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two-white-butterflies · 2 years

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Could you write fic about Aemond form House of the Dragon x OC Rheayneras “strong” daughter

As Beautiful As Endless | Aemond Targaryen x Reader Description: Queen Alicent arranges a marriage between you and her second son as an insult to your mother, Princess Rhaenyra, failing to understand that she just created more discord upon her kin.

Her grandfather favored her more than her brothers and cousins, but that didn't meant that she was immune to the taunts of Kinglanding. Heck, it only meant that she was their target.

It wasn't a surprise to her that Queen Alicent arranged a marriage between her and her uncle, Aemond. Although she never expected to marry a second-son, it was much better than no one at all. Prince Aemond was always kind to her when they were children. He was always her solace when Aegon's taunts became too much to bare.

She casts him a glance as he hands her a fallen flower. "I expect that you're going back to Dragonstone after our wedding." he comments as she frowns lightly. "Why would I return to Dragonstone?" she questions as he shrugs.

"I don't suppose that you'd stay here with me. You hate it here." he remarks as he gives her another piece of flower for the bouquet. She chuckles lightly, not realizing that Aemond wanted her to comfort him.

"You hate it here too," she chuckles and he nods in agreement. He did hate the Capital, he hated having to hide his eye at court in fear of making his mother hate him, and he was tired of walking around eggshells with his family.

"At least I try hiding it," he replied as they continue walking towards the rose garden. Rhaenyra's only daughter was renowned for being beautiful — some even say that she was a carbon copy of Queen Rhaenys. To offer her hand to Prince Aemond was an insult, and her mother knew that.

But there were certain compromises when it came to avoiding war. "Which is why we should go to Dragonstone. So there'd be no need to hide." she implied as she picks a flower and places it inside a basket. Princess Helaena loved the nature, bugs, and flowers. Y/N hopes to offer it to her to gain her favor.

"And lose everything I've built here?" he scoffs and she turns towards him with a glare, watching as the color drains away from his face. "I'd give up anything if it meant living a peaceful life, away from Aegon and his drama." she hummed in response as she continued placing flowers of lilac and roses inside the basket.

He chuckles, remembering the times when his mother would scold his brother for his stupidity. "Everything?" he asked and she nodded. In another life, she would've been a florist — carefully taking care of plants. But in this life, she was a princess whose only duty was to marry and bare children. Because there was no chance in hell that she would rule, or ever become Queen.

"Everything, that's what I mean." she continued, walking forward and only stopping when she realizes that he's stopped. "Are you alright?" she asks and he nods. "Dragonstone sounds amazing," he replied mysteriously as he began walking towards her.

Taking the basket from her hand and placing it on his right arm.

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two-white-butterflies · 2 years

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Hi I love the way you write daemon Targaryen and was wondering if you could do a daemon Targaryen x niece reader smut where they get caught by viserys. Or something along those lines.

I've Got My Eye On You | Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Description: you always stole his glances from across the room, from shoulder touches to simple flattery — never assuming that something would bloom from it. but you were wrong, and he always had a plan. (MULTIPART) (COMMENT IF YOU WANNA BE TAGGED IN THE NEXT PART) (SMUT IN NEXT PART)

There she stood in her full glory, wearing her signature colors — red and gold. One might assume that she was a goddess or a Queen of an Ancient House. But they would be wrong, because she was just his niece. Beautiful — Deadly, and Sharp.

"You give my brother a headache, by running off to Stepstones." he tried to create a conversation, but she was unfazed. She always wore a callous look, as if she wanted to mask her real emotions. But that wasn't enough to deter enemies — they still saw her as a little girl who hid behind the skirts of her mother.

Daemon knew better — he's seen women like her come and go at court. Y/N was a dagger, though she remained concealed — she was always capable of hurting someone.

"It's not my fault that he does not plan to smash the Triarchy." she reasoned as she leaned nonchalantly on her chair. Ignoring the monologue going on in her head.

While Rhaenyra spent her days learning the ropes of court, her younger sister learnt sword-fighting. She was a wonderful marksman, one that could be compared to Aegon The Conqueror.

