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𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄:
pairing: dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader
author's note: HBO ROBBED US FROM HAVING SOFT DADDY!DAEMON SO HERE AM I DOING GOD'S WORK!!!! SOFT DADDY!DAEMON IS CANON AND NOTHING WILL CHANGE MY MIND!!!! also please comment if you'd like to see more daemon headcanons <3
reblogs, feedbacks and likes are appreciated. i hope you like it!
warnings: fluff, mentions of children getting harmed, implications of children getting harmed, soft daddy!daemon, girl daddy!daemon.
read the rest of my dad!daemon x mom!reader au series
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You and Daemon had three children together.
Your eldest son, Rhaegon, looked like a copy of his father.
Rhaegon had Daemon's looks, talents, and his father's extremely dubious sense of humor.
Your only girl, Alyssa, was named after Daemon's mother.
She was sweet and happy, but also shared her father's hyperactivity and thirst for adventure.
Your youngest son, Maegon, wasn't like his siblings.
Although he just celebrated his seventh name day, Maegon was introverted and liked to read instead of playing like a normal child would do.
Daemon thought it was quite adorable, and never pushed his child to be more active against his will.
Maegon was also a mama's boy, not like your other children who had an obvious preference for your husband.
Rhaegon and Alyssa were 13 and 10, respectively.
Daemon would teach them to befriended with the Velaryon boys, and pick on Alicent's kin.
Daemon would teach Rhaegon to take care of his sister, but would also teach her how to defend herself when he's not around.
"Daddy! Daddy, let me play with Darksister!"
"When you're old enough I will give you your own sword, I promise, my little dragon."
Daemon would take the kids on dragonrides.
They all had dragons, except for Maegon, whose egg never hatched and turned into stone.
Rhaegon's dragon was named Araxes, because he wanted his dragon to be as legendary as his father's.
You found it funny, since you rode Vermithor, The Bronze Fury, a dragon almost as big as Vhagar that once belonged to King Jaehaerys, but you guessed that your dragon wasn't as cool as your husband's.
Alyssa's dragon was called Starblaze, but she was too small to carry the little princess' weight.
Daemon would take her in Caraxes back with him, and you would take Maegon.
Araxes was medium-sized and had a thin body, so he was faster than Caraxes and Vermithor.
Daemon would scold Rhaegon, asking him to slow down and stop doing tricks that could get himself hurt.
Rhaegon was wild like his father, so he wouldn't like to be controlled.
"Aemond can do this without an eye and riding Vhagar!"
"Aemond is not my son. I couldn't care less if that prick gets hurt."
Daemon would read bedtime stories to your children.
Daemon would teach them high valyrian, and tell them about their roots and culture.
Daemon would be an overprotective father, scared of what Alicent were capable of doing against his children, since Alyssa was the one who hurt Aemond.
Daemon would teach Rhaegon how to fight, because he knew Ser Criston would favor Alicent's boys.
At the end of the day, Daemon loved being a parent.
He loved to look at his children and see how much they were like him, but also how they looked like you.
He loved how Rhaegon was curious and passionate like you.
He loved how Alyssa was beautiful and kind like you.
He loved how Maegon was quiet and observant like you.
He enjoyed every moment of raising the kids by your side, and wanted to do it all again.
"I've been thinking," he murmured against your shoulder, "I want another child."
"You what!?"
#daemon targaryen x reader#daemon targaryen#daemon targaryen imagines#daemon targaryen x oc#house of the dragon#house of the dragon imagines#house of the dragon spoilers#daemon targaryen headcanons#dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au#dad!daemon targaryen au
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Please please please, I am begging you. I now have an addiction to daemon and all I crave is fluff. I don't particularly care what it is but omg soft daemon with his wife love ... My heart
fluffy daemon headcanons
authors note: i hope these help your cravings and you like them!! soft!daemon has my heart <3
warnings: mentions of sex
• you honestly didn’t think that a man like daemon would know the meaning of the word affection when you were first married.
• you thought deep down it was a marriage of convenience and you were scared of him more than anything but on your wedding night he was so gentle with you, murmuring praises in your ear about how long he has waited for you.
• and you do find out down the line that he really had to wear your father down to get him to accept the betrothal - we’re talking months and months of pestering him, threatening him, bribing him - just anything to try and get him to agree.
• that dedication becomes a running theme through your marriage. he genuinely does adore you and dote on you, much to everyone else’s surprise.
• he’s always there for you when you’re down or anxious - even if the reassurance is blunt and harsh - he’s your shoulder to cry on and he’s very intuitive to your emotions, often keeping a watchful eye on you when you’re out together.
• he’s protective of you to a fault - you’re his precious, darling wife - and he won’t tolerate you being disrespected or intimidated by anyone, even his own family.
• he’s very touchy at night and i have said this before he cannot sleep without touching you!!! daemon needs to have some sort of physical contact with you at night, even if it’s just your hand or your back.
• when you have trouble sleeping he tries to coax you into it by telling you stories of his times at war and battle or even the backstory of caraxes. he expects this to bore you, especially when he’s murmuring it to you in softer tones, but you usually end up staying up all night listening to his stories.
• when you start to get comfortable you like to play around with his hair. daemon often sits between your legs and lets you do your thing with it whilst he vents and de-stresses.
• imagine you’re the one who cuts his hair shorter!! you take it very seriously like your his own personal barber, sitting on his lap and trying to distract him from how tense he is at the fact you have the control over his precious locks.
• he’s pleasantly surprised at the good job you do and he likes the spike in your attraction to him - you can barely keep your hands off of him.
• one thing that really shows his love to you - and it’s small but it means the world to you - is just how much he listens to what you have to say. everyone knows he’s quick to boredom and doesn’t take the time to enjoy the quiet moments but with you he does and that makes it all the more special.
• you could be talking about something silly like dresses or flowers and he’ll sit and listen intently, asking you questions and inquiring about your knowledge on subjects.
• anything you say you like or you want he gets you - if you say you like a specific colour he’ll go and buy you everything in that colour. dresses, flowers, jewels, new rugs and chairs for your chambers - he’s so over the top.
• even with food as well, before you’re married he finds out through handmaidens and servers what you like and what you don’t so when you’re dining together you have a whole selection of things to your taste.
• the whole court is very surprised at how taken he is with you. especially at balls and tourneys he does things that are very uncharacteristic for him like dancing with you in front of everyone and little gestures like pulling your chair out and refilling your goblets.
• daemon is very affectionate with you, even in public he doesn’t take his hands off of you no matter who’s around or who’s uncomfortable with it - unless you are - the two of you often go into your own world, flirting and winking at each other.
• he’s surprisingly intimate with you as well which you never expected. holding you after sex and even taking baths with you, cradling you to him in the water where there’s not one part of your bodies that aren’t touching.
• he’s definitely one of those husbands that want you to sleep naked and if you come to bed in a nightgown he’ll do his best to get you out of it!!
• he hates it when you’re hurt and really refuses to leave your bedside when you’re sick unless you really insist on space. the poor maesters often leave the room shaken and scared after speaking with him because he’s so bossy and intimidating.
• i believe he’d take you everywhere with him, believing that the best place for you is by his side because no one can protect you and look after you like he can.
• he can just be overall an amazing husband <3
#daemon targaryen x reader#daemon targaryen headcanons#daemon targaryen fluff#daemon targaryen hcs#daemon targaryen#house of the dragon
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for fluffy saturday, can i request daemon and wife!reader spending time in bed with their newborn?
Daemon is sure nothing can fill him with happiness like time with you and your baby boy does. The Prince has been there for every part of your pregnancy, protecting you and caring for you where he could.
It’s a reward of sorts, a manifestation of peace and comfort, when he finally gets to lay in bed with you, his beautiful wife, and your child that you both already love more than anything else in this world.
You’re in your night dress, Daemon in a thin shirt and loose pants, your baby laying between you on the soft mattress. The room is illuminated by burning candles and you can hear the crackling from the fireplace.
“He’s so beautiful, isn’t he?” You ask your husband, a smile on your lips as you gently brush over the little baby’s head. “He is. Just like his mother,” Daemon replies with a smile as well, letting your baby grab his thumb with his hand.
All the fighting, all the wars and the blood that has been shed doesn’t matter in this moment. Daemon is here with you, keeping you safe and seeing the joy in your eyes every time your little baby lets out a tiny laugh.
This is what peace feels like to him.
