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Dreams | Daemon x reader

Request: just read "To Keep the Memory alive '' and omg so good and well written!!! could i have a 3 where visenya sees/"spends time" with her mother in a dream( and reader says o how much he loves her and how much he loves her father too and he says he's proud of her and he's sorry he had to leave them but he doesn't regret giving birth to Vis) and when she wakes up she goes crying to Daemon and tell him, please?

Summary: Part 3 of my gone series. Visenya the daughter of the reader and Daemons comes to terms with her mother's passing.

Part 1, part 2

Visenyas point of view

“Visenya, my love.” At the sound of my name, I open my eyes and see my mother’s room in front of me. But unlike the dark room hidden away in my father’s castle, this one is bright, with sun rays streaming into the room through open shutters. The color on the wall was lively and looked freshly painted. The room looked clean, lived in, and the feeling of comfort settled down, hugging her like a warm hug.

“Visenya.” this time the voice sounded closer like it was coming from behind me. I slowly turn around and come eye to eye with a woman. Her dress looks made of gold. Her hair is done in the same way mine is done and her eyes bear a resemblance to the picture next to my bed. An almost silent whisper leaves my mouth when I realize who the person in front of me is. “Mom.” The woman nods and opens her arm for me. Without thinking I throw myself in her arms. Burying my head in her dress as her scent envelops me. The faint smell that still clung in her room was tenfold while I stood in her arms and a single tear slides down my cheek.

My mother slowly pushes me off her. “You look beautiful my girl.” She slowly turns me around with a proud look on her face. A look only mothers can have. Another tear slides down my face and I try to quickly wipe it away before she sees it. “Do not weep my love.” She softly presses a kiss on my forehead and caresses my cheek. “But it is my fault you died; dad is all alone because of me.” “Shh baby I gave my life for you, you are the product of the love between your father and me, both your father and I would do anything to keep you alive and happy and if I had to die in order to give you a chance of survival then so be it.” I take a deep breath and look down. My mother’s finger softly pushes my face up. She softly pushes a lock of hair behind my ear. “I love you so much, you and your father were my special place and I do not regret giving my life for you, and it was never your fault, you hear me?” I nod at her words as a feeling of calmness comes over me.

For so long I felt like it was all my fault. My father had never been able to lift that feeling away. As he was suffering from the loss of his wife as much as I was suffering without my mother. The whispers in the castle never ceased they always talked about my father losing his love because of a child. A child that did not die with his wife but instead flourished and became an almost copy of his deceased wife just with a pair of haunting eyes. She had heard the whispers but had never been able to shake them. Until now. Until the comforting words of her mother reassured her it had never been her fault and she had done it out of love.

“Remember Visenya I love you and your father a lot and I will always be with you, in here.” She softly taps my head. “And in here.” This time she taps my heart. I feel the tears start streaming, knowing that it was time to let her go. “You are not letting me go, love, I will always be with you, tell your dad I love him.” She kisses my forehead and I close my eyes. Enjoying and cherishing the love and comfort I feel.

This time when I open my eyes, the room is dark my cheeks are wet, and I quickly dry them on my blanket. For a minute I go over what I have seen. Contemplating if it was all a dream, but it looked too real to vivid to be a dream. So, I throw the blankets back and quickly wrap myself in a blanket before hurrying out of the room.

___

“Dad, dad wake up.” I shake him roughly as Daemon slowly opens his eyes.  “Visenya, what are you doing here?” He softly caresses my cheeks and swipes away my tears. “Why are you crying? Are you hurt?” He is sitting upright and pulls me into his arms after having checked me over to see if I was hurt. “I am fine, but dad I have spoken to mom.”

His eyes glaze and for a minute Daemon looks like he is somewhere far away. “I saw her, in a dream or a vision or whatever it was but she was real. I could touch her, and she hugged me, and she told me she loved me, and you and that it was not my fault she died.” It is one big spew of words and dad clearly lost the plot halfway through. As he shushes her and softly strokes her cheek. “What did you see your mother?” he asks almost in disbelief. I nod feverishly. “Yes, she was in my dream, vision. She told me she loved me and it was not my fault that she died.”

“Love it was not your fault, it was fate, and a good-for-nothing maester who killed her.” Daemon just hugs me closers as he wraps the blanket around me. “I know that now, but it is different when she reassured me.” he kisses the side of my head. “She told me she loved you very much.” His eyes glisten with unshed tears.  “She told you that huh?” I nod and bury my head in the crook of his neck. “Well, it does sound like your mum alright.” He laughs a little in disbelief and strokes my hair. “It sounds like you have a little more Targaryen magic in you.” I look up at him. “What do you mean?” Daemon smiles and looks down at me.

“Your eyes were always special, with one eye looking similar to mine and the other to your mothers, it looks like you also have earned the Targaryen magic in terms of visions, but only time will tell.”

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Can I please get a Daemon and your daughter from "a princess is born" in which to her father's pride and her mother's utter despair, she claims a wild dragon? (just a Dad!Daemon with some fluffy and maybe kinda funny)

I hope this satisfies!

A dragon is not a slave

Pairing: Daemon x Fem. Reader (Summer Isles wifey) x Baela (their daughter.)

Summary: Baela, yours and Daemon’s child, has reached a point in her life where she can finally claim a dragon. However, it is not the type of dragon everyone would have expected her to claim.

Warnings: Aegon being a loathsome cad (bigly, I might add) | Drinking | Drunkenness

Themes: Some minor angst | Soft | Fluff

Author’s notes: I’ve used Gods of the freehold for deities in this story, not the Seven. Also, in this entire line of stories, Aemond never lost his eye to Lucerys, but there is constant conflict between him and his brother Aegon, and unlike their father and uncle, there is no love between them.

Word count: 4.2K words

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It began as all such tales begin.

With a stormy night and a story.

Viserys, king of all Westeros, visited Dragonstone, to spend time with his daughter, his brother, and their families.

The king was frail now, close to meeting his makers. Viserys had to be taken about in a special wheel chair, and the journey to Dragonstone tired him. Still, he insisted on it, as everyone believed he would not live for long and he wanted to spend time with his brother and daughter before Balerion claimed the king’s soul for his own.

It was after supper, and the children all asked their grandsire to talk to them about the dragons, and how they were finally moved to the Stepstones.

"It was the Maesters, you see," Viserys said, as the rest gathered around in a circle and listened. "They came up with the idea of the dragon pits, as the dragons would grow weak and stunted when denied unfettered freedom. They wanted to weaken our family, to rid Westeros of magic and--"

Joff cut his grandfather off with, "But why would they want to do that? Rid the realm of magic?"

"Because magic eludes them, refuses to heed their calls," said Daemon, on his brother’s behalf. "They envy our dragon riders and our dragon dreamers, they envy the Northerners for their green seers and wargs. They claim to seek magic, but they don’t respect it, and as such, magic always eludes their grasp."

You were content to sit next to Daemon on the sofa. "Is this why you moved the dragons to the Stepstones?"

"Yes, good sister," Viserys said, taking a careful sip of his drink, which contained herbs to relieve his pain. "After the last hatchling grew no bigger than a misshapen dog, I had my spies dig around and find out what the Maesters were upto. All the eggs and the remaining dragons were moved to the Stepstones, and now, the keepers tell me, they are all thriving."

"What about the wild dragons, uncle?" asked Baela. "Are they still here?"

"Still here and keeping to themselves, thank the Gods," said Viserys. "Well, sheep stealer and grey ghost no one would mind, but Cannibal…"

Rhaenyra had to stop Joff and Visenya from throwing grapes at each other. "He turned fifty, didn’t he?"

"And killed twelve would-be dragon riders during those fifty years," Viserys mumbled. "Twelve victims. Brave souls all of them, thinking they could subdue the beast. And your father," he turned to Baela, "Would have been thirteenth because of m--"

"My recklessness to prove myself to the others," Daemon cut him off quickly.

Viserys turned to him, his eyes glistening. "You shouldn’t have to do it," he said, still ashamed that his recklessness nearly ended his brother’s life.

Daemon held no malice or anger for what happened. It was a decision he’d gladly make again, for anyone he loved. "I want to. Let us leave it at that, eh?"

The rest looked at them both, thoroughly confused. You held your tongue, for it was not your tale to tell. No one besides you knew the truth of what happened, how Viserys went looking for Cannibal, how Daemon had to pull him out of the way before being burned himself. You promised to let Daemon take this secret to the grave, in order to protect his brother.

Baela came over to her father, making herself comfortable on the armrest next to him.  "But why won’t Cannibal yield, aba? They say he was born in the pits before flying off after trying to kill his first rider, so why won’t he accept one?"

Daemon brushed back his daughter’s hair. "Zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor. And besides, sometimes a dragon will wait till they find a rider worthy of them. At least, that’s how some of the stories go."

"Which is why they must be treated with the utmost respect, yes?" Viserys looked into the eyes of everyone who had gathered. "Dragons are not lap dogs, is that understood?"

A grape flew in a perfect arc and hit Laenor neatly on the nose. "My boys are all grown men," he said, rolling his eyes when Joff looked at him and giggled. "And with families of their own, yet they still insist on acting like children."

"What are children for, papa, but to test their parents?" Jacaerys said with a mischievous grin.

"Gods save us," Laenor said as he stood up and clapped his hands. "Right. It’s late, and we all need to rest. Big day tomorrow."

You and Daemon looked at Baela and smiled. On the morrow, she would turn thirteen, and after that, she would be allowed to claim a dragon for her own.