"You should've waited for the reinforcements to come," he pauses as he sits beside her. She was ravishing — and he craved her nightly. "I've been fighting for years, uncle. The reinforcements only came because of Rhaenyra's pleas. I did not wish for my father to believe that I weak." she spat and he frowns.

Now he realizes why he was so drawn to her. Because she was his mirror — a mirror of his own personality. She was the same craving, the same ambition and everyone always assumed the worst in her. She was a true second child — the same as he is.

"But you are not weak, and you know that." he replied leaning down on the wall. She laughs softly, not believing his words. "You flatter me uncle, but flattery is going to bring you nowhere." she faces him with a smile and he rolls his eyes.

Such insecure little thing — not even believing the words of her own uncle. "If you do not believe yourself to be strong — then you would've waited for reinforcements." he pointed out and she groans loudly.

Finding herself trapped in the middle of a maze.

"I wasted three years on that war. At least give me the chance of being bitter." she defended herself as a servant pours her a glass of wine. He turns to look at her, taking a second-glance at her face.

Realizing that she wasn't the same girl from before. That everything that happened in that war — changed his little girl. She was fire now, a real woman-grown.

The gears in his head lightly twist and turn, and a smile forms from his thin lips. He had a plan.

He had to seduce his niece.

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two-white-butterflies · 1 year

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Hi !

If you'd like too could you please write a Daemon Targaryen x Reader fic where she's his ex lover, she is highborn and she and Daemon used to sneak around but he was catching feelings for her and he was afraid she will start seeing the worst parts of him like everyone else so he broke up with her and she left, because she was very heartbroken by what he did because she was already in love with him. Maybe Daemon ends up not being able to sleep because he knows he has hurt her and misses her and he goes to her home some months later and tries to make it up to her but he gets another shock as he realizes that she's pregnant.

Thank you ! You don't have to write this if you don't want too. Have a nice day !😘

The Heaven I Can't Follow | Daemon Targaryen x Highborn!Reader

Daemon knew that the moment he reached heaven, there could only be one other direction — down. Daemon was afraid of the descent, hence he was the one that let go first. Leaving his beloved tumbling on the ground. It was an act of cowardice.

"Prince Daemon is engaged to Lady Laena Velaryon. Why must you continue sulking? He has clearly gotten over you." her brother remarked bitterly, finding great pain in his sister's heartbreak.

A sigh escapes from her honeyed lips as she continues sewing a gown. She came from a highborn family, and despite their wealth, her father was a stingy man, thus she's left to sew her own dresses.

"He is just an event that I've already forgotten," she lied not bothering to look up at her brother. Lies. Her mind told her, as she could still remember the taste of his tongue — and how he's taught her a secret language that she couldn't have with anyone else.

Daemon Targaryen had ruined her, simply by existing. She could hear her brother scoff and he sits beside her, allowing the bed to shift due to both of their weights. "We all know that you haven't." he pointed out as she sighs dramatically.

Why must everyone think that she's a lovesick fool?

"But I have. I rarely even think of him." she boasted with slight pride earning an eye-roll from the man. "Y/N, you are sewing a Targaryen sigil." he pointed out as she flipped the gown — hiding the intricate design. Perhaps he was right. She had been thinking of Daemon, every living minute.

"What kind of food did he give you? Why are you so enamored?" he jested as she throws the gown in the other side of the room. Daemon had done something to her. He had shown her colors, and left her in black and white.

She ignores him, and he stands up. Disappointment looming over the both of them. Her brother was the only one that knew about her endeavors with the Rogue Prince. There was a time where he was the one who encouraged the match. But as he sees his sister's pain, he could see that there was a grave mistake.

"Can you please stop worrying about it? Father is already trying to find a match for me." she pleaded and he hums in content. They had to forget about Daemon, one way or another. "And I'll make sure that your wedding will be better than his." he promises as he walks towards the door, gently twisting the knobs and walking away.

She couldn't believe what kind of match her father arranged. She was engaged to a Stark, whose eyes were as cold as snow. He even refuses to speak to her, he only spent his days wondering around their castle and eating their food.

