#alpha rhaenyra

[howyouloveyourdragon]

What about alpha!rhaenyra x omega!reader x alpha!daemon, where reader is Rhaenyra’s soft shy younger sister? Maybe Viserys hasn’t given them approval to marry her, so they sneak her out of the red keep and secretly wed in a traditional valyrian ceremony on Dragonstone? They would IMMEDIATELY begin breeding reader so nobody can take her away from them

thank you for your request! i like how you're thinking anon

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴇʀᴄɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏᴜʀ, ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇɴᴇꜱꜱ, ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴋɪɴᴋꜱ: ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ('*' is where the nsfw comes in)

𝕴 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌, 𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖓𝖞𝖗𝖆'𝖘 𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖆𝖑 <3

"𝐍𝐎, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 marry her!" Viserys exclaimed. Rhaenyra's jaw clenched but Daemon scoffed beside her. "And why not?" She yelled back. Daemon sneered at the King, his lips twitching. "She is still young." Viserys offered weakly to which Daemon rolled his eyes. "You tried to marry Rhaenyra off before her ten and seventh namesday, Y/n is certainly old enough!" Viserys seethed at him and stood with a finger raised threateningly. "Y/n is also a second child, a second daughter no less and until we are in need of allies she is of no concern. She may whom she chooses when I deem her old enough." "My sister is not one to be used! There is no better safety than to have her between two alpha Targaryens! We are stronger than any other." Rhaenyra shouted. The castle bellowed with anger as though taking a life-force of its own, to whom it agreed with would be commented among scattering servants. "If you plan to wed her to some highborn cunt, test us but he will not leave with our bride." "You cannot possibly believe me to allow a wedding between all three of you, I forbid it!"

"Then try!" Rhaenyra snapped back vehemently. She turned with her long hair whipping as harsh as a sentence while Daemon took a powerful stance of his own as he too left his brother to wallow. Viserys clenched his jaw and rubbed his hand over his face in frustration. "Escort them and under no circumstances are they to leave you sight besides their chambers." He commanded, causing guards to start tripping over themselves to abide their King. For the first time in years he was not the quiet man they had grown accustomed to and it was enough to repel any desire to be around the more unruly Targaryens. Rhaenyra and Daemon were the first alpha born children in the Targaryen line since Maegor the Cruel and his parents Aegon and Visenya, the origins of their Iron claim...and though there had been before them, there was no telling what would be possible if both longed to steal his omega child even rarer than they. Leaving the Keep was easy, the hard part was convincing their sweet bride to abide by them. Loyalty was not something easily lost but Rhaenyra had prepared for this since the both of you were young, it was not often that women could marry with or without their status. However Viserys had always been very cautious with you, keeping you sheltered inside due to the young lure of an omega. It was far too easy for someone to steal you away with your kind nature if he let you out unless he ensured you were encircled with guards at all times but that was not a prime solution. Rhaenyra was sure you had never seen the outside even when mother was alive. She thought of this as she and Daemon murmured to each other as they sped down the hall and with a final glance they nodded and left their respective chambers. They were going to take you by law or by force and Viserys had made his choice. It was time to play their move.

Rhaenyra stepped into her chambers with a plan. She and Daemon would use the passageways and–oh. When she turned her head there you were sitting patiently on her bed with a book in had and your hair cascading behind you like a fairy-tale beauty. When you saw her, a radiant beaming smile forced the light of all stars to crash your eyes willingly just for it to meet your sister. Her heart stopped for a moment but when you stood she knew that nothing was going to keep her from expressing her love for you. She cared for Daemon, hell she even cared for Criston, but neither affections ever nearly reached her care for you. She didn't stop her feet when they moved toward you, a giddying glee enveloping her as you stepped toward her. She wanted you to feel her adoration as she took a leap and pulled your alluring face toward her own and joined your lips in an earth-shattering embracive kiss. Her tongue moved against your mouth like it belonged there. She wanted it to belong there. When the kiss became too suffocating she pulled away to breathe and found her fingers having entwined in your hair. Your eyes were blown out in beautiful circles of confusion and joy and she revelled in it. "Avy jorrāelan, hāedar." She declared as your own hands rested against her. (I love you, sister/younger sister) You melted into her arms. "Majigho tosh nyke." (Come with me) Her hand tugged you further into the room until she had you pressed to a cold stone wall. She worked hard to push back her bed and open the passageway for your curious eyes. She took a hold of your hand again and pulled you in.

"What is this?" You asked with wonder as you scaled the building with your eyes. She chuckled before kissing your cheeks. "The start of everything, my love." She replied, hearing Daemon's oncoming footsteps. When he reached them there, both were in a giggling excitement but that wasn't the cause of his surprise. "Kepus!" You announced at the sight of him and turned into a beautiful flush of pink. (Uncle) A desire to possess you rang in his ears and it showed in his sly grin. He greeted you both with a nod of the head before pulling a bag from behind his back. He tossed it to the floor as you wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging him to your height. His eager arms lingered on your waist only to release one in favour of his fingers playing with a strand of your hair. He chuckled mischievously. "What's this?" He asked, referring to a small cut hidden beneath the curtain of white. You pulled away bashfully though his other hand stayed trapping you in his embrace. Rhaenyra watched with increasing excitement. She glanced at the bag and rifled through it. You batted your eyelashes at him as you recounted the events which caused your short strand. "I, well..." You trailed. Rhaenyra ever the more confident answered for you. "She was riding on Syrax with me and we hit a branch." She answered teasingly. Daemon hummed and held in his amusement at your embarrassed flush. He stroked a thumb over it affectionately before leaning in to kiss it gently. Your eyes closed as an innocent gasp left you. "Then it will heal." He noted. "It would be a shame to scar such a pretty riña." Daemon delighted in the sweet tilt to your mouth. (girl) "Indeed." Rhaenyra purred, rising from the bag so that she could thrust a pile of fabric into your arms.

You looked down and frowned at it. Daemon had to stop himself from asking to help. "Clothing." He answered your non-question. You looked up into his violet eyes. "We're taking you for the adventure of your life, darling." At the words, Rhaenyra sent you an assuring grin and nod of encouragement. To their persuasion, you followed Rhaenyra's lead, both of you pulling a beige shirt over your head after Rhaenyra unlaced your dress and let it fall to the floor. She sucked in a sharp breath while Daemon let his eyes wander your form. You acted too quickly for him to let them stray from task for too long as he pushed the hidden passage back in place but he appreciated the brief glimpse. When dressed, Rhaenyra's comforting hand cupped your cheek and drew you into another kiss. A short panic shot through you when you broke from her and saw Daemon watching but she quickly pulled you back to face her. "He knows." She spoke. "We love you together, my sweet hāedar." Daemon approached with cautious calculated steps and drew your bodies both into him, a hand on each cheek. "It is not something to fear, dōna jorrāelan, it is to be celebrated and we know just how." He pressed his warm lips to your forehead and laid a kiss there.

The dragonpit was silent as Daemon paid off guards to allow entry but it didn't quell your nerves, your hands were occupied with each Rhaenyra and Daemon as they guided you onto your dragon and they mounted their own. They shared a glance. The start of forever awaited them as they rose in the air. They kept you and your dragon between them as if guarding you, Daemon behind to keep watch of the city below in case their presence came known and Rhaenyra guiding you forward. As the warm air blew in your face you remained unaware of their intentions. The wind whispered promises of devotion and the sun shone on them like it was made for this day and when you finally landed, Rhaenyra almost didn't want to glide to the floor. She rushed at the chance to help you down however and grinned wickedly back at Daemon. Dragonstone? You wondered though anticipation rattled your bones. Daemon came to sweep you under his arm as you came closer to the castle where their Septon stood waiting. You hesitated at the unfamiliar sight but Rhaenyra and Daemon's smiling faces urged you forward. They swept past the Septon as though not there at all, instead leading you inside. The stairs were winding as they took you up and into a large lavish chamber where a perfect gold and red garment entranced you, it seemed to pair with the headpiece beside it. Daemon leant into your ear. "Soon." He whispered before leaving. Rhaenyra kissed you before you could question further and left you in the room.

Seeing them again but this time in their own garb felt like a warm pressure clutching you in a tight embrace. Their own prideful expressions furthered your trust in them, reminding you of their love. "Do you know why we're here, my love?" Rhaenyra asked quietly and held your hands together. You shook your head and pulled a lip between your teeth. She smiled. "We want to marry you." Your eyes widened and snapped to see Daemon's smirking face immediately. "We need you to be ours." He continued. "We need to claim you, would you like that?" Breath clogged your lungs with a strong push keeping your surprise down. Rhaenyra's fingers glided up your arm. "You only need to say yes." She told you quietly and nuzzled her nose in your hair, breathing in your scent. She wholeheartedly believed that you were made for her. "Will you?" The fluffy feeling she projected into your heart kept you from disagreeing. And so a gentle, "Yes", fell from your lips like a plea. You felt her wide grin against your neck as she lay a series of kisses along it. Daemon's form surprised you when his fingers rolled around your waist so that his teeth could mould onto your jaw and suck a sweet mark just below. He soothed it with kisses of his own and when they both pulled away from you, you felt cold and needy. However there wasn't time for that. Viserys could realise you were missing any second now as they guided you once more toward the Septon. The Septon officiated your promises of love and protection. The sharp sting along the line of your lip felt dull as they soothed you with amorous eyes and warm hands. Your thumb became stained with the blood of the dragon and you didn't mind because it reminded you of your love. "Mēre ñelly, mēre prūmia, mēre soul, sir se forever."  When you all joined to pledge your love with a kiss, their lips brought your own into a security you had never known before but also a freedom. A new world for them to experiment.

*You knew what would happen when you inevitably reached your chambers, the burn in you grasping you in a chokehold. Rhaenyra's soft hands against Daemon's hard touch made you feel euphoric as they slipped you and each other from your traditional garments. A low groan ripped from Daemon's chest, leading his hands to hold your breasts and squeezing while Rhaenyra wrapped her hands onto your waist and sucked marks as dark as his eyes into your skin. After years of pleading, she finally had you. You were the only thing she had ever believed was destined to be hers and now you were her own to mark and praise as she saw fit. "So good for us." She murmured, her wet lips trailing you. Daemon moaned at the sight. "Our good omega, aren't you?" The prince asked and you had a feeling it wasn't rhetorical as his iron grip held you. Rhaenyra raised her eyes to look at your blissful face. He pulled away from you then to watch as you nodded. "So perfect." Rhaenyra breathed, her hands sliding onto your breasts from behind and rolling them like a massage. Daemon kissed your jaw and followed the line of your body until he reached the valley of your breasts, kissing Rhaenyra's hands before further trailing down. 