…………

Baela opened her eyes long before the sun had risen.

She carefully dressed herself and tiptoed her way to the kitchens.

Baela looked around to make sure no one was up and about. The cooks and maids were rubbing the sleep out of their eyes and had all sat down to their breakfast. Their attention was elsewhere, and Baela took her chance.

She scurried over to the butcher’s larder, and carefully picked out a few cuts of meat that were kept aside for the dragons. Even dragons, despite their fearful nature, liked their treats, and their riders would often indulge them with the castoffs.

Baela chucked everything into a large bag before tiptoeing again, this time out of the fortress.

The island was shrouded in mist, and cold. So very cold. Baela, determined as ever, pulled her cloak tight and walked to the far side of the island, where the wild dragons nested. The Dragon Mound.

After listening to her uncle’s tales, Baela was curious to see if she could claim a wild dragon for herself, instead of waiting for years for a tame dragon to form a proper bond with her. She had to be careful, for while her father might tolerate such a scheme, her mother, on the other hand, would not.

She couldn’t blame you, as you had grown up on tales of the freehold and what happened when Valyrians tried to claim wild dragons that refused to yield. Still, she was determined to see this through. After all, she was your daughter as well as her father's. She would not let either side down by giving in so easily. Baela fought back her growing fear and exhaustion and pushed on. 

The hike was hard, and the climb down to the caves was just as hard. Baela took great care to avoid cutting herself and giving the game away. The bag grew heavy and started to smell. Baela still pressed on until she found a cave that had bones scattered all over the entrance.

They were all too charred and burned to be distinguished as human or beast. It could not be human, she decided, as the keepers would have warned the others if people started to go missing. This must be the cave of Sheep Steeler, or the shy Grey Ghost. Baela, relieved, set her bag down, upending it and emptying it of all contents. She then walked backward and turned away from the entrance.

At first, she heard nothing, felt nothing. The minutes passed, and the sun started to rise. Baela would have to leave soon, before her absence was noticed and someone came looking for her.

The seconds ticked away, and then there was a deep thump.

Then, another deep thump.

The air grew warmer, and she heard a deep huff. Baela gulped and kept perfectly still. She heard gravel crunching, of bones splintering and shattering. She heard another huff, a snarl, this time in her direction. She gulped again, but kept perfectly still, not wanting to startle the beast with sudden movements.

The air suddenly grew cool again, and when Baela turned, she saw that her offering of meat had been accepted. Gingerly, she tiptoed her way to the cave entrance. There was nothing there, but she was sure a dragon was deep within the cave, watching her while shrouded in darkness. Not wanting to test her luck, Baela picked up her bag and walked away again.

When she did, a pair of large eyes flew open from within the cave and gleamed wickedly in the darkness.

…………

The feast went ahead as planned.

The mood was somewhat dampened, of course, when Viserys’ children turned up. Sweet-natured Helaena was always welcomed, and her brothers—well, that was another prospect altogether.

Aemond was always angry with his brother, and Aegon reciprocated his brother’s feelings. The two of them could never be left alone for long before they started to tear chunks out of each other. Still, everyone tried to keep the brothers apart for this day, for Baela’s sake.

While Baela and her cousins tried to be nice to Aemond, Aegon was another prospect altogether, and the others made it a point to keep her and Visenya well away from him. For once, however, Aegon behaved, but everyone kept a watchful eye on him.

That night’s revelry went ahead without incident, although Aegon was determined to drink himself into a stupor. You leaned over to Daemon and whispered in the language of your people, "Do you think we should cut him off?"

And Daemon, who had become fluent in your people's language after learning it, replied, "You'll have an easier time bonding with Vermithor than any of us would in stopping the future king. Leave him be, darling. Perhaps if he drinks enough, he won’t be a bother to anyone."

You sighed but accepted your husband’s counsel. And Daemon was right. You’d have an easier time bonding with the Bronze Fury than getting Aegon to stop drinking.

Daemon and you both gave toasts in honour of your daughter’s thirteenth birthday. "To the next dragon rider!" Daemon said cheerfully, and the rest roared in approval.

Laenor looked up from his meal. "Have you decided yet on what dragon to claim?"

Baela kept her tone perfectly neutral. She wanted no one to find out she was trying to claim a wild dragon. "I haven’t yet, uncle." She turned to her food, her hands trembling when she remembered the long trek, the bones crunching, and the beast sniffing at her back. "To be honest, I cannot actually make up my mind."

Five healthy dragons have hatched, and two more were waiting for riders. "You have plenty of time, sweetheart," you said over your wine. "Take all the time you need to decide."

Baela speared a new potato and smiled like anything. She had already decided, but she was certain no one was going to like it once the truth came out. Aegon replied by burping loudly and falling back into his chair, his mouth half open in an ugly snore. "And the green will yield to the purple,” Helaena mumbled to no one in particular.

Aegon nearly fell out of his chair and had to be physically carried to bed, but at least he was out and not creating a scene. Everyone relaxed, and conversation flowed more freely.  

"I hear you are to wed, uncle?" Visenya addressed her uncle. "Who is the lucky woman?"

"A Baratheon," mumbled Aemond. "Her name is Alys."

You arched a brow. "This does not make you happy?"

"No, princess y/n," Aemond moderated his tone after catching his uncle's warning glare. "She is not what I would have chosen for a bride, but alas, everyone else insists. I must wed the lady before the moon is out."

"I hear Alys is very nice." Baela and Visenya had been debating what to have for dessert. Candied almonds or sugar plums? In the end, they settled on a little bit of both. "Like Helaena," added Visenya. "So she can’t be all that bad."

Aemond snorted. "I doubt it."

Baela exchanged a look with her cousin but chose not to respond. You leaned over to Daemon, switching to your native language again. "What was that all about?"

Daemon had already formed some suspicions over the years, and Alicent's insisting her second son marry and leave the nest served to strengthen them. "I’ll tell you when we're in bed."

You nodded and listened as Laenor changed the subject. The rest of the feast went on pleasantly for everyone.

…………

Baela woke up the next morning, as early as the day before, and got started on her new ritual.

She would sneak off into the kitchens, and then sneak out again with cast-off cuts of cooked meat. She would make the trek to the other side of the island, carefully making her way down to the caves, not stopping until she found the one she was looking for. Baela would take a few steps back and turn away from the cave, leaving the meat where it was the day before.

And like yesterday, she would hear one deep thump, then another. The air would grow warm. Something would sniff at the meat, then eat it. That same something would then sniff and snarl at her.

And so it went on, day after day after day, until Baela walked out of the kitchens one morning, certain that no one would notice, only to run into her father.

Daemon simply stood there, arms across his chest. "And what, pray tell, are you up to?"

"I…" Baela dropped the bag, embarrassed with herself for getting caught. "I’m off for a walk, aba."

"Hmmph." Daemon went over to her bag and opened it. His nose crinkled a little at the smell, and his eyes went wide when he recognized what the contents were. "Treats for dragons, yes?" He gave her a questioning look. "But you don't have a dragon, at least not yet. And all the unclaimed dragons are on the Stepstones. So, why would you need this meat?"

Baela gulped, tried to come up with an excuse. "I…. I…"

Daemon’s lips quirked up, his eyes lighting up with wicked humour. "Offerings to the old gods?"

"I… I..."

"You do know the Gods of Valyria demand live sacrifices, yes?"

Baela sputtered.

"Preferably unblemished sheep, or goat. Even chicken would do in a pinch." Daemon tried hard to look serious. "But I suppose day-old cooked beef would do."

Baela groaned in defeat.

"Sheep Steeler?"

She shook her head, but refused to raise it. Daemon curled a finger under his daughter’s chin and tilted it up. "Grey Ghost then?"

Baela managed a meek yes, much to her father’s relief. "Alright. I won’t tell your mother about this. But you must come to me if you want to go further than feeding Grey Ghost. Do you understand me?"

"I will." Baela threw her arms around her father in gratitude. "Thank you, aba."

Daemon chuckled, but waited till his daughter had walked far enough before following her. He kept out of sight, impressed by the paths his child took, how she carefully climbed down to the caves. He tried to peer over the stones, but the dragon, whatever it was, was hidden by surrounding boulders. Daemon wouldn’t budge until Baela picked up her bag to leave.

And one fine day, she heard no low snarl.

She would only hear the dragon take a deep sniff, and huff in her direction. She’d try talking to it, all while keeping her back to it. Baela swore it listened.

Once, she thought she heard what sounded like a gentle purr. She rushed back home, to talk to her father about it.

Daemon, having heard it himself after having followed her yet again, was wondering how long it would take for this to happen. "He likes you," he said, pleased as punch. If everything went according to plan, his child would be the first in their family’s entire history to claim a wild dragon. "Dragons only purr if they’re attached to one person, bonded to them, and if a wild dragon does that, then it means—"

"It means what?"

Daemon quickly stood up. "Sweetheart," he said as you stood there, eyes wide and mouth half open in surprise. "We…"

"Are talking about a wild dragon, yes?" you turned to your daughter, who in turn had looked away. "Really, bee? A wild dragon?" You turn on Daemon next. "How could you?"

Daemon tried to reason with you. "Sweetheart, we--"

"A wild dragon, husband!" you said in despair. "How can you even encourage such a thing?"

Daemon gestured for Baela to leave, and she did, wasting no time to quit the room.

"Sweetheart," Daemon guided you to a chair, urged you to sit. "Please, listen to me. Baela has been careful."

"I--" Daemon held up a hand to cut you off.