You watch as your son holds tighter onto his dad’s thumb and there’s another laugh coming from the little boy between you two. It’s the nicest sound in the world for you and simply warms yours and Daemon’s heart with ease.
“I think he has your nose. And will surely have your hair as well,” you grin at your husband who replies with a soft laugh and then uses his free hand to brush over his baby’s head. “He’ll have his dad’s hair, nose and a dragon like his father.” You can’t hold back a smile when you see the proud expression on Daemon’s face. Your husband’s eyes drift over to the dragon egg on the other side of the room.
“As long as you’re both home for dinner in time,” you joke, leaning over to press a kiss to Daemon’s forehead.
“We can’t leave you waiting for long, can we?”
#fluffy fridays#daemon targaryen x reader#daemon targaryen imagine#daemon targaryen headcanons#daemon targaryen fanfic#daemon targaryen blurb#hotd#hotd headcanons#q
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Recommended Daemon Targaryen fics
Here’s a list of all my favorite Daemon Targaryen fics I’ve read lately, I hope you’ll enjoy them as much as I did!
Note: please pay attention to the warnings
Thank you @firefly-graphics for the dividers:)
But You're Pretty When You're Mine by @charnelhouse
After the incident at the brothel, Daemon chooses to return to Rhaenyra instead of getting drunk.
The House Of Red And Black by @jamilelucato
liking someone that doesn't like you back is hard, even when you are a princess and a Targaryen
The Beds Getting Cold by @blayresmuses
daemon has been leaving you lonely but he always manages to make it up to you.
Raging Fire by @xximpressions Velaryon!reader (completed)
Your Uncle, Lord Corlys, has betrothed you to the King's brother, Prince Daemon. And when you meet, you are not at all what he expects.
Daemon + Breeding Kink by @angelltheninth
preg sex by @angelltheninth
#daemon targaryen#daemon targaryen x reader#daemon targaryen x y/n#Daemon Targaryen x you#daemon targaryen x rhaenyra targaryen#house of the dragon#hotd#house of the dragon fics#recommended#reccomendation#fic rec#recommended fics#Daemon Targaryen one shots#daemon targaryen series#Daemon Targaryen headcanons#house of the dragon one shots#house of the dragon series#house of the dragon headcanons
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Short HOTD Valentines Day Headcanons
Rhaenyra
she likes to spend the evening with you after work so you can fully unwind in each other's embrace
there's a chance she'll skive work but only if you have a day off, she'd hate to be alone all day
she'd like to stay in and cook dinner together but not just any dinner, she wants to make it like the fancy four courses she ate when she still lived at her father's place with appetizers, dessert etc
she'll have a playlist on made specifically with your tastes because she wants to celebrate her perfect love
i think she's the type to remember special dates but leaves it to the last minute to buy gifts so sometimes
Alicent
bae wants to spend the whole day with you, nothing can keep you from her
i think she makes her gifts for you, her family had her well-learned in home-making skills
i also think she would take a genuine interest in how things are made, she wants her gifts to express her love and something bought from some store can't do that
i think she also would like to have dinner at home with you but spend the day going out and doing things (she would die if you made an elaborate setting with her, she's such a romantic at heart)
she likes it when you cook for her and surprise with what it is
Daemon
i think he initially wouldn't care much for valentines day but when he met you, that all changed
suddenly he's floundering three months in advance to find the perfect gifts for you
chocolates, flowers and sentimental reminders about your time together
i could see him buying you expensive jewellery and engraving it with your initials together
he would make reservations for you at a fancy restaurant and be grinning slyly as they show you to a private room
Laena
i think she enjoys valentines but doesn't like the idea of going too extravagant or extreme
she likes to go out to dinner and spend the night cuddling in each others arms
will agree to small meaningful gifts
she'd like to have something booked to do with you whether it's on the actual day or the next time neither of you have work
she doesn't mind how you celebrate so long as it's together
Jacaerys
he gives me vibes that he would forget valentines day was a thing that happened until he sees it online and he's like "ah shit"
4am valentines epiphany
he would immediately run to buy you a million flowers, searching all over for the perfect and freshest ones
100% if you're in school still, he handwrites a thousand valentines notes and letters and slips them into your lockers so when you open it, a sea of heart confetti and love shoots out, he's extra like that (he also just thinks it would be very funny to witness)
invites you over so he can make you both dinner (albeit very charred but it's the thought that counts, right?)
Aemond
this man has had this planned out for the past 5 months maybe even before you started dating
pinterest board set, gifts wrapped, handmade sweet treats–all the works and more
definitely decorates the little cabin they have at the end of their garden especially for you
if you're in school together, he doesn't succumb to pda but he does whisper in your ear about all the 'big plans' he has lined up for you
you both go home separately until he picks you up later, after he's had time to lay out the food in the cabin, dressed all fancy and puts on the fireplace
Aegon
this man gets you the sexiest lingerie he can find
are we surprised? absolutely freaking not
but that's not all he does, he actually asks you whether or not you want reservations somewhere, he'd honestly prefer to get take out at home but anything for his partner
(if you're in college/school) he usually bunks off but on valentines he'll show just to spend some extra time with you
he pouts in the corner if anyone tries flirting with you and will wrap his arms around you like a desperate puppy
he'll also get you some flowers albeit not as many or extravagant as some of the others but they will be your favourite ones
Baela
my girl loves valentines day
chocolates, decorations, she loves it all she doesn't doesn't particularly love doing it along so she whips it all out on the day with your help
her parents help out as well making little snacks for you both
she gets really excited about hanging up the decorations so you agree to make them together as well
she likes you both to just hang out in your pajamas and watch movies after even if they're not rom-coms
she will cling to you like a puppy the whole week
Helaena
sweetie forgot it was valentines day but it's okay because everyday you've been dating she's written on these sweet little post-it notes the little things she loves about you
when she remembers though she gets this cute little dopey grin on her face and brings them out in this pink wrapped box and you can see all these little expressions of love, she hides under her hair
she doesn't shy away from the attention you give her though and all the little love bug facts she uses to compare with you both. her person favourite is 'worms have five hearts and i want to give you all of mine' which is a lot sweeter than it sounds
you start calling her your little lovebug and she blushes so hard
definitely gushes all about your day afterwards with aemond
Corlys
bae loves valentines day
it's the perfect time to have an excuse to spoil you
instantly lines up sentimental gifts of your relationship around the house, it could be anything between the perfume you wore on your first date to the
he gets you as many flowers as can fit in your home and takes you out to each meal
he might organise a way for you both to spend the weekend away on holiday
Rhaenys
my girl will wake you up with breakfast and your preferred jewellery encrusted with a ruby (her birthstone) and your own, intertwined so that you always have a piece of her with you and as a symbol of your hold over her heart and being
smothers you until she goes to work
sends you sweet messages when she's on her way back home to you
buys some flowers on the way back
you spend dinner at a restaurant and when you get home you curl up together for the rest of the night
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Maegor
this man knows what's expected of him and follows it down to a t
he likes to take you out for the day and treat you to whatever you see while there
he'd like to take you to dinner with his parents whether it's at your place or at a restaurant doesn't matter, he honestly loves to show you off
will find a long jewelled necklace so he can tug you into kisses without the worry of rejection
he'll cling to you, always keeping an arm safely secured around your waist
Jaehaerys I
he would like to take any excuse to travel with you so he'll likely make sure that you are both free to spend it on a boat trip or cruise
he'll buy you some meaningful gifts but he mostly values spending your time together, he might even reject material gifts in favour of keeping you in his embrace
after the day's festivities, he will sit down with you in bed and read to you with his head in your lap while you braid his hair
will enjoy a day of calm by your side
Baelon
you already know our 'spring prince' is getting you flowers in every colour and size; daisies, peonies etc (including snapdragons of course)
like his future grandson he likes the lustier elements of life so he buys some interesting toys for the bedroom and lingerie he just knows you'll love
he might also want to spend some of the day with your friends but he will make sure you both have personal time together as a couple
will probably take you out horse-riding
spends the whole night spoiling you in kisses and affection
#valentines headcanons#hotd headcanons#modern hotd headcanons#modern asoiaf headcanons#rhaenyra targaryen headcanons#alicent hightower headcanons#daemon targaryen headcanons#laena velaryon headcanons#jacaerys velaryon headcanons#baela targaryen headcanons#helaena targaryen headcanons#aemond targaryen headcanons#aegon ii targaryen headcanons#rhaenys targaryen headcanons#rhaenys velaryon headcanons#corlys velaryon headcanons#baelon targaryen headcanons#maegor targaryen headcanons#jaehaerys targaryen headcanons#hotd#house of the dragon#house of the dragon headcanons#rhaenyra x reader#alicent x reader#daemon x reader#laena x reader#jacaerys x reader#baela x reader#helaena x reader#aemond x reader
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I love being shared between daemon and Harwin cause you’d never have to be alone if one of them is traveling the other is sure to stay with you 🥺. And the sex when you are all reunited again 🫠🚀.