When he reached your lower belly, his hands swept under your rear and hoisted you against Rhaenyra's body so you were between them. He wrapped your legs around his hips. Rhaenyra relinquished her hands although your whimper made her desire to take you back into her again but she stepped back and swallowed. She sat herself waiting on the large bed. "Gaomagon jaelā naejot sagon īlvon, dōna riña?" He whispered to you as he walked you toward it too. (Do you want to be ours, sweet girl?) He dropped you down onto the plush mattress. Your head lay back between Rhaenyra's thighs, her fingers carding through your hair soothingly. "Say it." She whispered into your ear. Daemon started kissing down your stomach. 

"Jaelan sytilībagon aōhon." You answered. (I want to be yours) And it was with that statement that they knew they had you right where they needed you. Daemon didn't hesitate to press a sloppy kiss against your bud, his tongue circling around it like nothing you had ever felt before. Rhaenyra's hands moved to interlace with your own as you thrashed your head back into her. His tongue guided along you like his vows. "Sȳz riña." He murmured, vibrating his mouth against you. (Good girl) A shuddering jolt passed through your body, curling your toes and fingers. Rhaenyra almost moaned just watching you fall apart atop her. His tongue lolled into the depths of you and flicked back forth, experienced. "Skorkydoso gaomagon ao pendagon ao sylutegon?" Rhaenyra asked, throat tightening at the thought of having you herself. (How do you think you taste?) She took in your flushed cheeks and droopy eyelids, you were perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect. "Dōna..." She whispered. "iā heksīr averilla?" She pulled her hands from yours so that she could suddenly rake her nails over your pointing nipples and groaned. (Sweet...or like wine?" Daemon chuckled as your hips snapped up to his mouth, her teeth briefly leaping along your sensitive bud. You squealed at the sharpness of his canines but just as you were about to release another moan, Daemon's head pulled back and let you hips fall back onto the bedding.

A heave escaped your lips even when you looked down at his waiting violet eyes. Your disappointed and confused furrow of your brow treated him like a winner and he couldn't hold back his evil grin. You almost whined for him but then he was hoisting your legs over his shoulders and leaning forward to join your faces. Your legs burned as he stretched them up close to your collarbones and your neck felt cold when Rhaenyra's body moved from behind it. Daemon was smirking at you. One of Rhaenyra's hands stayed on your nipple, flicking you nipple back and forth like a toy but the rest of her sat beside your limp body. Daemon stroked your face firmly and delighted in the whimpers he caused. "We're going to breed you, sweetling." Rhaenyra told you in her beautiful lilting voice, it almost made the words sound less vulgar. She pressed wet kisses down your neck. "You're ours now and some people don't want you to be." "Will you teach them with us, dōna riña?" Daemon's face was so close to yours but he refused to give into your desires so soon. He urged Rhaenyra with a knowing look to start pressing a slow ring on your clit. Then she slipped it inside, stealing your gasps with a suction-like kiss. "Yes." You replied when she released you with a soft squelch. Daemon growled as if he was being possessed by Caraxes and sucked a harsh mark into your neck.

"Our good girl." He breathed. "Are you ready for my cock?" His tone was domineering and his words vulgar but all you could think about was how good it would feel when his thick appendage finally broke through you. He chuckled wickedly at your dazed glassy eyes and guided his length to your waiting, swollen entrance. Rhaenyra's finger sped up though she withdrew the one that had been slinking inside of you, leaving a gooey trail up your stomach as she slithered it up to your mouth. She tapped your lips and when she dipped it in and lay it at your tongue, a lewd mewl escaped you. Daemon exchanged a proud nod with your sister and felt his breath stutter as he began sliding himself into you. Your red sopping mound nearly scurried away from him but he held your hips tightly in place and Rhaenyra murmured sweet praise into your ear.

"You don't want to be taken away from us do you?" She asked quietly while Daemon halted halfway-through to allow at least some adjustment. Rhaenyra tilted her head at you and let the upturn of her lips glide into a smirk. You shook your head and gasped as her lips pressed against yours. "Then let us have you...all of you." A light trail of blood seeped into the bedding when your uncle broke through the only barrier keeping him from you but none of you seemed to care as he thrust forward and sunk into your wet heat. "Taking me so well." Daemon commented as easily as complimenting your dress but a moan released from buried within his chest as your tight hole engulfed all of him. "Our good girl, we're going to fill you until you burst." His hips snapped against you in a pleasing join of sweat-slick flesh. You had the heat of the dragon within you and it didn't let itself go unnoticed. Rhaenyra's leg swung around your middle when your soft moans and jolting body continued, forcing Daemon to lower your legs. Tears began to release but she kissed at them until you couldn't tell what was from your eyes or the wetness of her tongue. She slid her mouth to capture you, her tongue probing your own.

"I want you to show me what Daemon taught you." The crinkle of your brow went ignored until her thighs locked on either side of your head and her cunt dropped onto your lips. Your inexperienced tongue licked at her curiously and a warm pride filled your chest when she moaned. Your mind went dizzying as your body took full control, you almost felt like an intruding ghost as the heat of your bodies swept over you. You felt as her nub grew larger and larger, sighing in satisfaction as your eyes closed. Daemon's pace maintained a hard brutal pace, abusing your hole until a tingling heightened in your stomach. You cried out as an unknown feeling ebbed away at you. "That's it." He coaxed, almost yelling. "Cum for me, my pretty wives." Rhaenyra let a hoarse scream erupt as you whimpered and thrashed below her, a wave of pleasure finally crashing and a new taste dripping onto your tongue. You lapped at it like a greedy dog but they loved it, Rhaenyra's fingers wrapping in your Targaryen strands and gripping like a vice. The come down felt a newfound clarity. His skin didn't stop slapping against yours until a surge of his seed flowed into you. As it began to drip out of you, he used a singular finger to curl it back into you, thrusting as it did so. Rhaenyra eventually slipped from you but when her fingers released your hair, they played with it in a relaxed threading. "Perfect." She breathed before sliding off the bed much to your disagreement. They both chuckled at you with affectioned smiles. "I hope you don't think we're done, dōna ābrazȳrys." Daemon pulled out of your heat and quickly began to rub his manhood again as Rhaenyra took his place. She was already rubbing your pelvises against one another. "We won't stop until we know you swell with our babe." "You're insides are going to stain white by the time we're through with you."

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[dreamymoonpearl]

a/b/o young alpha Rhaenyra and her beloved omega-wife, Laena Velaryon.

– I know, maybe I'm not the omega you wanted, but I'm trying to make this work, Rhaenyra...

– Who said you weren't what I wanted?

The crown princess only has one fear, one that took her from her mother and that she fears will take away her omega...childbirth is still something she can forget, especially seeing Laena's belly grow with each passing moon.

#laena velaryon #omegaverse #rhaenyra targaryen #omega laena #alpha rhaenyra #young aemma #older Laena

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (ABO Lucemond, where Rhaenyra dies from Alicent's knife)

Rhaenyra died protecting Lucerys from Alicent's knife after she tried to take his eye.

After that day, Alicent was supposed to be executed, however Otto pulled strings, and though Viserys was extremely reluctant, he was forced to imprison her in her chambers indefinitely, with no one allowed to visit her, instead.

She has gone crazy, screaming that she didn't mean to, that it wasn't her intention. No one cared what she had intended. The Heir is dead. The Queen killed her. That is the truth that rang all throughout Westeros.

Corlys and Rhaenys, angered that Viserys allowed the green queen to live, immediately sprung into action. They told Viserys that Rhaenyra's children are not safe while the murderer, her followers, and her children lived in the Red Keep. They asked that they would live with them, in Driftmark instead. Unsurprisingly, Viserys was adamant that they'd stay, that he had already lost his (only) daughter, and that he refuses to lose her children too.

Daemon then appeared and the three fought to convince Viserys to send Jacaerys and Joffrey to Dragonstone, where Daemon will personally raise and train them alongside Rhaenys. Rhaenys, who was trained since the beginning to be the heir to the king, unlike Viserys, can teach Jacaerys everything he needed to know about ruling. And Joffrey would be taught under Daemon, to raise and train him as a prince and a warrior.

Corlys would have Lucerys in Driftmark, to be raised and taught the ways of the heir of Driftmark. Though Viserys was at first adamant to keep them all there, even going so far as threatening to imprison them, he eventually agreed when he saw the three boys and their cousins gathered together, crying their hearts out.

And so, they left, and it was a horrible thing, to convince both Jacaerys and Joffrey to let go of Lucerys so soon after they lost their mother, and to hear Lucerys crying, begging them not to separate them, but it had to be done, and so they were separated, with Lucerys only having Baela as company. Together, they mourned their losses.

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Time passed, and news spread. The two princes in Dragonstone grew, both presented as an alpha, but the one in Driftmark...

He presented as omega. What shocked the people was the fact that Corlys was insistent in keeping Lucerys as heir, despite it all. But they remembered how he fought for his wife's claim, and now, it was less than surprising that he continues to fight for his grandson's. Unfortunately, he had to fight once more in the Stepstones, calling Rhaenys and Rhaena back to Driftmark, with Lucerys already acting as heir despite his age.

It was to no one's surprise that Vaemond, coward that he is, decided to go against his brother's claim after ensuring that his brother is injured in the Stepstones. He plotted with Otto, who managed to keep his position despite everything, and the hearing was set.

Daemon, Jacaerys and Joffrey first arrived, and everyone was curious to see how much they changed. Jacaerys was calm and collected, a charming man, he had the stance of a proud general, one that is used to leading and fighting, a perfect mixture of one taught by the Queen Who Never Was, and the Rogue Prince of the City. Joffrey, unfortunately, was taught entirely by Daemon, and it showed. It was like the second coming of Daemon, a charming little boy, but there was a viciousness hidden in him.

Then came Rhaenys, Baela, Rhaena, and Lucerys. The crowd that gathered couldn't help but stare at Lucerys. Ignoring his coloring, he was the mixture of both Rhaenyra and Aemma, his face schooled like Rhaenys, calm, without a hint of anxiousness. Like he just came to visit instead of the truth, where he had to defend himself and his claim. He had long lost his need to hide behind the people he loved. Corlys ensured that he would be able to stand on his own, to have pride in himself.

He wore a dress his mother would have worn, a dress with the designs of old Valyria, but instead of black and red, like his brothers, he wore blue. What made it all scandalous was the fact the he, an omega, came into court collarless.

Jacaerys and Joffrey all but ran to him, and his facade cracked, revealing a sweet smile reserved only for them.

Jacaerys and Lucerys walked around the castle walls, Daemon had a hard time taking Joffrey away, since they needed to see his brother, the King, and Daemon did not trust Joffrey out of his sight.

Jacaerys and Lucerys strolled around like they had lived in the Red Keep all their lives, ignoring the stares, and eventually made it to the training grounds, where they saw their uncle Aemond defeating Cris Cole, apparently not caring for tourneys.