"Our daughter knows what she's doing," he said as he crouched in front of you, taking your hands in his. "I’ve been following her, and I think she may have successfully formed a bond with Grey Ghost. He’s purring. I’ve heard it. That’s a very good sign."

You still thought it was a very bad idea. "She’s our child," you sniffled as tears pooled around your eyes. "Our baby, and if anything happens to her, I…"

"Sweetheart, Baela, is tougher and smarter than the both of us." Daemon wiped your eyes, not wanting to show that he too was secretly worried. "She will be fine, I’m sure of it. No harm has come to her so far. She will be fine. Our daughter will be fine."

You managed a smile for him, your heart feeling like it was being squeezed the entire time.

And as for Baela, she went for a walk with her cousin to clear her head and to try and stamp out the guilt she was feeling, for going against your wishes to not bond with a wild dragon.

They had been talking of Visenya’s own plans for her sixteenth birthday, when Aegon came upon them near a cliff on the far side of the island, close to the Dragon Mound, and the caves beneath it. He was surly this morning, and bored. He looked at them as if they were fresh prey. And his feared uncle was nowhere in sight.

"Ladies," he crooned cloyingly sweet. "How are we this morning?"

"Fine, my prince," Baela mumbled as she and Visenya dipped to curtsy. "And how are you? Are you enjoying life on the island so far?"

Aegon was bored out of his wits, and he said so. Dragonstone was dreary, even though it was his seat as crown prince. The air was always cold and damp and salty, the company wanting. And there were no pleasure houses in sight. "Have either of you been? To a pleasure house, I mean?"

Visenya slipped her hand into her cousin’s, wondering if someone would hear if one of them screamed. "No, my prince," she said. "I’ve heard my brother’s talk, but that was from a time before they were wed."

"Yes," Aegon sneered. "Your mother raised three bores for sons. Perhaps I should take the both of you, when you next visit the Red Keep."

Baela stiffened. "That is not necessary, my prince. Besides," she swallowed, her eyes darting towards the fortress. "It would be most improper, for ladies to visit a pleasure house."

"Scandalous, yes?" Aegon sneered again, only this time in a way that made both girls very uncomfortable. "But you needn’t worry. I will take you. The both of you."

"You cannot."

"I am the crown prince! I can do what I like.!Now come. I could do with some company."

"Actually," both Baela and Visenya hesitated. They remembered the warnings, to not be alone around the crown prince. "We would stay here, my prince." Baela could feel fear burning a hole in her gut. She cursed herself, for not asking Jace or Luke to accompany them.

When Aegon took a step towards them, the girls took a step back. "Come with me," he hissed at them, his eyes blazing with fury. "That’s an order."

Visenya shook her head. "No, your grace."

"Come with me, you pathetic chits!" Aegon took another step toward them. "Now!"

Thump.

The cliff face shook, as if something big was scaling it. Aegon blanched. "What fuck is going on?"

Thump.

This time, they all jumped, and backed away from the edge of the cliff. There was a snarl, followed by something rumbling. The cliff face kept shaking, as whatever it was that snarled was making its way closer to them. The air warmed up like a warm summer day. It grew warmer and warmer, and the source of all of it made its presence known.

Gods be good, thought Baela, as she pulled her cousin back with her. It’s him.

A body that was as black as the darkest pits and green eyes that seemed to spit fire appeared before them. The beast opened its terrifying maw, its roar threatening to break the very earth they stood on. It unfurled its wings and roared again, making them shrink from it. Its hot breath felt like a furnace, and they huddled in fear, cowering before it. And then, the beast went silent and inched forward, sniffing at the air around them.

It snarled around Aegon, as if in warning. It then turned its head toward the girls, sniffing and sniffing. Visenya it ignored, and Baela?

She was rewarded with a soft huff, something that almost sounded like a purr. Visenya’s eyes went wide in awe. "He likes you," she whispered. "Cannibal actually likes you."

And he was the one she had been feeding all this time, not Grey Ghost. Oh, her mother was going to lose it, Baela was certain.

But there was nothing you or anyone could have done, at any rate. A bond had already been formed, and if the tales were true, a bond could never be broken, not until the dragon or rider died. "You must ride." Visenya pushed her cousin forward. "Do it. The first flight seals the bond."

Baela looked at her cousin like she had sprouted a thousand eyes all at once. "Do it," Visenya urged, when they heard raised voices. Others were rushing towards them. "Claim him, or you might never get another chance if he flies off again."

Baela took a deep breath and said the first command that came to mind. Cannibal had once heard commands in the pit, but will he heed them after so many decades of running wild? "Māzīs," she said, inching forward.

The dragon tilted his head, as if listening. This time, Baela put steel in her voice. Dragons could smell fear and disrespect and would never respond to either. "Māzīs," she said more firmly.

This time, the dragon inched his way towards her, lowering his head as if to show he was no threat. When voices grew louder, he turned to the keepers rushing towards him and roared, forcing them back.

"Lykirī," Baela said sharply, and Cannibal turned his attention back to her. "Dohaerās, Cannibal."

Cannibal looked at her, studying her. What he did next shocked everyone. He lowered a shoulder to the ground, painfully and uncomfortably low for him, but low enough so Baela could climb him easily. When she struggled to reach his neck, he rolled his shoulders to push her up. She had to hold on with a squeal. Baela then came up with the next command. "Sōvētēs."

He took one fast step after another, building momentum. Baela had to grab onto one of his neck horns for more support. The edge of the cliff neared, and when his wings unfurled, she closed her eyes, thinking that this was the end.

Only it was not.

Daemon reached the cliff edge, a smile tugging at his lips, his chest filling with pride as dragon and rider soared overhead. Cannibal circled the fortress once, then twice, then dipped to the harbour, causing terrified workers and sailors to duck in fright when his shadow loomed over their ships. He took off into the clouds next, and Baela was sorely tempted to let go, to see if she could touch one. The lack of a proper saddle and reins stopped her from doing it.

Her thighs ached and her palms bled from holding so tight. Still she endured, believing the price was worth it. When they came back to the cliffs, Baela had been both laughing and crying at the same time, so overawed was she by the experience. When Cannibal landed, he lowered his shoulder to the earth again, so she could get off. "You've ruined horses for me,” she mumbled as she tried to catch her breath. “Did you know that?"

The dragon’s chest rumbled, as if he understood.

Baela gulped when her father walked towards her, and she steeled herself for the inevitable scolding. Oh, Daemon was nothing but fiercely proud, but he still had to chide his daughter for giving him such a fright. And as for you?

You lectured your daughter thoroughly for her recklessness, but secretly, you were proud too. Of course, you wanted your daughter to stew a little before you finally admitted to it. Daemon told his brother, and Viserys broke out into the biggest smile he had ever seen. "So he has finally come back to us," Viserys was as proud as his brother. "And it took your daughter to make it happen."  

Translations:

Māzīs – Come

Lykirī :Calm

Dohaerās: Serve

Sōvētēs – Fly

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Team Blacks reaction to Y/N’s suicide

Requested

its what teams black reaction after this fic :Do you love me , Say you love me

Warnings: my bad writing and English. English is my second language

Tag: @lilithskywalker

Thank you for request. Please feel free to request or ask thinks. I enjoy while writing and literally my ask - request box is empty 😅

Rhaenyra couldn't believe her ears when she heard the news. She fainted on the spot. She still hadn't gotten over the shock when she woke up. Her only daughter, her beloved daughter had taken her own life. First Visersy, then Lucersy now you… She had heard of your miscarriage. She knew that feeling of helplessness, loneliness, pain… but she didn't think you were going to commit suicide. Her dreams of after winning the war, opening her arms and hugging you were all shattered.Rhaenyra blamed Aegon and the other greens for your death. This marriage should never have happened. She had asked you many times if you had consent in this marriage. She wished that she had never let you leave and marry.

“My stupid daughter , my poor naive daughter why did you left my side, why did you left your mom like this.”

Jacaerys heard the news from his mother. He was so shocked that he didn’t know how to react . Did his sister, the sister he loved more than himself, committed suicide? Jacaerys was enraged. To him, you didn't commit suicide, you were killed. He was the first to oppose your marriage. He had begged you over and over not to be with Aegon. That's why you fought so many times and told him you were happy… jacaerys gritted his teeth. He wanted to make Aegon suffer he stole you from him . Not only to steal your mother's throne, marry you, and cause your death now he didn’t let you have a proper funeral and took your body.

"I swear, Aegon, I'll make you experience a thousand times what you did to my sister !"

Baela and Rhaena have nothing to say. Both are in deep mourning. You've always been a big sister to them. They hadn't been this sad since their mother Laena died. They did not want to eat, drink , did not want to do anything. They calmed down by crying on your shoulder at their mother's funeral, you comforted them but now it was neither you nor your consolation for them to calm down.

Daemon wouldn’t react much to outside. He would only console his wife, Rhenyra by saying that he would take your revenge. You weren't very close with Daemon but when Daemon heard that you had committed suicide, he felt strange. It's an uncomfortable feeling. He took pity on you when he learned that your body was still held by Aegon, and that there was no funeral. You may not be very close but at least you should have peace after death and he will do his best for it.

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[whorefordaemon]

Requests open?

Hear me out babe.

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

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

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

words: 2k

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

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

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

'My sweet Dragon' He called her.

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

But she was special. Quite obviously so.

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

That was not how daughters act with their fathers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He got right in between the father and daughter.

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

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

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

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

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

This is simply not done!

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

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

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

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

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

But Rhaenyra knew better.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'It wasn't fucking fair!'