Oh so true bestie!
They would agree they would want one of them to be with you if the other was called to be elsewhere and had to leave, namely Daemon because he’s a Prince
When he’s away Harwin keeps you protected and well cared for and as much as you treasure being shared you also love getting time alone with Harwin and what furniture he could break with you this time lmao
And vice versa, Daemon shows you the skies on dragonback whenever you want and you’re always doted on when he’s got you to himself
Being shared is just such a pleasure fest and especially after you’re all together again, the “I missed you sex” is insane. Plus in general I think being theirs would be the ultimate princess treatment!
#daemon x harwin x reader#daemon targaryen x reader#harwin strong x reader#daemon targaryen headcanons#harwin strong headcanons
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#house of the dragon#hotd#hotd hbo#hbo series#house targaryen#viserys targaryen#aegon targaryen#alicent hightower#rhaenys targaryen#lucerys velaryon#rhaenyra targaryen#aemond targaryen#jacaerys velaryon#helaena targaryen#baela targaryen#daemon targaryen#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#hotd memes#headcanon#grrm#george rr martin#tv shows
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Yandere Daemon/Rhaenyra Targaryen w/Rhaenyra's Twin!Sister Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)
❝ — 🐉 lady l: this is weirdly long but I needed to get it out of my head! This is based on a concept they sent me a while ago. I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️
❝tw: incest, slight nsfw, obsessive and possessive behavior, jealousy, mention of pregnancy.
❝🐉pairing: yandere!daemyra x rhaenyra's twin sister!reader.
You were Rhaenyra's twin, born a few minutes after her, and because of that, she always had a strong instinct to protect you, to take care of you and she always does. All your life, it was you and Rhaenyra against the world. And this arrangement always left you satisfied, you loved your sister and she loved you fervently in return.
Rhaenyra has always been very persuasive and for as long as you can remember she would convince you of anything; breaking rules, running away, stealing cake from the kitchen and getting into trouble. She didn't care, she valued you deeply and wanted to spend all her time with you.
Aemma and Viserys sometimes went crazy with the two of you being so naughty, but in the end, they always joined you. Aemma tried to be a little tougher with you both, but she always gave in eventually. Viserys didn't even try.
Rhaenyra was very possessive too, because you were her twin sister, she always felt entitled and that you belonged to her. After all, you shared the same womb and were born together, you belonged to her, in a way.
She was always quite bold and direct, and was often reprimanded for it. Rhaenyra knew she loved you more than she should have, but you were Targaryens, according to the traditions of your house and family, there was nothing wrong with her being in love with you. It was just the Targaryen way.
The only problem was that you were a woman. Not for her, that would never be a problem, but for others it would. She couldn't marry you and have you officially and it tore her apart inside.
That didn't mean she hid what she felt from you, because once she knew what she felt, Rhaenyra went to your room, which was next to hers, and confessed to you. It was embarrassing and a little awkward, but she was being sincere and it touched you.
You felt the same way about her too and it was eating you alive not being able to tell her, but she took the first step and you felt grateful. You didn't have any kind of experience, but you knew some things. The first kiss was sloppy and a little awkward, but it was understandable given the lack of experience between the two of you, but it was a precious moment,
You just kissed and hugged for a while, not knowing how to proceed. Until Daemon returns to King's Landing after winning the war in the Stepstones. You always liked your uncle, even though he caused a lot of trouble, he entertained you. And the feeling was mutual.
Daemon knew there was something between you and Rhaenyra, he very quickly noticed the looks and subtle touches you exchanged. It wasn't something platonic, he knew that and he wanted to know more.
During the night of Daemon's return, you had gone to Rhaenyra's room, as you always did, and there you found, along with her, some clothes left by your uncle and a note. Although your mind was full of doubts, you changed and followed your sister, who seemed excited for some reason.
Meeting up with Daemon, you explored a bit of King's Landing and before you knew it, you were in a brothel. You observed your surroundings with curiosity and interest, men and women doing intimate things.
When Daemon kissed Rhaenyra, you felt mixed feelings; surprise and jealousy being the biggest one. You would maybe scream at him when he kissed you, his experienced and strong lips yours, leaving you weak. You felt a desire rise within you.
His touches were strong and good, he knew what he was doing and you felt numb as he explored your body with his hands. Rhaenyra watched everything curiously. But something had changed inside him, as Daemon decided to stop touching you and left you and Rhaenyra alone in the brothel. You wanted to kill him here.
You and Rhaenyra returned to the Red Keep, sneaking out so you wouldn't be found and you both knew you wouldn't be able to sleep after witnessing what you saw. So, it was that night that you went further and had sex for the first time.
It wasn't something shy, but rather intimate. You had no experience, but it was good. Rhaenyra touched your body with care and her tongue loved your most sensitive parts, she quickly learned how to pleasure you. You reciprocated the pleasure as best you could, with your face buried between her legs, eliciting sighs and moans from her.
The following days were tortuous. Viserys had found out about your escapade and Daemon had been exiled and Rhaenyra was forced to marry Laenor. You would also have to get married, but your husband had not yet been chosen. Your sister's wedding was a painful time for you and her, the two of you constantly exchanging glances and Daemon had returned to the wedding, widowed and with your father's very reluctant permission, you and Daemon had gotten married.
After the wedding, you were forced to separate from Rhaenyra and you lived in Pentos with Daemon. You had learned to love your husband and he loved you, so it wasn't bad. Your heart ached to be away from your twin sister, but you were happy with your husband.
Daemon wasn't that bad, at least to you. He was loyal and treated you with kindness and respect, loving every part of you and comforting you when you were in pain. His kisses were more demanding and dominant, just like sex. Although very possessive and sometimes annoying, Daemon took care of you the best way he could.
Daemon had a lot of experience and knew how to please you, his fingers dipped between your legs and his mouth on your breasts or when he was buried in your heat he made you scream with pleasure.
You and Rhaenyra exchanged letters and a few years passed and children were born. You had two daughters with Daemon, twins, and Rhaenyra had had three sons. You met again at your cousin Laena's funeral, and a weight was lifted from your shoulders when she pulled you into a hug and held you, not wanting to let you go.
The three of you found yourself in a part away from all the whining and all the longing was broken. Words were exchanged, mainly between Daemon and Rhaenyra and when there was nothing more to be said, the clothes were removed and you made love on the floor, the longing prolonging the reunion.
Unbeknownst to you, while you were sleeping, Rhaenyra and Daemon met and actually talked. They knew they both loved you deeply and wanted you and were willing to cooperate and the best way was for you to get married in a traditional valyrian ceremony. With the plans made, Laenor was "eliminated".
You were shocked and saddened by your cousin's death, but you felt relieved because it now meant that Rhaenyra would be free.
During one afternoon, you, Daemon and Rhaenyra were married in a traditional valyrian ceremony, where you could be officially married. You became Rhaenyra's wife and she became yours and Daemon's. Finally you were complete and when the kiss was given, sealing the union, you knew there was more to this marriage.
The wedding with your uncle and sister would prove to be one of your fondest memories after the tragedy that followed over the next few years.
But for now, you would enjoy your possessive and protective husband and wife as much as you could, because only the gods know it won't be for long.
#a song of ice and fire#house of the dragon#yandere house of the dragon#yandere hotd#hotd#asoiaf#yandere rhaenyra targaryen#yandere daemon targaryen#yandere daemyra#yandere daemon x reader x rhaenyra#yandere daemon targaryen x reader x rhaenyra targaryen#daemon x reader x rhaenyra#daemyra x reader#daemon targaryen x reader x rhaenyra targaryen#yandere headcanons#Daemon Targaryen x reader#Rhaenyra targaryen x reader
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No Penetration Sex with Daemon Targaryen
Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, cunnilingus, beneath the dress, grinding, secret relationship
A/N: I got this idea while writing my previous Daemon peace.