When he turned to see them, he ignored Jacaerys, and his eye lingered on Lucerys. Specifically on his shoulder and unprotected neck. Lucerys and Jacaerys glared, for him, their mother died. He owed them a debt, and sooner or later, it will be paid. They soon entered the courtroom, and glared at Otto, who dared to sit on the throne.

When Vaemond was finished with his bouts, Lucerys began his own, until Viserys came to defend his grandchildren. Viserys reinstated Lucerys as heir to Driftmark, ignoring Vaemond's words, angering him enough to call the three bastards, and Lucerys, an Omegan whore.

He kept his tongue, the rest of his head, however, separated from his body, and Dark Sister was fed with blood again.

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With the dinner comes the problem. Alicent, for the first time in years, was allowed to leave her room, to the anger of every single person besides the greens.

The argument started when Viserys decided to betroth Lucerys and Aemond.

All hell broke lose, however, when Alicent called Lucerys "Rhaenyra", and he asked if she planned to kill him too.

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So, thoughts? Violent reactions?

If anyone wishes to create a full fanfic with this setting, please tell me!

#aemond targaryen #aemond x lucerys #lucemond #lucerys velaryon #lucerys x aemond #aemond one eye #alpha aemond #omega lucerys #rhaenyra is dead #alicent went insane

[minteaspoon]

“Take Me”

a/n: viserys is cackling in the background of this lmao, this is also abo, but you can ignore that if ya want idc

daemyra gets a taste of their own medicine with lucemond, and the same exact situation that happened between them happening with the second sons>:)

bold and italics are Valyrian!!!

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It was a day of celebration for everyone in Kings Landing.

The day celebrated the betrothal of Lucerys Velaryon to the second son of House Tully.

Inside the main hall, in front of the Iron Throne, music and dancing and laughing could be heard and seen.

The Lords and Ladies galavanted and gossiped, danced and sang, feasted and laughed.

Some looked over at the Heir to the Driftmark Throne, sat next to his soon-to-be-husband with the Queen and Prince Consort sat beside them, to gauge the brunette’s expressions.

Others couldn’t careless as long as they were able to satisfy their greed.

However, one wasn’t.

The One-Eyed second son of former Queen Alicent Hightower and late King Viserys Targaryen, first of his name.

His keen eye kept track of every little detail on his nephew’s face, not once looking away.

Soon, the nephew catches his eye, and the two gaze into each other’s violet and dark orbs, taunting each other to make a move.

It was the uncle who followed through.

Walking towards his seated heart, he stands at his side, and raises a palm up to offer a dance. It catches the attention of all those in attendance, though they attempt to look dismissive and uncaring.

Lucerys stared at the offered hand, before putting his own on top, and was pulled away from his betrothed and soon to be husband after the feasts and festivities to officiate the marriage.

Sauntering to the center was rather easy, as the excited crowd parted, whispering to one another of how Luke’s first dance wasn’t with his betrothed at their own wedding, but with his own uncle - whom he maimed in their childhood.

The nephew-uncle duo soon started a chain of dance as the music picks up, and more Lords and Ladies join them on the dance floor.

“Do you not feel bored at this procession, my dear nephew? It’s rather dull, and lacks the appeal of a true wedding befitting one of the blood of Old Valyria,” Aemond starts, leaning his head in to whisper to his nephew’s ear.

His eye looked around, and he makes contact with the silently furious gaze of Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Black Queen.

“No, uncle, I find I rather like a dull wedding with so little fanfare. I rather dislike an obnoxiously jubilant one, it makes me feel rather…overwhelmed.”

Aemond twirls his heart, before the brunette quickly hits their hips back together with a soft thud of clothing.

“My dear uncle, I fear this betrothal to a mere second son of a lower House would prove to be unfruitful, and utterly flat,” Lucerys softly whines, leaning his head closer to his uncle’s neck.

His warm breath tickles the fuzz on Aemond’s neck.

“You play a dangerous game, my little dragon.”

“We’ve been playing this game since the day you and I came into this world.”

Aemond hums, “this game can go no further, my Lord Nephew, you will be leaving me behind for a mere second son of House Tully. He knows naught of our House, it’s traditions nor its history.”

“Then take me.”

The two went silent for a few moments, their eyes fixated on each other.

“My dear uncle, you know of our family’s importance, of our family’s history and it’s traditions. You’ve known me since I was but a mere babe. You’ve known me for longer than my betrothed.”

Aemond and Lucerys have long stopped their waltz, halting in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded and covered by a distracted and exuberant crowd from the eyes of outsiders. Their heads were leaned in close to each other, foreheads touching, cheeks nearly doing the same. They could feel each other’s exhales on their lips every time they took a breath. All while they kept their eyes on each other.

“So take me, uncle. Cut through the Queensguard. Take me in the tradition of our House. Take me to Dragonstone, and make me your husband, and I’ll make you mine.”

Suddenly, Aemond’s hand shoots forward, and clutches a side of Lucerys’s face. The alpha’s fingers at the back of the omega’s head, threading through his dark curls, roughly grabbing onto the loose strands.

“My Lord Dragon-“

A loud shout came from the Royal Table.

Daemon had stood up, and unsheathed Dark Sister, and was pointing its sharp blade at his one eyed nephew.

Aemond covers Luke, and whispers gently and quickly into his ear, so that only he could hear the next words coming from his mouth;

“Meet me on the back of Arrax tonight, I shall ensure you and that Tully man shall never wed nor know of the marriage bed, now and forever more. We shall fly swiftly to Dragonstone to wed, and consummate our long-overdue marriage in front of the Septons, and Maesters, and Maids. For you, Lucerys Velaryon, are my dearest heart.”

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[buckybarnesb-tch]

New fic Idea…?

So I was thinking about a fic last night after a few too many drinks🤣

Aemond and his twin sister present as Omegas, something that has never before happened in Targaryen history to even one of the blood of the Dragon, let alone twins.

They are even more desperate for each other than ever before as Otto tries desperately to hide the fact of them being “weak, needy Omegas” until he can marry them off individually, which his daughter argues as strongly as she can.

He keeps them apart, only letting them close when they can be watched by guards. As everyone comes to Kings Landing to fight for the inheritance of Lord of the Tides, Aemond and Y/n come face to face with their Alpha…Alphas

Daemon and Rhaenyra defied all odds by getting married and mating despite both being Alphas though they always knew they were waiting for an Omega to call theirs. They never expected to find two Omegas, and in the last place they would have thought to look…

Does this sound good or is it too crazy?😂🤣

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[kckt88]

Drowning Inside You III

Summary:

Aemond and Valaera want to bask in their shared happiness, but others seek to cause trouble for the couple. Luckily Aemond has a solution.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Warning(s): Mini Time Skip, Inner thoughts, Language, Kissing, Smut, P in V, Breeding Kink, Lactation Kink, Knotting, Mild Angst, Possessive Behaviour, Child Birth.

Word Count: 4817

Author Note: An Alpha/Omega Story.

P.S - Some Scenes/Dialogue from Dynasty has been reused.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Aemond didn’t know how much longer he could stand listening to the pained wails of his Omega, as he paced back and forth outside their closed chamber door.

I should be with her. I should be by her side. But they won’t let me.

Valaera’s labours had begun just after midday and Aemond was soon ushered out of their chambers, as a flurry of maesters and midwives surrounded his Omega.

“A-Aemond,” cried Valaera.

The Alpha inside him was roaring in anguish at his mates pain.

Aemond had been ordered to remain outside as the midwives claimed the birthing room was no place for a man, let alone an Alpha.

But the need to protect and sooth his Omega was overwhelming Aemond’s senses.

“Aemond” begged Valaera.

I-I need to be with her. To hold her hand.

“ALPHA. PLEASE I NEED YOU” screamed Valaera.

That’s it. She needs me. I can’t stand this anymore.

Aemond took a deep breath and barged into his chambers.

“My prince. You should not be here. It is not proper” urged Maester Orwyle.

“I don’t give a shit what’s proper. My Omega needs me. I’m staying” snapped Aemond.

“B-But my Prince”

“Do not attempt to remove me again Maester, or I swear to the seven I will throw you out of that fucking window and I won't be opening it first” shouted Aemond.

“P-Please. Aemond. I need you” sobbed Valaera.

“I’m here ābrazȳrys” exclaimed Aemond as he knelt down beside the bed and took Valaera’s hand (Wife).

“It hurts so much Valzȳrys” (Husband).

“I know. But you can do this. I know you can” said Aemond, doing his best to reassure his Omega.

“No, I can’t” wailed Valaera, grimacing in pain as a contraction ripped across her stomach.

“Yes, you can Issa prūmia. Squeeze my hand as much as you want” (My heart).

Maester Orwyle instructed Valaera to take a deep breath and push.

“That’s it. Issa dōna, keep going” encouraged Aemond (My sweet).

Aemond had no idea how much time had passed since Valaera was instructed to push, even as the labour tired her, she kept going. Her red face covered in sweat and tears.

“That’s it Prince Valaera. I can see the babes head”.

“You can do it Laera. That’s it. Keep pushing” urged Aemond, grimacing slightly as Valaera squeezed his hand tight.

“Keep going Princess. Your doing so well-“

“The head’s out. Now just wait until the next contraction and push”

Even though she was exhausted, Valaera took a deep breath and gave one last push. Then an ear-piercing cry shattered the silence of the room. 

Aemond’s heart swooped at the sound, his lips parting in amazement as he watched Maester Orwyle, cut the umbilical cord and quickly wrapped the babe in clean cloth.

Valaera whimpered next to him, her eyes shining with relieved tears. 

The babe was a boy.

Their son was passed to Valaera who held the babe against her bare chest. Her eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Aemond. Look, our son” gasped Valaera.

“He’s perfect” whispered Aemond in awe. His heart bursting with love at the sight of his newly born son in the arms of his Omega.

“He looks like you” said Valaera happily.

My son might look like me, but he has Valaera’s dark hair. I wonder what colour his eyes are.

However, Valaera starting whimpering in pain again.

“W-What’s happening?” asked Aemond in alarm as his son was placed in his arms.

“It-it seems as though there’s another babe my Prince” replied Maester Orwyle.

“Idañnykeā zaldrīzoti” yelled Aemond (Twin dragons).

Aemond couldn’t believe it. His sweet Omega had delivered twin pups.

“A girl” declared Valaera proudly as she gently rocked their daughter in her arms.

“I’m so proud of you” replied Aemond as he sat on the bed next to Valaera.

I’m a father. I have two children. They are perfect. My son. My daughter.

“Congratulations my Princes. What are their names?” asked Maester Orwyle.

“Our son shall be named Vhalarr and our daughter-“

“Vaella” exclaimed Valaera happily.

“A-Are you sure?”  

“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. Our children Vhalarr and Vaella Targaryen”

“I hear one of the pups has brown hair”.