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

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

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

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

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

Bringing her closer to him.

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

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

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

"Ah!...fuck!" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"All for you..only you Kepa!"

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

Their son?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Again and again and again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#Daemon Targaryen #Daemon Targaryen x reader #Daemon Targaryen smut #Daemon x reader #Daemon Targaryen fic #Rhaenyra Targaryen #Aemond Targaryen #They're just there #No body in this fic cares for them sorry... #father x daughter #smut #asoiaf

[vsenyatargaryen]

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.

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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

[floatyflowers]

Hello. Can you write for Dark Platonic Father!Daemon Targaryen x Daughter Reader?

You can also consider it a prequel to Fairest of Them All

You are his daughter with Rhea Royce, making you his firstborn child.

Born with a soft and innocent nature, unlike your parents.

Even though you were Rhea's daughter, Daemon still loved you, and believed you to be a more Targaryen then a Royce.

The rouge prince would take you riding on Caraxes from time to time, in hopes that you have the bounding with the beast as him.

Rhea didn't like how close you are with Daemon, the man she hates so much, so instead, she makes you stay with her in Runestone.

Of course, this made your father angry and ended up killing your mother, leaving your full guardianship in Daemon's hand.

But he manipulated everyone into believing that lady Royce fell off her horse and broke her neck, resulting in her death.

When Daemon married Laena, you thought his overprotectiveness over you would end, but it only increased.

It was clear who was Daemon's favorite child is after the birth of your younger sisters.

But as you grow older, you start to get tired of his suffocating love and attention, and decided to leave Essos and return back to Runestone.

Yeah, a bad move from your side, because the moment you announced your plan, Daemon snapped, and locked you up.

"Let me out, you can't keep me locked up forever, Kepa!"

"I suppose I have given you too much freedom, a mistake on my part"

Indeed, you were right, Daemon didn't keep you locked up forever.

When Laena dies, you find your father getting remarried to Rhaenyra.

And to have you under his control, he betrothed you to Jacaerys.

Who seems to have the same tendencies as your father.

#tw: toxic relationships #yandere house of the dragon #platonic yandere #daughter reader #daemon taragaryen x reader

[ammmyturtle]

Viserys II Targaryen x Visenya Targaryen before their wedding XD

#the blacks & the greens #my thoughts on the blacks & the greens 101 #asoiaf #daemon x rhaenyra #viserys ii targaryen #princess visenya targaryen #viserys x visenya #daughter of daemyra #mini Daemon x mini Rhaenyra #Daemyra but improved #valyrianscrolls #the dance of dragons au #house targaryen

[drakoneve]

The Wolf Amongst Dragons

request: Can you pretty please do a daemon X reader where it's his niece who teases him about being super smitten with the reader BC she is a headstrong stark and makes a fool out of the court because she can. Perhaps she gets quite hurt in a battle that the king sends her and others out to fix. Basically it just ends up being fluffy where the reader knows his feelings and just soaks up the complete love he has. Like this boy has been knocked off his feet and he hates to admit it hehe 

pairing: daemon targaryen x y/n stark 

word count: 1k

warnings: canon typical violence, injured reader, blood

a/n: i tweaked this a little, hope you don’t mind!

You made a promise to yourself the day your older brother, Cregan, loaded you and your belongings into a carriage headed for the capital. Until this point you’d never stepped foot out of Winterfell, let alone were you prepared to move to the other side of the continent. Yet you had no choice. When the King of the Seven Kingdoms requests a Northern representative for the royal court, the Lord of Winterfell had no choice but to send his little sister.

When you finally arrived at the Red Keep you were meet with by King Viserys, his wife Queen Aemma, their daughter Princess Rhaenyra, and the king’s brother Prince Daemon. The Kingsguard stood tall in gleaming armor in full force surrounding the royal family, who was also accompanied by their personal staff.

“Lady Stark!” King Viserys cheers as he opens his arms in greeting. “We are honored to welcome you to the Red Keep! I hope your travels went smoothly?”

“Thank you, your Grace,” you answered as you bowed respectively. “The Kingsroad is fine, your Grace. It’s more the climate that’s concerning me. i’m not yet used to such... conditions, to say the least.”

Queen Aemma steps forward, “I’m sure you’ll adjust before you know it. Please, allow me to show you to your chambers.”

The queen was gracious enough to accompany you not only to your chambers, but she then took you on a tour of the palace. She began with the throne room, then took you out to the royal gardens where she took you to the Godswood. Having a weirwood tree right here in the Red Keep made you breath easier. At least this place had some trace of the North. Being so far from home unnerved you deeply, but in this place you could feel a connection to home.

Over the next few days you attended Small Council meetings where you watched from the sidelines. King Viserys assured you would have a seat on the council soon enough, but others suggested you have an ‘adjustment period’ of sorts. You scoffed at the idea but still took your seat outside the council table.

Being separated from the council, however, was not enough to restrain you from calling Otto Hightower a ‘spoiled southern cunt’ for suggesting Daemon send members of the City Watch into Flea Bottom to reprimand those who are already fighting to survive. During these meetings you happened to catch the violet eyes of the rogue prince, who had yet to make your acquaintance. 

Not long after your arrival in Winterfell, King Viserys announced that Queen Aemma is with child once more, and the palace went into a mode of celebrations. A feast had been prepared and the throne room transformed into a dining hall with room for dancing. 

Most everyone had finished their meals and began mingling and dancing their way around the room, but your attention focused mainly on the many molten swords of the Iron Throne. You had to admit the sight of the royal seat of Westeros was quite an intimidating sight.

Something inside told you to take a step towards the throne, and so you did. You stopped when you approached the first line of molten swords and reached out to trail your fingers lightly across the hilt. 

“I’d be careful if I were you,” Daemon advised teasingly as he came up on your right side. “My brother does not take kindly to those who yearn for his precious throne.”

“I merely grazed the hilt of one measly sword,” you refuted. “I did not sit my arse upon it and call myself the queen. Nor do I want to.”

“Truthfully?” he inquires, a look of curiosity upon his face. You take the moment to take in the sight of him, and you cannot deny he’s an incredibly handsome  man. Like the rest of his Targaryen ancestors, Daemon is beautifully crafted by the Gods of Old Valyria— blessed with silver blond hair and lilac eyes. 

You nod and look back up to the throne. “I could think of nothing worse,” you admit. “To live my life upon this ghastly thing and have to sit through endless bore-me-to-death Small Council meetings? Sounds miserable to me.”

With that you excuse yourself respectively to retire for the evening. You make quick rounds to the other members of the royal family to excuse yourself for the night totally unaware of how Daemon’s eyes are following you the whole time. He watches as you begin with his brother and sister in law, before finding Rhaenyra (who’s in the middle of the dancefloor with Alicent) and saying goodnight to her, too.

He laughs to himself when Rhaenyra and Alicent each take one of your hands and pulls you around in circles with them, as if trying to convince you to stay with them just a bit longer. He doesn’t want to admit it to himself, but his heart beats harder at the sight of your dark gray satin skirts flow around you while you twirl, at the smile on your face as you laugh with his niece and her friend.

Eventually you pull away from the girls before officially making your way out of the throne room and away from the chaos. 

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Several months had passed since the death of Queen Aemma and Prince Baelon, and war had begun in the Stepstones just as Corlys Velaryon warned King Viserys and the eternity of the Small Council. Still Viserys refused to step in as king and help the Lord of Driftmark defeat the Triarchy once and for all. After the king rejected Corlys’ offer of Laena’s hand in marriage and instead married Alicent Hightower, the seasnake took off to fight in the Stepstones. It wasn’t long after that that Daemon joined Corlys in his war efforts.

You stayed in the Keep for awhile, trying to convince Viserys to aid Corlys and Daemon in their efforts of holding the Stepstones to no avail. Viserys had allowed you to take a seat on the council while Corlys and Daemon were gone, and each time you tried to plead with the king to see reason Otto Hightower would weasel his way in the king’s ear against you. 

So you decided to go to the Stepstones yourself, naturally. You recruited Ser Harwin Strong to accompany you once he swore on his honor he would not say a word of your plan to anyone until his safe return to King’s Landing. 

You and Harwin arrived on the shores of the Stepstones in time to rush to Daemon’s side as he was overrun by members of the Triarchy. You wore the armor your father had gifted you after many years of insisting on joining your brother Cregan on the battlefield with the Stark bannermen. 

Vaemond Velaryon scoffed at your arrival and insisted Corlys send you away. Daemon stepped forward, piercing Vaemond with his furious lilac gaze. 

“Put your cocks away, boys,” you tease, unimpressed. “We’ve a war to win, do we not?”

You joined the war torn men around the large table set up with the maps of the battlefields. Conversation continued back and forth as the lot of you tried to come up with a plan to take down the Crab Feeder and Triarchy. Laenor’s plan of sending Daemon to the Crab Feeder as a scapegoat of false hope only for both Caraxes and Seasmoke to burn the Triarchy men alive. 

For the most part everything went as planned, until you jained Daemon’s side as he was ambushed, unarmed, by a circle of the enemy. You’d jumped into the fight, effectively taking out several Triarchy soldiers before tossing a sword Daemon’s way. He showed his thanks by slaying the rest of the men with you, but not before one of them slashed you in the side, leaving a bloody gash on the side of your thigh.

“Fuck!” you yell as you clutch your leg, losing your balance and hitting the ground. Blood streamed down your leg in a slow, but steady, flow. Daemon joined your side in a flash, ripping the white flag he’d had to feign surrenderance to tie the cloth as tight as he could above the gash in your thigh.