It wasn't that Daemon didn't want to fuck you. Oh he did, he very much did. The bulge pressing against your ass told you so every time. But your relationship was a secret, a not very well kept one. No one knew yet but they suspected. He could protect you but he knew what people would say about you if they discovered you've been taken by him before you got married.
Which is why he always kept thigs in the outside, he rolled his clothed cock against you like a madman, he played with your pussy, spread your folds apart and rubbed your clit, cupped you and teased the entrance with the tips of his fingers but never let himself go inside. He never even rubbed his bare cock against you because he didn't think he had enough self control not to make you his.
"Daemon please, if you don't get inside me in some way I will lose my mind." You bucked your hips into his hand and backwards, feeling his swelling cock against your ass.
"You know I can't do... wait... I might actually be able to." He thought about it for a moment. "Yes, that should work. Turn around." You regretted the loss of his hand almost instantly but were also lured in by the promise of him being inside you. You turned to face him only for Daemon to get on his knees, "Lift your dress up, darling."
You weren't about to ask what he was playing at, you were far past the point of horny to think that much. As soon as you lifted your dress up he dove underneath it, his body partially obscured from your view. Somehow not seeing him, not knowing what he'll do made it more exciting for you, worthy of all the anticipation.
His fingers spread you again, down to your entrance but instead of his fingers you felt his thick tongue pushing in. He couldn't get far with this angle, you would probably need to straddle his face if you wanted that but he was trying his best with the position he had.
"I may grow addicted to your taste." He spoke against your wet cunt, lapping at your juices, almost like he was trying to plug you up with it. And you could feel yourself dripping down his chin, making it wet, the combination of your cum and his spit dripping onto the floor beneath your shaking legs.
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I Don’t Think I Can Do This (Daemon x Reader)
Hey y’all so I know I was supposed to write another request but my job has cause my imagination to ran dry and this was certainly easier cause i wanted to write something that shows the burden that women carry and also that Daemon is a very grey character, I hope you guys like it
The story of (y/n) Eaglemore and Daemon Targaryen did not start as a love story, one would suppose that seems to be a common trait amongst the concept of arranged marriages, especially to a young maiden of an independent kingdom to the rogue prince Targaryen, their marriage was the establishment of Eaglemore joining their forces with the Targaryens, (y/n) was dressed in her traditional attire with her hair in an intricate style, she was breath of fresh air in the house of the dragons, a proud Eagle that was brave enough to fly with the dragons as the flag with the colors of red and black flew next to the black and red she assumed the similarities were bound as an omen for success.
That was quickly ripped out of her mind at the bedding ceremony that she endured, the prince was not brutal, yet she had hoped that he would forbid it, he was cold and only placed a kiss at the top of her head after it was done before he left her laying while the ones that observed it cleared the room, tears streamed down from embarrassment while the handmaidens helped her get up to assist her with her bath.
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“Husband!”
She exclaimed excitedly before she skipped over to Daemon who was preoccupied with having a conversation with Viserys was much more important than turning his head to face her, alas the newlywed stood by his side and reached for his hand to get his attention, innocently she squeezed it only to be met with an annoyed expression as he gazed intensely at her.
“What?! (Y/n)! Did they not teach basic manners in your homeland?”
“I-I just, I wanted to give you this, I sewed it for you, it’s the dragon symbol with the eagle”
“Great, give it to the handmaidens, is that all?”
Suddenly she became hyper-aware of the pie of eyes around her, mostly men that had taken interest in the scene that unfolded in the gardens, she felt like a little girl scolded by her father, she bit her lower lip as her shoulders sunk in defeat, the glimpse in her eyes slowly disappearing like a light snuffed out.
“My apologies, I did not wish to interrupt you and the king, I hope you can forgive me, y-your grace”
“It is quite alright, my dear, for what it’s worth I found your creation a wonderful gift, do not pay attention to daemon he has never been good with gifts”
“If that means I have never been good with gifts that have no use then yes, I agree”
“I shall go, excuse me, your grace, husband”
She curtsied before she ran off, her chocolate-colored hair swinging left and right in her ponytail as her eyes looked down to hide the tears that she desperately held back, Daemon watched her and could sense the damage he had caused, sometimes he would catch himself staring at her with purity and interest, he had even smiled once when she struggled to find the right word in his language.
He should have stopped, he should have held his tongue when the evident quiver of her chin started to show when her eyes bounced in different directions as she wanted to gather her composure, but he didn’t, now Daemon stood as still as a grain of salt whilst she once again ran away from him covered in shame.
“She is your lady wife Daemon, must you be so hard on her?”
“A wife that was bestowed to me”
“She is also someone that was bestowed a spouse, yet she took it with grace and is grasping desperately to create the best out of the worst, as a man that prides himself on his intelligence your lady wife has surpassed you, at least in principle and empathy”
Daemon was stunned, as Viserys spoke in such kind words his words slashed through Daemon like the sharpest of knives, this was Daemon's second marriage, and it had become second nature to be rude and unattainable to his lady wife since the bronze bitch shared the same hatred as he did for her, now the cheerful lady with the deer like eyes and red puffy cheeks had been nothing but kind, a foreign pain in his chest started to make Daemon uneasy as she ran further and out of his line of sight.
“If I were you I would be very ashamed”
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(Y/n) sat in front of the mirror as one of her handmaidens lit her candles and the other brushed (y/n)s hair to prepare her for bed, (y/n) stood as still as she could though her fingers intertwined with one another and twisted in odd ways.
“Could you leave me with Chiara, please? Thank you”
(Y/n) requested softly, the young handmaiden only curtsied before she walked out of (y/n)s chamber, whilst Chiara continued to brush her hair, they had grown into a bond that (y/n) felt comfort in, Chiara was sweet and honest, somewhat older, and had just given birth to her first child, she was the first handmaiden that she met when she got to the red keep.
“Do you love your lord husband?”
“I do, now”
“What do you mean?”
“I married him per my father's request, and he gave the biggest dowry, at first it was difficult, we had to figure out a way to communicate and after a while, I like to think that he grew to love me as much as I love him, though first, we respected one another, then love came gradually”
(Y/n) grew silent, her head hanging low before she bit her lip in defeat, she respected her lord husband? Did her lord husband respect her? After the incident on the morrow, it certainly didn’t feel like it.
(Y/n) had not noticed that Chiara had scrounged in front of her and placed her hands over (y/n)s, she only saw the tears that splashed over the handmaidens' skin.
“You won’t always feel like the outsider”
“I don’t think I can do this”
“You can, it is alright my dear”
One sob came after the other as (y/n)s body shook and Chiara lovingly wrapped her arms around the lady’s frame in such delicacy, it resembled a girl hugging her porcelain doll while she tried to not crack it, in its macabre nature you could identify a certain beauty, someone that had the strength to comfort a disheveled young lady as she navigated through womanhood and all its trials.
What had (y/n) nor Chiara had taken into account was that Prince Daemon had made his way to the half-cracked door, freezing in his sport once the whimpers of agony hit his ears, he peaked through the shadows only to be met with his lady wife letting tears stain her dress and hiccups shaking her hunching back as the handmaiden rubbed circles on her back.
“Prince Daemon is a fool for not acknowledging the precious stone that is you, may the gods bless him and open his eyes before he is taken from us”
Daemon had no reason to intervene, the poor lady was right, he was a fool, here she was, a beautiful and intelligent young royalty crying over his acts, he had always longed for home, for family, and now he kicked and toyed with it.
He should be the one comforting his lady wife, to gaze upon (y/n)s puffy and red face and do his best to calm her nerves, not to be the face of her pain, shamefully he scurried away without a word, mad at his reflection that stared back at him in such high horse, he had become everything he hated, a man that did not care about anyone but himself, stopping at nothing to prove he was right.
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“Good morrow”
(Y/n) did not respond, she only raised her head and nodded at Daemon that had just entered the dining area, exhausted from crying the lady felt like a family of horses had run over her, getting barely a wink of sleep, evidently so by the veins under her eyes.
(Y/n)s silence was deafening to Daemon, however, he cleared his throat and took a sit next to his lady wife, waiting for a servant to pour him some wine.
“Orange juice? I believe we do not grow these over here”
“A gift from my mother, she said orange juice in the morning is a secret to a woman’s beauty”
“She must be the most astonishing lady back in your line”
“You met her, on our wedding feast, I believe you were too busy to pay attention, like always”
The last comment was barely above a whisper still sharp as a knife right on Daemon's abdomen, Daemon only turned his gaze at her, confused by her demeanor, it wasn’t uncalled for yet it took him by surprise, she always seemed to have the ability to hide her agony at least in public.