"Lord Stark, is our castle to your liking?" she questioned trying to find an answer in his eyes. "Yes," he replies for the first time, letting her hear his bass voice. He was different — maybe, the same protectiveness as Daemon but his voice held no life. As if it was as barren as winter.

They continue walking, with only their footsteps as melody. "Surely, Winterfell is as beautiful." she inquired hoping that he'd calm her fears. "Winterfell is cold, my lady. Don't expect much from it." he said plainly, not attempting to comfort her.

She sighs softly, hoping that he wouldn't notice her discontent. Honestly, she wanted to get on the first ship to Pentos. Lord Stark was kind, but only because he refused to spend more than twenty-minutes with her.

"Well, surely the cold has its beauty." she tried to save herself again as he only bites back a dark chuckle. "Whatever delights you, my lady." he replied once more, not trying to start a fight.

She was used to this cold facade, her father had mastered it all his life. But Y/N didn't want this unfamiliarity with her own husband. She wanted to know him. She wanted to know how strong he liked his ale, or how sweet he liked his tea. She wanted real love. Not an alliance.

"But do you think that your home is beautiful?" she asked and he nods. Yes, it was beautiful, but only because of the people that made it be. "It is," he answered, his gaze already beginning to soften around her presence. "Amazing," she replied as she nods her head. If this was how their conversations would be. Then she'd rather gauge her eyes out.

Lord Stark paces around the Maester's office as the man checks his fiancee. She had been sick for the past few weeks. She always vomited in the morning, and her breasts were swollen more than usual. Sure, he sees her as a lady cut from the same cloth as the rest, but he was still worried about her.

"How is she?" he asks trying to hide his emotions, and Y/N offers him a kind smile. He was not the man that she wanted, but he was a good friend. The Maester moves around nervously, "It seems like her lady is with a child." he chuckled nervously as her hand clasps her mouth in shock.

Lord Stark's eyes widened at the sudden news. "Lord Stark—" her voice began to crack as her eyes brimmed with tears. This was a scandal. A kind of thing that her father would kill her for. He takes a step towards her, quickly shooing the Maester away from his own office, and sitting beside Lady Y/N.

"Hush," he says not trying to spend most of his words. He knew that this would stain the Lady's honor, and as a Stark it is the most important virtue of all. She leans her head in his shoulders as memories of Daemon are brought back to her.

His beautiful white-locks and silver-tongue. He would've been delighted at the news of her pregnancy, yet he's abandoned her in the quest for power. "I understand if you wish to call of our engagement." she breaths out and attempts to wipe her tears away. Maybe her father would send her to Oldtown and turn her into a Septa.

"No." he remarks quickly, as he continued rubbing circles on her back. "I'll marry you." he mumbles, hoping that it would restore her honor. "I cannot ask this of you, please." she cried as her grip around his tunic tightened. Her fiancee — reduced to a liar.

"I know who the father is." she cried out and he only gives her a bitter smile. "It's Daemon Targaryen — your house rebukes him. He has no honor. If this child comes out with pale hair and purple eyes, they'd all mock you." she breaths out and he only sighs.

"No one reaches winter. We can hide the child." he tried to reason but she continues shaking her head. "An honorful man like you, shouldn't reduce yourself to the likes of me." she bites her lip and he shakes his head.

He didn't love her. But he had to save her. "I will marry you." he finalized.

Daemon couldn't sleep at night. There was a gap in his bed that no pillow could take. He missed her, he craved her and needed her. But he didn't deserve her. She didn't deserve a Prince whose known nothing but treachery all his life. But without her, he was a smoldering fire — barely even combusting. He could hear Caraxes roar in the far distance.

He knew what he must do. He must claim what is his.

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two-white-butterflies · 2 years

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Hey , I love your stories so I wanted to ask you for a OS for Aemond. The scene where Aemond snuggles up to his mother when he loses his eye. Imagine instead of Alicent it's Y/N. She is the only biological daughter of Laenor and Rhaenyra. She has always loved Aemond but wants to support her side of the family and wears black all the time too. After Aemond and her hugging like that, everyone is wondering whose side she is on. When she wants to talk to her mother about it , she hears Rhaenyra and Daemon plotting her father's death. From that moment on, she disappears from Rhaenyra's reach and looks to Alicent for a mother who loves her and cares for Y/N.