The battle continued around you though for the most part Caraxes’ and Seasmoke’s flame had discouraged most of what was left of the Triarchy. With Daemon’s aid you were able to safely make it back to the shore where you’d first arrived to be treated by the healers available.

Daemon stayed by your side through the stitching and even went as far as to hold your hand and offer sweet words as comfort. You were grateful for him, this way you had something else to focus on other than the pain. And if you needed an alternative to keep your mind busy, there was no better pick than Daemon.

His silvery white hair fell around his face perfectly despite being slightly matted with sweat and blood. He’d always been handsome, that you couldn’t deny, but seeing this softer side to him made him even more so in your eyes. It’s no secret Daemon is a troublemaker, and you should probably keep your distance, but after this how could you?

Long after the battle was over Daemon was crowned King of the Stepstones and the Narrow Sea. He’d cut his infamous long hair short, and it suited him. Sometimes little wisps of silver hair would fall down into his face and you had to remind yourself to breathe at the sight.

Your relationship with Daemon changed after the war in the Stepstones. Whereas before the war you would avoid Daemon in court, you now sought him out. Not that you had too, because he often would join your side in Small Council meetings or invite you out to the training yards.

Tonight however, you opted to stay in your chambers.

You’d already stripped down to your nightclothes when a knock came from the other side of your chamber doors.

“Come in.” you called.

The doors open and Daemon entered, dismissing your guards. They looked to you before leaving once they had your reassurance.

Daemon didn’t hesitate to step right up to you. “Forgive me for the hour, my lady, but I’ve found myself in a situation I am quite unfamiliar with and it seems you are the only one who can help me.”

“Oh?” You tilted your head, trying to ignore the fluttering of your heart. “How am I supposed to be of aid?”

“Be mine,” he responds quickly with confidence. “I must confess from the day you arrived here in the Keep I’ve been quite taken with you. And the day you rode onto the shores of the Stepstones, I knew I could not live without you by my side—”

You reached your hands out to cup either side of his face. “Daemon, do not jest. I’m afraid my heart could not take it.”

A genuine smile breaks out across his lips. “I would never,” Daemon insists. “I’ve felt this way for a long time, my little wolf.”

Daemon’s hands fall to your waist as he pulls you into his body, leaning down to kiss you firmly. You pulled away and kissed his forehead before resting your own against his. 

“Come to bed, Daemon,” you purr and pull away towards the bed.

He laughs and smiles down at you. “As you wish, little wolf.”

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[florzzzs2]

Elia Martell ☀️

My girl from sun✨☀️

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[theobjectofyourire]

Being Daemon's Daughter Would Include (Part II)

a/n: I wasn't expecting such an incredible response to Part I & I just 😭 I'm so so sorry it took me so long to write Part II but here it is! I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it- it really took on a mind of its own! Your mother/Daemon's wife makes a greater appearance, so you get to see Daemon as a wholesome husband, too 💕

Let me know if I should start a tag list for this & if you'd like to be included on it for future parts!

Part I | Part III

summary: It's been near a fortnight since your birth, and Daemon cannot bear to leave your side. How else would he spend his time if not murmuring tales by your cradle...and mayhaps singing...

cw: some angst (and foreshadowing about angst to come) but mostly just comfort, a little fluff, fem reader

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A Song To Keep You Warm

-Upon the hour of your birth, the bells of King's Landing sang out to the city, continuing to sound for nigh on a week. The realm had been blessed with a new princess, and though this was celebrated far and wide, no one was as happy as your father.

-Daemon Targaryen delighted in your mere existence, and would often be seen by your cradle, murmuring tales of love and valor in High Valyrian. You would clutch one of his slender fingers with your whole hand and on more than one occasion, he swore you tried to pull him closer to you. The servants, however, insisted this wasn't possible for a babe so young.

-"Forgive me, my prince," the one girl curtsied, too nervous to look him in the eye. "She's not yet two weeks. She hasn't the strength for such a feat." The others agreed, albeit with hesitation, nodding with sympathy and a little fear, feeling as though they were in some way disobedient.

-To their surprise, he gave them all a wry smile. "She's a Targaryen," he said, holding his head high, "the blood of Old Valyria and daughter of the Rogue Prince." You made a few little noises, then, as you were wont do when you heard your father's voice. You so loved the tenor, which rumbled through you like a kitten purring on your chest. He felt you pulling again. Kneeling, he pressed a kiss upon your cheek and beamed with pride. "She's simply taking what she wants."

-The servants could not but giggle, taken aback and entirely charmed. Daemon was, at once, both tender and wild. He spoke of you as one would the Conqueror, and it was truly odd to see such language applied to a babe. Yet, so too had you allowed him a softness that made his disposition rather agreeable, even calming. Those who had been wary of his presence for countless years were now eager to serve, if only to witness the magic that was said to occur at the hour of the wolf.

-Though you had no trouble finding rest while bathed in the warmth of the sun, you were not one for sleep once the candles were lit. The hour of the bat and all hours that followed saw you not only awake, but seemingly alert, a curious thing indeed for one so young.

-"Remarkable," one Maester had mumbled under his breath, declaring he had never seen anything quite like it. Nor had he read of any similar cases in all his years at the Citadel.

-While your father was intrigued, your mother grew increasingly nervous. He squeezed her hand as she worried at her bottom lip, brows furrowed with a soft concern. "Is she alright?"

-"She is positively glowing, my lady," he assured her. "As healthy a babe as I have ever seen. She merely seems to thrive under the moon."

-He noted that it would be interesting to see whether or not this trait persisted into childhood (indeed, it would), but either way, there was no cause for any distress.

-Though the Maester's words were based in wisdom and reason, they did little to ease your mother's anxieties. She could not explain it, nor find a way to speak it properly, but a terrible anticipation had burrowed itself in her stomach. She felt as though she were preparing for battle, not only waiting for an enemy's strike, but for her happiness to be torn from her.

-In this respect, Daemon had greater success than the Maester. "Hush now, my darling," he whispered, running his fingers through her hair, gently twisting them into loose, flowing braids. Her breathing slowly returned to normal.

-"Think of the dragons," he murmured. "Caraxes is, this very moment, in the heart of the pit, smothered in darkness, and he is in no torment. Quite the opposite."

-"It's true, he isn't what anyone expected him to be," your father allowed, "and mayhaps some might consider him an oddity...though they do not live to think that for long." He playfully nudged her, earning a genuine chuckle. That sparkle of mischief that he fell in love with returned to her eyes as she settled into his arms, letting his words wash over her.

-"He is one of the fiercest creatures in the realm, and he, too, sometimes thrives in the darkness." Daemon purposefully mirrored the Maester's words, smiling when he felt your mother's shoulders relax. "We need not understand it, nor concern ourselves with altering it. She is as she is."

-"So, she's drawn to a little darkness." He buried his face in her hair, whispering into her ear. "Weren't you?" She giggled as she remembered her first encounters with her prince. She couldn't deny it, she had been drawn to his darkness.

-"Tis true enough, husband," she sighed. "But darkness or no, she needs her rest."

-Daemon hummed in agreement, his own forebodings beginning to take shape in his mind. He wouldn't tell your mother, for fear of worrying her further, but he, too, shared in her dread. These last days had felt very much the calm before the storm.

-Still, he was no stranger to war. He insisted on continuing on with as much a sense of normalcy as possible. But Dark Sister remained constantly on his hip and he remained by your cradle every moment that could be spared. Most especially after the sun had set.

-This was the magic the servants so desperately wanted to behold. For in the darkest hours of the night, when the candles burned low and sleep evaded you, Daemon would kneel by your cradle, his breath warm against your skin, and he would sing the most gentle lullabies of your long-lost homeland in the language of your ancestors.

-The first night, he had recited only two ballads before you had drifted off, but mere moments after he stopped singing you had woken again. And so every night after, your father sang to you for hours on end, until the sky turned pink as a maiden's blush, and his throat was all but raw. Not once did he complain, or even seem to mind the ache. He cherished these quiet moments with you, singing to you of tales far and wide.

-The songs varied from night to night, depending on the prince's mood. Some were rather melancholy, songs of loss and loves never to be. Others were triumphant, exciting recollections of war and heroics.

-When naught would tire you, a slight mischief would dance in his eyes as he looked round, ensuring no one was lurking, and would sing a song well-suited to taverns and fools. Songs of the smallfolk had such humor he would lean into that you were sure to squirm and smile before soon finding rest.

-One evening, after he had faced a particularly tedious few hours with the Small Council, Daemon found himself yearning for days long since passed, when chaos and violence had rule over his heart. His mind wandered to the Stepstones, which had returned to something of a dismal state in the recent years. He could not bear to leave you, nor could he deny that he still longed for battle.

-That night, lost in his nostalgia and torn between his greatest loves, he could not but sing the shanties of the common tongue that had filled each silence off the coasts of war.

-Perhaps there was something of the sea in his blood, as it seemed there was in yours. You looked at him with wide eyes as he sang, his voice somehow both gentle and rough, much like the sea herself.

-He picked you up in his arms and carried you to the window, looking out to the waves, all but black and shimmering in the moonlight, crashing against the rocks. His voice was low, rumbling. Tears lingered on his lashes. You squeezed his finger.

-Outside the chambers, servants had gathered. Each wept as they listened to songs of the sea. Of war and of loss, and of a love that even death cannot touch.

-He knew they were there, but he could not bring himself to send them away.

-"Let them hear," he murmured, in a language they could not understand. "Let them know even a prince yearns for something more."