“Mayhaps we could go to her, I’m sure she will be more than happy if her daughter visited her”
“Not if my belly is flat, as much as she wanted me to be thin for most of my life she is now sending raven after raven to just check in with my monthly bleeds”
She informed him in a mumbling tone while her hand was rubbing circles on her temples, visibly annoyed over her mother's disregard for her well-being and hyper-focused on her womb.
Daemon was taken back by her comfortability to speak over her monthly visits, brushing it off easily though since they were husband and wife after all, those matters should concern him as well, the idea of a sweet little child running to (y/n)s arms brought him joy.
“It must be uneasy, being put in this position”
“Indeed and if I am being honest, my lord husband has not been making it any easier, with my empty womb nor his attitude”
“I understand you are cross with me”
“Can you blame me? You humiliated me”
Her tone switched from my king to a hiss, her eyes spewing fire as she stared back at him, it was the first time that she dared to show her true emotions, albeit Daemon could detect that it wasn’t just an act of anger but a sense of fear was laying behind those hues of hers.
He was correct, (y/n) feared for her future, the whispers of Daemon's visits to the street of silk, the adoration for his niece, his continuing ignorance over their wedlock, it all came crashing on her chest making it unable to breathe sometimes.
“I came to break my fast with you as a sign of goodwill, I want us to work on our relation-“
“Us? There is no us, you made sure of that my prince, you have crashed all my efforts and now you dare to speak of us”
“I cannot correct my past mistakes, I can only hope that you will allow me to work on our future, you did not deserve my coldness and for that, I sincerely apologize, I only wish for your good graces and for you to allow me to show you how I truly feel for you and our wedlock”
Silence, her eyes focused on his to scatter for one ounce of a lie, alas she was left with nothing, a sigh left her lips as she sunk to her chair defeated, why did the gods curse her with such a difficult match?
“I do not know if I can love you, I tried to desperately earn your affection for so long, I have grown tired of this”
“I know you have and I do not blame you, I beg you, my sweet (y/n), let me try”
His hand had found hers to hold, the warm flesh against hers grew goosebumps, a small beam of light found its way into her soul and a ghost of a smile appeared as (y/n) glimpsed upon their hands locked together, she gave him a subtle squeeze to see if this was a dream or reality.
“I suppose trying couldn’t hurt”
“Thank you, now you must eat, your mother might be right you have lost some weight”
“My efforts of getting accustomed to your foods have not been working”
“You do not have to, we can bring a cook from your homeland, my lady wife shall eat whatever her heart contents”
“There are some delicacies that I believe you would enjoy”
“I am not very picky with food so I will try anything you put in front of me”
Chatter was something (y/n) could easily do, however, even though Daemons spirits were high, (y/n) would steal glances of caution at him, was this another scheme? Or was he genuinely craving her presence and good graces?
“I was hoping you could come to meet Caraxes later”
“I do not know if that is the best idea”
“Nonsense, Caraxes is a part of me, therefore a part of you by law, soon our children will have their eggs on their cradle, if you are surrounded by dragons you need to get used to their presence”
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Could you possibly do one where Aemond reacts to finding out that he might have to marry Daemon’s daughter? Would he be mad or weirdly happy in a way. We all know what daemon thinks of what his brother has in store for his daughter and he is not having it.
𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄
pairing: dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au | aemond targaryen x daemon's daughter!oc
warnings: fluff(?), aemond is his own warning, cussing because aemond has a dirty mouth.
author's note: I'm truly obsessed about this bc I never thought about Aemond's reaction to being betrothed. This is going to be in headcanon format due most of it just being from Aemond's pov. Thank you so much for your amazing idea <3 also wrote this while listening to "the red means i love you" and i'm shipping alymond 😭
read this headcanon for context of this story
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"I know you're lying, Aegon. Don't you have anything better to do? Maybe some young maid to fuck?"
Aegon scoffed, "Well, if you don't believe me, go talk to father about it. I'm just telling you what I heard."
Aemond believed his brother was nothing but a drunk liar, so his word didn't actually meant anything.
But he went to talk to the King anyways.
While walking through the corridors, Aemond thought about what that meant to him.
He wanted to be mad about it, but it wasn't that bad.
In fact, it wasn't bad at all.
He knew Alyssa Targaryen pretty well. He knew how feisty that pretty little thing could be. She did took his eye, after all.
And Aegon wasn't lying.
"I don't hope you to understand, but our line must spread. She's a pure valyrian, and would make to you a good wif– Why are you smiling?" King Viserys questioned, raising a curious eyebrow.
Aemond chuckled, "Have you told Daemon?"
"I did... He was furious about it." Viserys confessed.
"Well, that's great! I'll give these exciting news to my betrothed, myself. I couldn't be more happy about your choice, father." Aemond left the king's chambers without discussing if Daemon agreed or not.
Aemond knew Daemon wouldn't let Alyssa marry him.
He also couldn't care less. His father was the king.
Aemond couldn't put in words the taste of satisfaction in his mouth once he knew how angry Daemon was about his union with his uncle's daughter.
The girl literally took his eye, the least she could do is marry him without complaining.
Oh, but she would be furious too. He knows she's just like her daddy.
"I figured I'd find you here." Aemond said with a smile.
Ever since Daemon gave her her own sword, Alyssa spent quite some time in the training yard when the boys weren't there.
Curiously, Aemond always knew when she was there.
"And what do you want?" Alyssa spat, slamming her sword towards a wooden target.
"I came to give you the great news! I couldn't believe my own ears when I heard it."
"Oh? Did your mother successfully try to kill anyone? I hope it was your grandsire. Gods, I hate that man." Alyssa chuckled and beheaded the target.
Aemond frowned and squinted. He wouldn't fall for her games. He was the one to tease, not her.
"Haha. You're so funny, Alyssa. I bet it wouldn't take long for me to fall for you." Aemond coaxed.
Alyssa blinked a couple of times, processing what he just said.
"What?"
"Did I stutter?" Aemond smirked.
Alyssa took a deep breath before asking, "What the fuck are you talking about, One Eye?"
Aemond clicked his tongue, "Gods, you're just as fucking stupid as you're pretty. It means we're betrothed. I'd be treating my future husband with respect, if I were you."
"Are you crazy?" Alyssa hysterically laughed, "My father would have your head before letting me marry you." She pointed her sword towards the prince, "I would have your head before giving myself to you."
"Kinky." Aemond retorted and lowered her sword with the point of his index. "Who's your father to disrespect the king's orders?"
Alyssa swallowed hard. She had no answer for that. Even the dumbest girl knows the king's word is above everything. And she is no dumb girl.
She left him there and went looking for her father.
She thought about a million possibilities.
Maybe she could run away? They lived in Pentos for a while, she'd do well there.
No, Y/N wouldn't let her go alone.
What about Daeron? If she begged, maybe the king could call him back to King's Landing, so they could get married.
To be truthful, Alyssa didn't want to marry any of Alicent's kin, but anyone was better than Aemond.
But Daeron was the same age as her brother, Maegon. That was kinda disgusting.
"Did you know uncle Viserys wants to marry me to Aemond?" Alyssa stormed into her parents chambers.
Daemon's lips immediately left yours. You groaned in response.
"Maybe knock the next time, Alyssa?" You said in annoyance.
"Sorry mother, but I think what I have to say is way more important than you snogging with father." Alyssa answered with wit.
Daemon smirked, "It's okay, 'Lyssa. I'll talk to Viserys again. You know I'd die before letting this happen."
You rolled your eyes, "You're both being dramatic about it. Aemond is not that bad. He's a bit... violent, yes, but he would never hurt you. I promise you, daughter, violent men can be great lovers." You ran your fingers through your husband's little braids in his hair.
"Don't go giving her any ideas, Y/N." Daemon warned with a stern look, and you snorted.
"She's a grown woman, Daemon. There's a sword in her hand. I don't think you need to protect her anymore." You shrugged.
"Hello??? I'm still in the room, please stop talking about me like I'm not here!" Alyssa crossed her arms.
"Don't worry. I told Viserys you're not marrying Aemond, so you're not marrying Aemond. Is that clear?" Daemon asked, reassuring her.
"Yes, father."