“Yes, my son has brown hair, it’s no big deal” muttered Aemond as he placed his training sword back on the rack.

“Are you sure about that?” asked Criston.

“What exactly are you trying to get at Cole?”

“I’m just commenting on the colour of your son’s hair my Prince” replied Criston shrugging.

“Sounds like you’re trying to insinuate that not only has my mate been unfaithful, but she has also shamed me by birthing bastards” snapped Aemond.

“Your mate could just be following the example that has been set for her by her own mother”.

He dares to insult my mate. My sweet Omega. The mother of my children.

Aemond took and deep breath and then seized Criston by the collar.

“You will never insult my mate like that again. She has done nothing to earn your suspicion or your ire. Those children are mine. Do you understand?” snarled Aemond.

“M-My Prince, I was-“

“DO YOU FUCKING UNDRSTAND COLE” balled Aemond.

“Yes, my Prince. I apologise” muttered Criston as he struggled against Aemond’s vice like grip.

Even though he was a Beta, the stench of an angry Alpha was overwhelming.

“Vhalarr inherited his dark hair from Valaera, but my son looks like me, he has my eyes and as for Vaella she has my silver hair and her mother’s brown eyes. My children are the best of me and Valaera” shouted Aemond.

“I’m sorry. Please my Prince. Forgive me” begged Criston.

“My children are twins, same mother, same father. You accept one you accept the other”.

“A-Apologise My Prince” stuttered Criston.

“I no longer wish for you to train me; you will resume your duties as my mother’s protector, and you will stay out of my sight” ordered Aemond as he viciously shoved Criston away from him.

“As you wish my Prince” muttered Criston as he rushed away.

The fucking audacity. I should have ripped the tongue from his traitorous cunt mouth.

“He won’t be the last to accuse Valaera of birthing bastards”.

“How long have you been standing there?” asked Aemond.

“Long enough” muttered Daemon.

“Hm”

“When your betrothal to Valaera was announced, Rhaenyra was against it,” said Daemon.

“As was my own mother” replied Aemond.

“My darling wife wrongly assumed that you would harm her daughter, make her pay for taking your eye all those years ago on Driftmark”.

“I have no intention of harming Valaera” exclaimed Aemond.

“I was fully aware of your intentions towards my stepdaughter. No matter how much you tried to deny yourself. I know exactly what you wanted with her” mused Daemon.

“…And what did I want with Valaera?” asked Aemond.

“The same thing I wanted with Rhaenyra. It is a Targaryen’s nature to seek out their own. Something your mother and grandsire could never quite understand” muttered Daemon as he slowly approached Aemond, like a predator stalking its prey.

“Mother and grandsire…”

“Are not Targaryen’s and even though your blood is diluted with that of the Hightower. It still burns for Valaera. The fire within us is all consuming” said Daemon resting his hand upon Dark Sister.

“Wanting Valaera is all I know”.

“Even though she took your eye” mused Daemon cocking his head to the side.

“I thought I hated her for what she took from me. But now I understand that what I feel for Valaera isn’t hate”.

No. I don’t hate my sweet mate. I love her.

“You are a dragon that has found his treasure” said Daemon smirking.

“In more ways than I know” mumbled Aemond.

“So, nephew. How about we see your skill with the blade?” challenged Daemon as he withdrew Dark Sister from its sheath.

“I thought you’d never ask” retorted Aemond as he took a long sword from the rack.

Eagerly accepting his older Alpha uncles challenge.

I’ve always wondered how I would fair against the Rogue Prince.

“Let us begin” roared Daemon as he charged forward, and a clash of steel echoed around the training yard.

“How are you feeling?” asked Rhaenyra.

“Happy. Tired and very sore” muttered Valaera.

“It will pass sweet girl” replied Rhaenyra as she gently rocked her grandson in her arms.

“I know it will” whispered Valaera as she held Vaella against her bare chest.

“How’s my brother taken to being a father?”

“Very well. He’s very involved in caring for the twins” replied Valaera.

Since the twins had been born, Aemond took to fatherhood like a dragon took to the sky. He was gentle, loving, supportive and eager to be involved in everything.

He would help to bathe his pups, he would read to them as they slept against his bare chest, he would also wake in the night when they needed feeding. Granted as an Alpha he couldn’t produce milk, but he would gently rock one pup whilst Valaera fed the other and then they would switch.

“I hear that Alicent came to see the children?”

“Y-Yes she came yesterday” muttered Valaera.

Aemond was so proud when he introduced his mother to the twins. She was happy to receive Vaella, but when she saw the brown hair that graced Vhalarr’s head she curled her lip in disgust and turned away from him.

As much as Aemond loved his mother, he did not take her open dismissal of his son well and Valaera had to thank both the seven and the gods of old Valyria that Aemond was indeed Alicent’s favourite son because no one else would have gotten away with what he said to her.

Eventually Alicent apologised and even asked to hold Vhalarr. But Aemond who was still furious, promptly denied her request and demanded that she leave their chambers at once.

“I heard that Aemond threw her out of your chambers” whispered Rhaenyra, a small smile gracing her lips.

“Not literally, but yes, he demanded that she leave and not return until she accepted that children could inherit any of their parents physical attributes and hair colour does not necessarily mean what she thinks it does,” said Valaera.

“Oh, my sweet girl this is all my doing”.

“Mother?” muttered Valaera as she cautiously looked around the room.

“We did try, me and Laenor but I couldn’t get pregnant”.

“It’s ok mother truly. I understand” replied Valaera softly.

“My actions have cast a dark cloud over my children and I’m truly sorry for the insults you and your brother have to suffer”.

Valaera was grateful for her mother’s apology, but it was not required. As she got older, she understood that she had been placed in an awkward position, given her Alpha ‘fathers’ taste for others of the same designation. But it was also her duty as heir to the Iron Throne to produce heirs and secure her own succession. Mayhaps in hindsight her mother should have chosen someone with similar features to Laenor, but in the end she was grateful for Ser Harwin. She remembered the commander of the city watch and how he would gaze upon her mother when he thought no one was watching. She knew that Ser Harwin’s death hurt her mother, and it was cruel that she could not openly mourn the man she cared so deeply for.

“I love you mother, never doubt that” urged Valaera as she reached forward and took Rhaenyra’s hand.

“I love you too my sweet girl” replied Rhaenyra, her eyes shining with unshed tears as she stroked Vhalarr’s cheek.

“Besides, I have an Alpha to defend my honour now and he is perhaps the most ferocious Alpha in all of the realm” exclaimed Valaera.

“Hm, I think Daemon would argue against that,” laughed Rhaenyra.

“I’m sure he would” giggled Valaera as he rubbed Vaella’s back soothingly.

“You want to what?” asked Valaera stunned.

“Move to Driftmark. You are the future Lady of the Tides and I think it’s time we established our household there” replied Aemond.

“Are you sure?”

“It makes sense doesn’t it. I mean Vhalarr would benefit from being raised on Driftmark, considering he will inherit the Driftwood throne after you” said Aemond.

“Something is bothering you” mused Valaera.

“I’m fine. I just think it makes sense. Were married and you’ve had our pups. There’s no reason for us to continue staying in the Red Keep” shrugged Aemond.

“My brothers and Aegon is here. Not to mention our mothers”

“Driftmark is only a short trip on dragon back. We’re not going a million miles away. I just feel like we should look to the future” retorted Aemond, his scent souring at the mention of his mother.

“Does this have anything to do with what your mother and Ser Crispy-Criston said?”

Yes. Yes, it does.

“I don’t want to talk about that” snarled Aemond.

I don’t want my children subjected to idle castle gossip and looks of scorn. I don’t want my mate to be upset by falsehoods.

“Apologise Alpha” muttered Valaera as she lowered her head submissively.

“N-No Valaera. Don’t do that” exclaimed Aemond.

“I can’t help it. For the last two weeks, all I can scent is your anger. It unsettles and hurts me to know that something has bothered you, but you won’t tell me what it is” sniffed Valaera.

“I don’t want to burden you Issa prūmia” exclaimed Aemond (My heart).

“So, you would rather I suffer your anger instead?”

“I-I don’t want to upset you Issa dōna omega” sighed Aemond (My sweet omega).

“Y-You don’t believe them, do you?”

“Believe what? ābrazȳrys” asked Aemond, his heart pounding (Wife).

“That Vhalarr and Vaella aren’t your children and that I’ve had relations with another Alpha behind your back and I’m trying to dishonour with my bastards” replied Valaera her eyes shining with tears.

“No, Valaera. I do not believe any of that. I know our pups are mine. You need only look at them to see the truth of it” replied Aemond.

“B-But your mother, she was ok with Vaella but then she saw Vhalarr’s hair and-“ cried Valaera.

“Our children are twins. They have the same father. I mean seriously what is the issue? So, our son has brown hair, big deal. I hope our next pup has brown hair too” retorted Aemond.

“O-Our next pup?” gasped Valaera.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind having more pups with you” admitted Aemond shuffling his feet.

“Having them or making them? Because that is two very different things valzȳrys” (Husband).

“One leads to the other my sweet and I want all the pups you are willing to grant me. I’m sorry for my anger. I just don’t want you to get upset by what people are saying, especially when it’s not true” replied Aemond.

“We both know the truth and so does anyone who looks upon our children. Vhalarr is the very image of you and Vaella has your scowl for sure”.

“I do not scowl” huffed Aemond.

“Yes, you do. You’re doing it now,” laughed Valaera.

“I love you with all of my heart Laera. Never forget that” urged Aemond as he took hold of Valaera and kissed her.

“A-Aemond. I had a check-up with the Maester today and he’s declared that I am sufficiently healed from birthing our pups” muttered Valaera as she began undoing the buckles on Aemond’s leather jerkin.

“Are you sure?” asked Aemond.

Oh, please my sweet Omega. I need you. It’s been so long since I had you.

“Yes. Take me Alpha. I want to feel you inside me” gasped Valaera as she quickly pulled off the rest of her Alpha’s clothes.

The Alpha in Aemond roared in delight at his Omega’s haste.

Unable to wait any longer, Aemond hooked his hands under Valaera’s arms and tossed her on the bed.

Valaera squealed playfully as she bounced on the mattress.

“You’re entirely overdressed" growled Aemond, pouncing on his Omega.

Valaera squealed again, as Aemond quickly wrestled her out of her clothes.

Aemond then took hold of Valaera’s wrists and held them up over her head, lying on top of her.

Valaera arched up into him, pressing against Aemond’s naked body.

“So, you want to play" purred Aemond, before running his tongue along his Omega’s scent gland.

He felt Valaera shiver beneath him and smirked.

I want her panting, writhing and screaming my name.

Aemond descended on Valaera’s swollen lips, kissing her, while his hands roamed her naked body.

His fingers gently stroking his Omega’s milk swollen breasts.