-In the hour of the owl, you fell asleep to the sounds of the sea and your father's strong voice, safe and warm in his embrace.

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[sunnytarg]

Some night Daemons daughter will bring all three of her boys into her bed at the same time.

She’s Daemon’s daughter and loves chaos. She wouldn’t tell any of them that she wanted to have them all at the same time. She’d invite Aegon to her room first and have him eat her out and as she’s in the middle of her first orgasm of the night Aemond would walk into the room. He wouldn’t know what to do. He wants to storm out and choke Aegon at the same time, but before he can decide she waves him over and before he knows it his cock is out and in her mouth.

When Jace arrives she’s bouncing on Aemond’s cock as Aegon thrusts his cock in between her soft tits. Jace is too stunned to say anything but she just turns her head and smiles at him and says, “well, come on and join us.”

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[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Blooming Love

pairing: Fanon!Aemond Targaryen x Female OC

summary: Elaena Targaryen, daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Laena Valeryion, she was too much like her father much to the horror of her father.

Word count: 3.7K

Warnings: Fluff? Falling in love? Attempted butt grab, incest

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"Elaena! Come down this instant" Daemon yelled up at the skies, eyes wide with anger that slowly shimmered at the sight of the golden dragon emerging through the clouds.

Elaena huffed angrily as Vēzos landed on the hill. She climbed down with the help of the great beast, yes she was not as big as Caraxes yet but she was big enough to fly with Elaena and one more on her back. Elaena knew the reason for her father's anger, she had scared off yet another suitor in favour of becoming a warrior some day soon.

"What were you thinking?" Daemon hissed at his first born. Elaena rolled her eyes at him. Daemon wrapped a hand around her bicep knowing her tendencies of running away from him when he was angry to avoid a fight. His grip was barely noticeable not wanting to hurt his girl, Daemon was not that kind of parent.

"He was a dick" Elaena justified her actions. Daemon took a deep breath to calm himself. He looked at the castle behind them knowing Rhaenyra was standing somewhere watching them giggling. She had warned him that Elaena was not someone for marriage, long before Elaena bled for the first time.

Elaena did not shy away from the courtyard when Jacaerys and Lucaerys trained and even joined more than once but preferred to train with a soldier since neither one of them was able to keep up with her. She was light on her feet and took advantage of her smaller frame to dodge them before swinger her sword, she one defeated Jace in a matter of thirty seconds, Luce was of course the one keeping an eye on the time.

"Mind your tongue, you forget you are a princess" Daemon scolded. He did not know why Elaena was like this, Baela and Rhaena were nothing like their older sister, always listening to him and never disobeying him.

"He tried grabbing my ass!" Elaena ripped her arm out of his hold not like he fought it. He felt furious at the new information, no father would be calm in a situation like this but he must keep an open mind.

"That is no excuse for Vēzos to burn his horse" Daemon took a deep breath. He was more than relieved to know that Elaena could defend herself but she was a girl, she was of marriageable age yet she still was not betrothed.

"She enjoyed her meal" Elaena turned to look at her golden beauty with a smirk on her lips. Vēzos let out a loud roar when her rider eyed her. She was usually a gentle dragon, have never seen war obviously.

The bond the two shared made Daemon doubt his own bond with Caraxes. Vēzos which meant sun in Valyrian hatched in Elaena's cradle only hours after her birth which led to him and Laena having to keep her on their shoulders whenever they held their daughter until she was able to hold her herself but that was not for long. By the time Elaena was six name days old she had a melt down as they had to move Vēzos out of the palace since she was causing more and more destruction by the hour. For a whole moon Vēzos would spend her night flying by Elaena's window watching her sleep but now the great beast preferred to sleep on the golden sands Dragonstone.

"Elaena" Daemon warned. Elaena turned to look at him with a softer gaze making his heart flutter, he can never be mad for long at his firstborn child, his heir through and through.

"Please stop pushing me father, I am not one for marriage. Leave me to my sword and arrows and marriage for Baela and Rhaena" Elaena begged holding onto his arms. Daemon sighed and pulled Elaena in for a hug rubbing her back affectionately.

"As Issa zaldrīzes wishes" Daemon whispered against her hairline. They both knew that Daemon was merely humouring her and soon enough Rhaenyra and him will send lords her way discreetly before she figures it out and scare the poor boys away. Elaena sighed hearing her nickname 'my dragon' flowing through his lips.

"Avy jorrāelan, kepa" Elaena whispered against the leather of his tunic. Daemon chuckled patting the back of her head. The two pulled away from each other with soft smiled on their faces. Elaena turned to Vēzos giving her a silent command to go back to the beach and rest.

"Avy jorrāelan, tala" Daemon muttered wrapping an arm around Elaena and pulled her towards the castle. Elaena leaned into his side enjoying the rare moment they had together with each other only for company, it was hard with the amount of siblings she had now, her younger twin sister, Baela and Rhaena followed by Jacaerys and Lucaerys other than the children joffery, Aegon and Viserys and the babe Rhaenyra was to birth soon.

"Sometimes it does not feel like it, you and I have not sparred in what feels like years" Elaena admitted. She loved her blood and step-siblings, truly she did, but she was human still and felt jealousy that her father spent time with them more than her sometimes.

"I shall beat you tomorrow" Daemon teased, nudging her shoulder making her giggled. He eyed the darkening sky knowing supper was going to be soon where he and Rhaenyra will announce that the family will be traveling to the Keep for the king's name day.

Elaena grinned widely as she spread her arms ignoring the worried screaming of her father and Rhaenyra. She was chained to Vēzos so she did not see what the fuss was about. Her hips will be sore from the strain of the chains and maybe some bruises but nothing she could not handle. She let out a loud laugh as Vēzos swooped down showing the dragonpit but Elaena was still not ready to dismount her dragon and stirred her to circle around the palace earning the attention of many in the Keep as the golden scales shinned under the sunlight, one of those people was Aemond who was stood alongside his mother and siblings to welcome the family.

Elaena giggled finally letting Vēzos land in the dragonpit. She ignored the looks she was receiving and made her way out of there with a huge smile on her face. She moved to stand behind her father who was smirking seeing his adventure in his daughter however he could only hope she did not have his recklessness.

"Your grace" Elaena curtsied to Alicent who gave the platinum blonde a wearily smile. Aegon barely spared any of them a second glance while his sister/wife had a soft welcoming smile on her face missing her childhood best friend.

"Helaena! How are you? How are the twins?" Elaena was the one to break the awkward silence turning to her best friends. They were closer during their childhood but their letters never ceased for a second.

"They are alright, down for a nap right now" Helaena answered widening her smile. Elaena noticed how tense everyone was and was wondering what she could say or do to end the awkwardness around the family. Her eyes moved over to her other cousins noticing the missing Daeron, she heard that he was sent to Oldtown a while back. Her eyes paused on Aemond's one eye that was watching her curiously. She gave him a small smile knowing to be weary of him and he nodded back with his cold face still present.

The last time she had seen her cousin was when he had lost his eyes to Luce's knife. She felt horrible because he did not deserve such a fate, people said he stole Vaghar but there was no such a thing as stealing a dragon, it is an illusion like king Visery's said, the dragons are not pets to be controlled, they are mighty beasts and they are who choses to ride them not the other way around.

"Was that you earlier cousin? Did not believe that your rogue blood passed down to your daughter, uncle" Aegon smirked at his own words. Helaena elbowed him but he ignored her and resumed looking smugly at his uncle.

"One of his daughters was bound to be as strong as he is, my prince" Elaena snapped at her uncle with a glare on her face. She knew her sisters would not take her words to heart. Usually they are the ones to tell her those exact same words when they would spend their nights together braiding each other's hair and gossip like any group of sisters.

Elaena was blessed with straight her like her father's unlike her sisters who inherited their mother's curls. When Laena passed during from her dragon's fire, Vaghar who Aemond rode now, Elaena could not bare to look at her sisters for at least five moons and whenever they would step into a room she would excuse herself and leave. The twins eventually cornered her and assured her through her melt down when she finally glanced up at the two of them, that brought them even closer to one another much to the delight of their father and Rhaenyra who Elaena grew closer to as the years passed.

Elaena and Rhaenyra's relationship was rocky in the beginning because Elaean refused to accept her marriage to her father. Daemon understood his daughter and worked to regain his daughter's trust. Elaena took to the skies during their wedding and did not return until the moon was high in the sky. Aegon's birth brought the family back together because Elaena was unable to resist loving and adoring him. She usually steals him to play with him and gave him a wooden figure of a dragon that he even at a young age adores and those who touch it be damned, he will scream his lungs out so Rhaenyra now makes the maids take him out when cleaning his nursery so they can clean the figurine.

"The maids shall escort you to your rooms so you can rest before the feast" Alicent spoke tensely eyeing the maids standing to the side. Elaena's eyes moved from the maids noticing that Aemond was still eyeing her with what she could only identify as admiration but that was impossible, he had Vaghar there was no way he admired her small show earlier.

"Thank you, your grace" Rhaenyra nodded at Alicent. Elaena smirked noticing the sarcasm in her step-mother's voice when saying Alicent's title. She curtsied one last time and followed her sisters into the palace.

"What do you think?" Elaena questioned, twirling a little in front of her sisters. She wore a black dress to show off her house colours. The dress off shoulder and had a little plunge showing the top of her breasts. It reached to the floor and when she twirled small golden shimmers showed off the golden threads in the fabric, she had chosen this specific shade of gold since it matched with Vēzos's scales.