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Daemon x oc, where oc is alicent's 4th child and her favorite, but the oc also inherent Otto's scheming skills and so much better than him and overly can't stand rhaenrya and knows that rhaenrya likes daemon so she goes for daemon and daemon falls harder for the oc AKKKK and rhaenrya pov where she realizes that she is losing daemon to her much younger half-sister, please 🥺🫶
Half-Blood Rivalry || D. Targaryen x oc
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a/n: tysm for this request!!! anons please continue to send me requests pls!!! I hope you guys are happy for Catarina to play oc as Rhaella :) also please imagine that this takes place in ep 2. when rhaella is born is around the time daemon is banished for taking rhae to the brothel. rhaenyra hasn’t married laenor or has children yet.
The youngest child of Alicent Hightower and Viserys Targaryen was sweet Rhaella. When Rhaenyra first held the girl when she was only a babe, she had a strange feeling about her half-sister. As years went by and both girls no doubt got older, Rhaenyra could not seem to shake off the uneasy feelings she felt towards her youngest sister.
“Happy Name Day, sweet child” Alicent goes on her tippy toes to kiss her youngest and—anyone with eyes could see— favourite child. “Thank you, mother,” Rhaella kissed her cheek. It was then her father’s turn. Rhaella and Viserys had always had a complicated relationship, the two never seemed to see eye to eye, quite similar with her other siblings.
Rhaella and her siblings knew that their father didn’t favour them as much as he does with Rhaenyra. Nonetheless, Viserys was still her father and he cared for him.
“Happy name day, sister” Rhaenyra bursts through the doors of the throne room with a drunken smile. Everyone in the room stared at the platinum white haired Princess in shock. Her appearance was dishevelled and she reeked of alcohol. It was only morning.
“Are you quite alright Rhaenyra?” Alicent raises an eyebrow as she looks the Targaryen up and down. Rhaella lets out a scoff. Typical Rhaenyra. “Quite so, I wouldn’t dare miss seeing my dear sister on this special day” She raises a cup towards the younger who rolls her tongue against her cheek in annoyance.
Rhaella looks to Viserys, a wide grin on his face making her scoff. Rhaenyra somehow always seems to pull Rhaella’s buttons without even realising. In her opinion, she was a stuck up Princess that was never grateful of what was given to her.
Rhaella could not stand her older half-sister, maybe it was because of the fact that their father always placed Rhaenyra on a pedestal and could never do anything wrong in his eyes. Placing a fake smile on her pretty face, Rhaella speaks up. “Thank you Rhaenyra, your presence here means so much to me” She pops a grape in her mouth.
Otto lowly chuckles yet shakes his head lightly at his granddaughter’s tone. There was no denying that out of his four grandchildren, Rhaella too was his favourite. The young Targaryen was very much like him in many ways, even better in some aspects you could say.
There was silence at the table for a bit as they all ate, when all of a sudden, the doors once again opened. This time, Ser Harrold walked in. “Your Grace, he’s back” Was all the kingsguard said. Rhaella and her siblings stop chewing their food and look to their father.
Viserys wore a shocked face before standing up quickly and walking away. Rhaella looks to her mother in confusion as she gives her a sad look and rubs her arm. “Father, where are you going?” The young Targaryen turns in her seat as she watches him walk away. What even stung the young girl was the fact that he didn’t respond.
“Daemon’s back” Rhaenyra says to herself with wide eyes. “Don’t be silly, uncle Daemon has not returned to court in how many years?” Aegon questions as Rhaella replies, “Since I was a babe” She shrugs. “But who else would Ser Harrold have referred to? Did you see father’s face,” She humorously scoffs, “That was Daemon alright” Rhaenyra shrugs.
“Enough talk about your uncle. It is Rhaella’s name day and I want you all behaved for her birthday celebrations today” Alicent sternly speaks before continuing to eat. The Targaryen siblings all give each other one final look before going back to their meal.
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It was the night of Rhaella's name day where a huge feast was held. Alicent demanded the celebration to be extravagant for her favourite child. You could have mistaken the event as the King's name day.
Rhaella sat beside her mother and her siblings beside her, Rhaenyra on Viserys' side. When her father stood up to announce a speech, he was interrupted by a figure walking into the throne room.
It was no one other than Daemon. Young Rhaella had not seen him all day, him showing up there was her first time seeing him really as she could not recall him when she was a born.
Of course, the Targaryen often heard stories about her uncle. He held a bad reputation and yet everytime anyone would speak of him, Rhaella always found herself wanting to hear more about her uncle.
He sauntered in with a smirk on his face. "Brother, I thought you weren't going to come" Viserys puts a smile on his face as Daemon stands in front of the table, his hands clasped together. Rhaella could have sworn she saw a glint of mischievous in his eyes.
She looks up towards her father, than to her half-sister. Rhaenyra had a look on her face that Rhaella couldn't quite fathom out. "And miss my dear nieces' birthday celebration? How could I do that to Rhaenrya" Alicent gasps in disbelief and Aemond chuckles under his breath, a kick under the table from Otto shut him up.
"I think your mistaken dear uncle, it is not Rhaenyra you should be wishing a happy birthday, but me," Rhaella irked, crossing her arms. Daemon's eyes move to her. She watched him study her before a grin makes it to his lips. "Apologies...." He trails off, "Rhaella." "My brother failed to mention which niece of mine was celebrating. After all, I have little memory of his children before I left."
Rhaella nods her head politely, he was offered a seat at the end of the table near Rhaenyra. She couldn't help but notice her half-sisters' wanting eyes to Daemon. The young Targaryen knew of what had happened when she was born. In terms of Daemon and Rhaenyra.
But she did not expect her to still long for her uncle, after all, Daemon was gone for nearly 20 years. The whole time as they all feasted, Rhaella felt eyes burning into her and everytime she looked, Daemon shamelessly stares with a smirk on his face.
"I think I would like to dance," Rhaella says before standing up and making her way to her sworn knight, Ser Harwin. "A dance Ser Harwin?" The princess looks up at him with a smile. "It is my pleasure, princess" He smiles back as they start to dance, not knowing a certain Targaryen's eyes were fixated on the two the entire time.
"Your daughter is quite pleasing to look at, Alicent" Daemon chuckles to himself, his eyes still not leaving Rhaella. Alicent nearly choked on her drink as she glares at him. "My sister is nearly half my age uncle!" Rhaenyra laughs.
"Mhm, a shame indeed" He mutters as he taps his fingers on the table. Rhaenyra stares at her uncle in disbelief. The princess opens her mouth but shuts it again when Daemon stands up and makes his way through the crowd to where Rhaella and Ser Harwin were dancing.
"Might I have this dance, princess?" Daemon whispers against her ears as she breathed heavily from dancing. Rhaella gives a small nod to Harwin as he backs off and now dances with Daemon. "You know, you've grown quite alot," He starts off. "Thank you for pointing the obvious uncle," She rolls her eyes playfully, "Into such a, beautiful woman" Daemon finishes.
Rhaella smiles, "Thank you, I assume-" She was cut off by Rhaenyra who taps her shoulder, "Can I steal our dear uncle, sister?" She questions as she doesn't even bother looking at Rhaella, only Dameon.
The young Targaryen looks between the two before nodding her head. She walks away not before locking eyes with her uncle before his gaze floats back to Rhaenyra. "Did you just get told to bugger off, sister?" Aegon laughs as Rhaella approaches the table and smacks his head. "Ow!" He groans, rubbing his head. Alicent shoots a look to the eldest.
"I believe our dear Rhaenyra is still infatuated with Daemon" Rhaella tilts her head. "Not surprised, the way she was eyeing him the whole time, I thought she'd eat uncle on the spot" Halaena says concerned as Rhaella and her brothers laughed loudly. Deep down, Rhaella couldn't push aside a strange feeling as she watched her sister and her uncle dancing and laughing together.
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“Do you jest, sister?” Rhaella’s mouth hangs open at Rhaenyra’s idea that she had created in her head. “What? Daemon and I are made for each other. We have blood of the dragons coursing through us. Not to forget, he wanted me before he was banished by Father” She paces back and forth in her room.
The young Targaryen only blinked a few times before laughing. Rhaenyra glares at her younger sister. “S-sorry,” Rhaella wipes the tears that escaped from laughter, “Do you still think uncle longs for you? Forgive me for saying this Rhaenyra, but you are no longer a maiden.” Rhaella tilts her head.
