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Hi! I came across your page and I love your fanfics of HOTD and I was wondering if you could make a fanfic with Daemon Targaryen and a Velaryon/Targaryen reader who is the daughter of King Viserys and his first wife who was Lord Corlys unnamed sister🤭.

I want her to have a close relationship with her half sister rhaenrya at first then as the years slowly go by that love for her sister deteriorates seeing what her sister has become 👀 a little angst never hurt anybody 😝

I want the reader to be a combination of Visenya and Rhaenys ( aegon the conquers sister wives )

Wish I Was Her

Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader

Summary: Daemon was your sun, your moon, your earth, your sky. He was all you ever wanted to be like growing up... all you ever learned to want when you came of age. But true to his nature, he liked things difficult, he liked things messy, he liked to hurt, and so he made you watch his admirations toward your sister.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Canon and additional Targaryen incest bonk 🤠 as per request, Daemon x Rhaenyra, fem!reader, made up characters, some descriptions of reader as per request, pining, fluff, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: this was a TALL order and I stared at this ask endlessly wondering what I could possibly do for it asdf;asf;asf which is why it took so long. I hope you like it my love. It really be your own sister, amirite YUCK. Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda

"Pretty," I note, reaching out to the necklace on my sister's neck.

Rhaenyra turns to what my hand touched and smiled to herself as I smiled back at her, "who gifted it?"

"Uncle," she says with an excited tone.

The smile on my face begins to fade as hers sparkle. She chuckles, caressing the jewelry on her neck, "he must have known how I eye the endless gifts you get from suitors far and wide."

I snort before breaking into a laugh. Seems like something he would do.

"If you wanted to wear them," I turn and grab her arm as we continue walking through the gardens, "you should have made it known to me. You know I care little for them. They hold the same value as rocks to me."

Rhaenyra leans into my touch, sharing a laugh with me, "you truly are a heartbreaker, sister."

"You'll understand soon enough," I huff, pulling away from her to grab her face, "you are only 5 and 10. Once you are my age of 20, you will have had much more suitors than I ever will."

Rhaenyra places her hands on mine as I tuck her straight hair behind her ears. She mimics me, brushing my curly hair back, as I smile at her.

"That is impossible," she notes with a soft smile, "there is no man that is immune to your charms."

I roll my eyes, "do you want a bet?"

She huffs as we continue walking off, "I am not in the business of betting on things that I know I will lose."

We both break into a laugh as we make our way to the tree where Alicent was waiting for us. Well, Alicent and-

"Uncle," Rhaenyra beams, pulling away from me to rush over to Daemon.

Daemon smirks, turning to my sister just as Alicent does beside him. He nods, "princess," then at me, "princess."

I nod back, "uncle," I turn to the auburn haired lady, "Alicent."

Alicent smiles back at me as Rhaenyra mutters, "what are you doing here?"

Daemon shifts in his spot, "I came to see if you were wearing the necklace I gifted you," he lightly touches the center of the necklace, "now that I have," he turns to me, "I will not hold you ladies any further."

Alicent looks between us. I push past Daemon once he strides off, and get the hands of the two girls. "Now, that that's over with," I look between them. Alicent watches Rhaenyra, who looks off to the distance. I clench my jaw and shake her hand, "Rhaenyra."

"Yes?" she pipes up turning to me.

Alicent watches her. I diffuse the atmosphere by breaking into a chuckle, "a true dragon rider-- head stuck in the clouds."

Later that day, we found ourselves in the hall, as it seems I found myself another caller.

"It is apparent to me that you either have a wicked sense of humor, my lord," I coo as I rock the small cat in my hand, "or you are genuinely clueless that felines do not take kindly to dragons," I turn to the lord in front of me. His smile begins to fade as I continue, "and vice versa."

I chuckle as I stroke the creature's soft fur, impressed by how docile she was. I steal a glance at my sister's amused expression, as well as Alicent's, before turning to my father, who was sat beside me. I raise the cat towards him and he recoils on his iron throne.

I break into giggles as I pull the cat away, "it seems even the king himself is repelled."

Viserys says my name breathily.

"Perhaps I shall keep this one," I turn to Rhaenyra, "what say you, sister?"

"A splendid idea, sister," she responds.

"Oh, bugger off, the lot of you," our father chides, releasing a breath as we laugh once again.

It seems the man before me finds his spirits again in our familial bickering. I press my lips, hoping to crush it in my palm, "now, where are your gifts for my sisters, Lord Baratheon?"