As the years go by, Daemon and Rhaenyra agree Y/N is dead. However, when they are in Kings Landing and the doors open (in front of Viserys) Y/N comes in in a beautiful green dress with a child in her arms and poses a me next to Aemond and Alicent

The Blacks and The Greens | Velaryon! Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Warning: OOC Rhaenyra, angst.

Y/N Velaryon was a delicate princess — though she was more akin to her step-grandmother, Queen Alicent, in terms of femininity. Rhaenyra never really grasped her weaknesses — and was too male oriented to ever pay attention to her only daughter.

She prided herself in having three-sons, completely forgetting that the only true-born one, was her daughter. But Y/N never held a grudge towards her mother — instead she fixed her eye upon different things.

Being 3-years-older than Prince Aemond, she naturally found herself gravitating towards him. (She mostly avoided Aegon because he was a drunkard.) Her and Aemond had a million things in common — from sword fighting, to dragon-lords. He knew all about it.

It came as a shock to you, when late at night — your sworn sword begins knocking at your door. "What is it Ser Pedro?" she questioned tiredly, reaching for the robes on the side of her chair and placing it unto her body.

She opens the door slightly, allowing for her head to peak through the small crack. "There has been a commotion with your siblings, Prince Aemond calls for you, my princess." he informs as she nods lightly.

What commotion could've possibly happened that it would require her immediate attention? She walks outside of her room, and trails her sworn shield.

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Her lips shudder as a sob escapes her lips, she stares at Aemond's sewn eye. "Will it heal?" she asked with a frown, as the Maester shakes his head. "It will scar, he will bear it for life." he answered as he finished sewing the Prince's eye.

Another sob racks up her body as she shakes his shoulder, her eyes searching for a fury in his. "Who did this to you?" she interrogated as the Prince looks away, knowing that her fury was one to scorn.

"Prince Luce," he answered in a low tone, not wishing to repeat himself. Her face quickly turns sour, her eyes darkening with the newfound information.

She turns towards the door to see her sibling casually entering the halls. She strides towards them, one of the knights trying to pull her back. She had a reputation for being ill-tempered, for what her siblings have done to her best-friend, could cause their heads.

Her hands harshly grab Prince Jace, as all heads turn towards them. "What have you done?" she questioned as the boy looks at her with fearful eyes. Prince Luce opens his mouth, "He stole Vhagar." he defended himself as a chuckle escapes from the woman.

"A dragon was never yours to claim." she responded bitterly, watching as all of the other parents filled the room. "But Rhaena was supposed to mount her," Luce argues as he crosses his arms to oppose his sister's opinion.

"And she didn't, but for all of this to cost Aemond his eye?" she raised her voice, her palms turning into fists. She was about to strike her siblings, until her mother, Rhaenyra, came to their service.

"What is all of this commotion?" Rhaenyra questioned pressing her son's head on her chest. She was never the one to defend her daughter, in spite of Y/N being her only true-born one. Rhaenyra never loved her too, in the same way that she never loved Y/N's father.

"Ask them!" she replied as she ran to Aemond's side, trying her best to comfort his ailing eye. Aemond wasn't always the one for aesthetics, he would rather stay in the mud with all the dirt rather than be one of those shiny knights Ser Criston Cole wanted him to be.

Losing his eye was a badge of honor, one that he would proudly wear. She hugs him too, burying her face in his shoulders. Muttering a million apologies to The One-Eyed Prince.

Everyone in the very room wondered if the daughter of Rhaenyra was not in her side. If her loyalty was to the Hightowers, and her best-friend. Laenor rubs his daughter's shoulders endearingly, supporting her decision and making a stand in her honor.

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It was first light. There was no one awake yet, but Laenor was. Rhaenyra had allowed him to take his leave and live his life in Pentos. Not thinking about the life he'd be leaving behind here.

He opens the door to his daughter's chambers. Watching as her chest rose and fell down, showing that she was in deep sleep. He smiles lightly. She was not born out of love or lust, but out of duty.