“Daemon might have lusted over you at one point but yet again, he did take you to that brothel and just left you there. And now he’s back after what? twenty years and you still think he has his eyes on you?” Rhaella’s jabs stung the elder. Her words were like knives to her heart.
“And what do you suppose? That he’s got eyes for you now?” Rhaenyra raises an eyebrow at the younger. A small smirk forms on Rhaella’s lips, “Time will tell” “Don’t tell me you like Daemon, Rhaella. You just practically met him!” Rhaenyra’s voice loudens. To piss her even more, Rhaella simply shrugged with a playful smile.
“Daemon would make a dutiful Husband wouldn’t he? All that experience and….. well you know. Plus, mother has been pestering me about marriage. What better way to honour her wishes of me staying close to home then marrying our deal uncle?” Rhaenyra scoffs at her half-sister. “Daemon will never want you, you wouldn’t even dare to approach him with those silly intentions-“
Rhaella stands up and storms to her older, and still slightly taller, sister. “Watch me dear sister. Watch me marry Daemon in our old valyrian ways and bear his children. Watch me live a life you only ever got to dream of.” She calmy says yet still, venom laced her words.
Rhaenyra stood still in shock at her sister’s words before opening her mouth, “You are a horrid person.” She said through gritted teeth. Rhaella only wickedly smiles before turning around and walking off. As soon as the door slammed shut, Rhaenyra grabbed the closest object which was a vase and aimed it at the door, shards flying everywhere.
Rhaella stood outside the door with a proud smirk on her face. It was finally time to put her older sister into her own place. She walked through the hallways of her home before she bumped into something hard. “Watch where-“ Rhaella shuts her mouth as she’s met with his figure. “you’re going..” She trails as he smiles at her.
“Rhaenyra is still in her bedchambers” She mumbles massaging her head. Before she could move to the side to leave, he takes ahold of her forearm. “It is not your sister I wish to see but you, princess”
“What could you possibly want to see me for, uncle?” She spoke, her arms folded and her head slightly tilted. “Am I not allowed to spend some time with my niece? After all, I know nothing of you” He says, his eyes wandering nowhere near her face.
Rhaella smirked. She hummed before replying. “I’ve always wanted to her your stories come from you, and more possibly-“ She was cut off by him, “You’ve heard about me and my stories?” He questions.
Rhaella playfully rolls her eyes, “Don’t flatter yourself uncle, your stories are the only entertaining thing to listen to around here” She chuckles. Daemon laughs, “Might you like to accompany Caraxes and I for a ride?” He suggests with smug smile.
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1 month later…
“Where’s Daemon and Rhaella?” Rhaenyra looks around the table noticing their absent once again at the breakfast table. “Didn’t you hear, sister? Daemon’s taking Rhaella to Dragonstone today for a few months” Halaena says with a sweet smile as Rhaenyra’s jaw hangs open.
“D-Daemon’s taking Rhaella away? To Dragonstone?” She stutters as she processes what was happening. Dragonstone was supposed to be for her and Daemons. Not Rhaellas’.
“Why hasn’t anyone thought to tell me this?” She bangs her hand on the table in frustration. “I didn’t think it would concern you Princess, The Prince and Princess simply want to get to know each other more” Alicent speaks up.
“Get to know each other more? I don’t see why they can’t do that here, why must they be at Dragonstone. Father! Did you approve of this?” She looks to Viserys in disbelief. “My child, these are Daemon’s wishes. And besides, it is finally time that Rhaella chooses a Husband”
“A husband.” The princess scoffs as everyone on the table watch her, anticipating what was going to happen next. “I wanted Daemon to be my husband at her age and what did you do?! You banished him! Why does my whore of a sister get to do what ever she pleases!” Rhaenyra stands up in her seat as does Alicent. They could have sworn they saw steam leave her ears.
“How dare you call your sister that!” Viserys too stands up and hits his hand on the table loudly. “Rhaella is of age and you were not. You were the heir at the time and choosing Daemon as King consort? The realm would have been up in flames by now! My daughter. Your sister! Needs a husband sooner than later. Daemon is content with his position. Those twenty years where ever he was did him some good. Rhaella needs someone like him to confide to”
Viserys sits back down with a sigh, Rhaenyra only stood there in disbelief, shock and hatred for her half sister. Without uttering another word, she excused herself from the table and left. “She’s lost her mind” Alicent shakes her head.
Rhaenyra stormed out of the castle and into the dragon pit. She immediately paused as she witnessed Rhaella and Daemon in each other’s arms as they pat Caraxes. Rhaenyra was never able to do that the blood wyrm, he just never seemed to accept her. But Rhaella on the other hand.
Before she was could storm closer to the two a voice stops her. “Depriving your own sister of happiness?” Otto tempts her, “Just look at how happy they look with each other. I’ve never seen Daemon smile so much, have you?”
“He smiled plenty with me before” She mutters. “Ah there it is, before.” Rhaenyra glares at Otto. “Before he liked you, now he wishes to runaway with my granddaughter and marry her.” “H-he’s not marrying her” She chuckles to herself.
“Oh but he is my dear, he even asked for the King and Queen’s blessing. Your sister, much more youthful, smarter-“ “What are you trying to do?” The princess says desperately, “Stay away from them. Your sister is perfect for him and deserves happiness. Don’t let that childish dream of yours get into the road of them being happy. He’s obviously moved on and so should you Princess” Otto sternly speaks as the two of them look to the couple.
“I lost him once. Now I just lost him again,” The Princess shed a tear as she watched her half-sister get everything she ever hoped and dreamed of.
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female reader wants to braid Daemon or Aemond's hair.
I think both Daemon and Aemond would love to have their hair braided. They often enough do it by themselves, even though it’s usually just small braids or something that’s convenient for a fight.
It’s a love language for them to let you braid their hair. They like the attention and the intimacy of this and I can definitely see Aemond being all flustered at some point as well.
He isn’t used to this kind of attention, so it’s really special for him. And it shows him that you really aren’t scared of him in any way – willing to get close to him and perform these small acts of service for him.
Both Daemon and Aemond end up admiring the braids you’ve given them and will keep looking at them in the mirror more than once. They’ll wear them proudly wherever they go.
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With A Modern!Reader
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summary | How the House of the Dragon characters would react to a reader from our world
warnings | None
this is a work of fiction. i do not own these characters
divider by @princessbellecerise
Jacaerys Velaryon
Jace is surprisingly cautious. It’s not as if he’s afraid of you, you’re just so…different that it takes a while for him to even approach you
When he does, you may think he’s being hostile but really he’s just curious
He keeps his distance at first, but out of everyone he’s the first to warm up to you
He likes hearing about your world, taking walks with you and listening intensely
He thinks it’s fascinating, but more than anything Jace would be the one not afraid to truly introduce you to his world, taking you on tours, showing you around and even letting you pet his dragon while he watches you with a smile
It’s clear that the main difference between your worlds is the magic aspect, so while he’s fascinated with all your technology, you’re fascinated by his dragons and the fact that actual witches exist
Both concepts are very hard for the other to grasp, so you and Jace spend your time discussing and having fulfilling conversations, telling the other facts and details about where you’re from and enjoying every minute of it
Daemon Targaryen
Daemon is amused
He is the first to believe you when you say you’re not from his universe because my gods, it’s obvious from your clothes to your speech you obviously weren’t raised in this world
And man, he gets a kick out of watching you struggle with the social norms, often laughing and whisking you away when your mouth gets you in trouble more than once
He scoldes you and tells you that things are different where he lives, that the social customs require you to remain proper and not curse out every Lord that has something problematic to say
He’d teach you how to ‘behave’ while simultaneously encouraging you to be yourself for his own sake, because Daemon loves watching you start arguments and debates, trying to catch his people up with the modern terms you’re used to
Of course, it never works but he looks forward to it nevertheless because it makes the otherwise insufferable events that much more bearable
Lucerys Velaryon
Luke is very cautious at first. Even more so than his brother, because while you talk like you’re from more advanced times, Luke is still convinced that you’ll view and treat him the same as everyone else in his world does
It’s only when you happen to bring up the fact that you and your siblings have different dads is he really interested in what you have to say
And when you tell him that the rumors you’ve heard about him don’t matter, that nobody really cares about blood that much where you come from, will he really start to warm up to you
You’ll see a whole other side to Lucerys that no one has really seen before; he’ll open up to you and tell you all about his worries of possibly being a bastard
Likewise, you’d tell him that you relate to feeling out of place seeing as you’re not even from the world. You’re used to people gossiping about you as well and when it all becomes too much, you and Lucerys have a way of seeking comfort in one another. This caused you both to form a strong bond over your shared feelings
Aemond Targaryen
Aemond is confused
He’s perplexed, and at first he doesn’t like you because he’s never met someone that’s challenged him so much
From your clothes to your speech to your strange gadgets, everything about you is just so…weird. He doesn’t understand where you came from and why, but out of everyone he’d be the most willing to get you home
During this time, you both would more than likely bond in a sort of frenemie way
Aemond with his constant teasing of your lack of knowledge on how things worked in his world, and you because of his so called out-dated attitude
He’d be shocked when you completely disregard his status and talk to him like he’s just a regular person. You don’t see him as Prince Aemond, just the Aemond that’s slightly stuck-up; which you also never fail to remind him.