The man a little older than I knits his dark brows, shaking his head, making his dark hair bounce.

"Surely, Christopher," I step forward, narrowing my eyes, "may I call you that?"

"You may address me however you like, princess."

I chuckle, "surely, boy-"

Viserys chuckles.

"-you wish to set yourself apart from the other endless suitors," I turn to Rhaenyra, "as my sister puts it-"

She purses her lips, holding back a laugh.

"-by offering tidings to my sisters as well."

Christopher Baratheon is once again rendered speechless.

"And by sisters, I mean, by blood, Rhaenyra, and by choice of companionship, Alicient."

The sisters turn to each other and share a chuckle at the sentiment.

I tilt my head to the man, "so?"

"I-" he starts, but does not continue.

I smile then shuffle the cat in my arms, "then," I hand the feline to him, "I shall, in fact, not keep this-"

"Aw," Rhaenyra sounds.

"-much to my sister's disappointment," I offer her a look as the lord gets the cat from me.

The look upon his face makes me feel utterly empowered.

"That will be all then," my father calls from behind.

I cannot help but snort as I turn to the impatient look on the King's face. I turn back to Lord Christopher and offer him fake hope, "if you find something you can give all three of us at the feast later tonight, you know where to find me."

The man perks up.

Alicent could not conceal her laughter, which makes everyone turn to her. Rhaenyra and I chuckle at the sight of her growing red cheeks.

"That will be all then," I repeat, offering him one last smile, before turning to my father, "I will be off on dragon back if you need me."

He promptly nods and I walk past Lord Baratheon.

"Take me with you!" Rhaenyra calls as I near.

"You," I start, rubbing her jaw with my thumb once I am close enough. I nearly freeze when I catch sight her necklace. I force a small smile on my face, "have classes to attend to."

She grabs my arm, "please."

I shake my head and lean down to whisper, "if I had to suffer through them, so do you."

I smirk at her as I pull away. She gives me a scornful look.

It is apparent that I was not the only one who thought to take advantage of the clear weather and take to the skies today.

"Uncle," I call as I make my way into the dragon pit. Both him and his ride turn to me when I near them. I extend my hand out carefully, "Caraxes."

Daemon watches as I caress his dragon's snout. He side steps closer to me, up until his hand is on my own. His other pulls me close to him by my waist, "princess."

Caraxes leans into us. I take this as a reason to mask my need to pull away. I ignore how my body reacts to him. I ignore how I feel annoyed by the image of my sister's neck that flashes in my mind.

I step away from him and pull a smile, turning to the dragon keeper behind him to ask that he release my dragon as well.

Daemon watches my hair flutter as Caraxes huffs, "will you be joining us today?"

I link my hands together, "as you've noticed, I prefer the hemispheres opposite to the ones you and Caraxes do."

"Hmm," he steps closer to me, "I oft wondered whether it was by sheer preference, or out of spite."

My face is blank as he smirks down at me, "why would I spite you, uncle?"

"Why would you?" he repeats, "you grew up wishing to be me when you were a child." He pulls away from his dragon as to lead him off once he hears my own stirring from the back of the place, "you told me you wanted to be a man-"

"Because I understood what it meant to be a woman," I retort as I follow him to the side, "how your worth is equal how many heirs your birth. How both mine and Rhaenyra's mothers were rendered worthless because of their... incapabilities."

I turn away from Daemon as I see my dragon get lead out, "they both died for it-- for nothing."

Daemon watches as I make my way to my dragon.

I am surprised that his own hand darts to my beloved creature's face the same time mine does.

I turn to him in surprise. I feel my pulse quicken even more when he fiddles with the large gems on my ears, "there was once a time where you did not allow anyone to dress you in skirts. I would have laughed at the notion of you wearing jewelry."

He pulls away from me and my dragon, "now you parade even your boyish exploits on your skin."

I scoff at him as his tone, "except these were my mother's."

Daemon stills. I find annoyance and ridicule rise up my throat when he looks as though he was not expecting that.

"Between the two of us, uncle," I walk away from him, readying to ride my mount, "it is only you who is clearly still caught up in their childishness."

Daemon could only watch and move away as I command my dragon to exit the chamber

Later that night, I am ensnared in dance after dance after dance, with men whose names I no longer kept track of.

Rhaenyra, the devil she was, kept agreeing on dances on my behalf, and at some point, I managed to trick the idiots with dancing with her first, as a condition to dance with me.