It didn't matter however, because Laenor still loved her. He flicks a piece of dirt away from her face as his eyes brimmed with tears. He was destroying her by being who he was, and leaving would be the only cure.

He closes his eyes, the memory of her birth stored in the back of his mind with the days where she told him that she accepted him. That she loved him for who he was. And that she loved Qarl too, because he provided her father love.

An everlasting one.

He opens his eyes once more, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. Allowing his lips to linger. This would be their last meeting, and it was just as bitter as the first one.

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Driftmark was beautiful, its beach and tides calmed Princess Y/N. This was where she belonged, with the sand and the sea. Where half of her blood was strong, and never thinned. The Princess was a true-Velaryon, her love for the sea only furthered her claim.

She leaned on the sand-wall, closing her eyes as she tried to mourn for her aunt, Laena. Above her was Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon. Her eyes opened, hearing as they spoke with one another.

Their professions of love did not fall unto deaf ears. But sooner, their conversations went to other topics.

"You killed Laenor?" Daemon questions as he sits down. Rhaenyra hums softly but it was enough for the Princess to hear. "We are dragons, we were always destined to burn together." she replies as Y/N takes a deep breath.

Sadness welling up from her heart. A dark betrayal was looming over the both of them. Her ignorant mother, murdered her loving father in hopes of marrying her uncle. It was cruel, but not peculiar.

She runs towards the castle, fearing that her knees would bend before her. Her hands open her father's doors loudly. She runs towards his bedroom, "Father." she asked of him, but no sound could be heard.

She walks towards the fireplace, and sees a burnt body. She cries loudly, alerting the servants of a possible accident. "No!" she screamed as she took the body away from the fire. Not caring if her hands burned and scalded.

Her loyal knight enters the room after her, watching as his lady kneels upon the ground clutching a burnt body. Princess Rhaenys follows along, she was still wearing her sleeping-clothes. The sight brought her great sorrow too.

"Why did you allow for this to happen!" she scolded, her fists punching the knights that were supposed to be stationed outside of his chambers. Rhaenys kneels beside her granddaughter, wiping the tears away from her purple eyes.

"Who did this?" she questioned as the Princess bites her lips. Her eyes trailing towards her mother who was leaning against the doorframe. Rhaenys catches this too, and stares at the woman behind her.

Her face contorting into the worst shows of melancholy. Her son would be avenged, and their death would be one of the cruelest ones. Rhaenys reaches for Y/N's face, wiping the tears from it.

"Do not weep." she whispers as she places her in her warm embrace.

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The rift between mother and daughter only grew after that. With Rhaenyra returning back to Dragonstone, and Rhaenys taking Y/N as his ward. Y/N still fancied Kingslanding, and visited on dragon-back once and while.

In those short moments, she was able to fall in love. She married Aemond in a private ceremony, respecting his wishes to marry in the sight of the seven gods. They had few guests, just the King, Queen and Princess Rhaenys. Their marriage wasn't a grand spectacle, but it sufficed.

Rhaenys smiled at the court, taking a step forward and staring at the King. "You break centuries of tradition to instill your daughter as heir. But it's alright, we are Valyrians. Our blood is not the same as men." Rhaenys started earning a raised eyebrow from Rhaenyra.

"It was ever my husband's will that the throne pass through Laenor's oldest daughter, Princess Y/N, then through her son, Prince Laenerion." she added as the King nodded weakly.

Rhaenyra's confusion only swelled more. "Son?" she couldn't herself from questioning as Rhaenys nods. "Princess Y/N and Prince Aemond married last spring. I apologize if you were not invited." she said sarcastically as the doors swing wide open.

There walked Princess Y/N and her husband, wearing dark-green. In her hands, held Prince Laenerion who was still too young to wear anything but white. She smiles at her grandfather, "I was told that I was needed." she questioned as she halted beside Queen Alicent.

"Yes. The Heir of Driftmark shall be Princess Y/N Targaryen." The King announced as Rhaenys smirks in satisfaction. She never cared about name, only blood. And her granddaughter had the purest of all.

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