Aemond released Valaera’s mouth and bent down to lick her nipples, he couldn’t contain his excitement as he went back and forth between Valaera’s wonderful tits that nourished their pups.

She tastes just like he thought she would. Delicious.

Valaera was arching and trying to rub herself against Aemond which he didn't allow.

Playing with her tits not only made Aemond very happy but was driving Valaera totally crazy.

After a few minutes, Valaera was writhing for him. Aemond slid further down her body, spreading her thighs further apart, so he could get a good look at his sought-after prize.

“Such a pretty cock sleeve" breathed Aemond as he ran the flat of his tongue up Valaera’s soaked slit, from bottom to the top, tasting her.

“Oh, my god” moaned Valaera her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“That’s it Issa dōna omega. Let me hear you” (My sweet omega)

YES! It feels so good. Don’t stop. Alpha. Please.

"Delicious" purred Aemond as he began lapping at Valaera, running his tongue along every fold.

"More" panted Valaera. "Please. I need more”.

Aemond inserted two fingers, sliding them in and out of her slick.

“Oh, fuck" whimpered Valaera; her chest heaving.

Valaera was giving off a slew of swear words, moans, and pleas. Aemond’s fingers were soaking wet as they continued to pump in and out of her tight heat.

I can’t wait to get my cock inside her. I don’t want to wait any longer.

Finally, he felt Valaera’s inner walls start to flutter around his fingers, squeezing them. Valaera’s back arched taut as a bow and she screamed her release.

Aemond pumped slowly and lapped at his Omega whilst she peaked. Soon her tense body went slack and pliant.

Aemond couldn't wait any longer. He surged up and ploughed his cock into Valaera’s soaked cunt.

"AEMOND!" shouted Valaera, her eyes popping open from her post-orgasm haze.

"Fuck, you feel so good" rasped Aemond.

He could stay here forever.

"Fuck me, Aemond" urged Valaera, her tone bordering on desperate as she thrust her hips upward to her Alpha’s.

Aemond chuckled and bit down lightly on a nipple, making Valaera moan and squirm.

He started to thrust slowly, trying to prolong the feel of his Omega squeezing his cock.

"Faster, Aemond" begged Valaera.

"Patience, Issa zaldrīzes" Aemond chided as he ran his nose up Valaera’s neck (My dragon).

“Yes, Aemond, just like that-" panted Valaera.

Her hands ran over his arms, over his shoulders, and down his back. Her nimble fingers mapping his back muscles and then went down to his arse and gripped him - pressing him into her harder.

“Fuck, Valaera" grunted Aemond, speeding up slightly.

"Fuck me, Aemond" whispered Valaera "Fuck me with that big, cock of yours. You feel so good inside me, filling me up. Give me what I need, Aemond. Make me scream, make me come. Give me your knot”.

Aemond knew exactly what Valaera was doing, but he couldn’t help himself.

Valaera wanted faster and he was going much faster now; so much for having the control in the situation. His pace had increased with every filthy word that dropped from his Omega’s luscious lips.

Now he was quickly thrusting in and out, shaking the bed, and rattling the headboard against the wall.

Valaera was meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Aemond! I'm going to come. Oh, fuck!" screamed Valaera; not caring if anyone could hear them.

Valaera always looked amazing when she peaked. Her head thrown back in pleasure, her brown eyes alive with lust, and her skin shining with sweat.

Valaera clamped down around Aemond’s cock so hard he couldn't move. That, combined with how glorious Valaera looked, pushed Aemond over the edge, his knot thick at the base of his cock.

“God. Valaera” groaned Aemond as he thrust his knot into Valaera and exploded.

It took a good while for Aemond to regain his senses.

Aemond was getting a headache listening to his mother’s hysterical shrieking.

Of course, Alicent did not take too kindly to the news that her favourite son was going to be leaving the Red Keep and moving permanently to Driftmark.

“Why do you have to go?”

“Because Valaera is my mate, and I am the future consort Lord. It is my duty” replied Aemond.

“No Aemond. I don’t want you to go”.

“Apologise mother but I wasn’t asking for your permission” said Aemond firmly.

“I am the Queen. I command you to remain in the Red Keep” exclaimed Alicent.

“I’ve already spoke to the King. He’s in agreement” muttered Aemond.

“Of course he is, anything to give that-“

“Careful your grace. Whilst indeed you are my mother, I will not suffer any insults towards my Omega” warned Aemond.

“She’s stealing you away from me” whined Alicent.

“You cannot steal something that goes willingly. Mother, please see reason. You knew that I would have to leave the Red Keep one day. I’m an Alpha I have to be with my Omega”.

“I’m losing my son and my grandchildren all at the same time” sniffed Alicent.

Pfft. She hasn’t even dared to cast more than a glance in Vhalarr’s direction since he’s been born.

“Vhalarr is Valaera’s heir. He needs to be raised on Driftmark. It’s for the best” replied Aemond, the Alpha inside him was growing tired of his mother’s attempts to sway him into staying in Kings Landing.

My mind is made up. This is for the best. I need to take my Omega and our pups away from those who would seek to cause trouble.

“Aemond-“

“Mother, enough. It is done. I’ll be leaving with Valaera and our pups on the morrow. Lord Corlys is expecting us” snapped Aemond.

“Must I lose another child to that place” whimpered Alicent.

“You haven’t lost anyone mother, stop being so dramatic. It was Helaena’s choice to be with her Alpha, just like it’s my choice to be with Valaera” muttered Aemond as he turned away from her and left the room.

My sweet sister did the right thing in leaving this god forsaken place. Now I must do the same.

Alicent had no choice but to admit defeat, she knew how stubborn and strong willed Aemond was and once his mind was set on something, it would not be changed.

Just like his insistence on marrying that bastard. No matter how much she raged and tried to sway her son, he would not be turned away from Rhaenyra’s Omega daughter.

Aemond was utterly besotted by that girl. Even after she took his eye.

It took many moons for her favourite son to recover from his injury. He would often spend hours abed crying in pain.

He suffered through multiple surgical procedures. Alicent could still remember his screams as the Maester sliced through his skin to remove his damaged eyelids. It took four guards to hold down her son until he’d passed out from the pain.

Sometimes Alicent would curse Viserys for protecting that bastard girl over his own true born son.

After Aemond had healed, he dedicated himself to his studies, working hard to learning history and philosophy. His proficiency in his mother tongue quickly surpassed that of his brother. He even took to training with the sword with such enthusiasm that he quickly became one of the best swordsmen in the realm.

Defeating countless opponents, her son would often be surrounded by eager young maidens all vying for his attention. But Aemond wasn’t interested.

He was consumed with thoughts of Valaera. Sometimes he would descend into epic fits of rage at the mere mention of her name.

But as time passed, Valaera had grown beautiful. Just like her mother and once her son caught the scent of the newly presented Omega, his rage had transformed into something else.

Something far more dangerous. Desire.

The Alpha inside Aemond had chosen the Omega inside Valaera and he would have her, no matter the cost.

Aegon had been mated to Jacaerys and despite some initial problems, the pair seemed to get on quite well.

Viserys of course was more than happy to grant Aemond’s request for the Omega’s hand.

Rhaenyra had seemed resistant to the match at first, but then begrudgingly submitted to her father’s demand. Daemon strangely enough seemed rather happy with the prospect of Aemond marrying Valaera.

It was only her loyal protector Ser Criston that was as equally appalled by such a match, and now even he had been spurned by Aemond in favour of his Omega.

Nothing could be done to turn Aemond away. Perhaps it was time to just accept it. As voicing her dislike of the Omega would only serve to push Aemond further away.

“Your absolutely sure there is nothing I can do to cheer you up” mused Valaera.

“Valaera my sweet, there is nothing you can do to improve my mood”.

“Are you certain?” teased Valaera smirking.

Before Aemond could say anything, Valaera sank down to hers knees and was undoing the laces of his breeches.

Is she going to do what I think she is?

Aemond’s breeches were quickly pulled down, and Valaera freed his Alpha’s cock from the confines of his small clothes.

Aemond stared down at his naughty little Omega, his mouth hanging open as Valaera lightly ran her fingers over him.

Oh, you tease. My sweet Valaera. My Love.

Next thing he knew, Valaera’s warm, wet mouth was wrapped around the head of his cock.

Valaera’s tongue ran around the tip - tracing the ridges and licking off that drops of pre-cum that had started to leak out.

"Fuck, Valaera!" groaned Aemond as he threaded his fingers through his Omega’s dark curls.

Valaera ran the flat of her tongue along his Alpha’s length, tracing the veins.

Aemond’s knees almost buckled when he sucked his stones into her mouth, one at a time.

When Valaera engulfed Aemond’s cock in her mouth, he squeezed his eyes shut.

Valaera was driving him crazy.

I want to watch. I need to see.

Aemond forced himself to open his eyes, he had to watch his precious Omega sucking his cock.

Aemond knew it would push him too far to control, but he did not care. He just had to watch his cock disappear into Valaera’s mouth and see it come back out, shining with her spit.

“I'm not going to last" Aemond admitted, though it pained him to do so.

He had to come. His knot was pulsing. It felt so good.

Valaera responded to his statement by relaxing the back of her throat, and swallowing him all the way down, her hand cupping his stones.

"Shit Valaera! I'm going to come. Oh, fuck, I'm coming!" shouted Aemond as he exploded.

His sweet Omega took every last drop, swallowing his seed and licked him clean.

When he recovered, Aemond saw Valaera’s self-satisfied smile.

“How’s your mood now?” asked Valaera.

“Vastly improved” exclaimed Aemond as he helped his Omega to her feet and reached down to quickly pull up his small clothes and breeches.

“Don’t worry Alpha, you can please me later. Until then I’ll stay nice and wet for you” exclaimed Valaera as she left the stunned Alpha standing in the middle of their chambers.

H-How am I supposed to function now she’s said that? That teasing little-

Aemond shook his head and then chased after Valaera.

No. I don’t want to wait. I want to have her now.

“Not so fast Issa dōna” roared Aemond as he caught up to his giggling Omega and slammed her against the wall. (My sweet).

“A-Aemond” squeaked Valaera in mild surprise.

“Did you really think, you could just say something like that to me and get away with it?”

Oh, she was in for it now.

“No. I’m going to drag you back to our chambers and have you”.

Yes. Alpha. Take me. I don’t want to wait.

“Or I might just have you right here” whispered Aemond as he pulled Valaera into an alcove and turned her around.

“W-What?” gasped Valaera.

“Place your hands on the wall my love and bend over” muttered Aemond.

“Anyone could see us”.

“Best be quite then ābrazȳrys” exclaimed Aemond (Wife).

This is what I get for teasing him. I should feel ashamed. I should stop this. But I don’t want too. Oh, how I love you, Alpha. Do it. Please fuck me.