You’re just so casual with how you interact and joke with him. And over time, Aemond finds himself more and more attached to you. Because by gods, all he’s ever wanted was for someone to appreciate him for him, and not because of his title or standings in the world
And you being you, you don’t really care about any of that and he can’t begin to explain how grateful he is that the universe decided to send you to him, even growing to be sad and a little more hesitant when it’s time to send you home
Aegon Targaryen
Aegon is fascinated
Less so by you and more so of the world that you left behind. And even more so of the trinkets that somehow came over with you
In all his life, Aegon had never met someone that had things that he didn’t. After all—he was a prince and that meant he usually had the best of the best
But you? You have things he’d never even dreamed of having. Like glasses that block out the light (perfect for his hangovers) and medicine to also help with the aftermaths of his drinking
He’s so fascinated when the guards empty your bag, never once hesitating to pick up your strange stuff and demand to know what it does
Of course, you have to tell him to chill out a little bit and that his title doesn’t really matter to you because you’re not from his world
And Aegon is perplexed, and honestly slightly jealous that he can’t control you, nor can he compete with all the technology that you have
Rhaenyra Targaryen
Out of everyone, she is the most understanding of your situation
When you first arrive, Rhaenyra takes you under her wing and never once makes you feel like an outsider. She’s a little bit hesitant, sure, but it’s really not all that hard to believe you
She’ll listen to you and when you need help, she’s always there to offer her aid
With her around, it’s super easy to understand the world that you’ve landed into. After all, Rhaenyra is happy to show you the ropes herself and fill you in on all the ways you have to act in order to survive in her world
You quickly become grateful for her presence because it helps to soothe all of the rumors and questions people may ask about you. After all, she’s no stranger to them herself
And with one look from the princess/future Queen, people are bowing their heads and running off, leaving their intrusive words abandoned
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imagine daemon prohibiting bastard!reader from having dragon rides and balerion almost destroying dragonstone because of it
note: TURNING THIS INTO A ONESHOT BC OMG
warnings: yandere content, daemon being petty, rhae trying to mother (name), caraxes slander (I'm so sorry), a dead knight
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Dragonstone was particularly dreary today, or maybe she just saw it that way as she stood before her 'father' and his wife as he explained (or at least tried to) why she was barred from riding Balerion today. It made no sense to (Name). Did her father secretly hate her? Did he want her to suffer? Otherwise, why would he stop her from doing the only thing that made her happy?
It was obvious that Rhaenyra and Jacaerys did not agree with this, but she was Daemon's daughter, and what he said went.
"You are banned from dragon riding until further notice," Daemon says, looking at his little girl as she glares at the floor with her dark eyes. She's misty-eyed and refuses to look at him as she grips at the burgundy dress her stepmother had put her in early this morning. The fabric was being pulled at and wrinkled as she gripped in in her tiny hands, her knuckles paling as she urged her tears not to fall. She hated looking weak in front of him. It made her skin crawl. The only one she allowed herself to be vulnerable with was her dragon, Balerion.
She genuinely hated Daemon Targaryen with a searing passion.
"Come now, Sweetling," Rhaenyra tries to coo at the little girl as dotingly as she could, using the tone of voice she only used with her children. "I'll take you to see Syrax if you'd like." It was a kind gesture, even (Name)'s muddled mind could comprehend that, but she was too distraught to say anything back to her stepmother. Instead, she takes Jace's hand as he leads her back to her room, knowing that all she needs to do is cry and take a long nap.
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(Name) is only ushered out of her room once dusk hits, Luke taking her to Dragonstone's dining hall so she can eat with the family. She sits in between her "brothers," shielding Daemon from her view. She could hardly look at him, her lip wobbling as she sipped at the cider in her cup. Rhaena had gifted her a dragon figure made out of dragon glass, and (Name) grips it tightly in her small hand as she tries to eat.
"..."
The dining hall was usually bustling with conversation, but tonight, it was starkly quiet. Rhaenyra sat and made sure little Joff wouldn't choke on his food, Baela was sharing looks with her sister, and the boys kept sending worried glances to their mother. (Name), once tired of eating her food, just glared at the table. Daemon held his chin in his hand, ignoring the disappointment looks his other two girls were sending him.
"(Name), come with me tomorrow to ride on Caraxes, he's very -" "No." She grunts out her response, poison dripping from her voice as she glares at the table even harder.
She didn't want to fly on his stupid dragon. She wanted to fly on her amazing, graceful, gorgeous dragon. Balerion had a certain ferocity to him, of course, but he was gentle with her and treated her more kindly than most humans. It hadn't even been a full day, and she missed him dearly.
Before any arguments could flare up, a guard comes storming in, panic written all over his face.
"What's happened, Ser?" Rhaenyra questions, thinking that perhaps something had happened to her youngest children. White in the face, the knight clears his throat before answering. "It is the princesses dragon. The Black Dread is attacking Dragonstone!"
Daemon goes slack, his eyes closing in irritation.
He hated that overgrown cat.
"Daemon, take her to him. Now." Rhaenyra warns her husband, her amethyst eyes narrowing at him.
Daemon takes his daughter on Caraxes, and they fly down to the bridge of Dragonstone where Balerion was wreaking havoc. The onyx scales of Balerion shone in the evening sun as he trampled all over the place. In his jaw, the bloody remains of a knight. (Name) grimaced at the sight, because she knew that Balerion wouldn't have done this unless he was bothered enough.
He was angry, she could feel that much.
Noticing them, Balerion drops the corpse, crimson blood dripping from his black teeth as he huffs at the sight of Daemon. Daemon found the entire situation funny, which prompted (Name) to squirm on the dragon saddle. Balerion was never one for jokes, and he didn't like her father in the slightest. Balerion's ginormous frame barely fit on the bridge, and one of his clawed feet were in the water as he shook his scales as a warning to Daemon.
(Name) pops her little body off of Caraxes, running towards Balerion, not caring if her dress got all messy in the process. Noticing his small rider on the ground, Balerion lowers his large head, his nostrils flaring as he lets her stroke her hand over his snoot. Daemon looks at the black dragon with resentment in his eyes, pursing his lips in annoyance, Caraxes lets out a whistle in response to Daemon's emotions.
The Rogue Prince watches as his youngest daughter climbs up her dragons wing, settling herself on the saddle that rested on Balerion's back. The smile on her face was simply too sweet, Daemon couldn't be too angry. He eyes the bloody mess on the ground as Balerion turns back to return to his resting place with (Name) in tow.
"Ugh..."
Daemon really hated that damned dragon.
daemon: you can't ride balerion today
(name): :'(((
balerion: >:O 🔥
@your-favorite-god
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OOOO! Can we get Aegon, Aemond and Daemon reacting to another man during a tourney asking for their wife’s favor and praising her beauty?
Aegon's pissed, he'd grip his goblet of wine and place a hand on his wifes shoulder. Opting to speak for her. "Yes my wife is very beautiful. You should see how she glows in my bed."
The poor man getting embarrassed by the prince's forwardness. He dips his head and continues on his way.
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Aemond tries to keep his cool. He knows his wife, and that she'd never cheat. He still feels jealous though, wishing he had entered the tourney just so he could knock this poor man into the dirt. Aemond opens his mouth to speak "You better not lose with my wife's favor. No man has ever dishonered her and I won't let that start now."
He keeps a tight grip on his wifes thigh for the rest of the event.
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Daemon can't help but laugh when the young squire asks for his wifes favor. He couldn't be mad, it took balls to approach the viewing box. Daemon looks at his wife with amusement as she throws her wreath of roses down to the young man. He admires how she's kinder than him to have even given the boy a second glance.
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