Currently, I was watching her spin with this unsightly Lord while she offered me the most disdainful expression yet. I snorted about it with our father.

"You must be kinder to your sister, child," he says after releasing a chuckle.

The two of us could not hold back on our laughter when the man steps on her foot and profusely breaks out in apologies.

Viserys hides his laugh in his hand when his second daughter shoots him a dirty look. I, however, openly ridicule her and even point a finger, "oh let me enjoy it, father. I have to dance with him after torturing my sister."

He releases an amused snort. He leans against his seat, "you do know that she only wishes to be more like you."

I avert my attention to him, not expecting the solemn words amidst this current atmosphere.

"Why would she want to be me when she is her?"

"She looks up to you, as any sibling would their elder," the king speaks, finally turning to me.

In that moment, my eyes instinctively find Daemon in the room. It is easy, plain like breathing. I watch how he watches Rhaenyra, how his lips curve at the sight of her. I turn away and mutter, "I don't suppose you fooled yourself into believing the same of uncle."

Viserys snorts, throwing his arms around me, "my, my daughter has grown to have a silver tongue to pair her silver hair."

I chuckle once then I lean against him affectionately.

In the next instant, Rhaenyra is upon me, eyes dark, lips curved in a grin, "your turn, sister."

I watch her come up to me as the man she was dancing with looks upon me eagerly. By the time Rhaenyra takes her seat on my own, shoving me with her hip, giving me no choice but to stand, I dramatically place my hand on my forehead and huff, "actually, I am feeling quite faint."

Both my father and sister turns to me when I say this. The former turns back, unfazed, and the latter gives me a dirty look.

My sister's most recent dance partner, who was none the wiser, flashes a look of concern as I say, "I should go outside and get some fresh air."

"I should accompany you, princess."

"Oh, no need. I will come back for our dance soon enough, my lord," I lie with my teeth, "you needn't worry."

Rhaenyra cannot stop me as I walk away. I manage to catch her annoyed look when she mouths, 'bitch' to me. I grin at her and throw a flying kiss at her direction.

I release a huff once I am free. I find comfort in the silence outside the hall.

Whatever peace I found, however, is interrupted by the person who comes up next to me.

I turn to my shoulder and find myself pulling a soft smile, "Cregan."

Cregan Stark says my name and nods in regard.

"I did not know you answered to your invitation."

"And why wouldn't I take the opportunity to bask in your fierce beauty," he smiles, eyes darting down, "did you not receive the necklaces I sent?"

I involuntarily bring my hand up to my bare collarbones as he explains, "I did not know what color you preferred, so I sent all that I could think of."

I shake my head. Against myself, I begin to think of Rhaenyra again. I think of her own gifted necklace, and think it was not nearly as ornate as the ones Cregan sent me. I envy her. I envy her still.

"I did, my lord," I straighten up, "but I could not bare to offend my many suitors by favoring one over the other."

Cregan huffs in amusement.

I smirk at him, "not when I clearly do not favor one over the other."

"You wound me, princess," he narrows his eyes as his lips quirk upward, "I thought we had something."

I snort, "then you might like my uncle, Stark," I state with a hint of venom, "he feels he is just as entitled to my attentions as you are."

"You would slander me to an outsider, niece?"

We both turn to the smirking Daemon as he walks over to us. I do not greet him like Cregan does, I do not nod at him or say his title in regard. Instead I turn to the dark haired man when I reply to his words, "he is hardly a stranger when he has come to my side bearing gifts in exchange for my time more than once."

I watch as Cregan's eyes twinkle at the acknowledgement where Daemon's jaw tightens.

"Will you allow my niece and I some privacy," Daemon asks, though it is not really question.

I stare at the prince idly.

Both of us turn to Cregan when he does not move a muscle.

"I should only leave at the command of the princess, my prince," Cregan nods at me.

I cannot hold back my chuckle.

Daemon does not take kindly to it and makes it clear when he turns to the large Stark.

I huff at his bravado, "it is alright, Cregan. We may continue our conversation inside after I talk to my uncle."

Without another word, Cregan nods at me and walks away.

Daemon watches him with contempt. His eyes dart to me, "Cregan?"

"Well, that is his name, is it not?" I raise my brows and cross my arms.

"And you are familiar with the wolf-boy?"

I scoff, rolling my eyes, "I do not see how that concerns you, uncle."

"It concerns me," he steps forward, "because it's you."

My hands fall to the side as he presses forward.