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond x oc #hotd fanfic #aemond fanfiction #aemond fic #hotd aemond #aemond x original female character #hotd smut #hotd fic #aemond #prince aemond #aemond smut #aemond one eye #alpha omega #criston cole #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen

[atreeinthemoonlight]

What if Rhaenyra walked into Rhaenys's chamber one evening because her lovely gay husband couldn't give her heirs?And Rhaenys was more than willing to help,she was desperate to bring her and her father's bloodline back to The Iron Throne.

#house of the dragon #rhaenys targaryen #hotd #game of thrones #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenys x rhaenyra #fire and blood #rhaenys targaryen x rhaenyra targaryen #two queens #rhaenys the queen who never was #the queen who never was #eve best #emma darcy #a/b/o #rhaenys alpha #rhaenyra Omega #alpha omega

[alienoryva]

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN MODERN AU💸

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This is what I imagine if Rhaenyra lived in modern times—

#asoiaf #house of the dragon #house targaryen #game of thrones #fireandblood #targaryen #asoiafwomensource #george rr martin #rhaenyra targeryan #rhaenyra targaryen #queen rhaenyra #halfyearsqueen #aegon iii targaryen #viserys ii targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #joffrey velaryon #daemon targeryan #viserys i targaryen #princess visenya targaryen #rhaenyra modern times #the realms delight #birkin #birkin mom #alpha woman #star girl #classy

[captain039]

PART 3 Silent dragon

Alpha Daemon x Targaryen!reader

Warnings: ABO, HOTD things, uncle/niece incest, age gap, swearing, smut, tension, explicit things, reader can’t have kids, SPOILERS, I live for soft Daemon

Not actually his niece or Targaryen.

Your dragon will be sister to Syrax except she will be black than gold. Named Banti which means night. The Black Banti

This will mean High Valyrian.

It was dinner time at the keep, you were playing with your food more than eating it. You were pushing your peas around while others talked, Lucerys laughing at something you missed. You glanced to your sister who smiled at her boys, she loved them more than anything.

“If you’ll excuse me” you said disturbing the chatter. You left without touching any food and went to your room. You sighed sitting on the couch by the fire. You frowned when a soft knock came.

“Who is it?” You asked.

“Lucerys Aunty” you frowned as the boy slowly walked in. You sat up facing him as he looked at the floor.

“Are you well nephew?” You asked and he nodded quickly.

“Yes! I wanted- I wanted to make sure you were alright” he said his cheeks slightly flushed. Your heart warmed and you chuckled softly beckoning him over. You hugged him tightly as he sat down by you.

“Thank you little dragon” you said softly.

“You haven’t been eating properly at dinners and mother days you’re always distant” he spoke looking at you.

“I’m sorry I made you worry, your aunties just dealing with things she doesn’t really understand herself” you said sadly.

To be honest you didn’t understand the situation with Daemon, he kept busy with whatever a prince does and you pondered on uanessacry things.

“With Daemon?” He asked and you froze a little.

“Nothing gets past you” you chuckled and he smiled.

“Mother says it’s because he’s your mate” you were the one to flush now and gulp. He was so young but so smart.

“Yes” you confirmed.

“What is there that confuses you?” He asked frowning and you struggled with words.

“I’m not used to, I don’t know-“ you sighed.

“It’s difficult to explain” you finished.

“What is difficult? He is your one is he not? Mother says I’m not old enough yet to find mind but I hope it is my betrothed” he smiled softly and you hugged him again.

“You’re too special” you whispered kissing his head. You frowned when the door creaked, you saw your sister there smiling.

“Did you cheer her up?” She asked her son and he looked to you.

“He did” you said and he smiled.

“Good” she grinned coming to sit down on your other side.

“You raised a fine young man” you complimented.

“Run along” she chuckled and Lucerys left.

“Though I do believe you over share” you stated and she grinned.

“I wanted them to be open with things, I hope it makes them better men” she said smiling.

“It has” you agreed.

“But in seriousness sister, you’re worrying me” she said holding your hand and you sighed.

“I don’t know what to do about Daemon” you muttered.

“How do you-“ you shrugged and huffed.

“I wish to help but I don’t understand what’s going on” she sighed.

“I don’t either!” You sagged.

“I don’t know why I keep avoiding it and making up silly things to avoid it! Why does it seem so bad” you fiddled with your fingers and sighed.

“Just do what feels right” she offered.

The next few days you were busy around the castle, talking about plans for the present and future, you’d almost forgotten about your issue if it weren’t for Daemon being there at every meeting and dinner. After Aemond took Vhagar it was tense in the castle. Nobody really talked about it, unsure if the boy was simply getting a dragon, or war was ahead. You were in the tub, sighing slightly at the warmth. You were rather exhausted from all the running around of the last few days. You closed your eyes and sank a little more in the water mind drifting. A knock suddenly came and you jolted hearing a maid. You told them to come in and they held a towel up as you got out, covering yourself the best you could. You grabbed the towel and began to dry yourself before taking your robe and wrapping it around yourself. You sighed feeling more exhausted and warm.

“Is the fire lit in my room?” You asked and the maid nodded.

“Ok” you said going to your room with her following. You sat down and she began to brush your hair while you avoided looking at yourself in the mirror. Your stomach began to ache a little and you wondered if any of the food or wine you had was bad.

“Was any of the food or wine bad?” You asked and your maid frowned.

“Like off” you added and she looked stunned but shook her head.

“Of course not was it not to your liking my princess?” She asked and you shook your head.

“No I’m just, feeling warm and my stomach aches a bit” you shrugged and she faltered in brushing your hair.

“What is it?” You asked.

“When was your last heat my princess?” She asked and you froze.

“Months ago, I couldn’t have the tea because of my wound-“ you began to panic a little as she finished your hair.

“Shall I get supply’s?” She asked and you nodded quickly. She rushed out the door and you frowned as she spoke.

“Prince Daemon” she bowed and hurried away. You gulped a bit hugging your stomach as he knocked.

“Are you alright?” He asked and you backed away a bit making him frown.

“Perfectly” you stated bumping into your lounge chair.

“I can sense it too” he spoke not going past your doorway. You shuddered a bit as his eyes darkened.

“It’s fine” you muttered more to yourself, it wouldn’t be in full swing till a day maybe, you don’t know, too busy worrying about it happening.

“Omega” Daemon called and you shuddered again shaking your head.

“Please” he spoke in common tongue.

“No! I can do this just fine on my own I’ve done it before” you nodded going to the wardrobe.

“Towels, blankets- things-“ you stuttered over words as you rummaged through clothes. Hands grabbed your wrists as a warm body pressed against your back. Your whole body went like jelly as you hung your head and let your hands fall to your sides. You cried softly, feeling Daemon lean his head against yours and move his arms around your stomach securely. You heard footsteps approaching and assumed it was your maid who gasped softly but, dropped the supply’s, closed the door and left. You felt soft kissed along your shoulder making you tilt your neck as he continued towards it. You relaxed in his hold, eyes closed and slowly calming your breathing.

“I will leave if you say” he spoke softly and you shook your head giving in. You turned in his hold and leant up to rest your head by his neck. He leant down more so you could fully press your nose by his scent gland. You sighed arms tight around his neck while his arms were around your waist.

“I’m sorry” you whispered.

“What for?” He asked.

“Everything” you muttered pulling back. He smiled softly resting his forehead against yours.

“You do things differently to most women” he teased and you slapped his chest, huffing as you lifted your head.

“Doesn’t mean i won’t wait a hundred years for you to be ready” he added softly.

“I would wait to wed you, but you’re going to need me” he whispered.

Notes: Sorry if forgot to tag people I don’t remember anyone asking.

I’m trying to finish unfinished stories 😭 so hopefully I can finish this

Currently struggling with existing lol.

#daemon targaryen x reader #daemon x reader #aob #x reader #alpha daemon #HOTD #Lucerys #rhaenyra targaryen

[misstressviole]

To the person who wrote the rhaenicent omegaverse fic where it's Nyra giving birth to Joffrey but the difference is that she's an omega and Alicent is the Alpha father- I want you to know- that, as a stone top Nyra truther, you left me speechless

#alicent hightower #rhaenicent #hotd #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra x alicent #omegaverse #lesbian omegaverse #alpha alicent hightower #cant believe im using this tag #i always tag her a bottom #omega rhaenyra targaryen

[howyouloveyourdragon]

𝕺𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖗

𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖓𝖞𝖗𝖆 𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓 𝖝 𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖋-𝖘𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱

only fair masterlist

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖎

𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔰 : 𝔰𝔥𝔢/𝔥𝔢𝔯 ( 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 , 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔱 , 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔫𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔶 ) ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ : ²⁴⁰⁴

(𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱 𝔫𝔶𝔯𝔞 𝔟𝔞𝔠к 𝔞𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔡)

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐒 𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 throughout the night as Rhaenyra joined you in your giggling. She didn't hold back as she made one jest after another. She couldn't help it when you looked so pretty and joyful. Your match wasn't made for lust and nor was it made for power, a trailing blaze warmed her as much as Syrax as she took your left hand in her own. She tried to look at you but one glance and she was gone again. Viserys watched his children, he watched as their eyes crinkled from joy and their teeth sparkled in the candlelight. For once he watched his Y/n appreciatively. He knew he wasn't the father she wished she had but it pleased him to see her happy. Alicent from beside him didn't appear so pleased as she stirred her goblet and stewed in her misery. She wouldn't let them out of her sight for a second. A lump lodged in her throat at the idea of her daughter riding Syrax, of being happy without her. Alicent's eyes glared as she tried to cast her mind to other things but the question still remained. Would Rhaenyra turn you against her? Alicent barely left you out of her sight for fear you would be stolen from her again. Truly how deep did Rhaenyra's hatred for her stem, surely this wasn't a ploy to hurt her even further... Her throat constricted and she choked once she spotted Rhaenyra's shoulder bump against yours. She tried to simmer as her husband crept his hand across to hold her firm. When he turned to her he smiled warmly and ever the obedient wife she returned it though not without her own nerves clearly present in her clenched face. Always the clever fool, Viserys ignored it and instead toasted to his sweet children's union.