"Beautiful as ever, Leana" Rhaena complimented. The sisters gave sad smiles to each other, ever since their mother's death the twins started nicknaming their sister Laena, the only difference between Elaena and her mother's name was one letter that her sisters rended useless when speaking with her.

"Thank you, however I look not even close to your beauty" Elaena touched Baela's curls making the girl giggle. A knock on the door broke their giggles.

"Come in" Rhaena called, it was her room after all. Daemon stepped into the room smiling, his smile widened at the sight of his eldest children being together.

"Guess it is time for us to leave?" Rhaena asked. She stood up from the sofa she was sat on along with Baela. Daemon nodded his and stepped to the side letting the twins pass through before turning to Elaena.

"You look beautiful, Issa zaldrīzes" Daemon complimented. Elaena touched the fabric of her dress with her finger tips with a tiny smile on her face.

"Thank you, kepa" Elaena walked over to her father and leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek. Daemon had to lean down for her to be able to reach even on her tip toes but he had learned to never mention this to her after receiving the silent treatment from her for three days and had to calm a beaten Jace after sparring with Elaena.

"Come, we do not want to be late" Daemon held out his arm for her to take. He enjoyed her soft touch inside his elbow. He worried for her the most because he knew that no mater how strong she was she was living in a man's world but he had promised earlier that week to not mention marriage and he intended to keep his promise this time, at least for a while before his dark thoughts took over again.

The pair walked into the hall after being announced. Elaena was surprised when the music stopped and everyone turned their attention to them, she knew she was royalty but sometimes it was hard to believe. She noticed the presence of the entire family, even Rhaenyra, Aegon and Viserys and the only one missing was the king. Daemon led his daughter to her sit directly beside his displaying her as his heir instead of Aegon his firstborn son. Rhaenyra of course felt no hurt or displeasure being her father's heir.

Elaena did not have time to sit before the king was announced. Her heart hurt seeing her uncle walk in with the help of a cane and his guard. Alicent scrambled to help him sit down on his seat in the middle of the table before the music picked up again and everyone got distracted by something else.

Elaena eyed her father who gave her a nod of encouragement, Rhaenyra who was occupying Daemon's other side between him and the king, eyed the two confused. Elaena pushed her chair back slowly and moved in front of the table stopping when she was directly in front of her uncle. This earned the attention of Viserys and Alicent along with their children, Helaena and Aemond while Aegon was already drunk somewhere probably flirting with some poor lady.

"Your majesty" Elaena curtsied to her king uncle. She felt her heart clench when she saw the confusion on his face when he did not recognise her and leaned over to Alicent so she can whisper in his ear "This is Elaena, my love"

"Ah Elaena, you have become more beautiful with time my dear niece" Viserys' voice was weak as he spoke. Elaena pushed back the tears that wet her eyes and plastered a smile trying to act and treat him normally as if he was not sick and dying, she knew it must be exhausting for him being treating like that by everyone around him.

"if you would allow me your grace, I have prepared a gift I wish to give you on this glorious day" Elaena steadied her voice not forgetting that she was a princess now after the reminder earlier when she stepped into the room. She ignored the feeling of someone's gaze burning through her body and fought the shiver when she realised the violet eyed belonged to her cousin.

"Of course my dear girl" Viseryes gave a weak nod. Elaena turned to her hand maiden who stepped over holding a box in her hands. She opened the box herself to show the king a wooden figurine of the iron throne with a man sitting on it, it was he when he was still healthy and handsome. What do you give a man who had everything? Was what Elaena wondered before the idea struck her, she was talented in crafting wood so she decided this was the best gift she can come up with.

"You made this?" Viserys questioned rising up from his chair. Alicent too stood up holding his arm and helping walk around the table and over to Elaena.

"With my own hands" Elaena answered, smiling at her uncle who stopped in front of her. Viserys reached over and touched his own face on the figurine probably remembering the days he looked thins handsome.

"Thank you, niece, you have given me a gift I will cherish until my last breath" Viserys whispered. Elaena grinned satisfied with herself. She was shocked when Viseryes wrapped his free around her and pulled her closer placing a kiss on her forehead. He gave her a sad smile before returning to his seat. Elaena's handmaid handed the box with the figurine to a guard who was instructed to take it to the King's own bedchamber.

Elaena sat back down in her seat with a genuine smile on her face. Daemon reached over and grasped her hand in his over the table giving it a squeeze. She squeezed it back knowing her father cared a lot for his brother like she cared for all of her siblings. Elaena smiled as her sisters left her side to dance with Jace and Luce each with her betrothed. She enjoyed the sound of the music and laughter of the people, she imagined sword fighting as a dance and that is how she ended up being better than her sisters at it with the right motivation.

"May I have this dance, princess?" Elaena snapped out of her train of thought and looked up at the person who spoke. It was Aemond with a hand extended for her take. Elaena did not want to embarrass him or herself so she placed her hand into his noticing the size difference immediately which sparked a new feeling inside of her or maybe it was just his touch.

"You may" She gave him a small smile. Daemon watched with a raised eyebrow as his eldest daughter pushed back her chair and allowed her cousin to lead her to the dance floor. Rhaenyra noticed Daemon tense and held his hand under the table to calm him down, they both knew that Elaena was able to defend herself if Aemond tried anything but like any parent Daemon worried and so did Rhaenyra who viewed the girl as her own.

"It has been a long time, cousin" Aemond was the one to break the silence between the pair as they glided skilfully on the dance floor.

"It has, I wondered how you and your siblings have been fairing as of lately" Elaena kept her voice soft and words polite. Aemond twirled her before bringing her back close to his body. They were chest to chest but they were yet to touch anywhere other than her hand in his and the on his shoulder while his was around her waist.

"I am sure Helaena has kept you up to date" Aemond smirked. His gaze moved to his sisters sitting in between two empty seats one for her elder brother and husband while the other was his own. She was too busy to notice as she played with her daughter in her lap.

"She has, she mentioned your liking of sparring" Elaena pulled back from him and held both of his hands as they twirled in a circle before coming close to one another again however this time Aemond's grip was stronger around her waist.

"Not for tourney like many speak" He smirked down at her. She chuckled shaking her head remembering Helaena mentioning how he insisted he was on that piece of information.

"I know, I was going to suggest a match" It was Elaena's turn to smirk when she saw the shocked look on his face.

"You and I?" He questioned unsure. Elaena did not answer as she twirled letting her dress flare around her before stepping closer to him again. Aemond's eye focused on her dress for a second as the gold showed under the candle light while she sauntered her figure in front of him.

"Who else?" She teased. Aemond and her dancing ceased with the music. They were in the middle of the room with the other couples around them.

"Another dance?" Aemond offered his hand again. Elaena smiled and took his hand again. She curtsied and he bowed before the next song began and the other couples began moving.

"They seem fond of each other?" Alicent whispered to Viserys who was also watching his second son and his niece. They both had smile on their faces as they danced in the middle. Daemon slammed his hand down on the table and stood up when Aemond picked up Elaena and twirled her, it was part of the dance but he hated it, usually only married couples did that while unmarried couple opted to do a twirl together with minimum touching.

"Lykirī" Rhaenyra was fast with her movements pulling him back down to his seat. He was breathing heavily with anger, he wanted to jump over the table and killing his nephew for even looking in his daughter's way.

"You are acting as if you did not want to marry her off only a week ago" Rhaenyra joked trying to lighten the mood and make him take his mind off his anger before he does something that will end with him without a head.

"Not to the likes of him" Daemon hissed glaring at Aemond. Aemond of course did not notice being too enamoured by Elaena. She giggled as he twirled her one more time. Aemond felt lighter on his feet as he reconnected with one of his childhood friends, he could not remember the reason behind him refusing to contact her. During that awful night she was silent siding with no one being torn but he still remembered the feel of her hand on his when she passed by trying to comfort him before her father pulled her out of the room.

"Will I see you tomorrow on the training grounds?" Aemond questioned, when the night have ended and he offered to walk her to her room. Elaena paused by the door of her room and turned to look at him with her back to the door.

"Of course, I will not pass a chance to beat you" Elaena teased. Her teeth were showing through her smile. She felt happy and giddy and for once she could not blame the wine since she had none, not even a sip.

"I will leave you to dream of that victory but let me tell you it will never become a reality" Aemond humoured back. Elaena rolled her eyes playfully at him.

"We will see, Kēpus" Was the last thing she said before slipping into her room and closing the door separating them. She had the biggest smile on her face as she slept that night and excitement in her body unable to wait for the next day.

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[dreamlandcreations]

The Bastard Princess

Aemond Targaryen x Daemon's daughter!Reader

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You were enemies since the moment he claimed Vhagar.

He stole the dragon and you had taken his eye. Both acts are unforgivable in your book.

Being your father's daughter, your temper did not let you rest the case after the king declared it done. While they were preparing to depart, you were fuming on your own, at the beach where the only mother you knew had been buried.

Your anger attracted something dark and sinister.

When the Cannibal had emerged from beyond the cliffs, you thought you were done for but it seemed he had other plans.

After years of dreaming of it, you finally claimed a dragon. And the first thing you did was attack the traitor and the thief. It was only thanks to your father and Caraxes intervening that the young prince could escape.

Even though your wild dragon was almost the size of Vhagar, Caraxes won the fight and got away unscathed as neither you nor the beast in tune with your emotions could either hurt your beloved father or his dragon.