He leans his face close to mine, "I know everything about you. I know your first word, your wildest dreams, your worst nightmares," he grabs my chin, "the way you sound when you're heartbroken," he leans his forehead down on mine, "and when you lie to me."

My pulse quickens when his hands land on my shoulders. They make their way down, leaving goosebumps on their trail. He brushes his nose against my cheek as he sucks in a deep breath, "the way you smell," his hands pull me against him by my waist.

Daemon lifts his face. I cannot bare to look at him so I close my eyes. He closes his own before he presses his lips on the object of his desire.

I hold in my breath when he kisses me. He feels juxtaposed to his ruggedness. He is soft against me and it makes me burn. I can hold my breath no longer. I breathe heavily when he pulls away.

"The way you taste."

I jolt away from him when I hear quick footsteps. They were running away from us. My heart drops when I catch a flash of blonde hair along with a color of a dress, same as mine.

"Rhaenyra!" I call, pushing Daemon away from me.

I am halted when he grabs my wrist. I don't have time for him. I shove him away.

I pick up my skirt as I run down the hallway, ignoring everyone and everything, only to get to my sister. I catch her just before we both enter the hall again entirely.

"Rhaenyra," I gasp as I catch her arm just by the entrance, relatively safe from the view of others.

She swats me away, the same way I just did our uncle. But unlike me, she turns to give me a hurt look. My feelings eat at me when I see the tears in her eyes, "Rhaenyra."

"Must you have him as well?!"

I recoil at the harshness of her voice. It is foreign to my ears. She has never addressed me like this before. She never looked at me like this either.

"You," she steps forward, "can have anyone, anything, and yet you still want him?"

"Rhaenyra," I whisper helplessly.

"You know of my feelings!" she whisper-yells, "you are as cunning as you are astute, or do you simply choose to turn a blind eye to it out of your own want?"

I move to grab her cheeks, "he is not what you think he is, my love. Daemon is-"

"I DON'T CARE!" she quips, pulling away from me. She begins to heave exactly as though she just stabbed my beating heart, "I have watched as you wanted him, as he wanted you-"

I knit my brows at the sight of her.

"-and now your tricks have finally bored him."

My jaw slacks at her words.

"There is no man that is immune to your charms," Rhaenyra recites, clenching her jaw tightly as she evens her breath, "I want him, because he no longer wants you."

A chill runs down my spine.

I could not believe what I was hearing.

I turn to my side, catching sight of the bored look on my father's face, as his words from earlier echo in my mind. She wants to be like me?

I release a breath as I turn back to Rhaenyra. I feel my own tears threaten to spill, "if you think you can keep his attention," I scoff, "if you think he truly wants you," I chuckle darkly, "then you can have him, sister."

Rhaenyra was like him in this sense. She liked the burn of the flames. Perhaps this was what drew them to each other.

Perhaps they deserves each other.

In that moment, Daemon walks in, shoving past the doors in haste. He stills when he sees us.

I spare neither of them my attention when I pull away. I immediately put on appearances as the man who had been waiting for me to dance with him comes up to me.

Rhaenyra walks over to Daemon as he nears. Daemon all but ignores her. He does not see her. He is hot o my trail.

I watched this play out in real time. My chest contricts at the sight of my sister. I furrow my brows deeply in thought. I clench my jaw tightly as I am spun around by this stranger.

When I am facing him again, my façade is broken.

"Is everything alright, princess?" he asks me in concern.

I turn to him and cannot find it in myself to fake a response, "I feel going outside did not help me at all."

He does not get to sympathize.

The next thing I know, our dance is quickly ended when I am pulled out of the man's arms. This, of course, not only alerts my partner, but everyone who was dancing, and everyone who was watching the dancing; everyone was alerted.

I turn to the man who had my wrist in his grip, I look at Daemon. I look at my sister not too far off in the background.

I hear him call my name. I release a sigh.

"What is happening?" Viserys calls from the end of the room.

I give Daemon a hard expression as I pull away. I force myself to smile as I call, "it is nothing, father," I turn to him, "though I think I will retire for the night."

I ignore Daemon as he watches me turn to my dance partner, "would you like to accompany me on my way to my chambers? I feel I am too faint to walk on my own."

"The honor would be mine, my princess," he readily responds, offering me his hand.

I watch Rhaenyra as I exit the room. I watch her watch Daemon-- Daemon, who was watching me.

I release a breath as I turn to the man on my side, "thank you for your kindness."

"You are welcome, your grace."

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