She watched as Rhaenyra's face softened and as tough a candle had blown out so did her wonder. She had done this for her father's approval. Of course she had. She had taken everything and she would continue to take everything until Alicent lay on her deathbed. She stole her son's eye, she stole her daughter, she was now commenting on a possible union between Jacaerys and Helaena, stealing her other daughter in the process, she would take the throne...This was surely not about petty rivalry but an unadulterated desire to inflict a worse pain on her than she gave. It was only when Y/n raised her glass and smiled at her so fondly that her thoughts ceased. "I want to thank my mother," she said. Alicent's heart fuzzed at the sound, her head raised in surprise. She dropped her lower lip as she watched. She watched as Rhaenyra grasped her daughter's hand and squeezed in encouragement. She watched as the same warm smile Rhaenyra had sent herself in their youth to Y/n instead. She watched as they gripped and flirted with one another all night and day. Alicent watched. The light had finally found purchase once more in Rhaenyra's smile. "for she has given me love, warmth and prosperity." Alicent had nearly forgotten her Y/n was speaking she was so entranced in her face. It was kind and innocent and she wanted to hide it from the world, to protect her. "The miracle was not my birth as she claims." Y/n chuckled, Alicent joined her, dipping her head as the laughter left her. "it is the ongoing in her smile, how she doesn't understand but tries to." Y/n lip wobbled and soon Alicent's eyes pricked and her throat was engulfed in her own hand. Y/n took a deep breath. "The day has come where I must split my heart but I have every intention of half with you. I love you, mother." She paused before raising Rhaenyra to stand beside her, both of them giddy with excitement. The spell broke as Alicent's eyes drew to the hand her former-friend was now cupping your stomach with. A stomach she had not noticed had swollen. No...no...

Her eyes lifted in shock and despair as your smiling face lit up with glee. "We hope your love can expand a little wider." You laughed happily. She would never grow sick of the sound but she would at the meaning behind it. A wrench in her gut twisted as wickedly as Rhaenyra grin. "We are expecting another mouth to feed soon so we hope your hospitality is not conditional." The heir gleamed around the table as cheers and congratulations were spread amongst the room.

You beamed as your wife pressed you against her like a clingy bear and doted on you throughout the night but it didn't stop the intensity of your mother's prying eyes. The stare of betrayal wrestled itself inside her eyes and you were not so blind as your father as to be able to ignore it. But rather than argue with your mother you founnd yourself smiling in Rhaenyra's arms. Her elated heart pounded against you as though devoting her love for you and you relished in it. Your eyes closed as she soothed your head back. Her children had welcomed you and persisted their kindnesses to you throughout the year of your marriage and you couldn't love them more dearly if you tried. Jace took it upon himself to beam at you and talk excitedly about dragon eggs and Valyrian names and so you listened even though your weary eyes struggled to reopen themselves. Rhaenyra's warm and gentle kiss pressed against you lovingly, winding arms tugging you even closer. Viserys struggled to stand but did so nonetheless, a familiar smile of approval permeating. Your father was not the best of men but he cared for you, you knew that. He wanted you happy and that was enough as he led the chorusing well-wishes. Rhaenyra's hand lay soft against your bump and rubbed gently. Gone were her teasing smirks and brass nature, it had long since been replaced with longing glances and protective cups of your cheeks. The warmth of the dragon permeated like a waft of hope as your heart swelled at the sights around you, even Aemond offered a awkward smile from beneath his hard stare. You couldn't lie and say it hadn't been rough for your relationship with your brother. For as long as you could remember you were promising him a life of grandeur and he denounced so fervently and yet when you married Rhaenyra and he saw you jovial beside Lucerys who practically begged like a sweet dog for your approval, a strain has formed. Perhaps seeing your success in such a future might just help him...Okay maybe not but he was on the right track as he stood and whispered something in your mother's fretful ear.

As the Queen's brow became gentle you knew where his loyalties lay and with it came a release of pressure from your chest. He approached you with caution, glancing at Lucerys as he stepped closer. Aemond hesitated before he outstretched his hand to you. "May I request a dance, dear sister?" He asked respectfully and before you could answer, your wife lifted you from your chair and carefully wrapped your hand in his. As you glanced back at her, Rhaenyra's expression stood prideful and tender. You looked to your brother's hopeful face and nodded. "I would love to." You announced playfully. He snickered as he grinned. Rhaenyra's arm carefully unweaved itself from your waist. She nodded in encouragement and made her own feet pad toward Alicent. Aemond finally returned your smiling gaze and hummed. "I have to say," He murmured. "I had expected you to at least have children after I." You reeled back in mock offence and leant back as he took cautious movements as you danced around the room. From the corner you could spot Jacaerys requesting a dance from Helaena. "I am more sensible than the rest of you!" You disputed light-heartedly. Aemond beamed for the first time in far too long and reminded you of the hardship he had undertaken. The responsibilities he had taken in Aegon's stead. The guilt gnawed at you. Somewhere along the lines your steps slowed and the warmth between you felt more natural. "I'm sorry for leaving." You said. His eye traced the walls to avoid your patient face. Aemond shook his head. "You didn't choose to." He deterred. You sighed and watched your feet. "I also didn't stop it. Aegon is..." You sighed as you searched for the words. "Difficult?" Aemond suggested slowly. You both looked at one another and shared the same burdened smile. "Difficult." You agreed. "But you deserved a childhood as long as you were allowed one and I fear–" He groaned. "Please don't say you–" "Took it from you." You finished firmly. Your motions stopped and so did his. You hand hesitated as it rest against his face. "I'm your big sister, I'm supposed to look after you." Aemond sighed and cast his eye across the room until settling back on your own ones. "You are also a woman, I am a second-born son and should have been first for that I have both privileges and shortcomings but above all I wouldn't replace any of it." You could just make out the water starting to wet his eye. He shook his head and tried to blink them away. "Not if it meant staying your blood and I do not care who else your child shares it with. I will care for it as I care for you." A playful scoff left you. "'it' now is it?" "You said that when Daeron was born!" "I was only eight summers old!" "Your defence?" A harmony sounded in the joy of his laugh, something not heard in years. The peace had finally settled in his smile. "I'll miss you." You told him quietly. He nodded. "I know."

Rhaenyra wore a soft gaze when she looked at Alicent and hesitantly took a seat beside her. It was the first time that she shared that gentle smile with her in too long. Alicent didn't look at her as she leant her head against her hands. "I hope you're pleased, princess." Viserys had since left to speak and dance with Helaena. "You are winning." A frown graced across Rhaenyra's brow. "I do not wish to win, there is no fight." She uttered. Alicent scoffed and looked away. A trigger dropped across Rhaenyra's eyes, they fell to scour over her once-love's face. "There is always a fight." Alicent spat bitterly. "Only if you are searching for a war." Rhaenyra sighed in frustration. Her posture dropped against the chair, her sour mood unhidden. The tiniest ebb of guilt bit at the Queen. When the Targaryen looked at Alicent again she reached to grasp her hand. Alicent's face snapped so their eyes could meet and at the sight her hard gaze began to ease. "Your daughter loves you, she does not even care for what father thought, only you." Alicent's squeezed outside of her own volition but it brought a smile to Rhaenyra's face nonetheless. "She holds you dear to her heart and so do I." Alicent's heart clenched in the princess' grasp, the one it had never quite left. Her eyes lowered to their incriminating hands. "I only want her to be happy." Alicent breathed quietly, tears pricking at her. Rhaenyra's smile returned and suddenly they were children again sneaking through the castle and hiding lemon cakes in their pockets, giggling over the next gossip or another. Finally they mourned the life together they lost. Their eyes connected in a way only a Hightower and Targaryen could love. And eventually Alicent nodded and brought Rhaenyra's hand to her lips to lay upon her knuckles the sweetest of kisses. "You will." She assured. They sat in sweet silence until Alicent's chair scraped against the wooden floor. She left the remnants of her first love and with it cemented her support in her child's union.

Alicent's smile was pleasant when she finally reached her dear daughter. She tapped a deft finger upon your shoulder, successfully stealing your attention. It was surprise that painted your face when you saw her but it didn't halt you from accepting the dance she requested. Together your hands met and bodies welcomed one another. "I wish to give you something, sweet girl." Your mother said, pulling back and holding your hands. Your nerves spiked but calmed at her mellow expression. Alicent hesitated and for a moment you worried she would inquire of the same question she asked of you at your wedding, whether you wished to flee. Instead, she squeezed your hands as though she could read your thoughts for the first time and eased you. "There is a necklace I wore when your wife was named heir, it is golden and I know would suit you greatly." Alicent's breath shallowed and she looked down before rejoining your stare. "I know it would suit you far more than it ever did me." A throb settled in your heart. "It is only fair you are allowed the choices I was too scared of, my brave girl." She raised her hand to press gently on your cheek, patting the soft flesh. She leant her lips to press against your forehead and lingered before bringing you into a tight embrace. The safety of a mother's affection remained yours. "You always come first, child."

Taglist: @evattude

There will likely come more parts to this so if you want to be added to the taglist let me know below!

#yandere rhaenyra targaryen #yandere rhaenyra targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #yandere rhaenyra x half-sister #alpha rhaenyra x omega reader #alpha rhaenyra #rhaenyra x half-sister #rhaenyra targaryen x half-sister #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd fanfic #hotd fic #hotd #house of the dragon fic #house of the dragon #hotd imagine #rhaenyra targaryen imagine #rhaenyra #rhaenyra imagine #rhaenyra x reader #platonic alicent

[joyfulladywarrior]

Dark Rhaenyra and Visenya ABO au. There will be a lot of time skips.

In this au, Aemma gave birth to Visenya two years after giving birth to Rhaenyra. Also she gave birth to more children who mysteriously (cough*otto*cough) died when they were babies. Rhaenyra and Visenya were the only daughters she had. Still Viserys still wanted his heir so they kept trying. The same thing happened and Viserys agreed to have Aemma cut open for the baby and baby Baelon dies.

Aemma's death triggered Rhaenyra to present as an alpha which was considered an abomination according to the seven which Alicent used as an excuse to cover her visiting Viserys at night and not helping Rhaenyra with her grief. Alicent was Rhaenyra's first love so now Rhaenyra was grieving her mother, brother, and her first love with only Visenya for company.

Visenya grows resentful at the people of Westeros who call Rhaenyra an abomination and at her father who is doing nothing to stop them. When Rhaenyra was named heir, Visenya knew that Viserys just didn't want Daemon on the throne and she vowed to play the game of thrones right to keep her sister heir. After Viserys decided to marry Alicent, Rhaenyra felt betrayed and Visenya took this chance to make sure Rhaenyra understands that the hightowers are dangerous (also Visenya was developing feelings but this will come later). They both started to use the same weapons the hightowers use. They would appeal to Viserys' weakness and tell him what he wants to hear but at the same time give him ideas and make them seem like he thought of them. They made sure to hire a lot of ladies in waiting from almost every house in Westeros with age appropriate girls. They used the girls to spread rumors about Alicent (come on she was Rhaenyra's servant and she becomes a queen. no one found that sketchy?). Mostly how she whored herself to the king before they got married (almost what really happened). They also made sure to spread rumors about how Aemma was cut open but those were quieter than Alicent's rumors. Otto was starting to get worried and restless about this situation and he started to fall out of favor with a lot of houses even after Aegon was born. He had thought that Rhaenyra was easier to control compared to Daemon and she didn't make anything easy for him.