Daemon always cherished you, his eldest, even though you did not have his last name. Your mother was a good friend of his and his Lady wife's, who was one of the women they had fun with, in their years of freely roaming the world. Daemon Targaryen never regretted having you, he was not ashamed of you and taught you to be proud of who you are. A dragon, free even of the name that burdened him with the shackles of his first marriage. And despite loving you unconditionally and as her own, Laena agreed that you would be better off without having their name to tie you down.

You owned the monicker of the 'Bastard Princess' just as proudly as the nickname your father gave you, 'Wild Fire'.

As you grew up, you learned to control your temper but meeting with the one-eyed prince turned you both back into petty children, fighting over a dragon you never really had a desire to own and an eye that you - deep, deep, deep down - truly regretted taking.

But the king, who was still more present than anyone in his family gave him credit for, saw beyond your anger, witnessing the regret every time you realised just how much your words cut into Aemond, deeper than your blade ever could. And Viserys smiled at the glimpses he saw his son gave you when he thought no one could see.

After the little time he had spent with his extended family, the king realized that after his death there would be no stopping their fighting. He hoped, of course, that his daughter could take the throne without an issue but he was also not as blind as they thought.

Looking down on the balcony, he saw you and Helaena sitting in the garden, while his son admired you from a distance.

Viserys smiled, a decision came to his heart rather than his weary mind and he ordered the Grand Maester to him, preparing a future where his family is untied by the two of you.

None of you knew of his last declare.

Only a day after the king's death, the throne taken by his eldest son, you received a message from the Grand Maester, who was residing outside the palace, in a somewhat neutral territory, as the guest of the Tyrells'.

Mere hours after your fight with Aemond and his dragon, and almost losing Luke, you prepare to make a journey, not knowing it would change your life forever.

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[whorefordaemon]

Reader is Daemon's daughter who's obsessed with her daddy and vice versa and now she tries to convince him to not let her marry and bear 'half-blood' Green's baby. She wants a pure-blooded Valyrian babe (3 Guesses where she did her Targaryen supremacy course from).

"You're the only one for me."

Includes: smut, breeding kink, creampie, incest (duh)

Words: 1.6k

Daemon watched as you barged into his chambers, all nervous energy and barely contained rage.

He didn't rise from his chair as you wrought your fingers together and paced around. "You can't do this to me! I'm a pure blooded Targaryen! You dare insult me by selling me to that half blooded one eyed bitch!" You raged, throwing the letter at his feet. You let out a frustrated scream before stopping and facing him. You took a deep breathe before slowly walking upto him.

Daemon straightened himself in the chair as his beloved daughter kneeled next to him. Putting your hands on his knees, you bat your eye lashes at him, showing him your teary eyes. "Kepa please, please don't send me away. From my home. From you!" You placed a soft kiss on his hands. Then his thighs.

Daemon further relaxed into the chair, giving you easy access to crawl into his lap, all while you kissed his clothed chest, shoulders and finally, as you settled on his lap, kissing and sucking on his neck, right where you could see the lump in his throat.

Daemon groaned, wrapping his arms around you, holding you to himself. "My sweet dragon.." he whispered, voice raspy.

"Please don't send me away from you Kepa." You whined, pulling his face towards yourself, looking deep into his eyes.

So similar. You were so much like him. The same long, straight silver hair, same bright lilac eyes and the same soft lips. You stared at him as you leaned in to lay a kiss onto his lips.

You moaned as his grip on you tightened and he pulled you closer. Opening his mouth you slipped your tongue inside.

Pulling at his hair to bring him even closer as if that was even possible. Moaning into his mouth as he refused to let you pull away.

You vaguely recalled the doors were still opened as you pulled away.

Still in his lap, lips puffed and eyes dark with lust, you ask him. "You really want to sell me off to a Highcunt?" You asked brokenly.

"Never my love. My sweet Dragon, all mine." He caressed you gently before suddenly grabbing you and pushing you down onto his still covered cock. Making you grind onto him. "You'll always be mine. I cannot marry you, but I'll have you in every way imaginable. You'll have my sons, not some worthless cunt's."

You sucked in a breath at his words, feeling shivers run down your spine as you felt his hard cock dig into your skirts.

"But Rhaenyra said, she said I'll be married off to her half-brother. That half blooded cunt will father my children."

Daemon growled at her words. "Never! So long as I'm alive, our pure blood will not be tainted." You nodded with him. Thank the Gods he understood.

Of course Rhaenyra wouldn't understand, having had half blood bastards of her own.

"So, will you be the one to give me a babe, Kepa?" You whisper in his ears, smirking when you felt him twitch beneath all the layers of clothes. "A pure Valyrian blooded son! All mine! All ours."

He suddenly rose from his seat, carrying you still in his lap and setting you down onto the table. He stared at you, "Yes. A babe of our own." His hands went under your skirts as he grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

He pulled up your skirts, exposing you to the cold air. You shivered, taking your arms around him and pulling him closer. "Kepa.." you loved calling him that. A reminder of the unbreakable bond between you two.

His fingers found your folds, slowly rubbing them. He stared at you before again pulling you forward and causing you to fall onto the table.

"My beautiful girl." He whispered, increasing the pressure he was applying to your sweet pearl. A shiver went down your spine, the electric shocks making you shake violently.

"Please.." He smiled before going down on you. You leaned on your elbows so you could watch him better.

You tried to keep your eyes open and not miss a moment of his tongue swiping at your folds, but you had to throw your head back and moan.

He bit your thighs to prevent himself from laughing at your reactions. Before he began to loudly suck onto your little pearl of flesh.

You screamed out loud, hand going to grab at his hair, unsure if you were trying to pull him closer or push him away because the sensations were too much to bear.

Your thighs were being forced open by him as you unconsciously tried to choke him with them.

"Even if you did, I cannot imagine a better place to die than right here, inbetween your thighs." He had claimed once.

You screamed as you hit your peak, your thighs and insides all wet and your eyes glassy before Daemon rose up and you watched with hooded eyes and he began to untie his breeches.

You bit your lip in anticipation of his cock. The only you had ever wanted.

"Let me look at us as we join." He smirked before pulling you up into a sitting position.

You both watched with rapt attention as his long, thick cock rubbed at your wetness before slowly easing in.

You groaned as you felt him enter you, toes curling in pleasure and your hands gripped his shoulders so hard, you knew you'd leave bruises.

Fuck, it felt so good..

He didn't take his eyes off your cunt until his cock was fully sheathed in. Your folds were red and puffed from having to endure his length, too big for your small, lithe body.

He let out a deep breathe. "So tight...my sweet." He pulled out just as slowly, watching as you tried to pull in in again.

"Give me a babe Kepa." You whimpered to him.

His hands went to your ass, grabbing a handful and using it to thrust inside you hard and fast for the second time.

"Oh, uh, uh..." you groaned as his thrusts became faster and harder.

Soon he was pulling in and out of you at heightened speed, the loud sounds of flesh smacking against one another, the wet noises making you blush.

Gods, this was so wrong. But you just couldn't help yourself!

"Harder, harder please Kepa harder!." He laughed only obeying you and gripping you so tight, pushing himself into you so deep, both your hipbones touched.

Your sweet spot was being brutalized and you love it. This was unbelievable, how close and one you two were.

No one could take you from him. Not the Greens, not the jealous Rhaenyra, no one.

You grabbed his hair, making him look up at you as you kissed him. He groaned, your tongues battling for dominance.

Your still covered breasts bounced, the fabric hurting them but you weren't in a position to let them escape.

Perhaps your Kepa could later suckle and fondle them. You giggled at the thought.

His thrusts became rougher and quicker and you tensed.

Hiding your face in his neck, eyes closed tightly as sparks shot down your body. Then you came.

A second time you screamed him name, begging him to fill you up as your legs sagged around his waist, too tired to hold onto him.

His thrusts only sped up and he let go of you, letting you lay back down as he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to himself, grunting and breathing heavily as the first flow of his seed shot up into you.

He came hard, pushing deep inside you as he gripped the table.

Both of you screamed as you felt his seed shoot all the way up into your body. Your womb.

Where you'd grow your pure Valyrian babe.

You waited until he calmed down, before pushing him backwards, into his chair where he collapsed and breathed heavily.

You jumped from the table, legs wobbly and almost falling face first.

You giggled before moving closer to him, shrugging off your dress so your tits were finally free.

You sat on his lap, loving it as he wrapped his arms around you and caressed your long hair. "We made a baby. Don't take moon tea from tonight, up until your wedding." He commanded. You nodded softly, glad to know your blood wouldn't be sullied by some half blood.

You never noticed the door had been left open the whole time.

You kept your promise. Never drank moon tea. Played the perfect daughter and humbled yourself before all the half bloods and ambitious snakes.

And your Kepa kept his promise. Giving you his seed every night, though you were certain he had succeeded the first night, he insisted they keep trying. "Ensure the deed was done."

He fucked you in his chambers at Dragonstone, in the smaller caves surrounding Dragonmont, in the dragon pit, on your quarters in King's Landing.

Even on your wedding day, in your wedding dress.

You barely looked at Aemond as he put the cloak on your shoulders. Not wanting your hatred to be seen by him.

Eight moons later, you welcomed your babe. It was like looking at yourself. Like looking at your Kepa. "Only Daemon is the perfect name for him." You declared, proud.

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[jason-is-a-real-mood]

One day we'll have to sit down and talk seriously about how the lannister!reader we all put in our writing is always the dream daughter that tywin lannister, the most strict and unforgiving father there is (being kind here) would want, listen to and respect.

And also why she always ends up with one of the characters of the got/hotd world who love to see her unhinged and ruthless.

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