At Aegon's second nameday, the queen was attacked and almost killed. All the witnesses and the hired assassins were paid to point at Visenya. Otto had hoped that if he got rid of Visenya, he could cripple Rhaenyra's growing power. Viserys was furious that his daughter tried to kill his wife and hadn't listened to anyone who tried to defend Visenya. He decided to exile Visenya outside of Westeros. What he didn't count on was Rhaenyra taking her sister's side. Viserys gave Rhaenyra an ultimatum; either she goes with her sister to exile and give up her crown or she agrees with his decree and stay his heir. In a move that surprised everyone (only surprised Viserys really), Rhaenyra decided to leave Westeros with Visenya.

Rhaenyra and Visenya leave with Syrax and Cannibal (the reason why Viserys thought that Visenya did try to kill Alicent. everyone is scared of the type of person who can tame the wild dragon). They married in the tradition of house Targaryen and started building an empire that rivals Westeros in trade and reputation. They also had 7 children (including the Velaryon boys but with different hair and eye color).

When Daemon heard about the new Valyrian empire that is being built, he and Laena discussed the possibility of moving there because while they had each other and the girls, a Targeryan can't survive alone in this world.

I'm running out of ideas at this point but Viserys will realize at the end that Visenya was innocent and that the Hightowers can't be trusted. Also, I'm a huge Lucemond fan but for this story Luke will end with a one of the men of his harem.

#alpha/beta/omega verse #badass rhaenyra #queen rhaenyra #rhaenyra targaryen #visenya targaryen #queen visenya #daemon targeryan #laena targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #lucerys velaryon #joffrey velaryon #new targ empire

[dreamymoonpearl]

a/b/o

Where O!Laena finds out that she is with child, the maester have just confirmed it, and she can only think about how A!Rhaenyra may not like the news very much...because she is still afraid of losing her beloved like she lost her mother, Aemma. All that remains is to pray to their gods that her alpha don’t have an attack upon learning of the new life that is growing in her womb, even more when Rhaenyra was very careful not to leave her with child. What she should tell her? Or, she will notice?

#laenyra #rhaenyra targaryen #laena velaryon #omega Laena #alpha Rhaenyra #omegaverse

[green-ajah-aes-sedai]

Alpha!Rhaenyra x Omega!Visenya

For @nyrathecruel

#rhaenyra targaryen #visenya targaryen #rhaenyra x visenya #visenya x rhaenyra #visnyra #rhaenyra x oc #other peoples ocs #au edits #au edit #other peoples aus #house targaryen #alpha #omega #abo #alpha!rhaenyra #omega!visenya #alpha x omega #requests #hotd edit #hotd moodboard #hotd aesthetic #got moodboard #got edit #got aesthetic #asoiaf moodboard #asoiaf aesthetic #asoiaf edit #my edits #nyrathecruel

[anamazingangie]

not for long by AmazingAngie

Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

E / 2k / complete

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles, Breeding, Size Kink, Make it Fit

Summary:

No one would be able to argue that the princess was anything less than delighted on her wedding day. She was all bloodstained smiles and pretty blonde hair, and Daemon wouldn’t have her any other way.

But she was still young. And so, the union would remain unconsummated until Rhaenyra’s first heat. 

He didn’t think it would be long before the fever took her. Leaving her flushed and writhing and wanting, in a way that only he could sate her. For he was her husband now, and one day soon he would mate her. 

~~~

It had been well over a decade since the first time Daemon Targaryen held his niece, but he still had the same thoughts twist through his head when he saw her. 

The first was that she was beautiful. 

The second was that he would die for her. 

In his mind, there were no two things that could be more true. And so when she reached her thirteenth year, Daemon did not hesitate to enter the tournament for her hand. The council objected—as did his brother, Viserys. Daemon was his heir, next in line for the throne, and to risk his life for a princess…

Ill advised was the kindest way it was described to him. But Daemon could not be swayed. He was a man who knew what he wanted, and he wanted her. 

If he said as much to his brother, he’d laugh, because Daemon certainly had Rhaenyra’s attention and affection. The girl adored him, turning to him when he entered a room and gaze rarely breaking from his handsome face. Daemon preened under her praise in a way he wasn’t entirely proud of, finding the girl’s fondness to be charming in a way no others was. 

But still, Daemon desired more.  

He wanted to have her fully. 

He wanted her to be his mate. 

So he’d enter the tournament. He’d wear his armor, wield the dark sister, injure and kill as many men as it took until he was the only one left standing. Until he had proved he was the only one worthy of her .

His blade was still dripping another man’s blood when he first looked up at his niece, who was clapping and smiling—even grinning in satisfaction at the fact he had defeated his opponent. That smile was motivation enough to carry him through each bracket, finding it impossible to grow weary when he knew she wanted him to win. 

When he did—blade coming down heavy on the helmet of a young knight, leaving little but splintered steel and brain matter behind—he heard her cheering more loudly than the rest. He caught her gaze, entirely uncaring of the blood staining his boots as the knight bled beneath him. When smiled back at his niece, everything else seemed to fade away. 

…. 

It was not the last blood he saw that day. For in the tradition of their house, and the tournament, it was also the victor's wedding day. Rhaenyra was brave, when the glass split open her smile—and she was confident, when she lifted it to his own lips. There was no hesitancy in how she pressed her thumb to his forehead. Just as there was only eagerness when she drank from the goblet that represented their union. No, no one would be able to argue that the princess was anything less than delighted on her wedding day. She was all bloodstained smiles and pretty blonde hair, and he wouldn’t have her any other way. 

The union would remain unconsummated until Rhaenyra’s first heat, of course. She would wear a ring marking their union until then. Until she was old enough to be marked with his teeth. He swallowed back the saliva that pooled in his mouth at the thought. Her wedding robes were low on her neck, exposing the smooth column of it. 

Not for long, he thought, hiding his desire behind a gulp of wine. 

It could be years. When times were hard, and food was scarce, it was not uncommon for a woman to wait until her twentieth year to see her first heat. An unlucky few had waited even longer. But Daemon thought it would be soon. Because when he was near his niece he could already feel a warmth, a thrumming between them. A sign of their compatibility, of how they were meant to burn together. 

He didn’t think it would be long, before the fever took her. Leaving her flushed and writhing and wanting, in a way that only he could sate her. For he was her husband now, and one day soon he would mate her. 

…

He was right, it didn’t take long.

…

It was a maid that woke him. Nervously shifting on her feet as she told him it was, “ Starting.” He tried not to grin—tried not to get too excited. False alarms weren’t unheard of, but this maid knew his niece—his wife, well. 

He knew his niece well, too, and he was unsurprised by the news. She had been especially affectionate the previous day, nuzzling into his side and very tactile. He had assumed it spoke to a newfound comfort with him, building since they had wed. But if it was more than that…

He was quick to throw on a robe, suddenly eager to get to her chambers. 

…

It was obvious as he approached, the scent growing thicker and sweeter the closer he got to her doors. Gods, she smelled amazing. She always had—a light, pleasant scent, like spring that was so undeniably Rhaenyra. But this? Gods, it was heady, like a heavy blanket cocooning him in all that was his niece. 

He shivered, as the arousal poured over him. He was starting to feel desperate, and he couldn’t imagine the state Rhaenyra was in. 

He found out soon after, entering her rooms only to find the flushed slip of a girl, writhing naked in her sheets. He cursed, she was already so far gone—it must have come on fast. But there was no time for romance now, though he tried. But she batted his hands away when he went to touch her, and when he tried to kiss her she just cried and looked away. 

She didn’t know what she wanted, what she needed, but he did. She had to be bred. 

He turned her onto her stomach, knowing this would be more comfortable for her. He belatedly wished he had restraints for her—the practice of using them having gone out of fashion years ago, but the value of them was undeniable. An omega’s body was meant to take the cock of an alpha, but that didn’t mean it was easy. She was so little under him, so petite, he couldn’t help but worry that his length would break her. And he could blame her for trying to escape it, at first.

He wouldn’t let her, of course. She was his wife, she was his mate, if he broke her it would be his job to put her back together, just as it was his job to fuck her. 

It was with that thought that he spread her folds—she was writhing beneath him, making it tricky. She was so uneasy, so inpatient, but also so wet—slick pouring down her pretty thighs. Two fingers went in easily, followed by a third, but it couldn’t compare to his girth. And her body knew it, she kicked, unsatisfied by the poor replacement for his length and craving more. 

He would give it to her, he thought, shrugging off his robe and guiding his cock into her. 

He moaned as the head stretched her folds—it was perverse, how the delicate skin clung to his cock. It didn’t seem possible for the rest to fit, when she was already warped like this. But he knew she was meant for this, so he pressed deeper—hands firm on her hips as she tried to curl her body away from him. He wouldn’t allow that, instead forcing her body back against his length. 

He was sympathetic, really, he knew it had to be uncomfortable, even with how much her cunt dribbled. But this was his duty to her, and she would feel better after. So he persevered, little thrusts as his length went deeper. 

…

Rhaenyra wasn’t sure what to think—she’d felt funny that day, and then feverish. And then everything felt hot, like she was burning. She craved something, ached for it, in a way that was unfamiliar to her but not unnatural. She wasn’t sure how long she was in that state, writhing and sweating in her bed sheets. 

But eventually, Daemon came. He kissed her, pressing his lips but she tried to push him away, the heat of his palms on her feeling wrong, but still finding herself desperate for something. 

That was when he’d pressed her onto her stomach and curled a finger into her. But that wasn’t enough, either, and she was sobbing and begging and then finally there was the press of his cock inside her. 

A part of her knew this was what she wanted. What she needed. But she couldn’t help writhing, trying to pull away, the appendage feeling too big, and too much, even as just the head pressed into her. But Daemon was unforgiving, pulling her back against him as he fed her his length. 

He hushed her, stroking her hair and back as he went deeper. She could hear the squelch of slick as he pressed into her, and felt it drool down her thighs. Her body’s version of syrup, the quantity of sweet slippery fluid created was dependent on what was needed to be able to take her alpha’s cock. 

She didn’t know much about them–cocks–she hadn't even seen one, but Daemon’s felt impossibly large. She felt stuffed full already, sniffling into her pillow and shifting  as he tried to pry her further open, trying to get in deeper. She wasn’t sure there was space for him, but he was stubborn—determined as he thrusted, but even that wasn’t enough. 

“I’m sorry princess,” He said, before pressing gently on her shoulders—curving her spine, and bringing his hips closer to hers. “This might hurt sweetheart,” he warned before thrusting with all his weight behind it. 

She nearly screamed, the noise coming out as more of a high pitched gasp. It hurt, and it should have felt wrong, because it was so big,  but it was so right. This is what she needed, this is what her body was made for and the omega part of her preened at accomplishing the task that was taking her alphas cock.  

She was stretched so tight around his length that she couldn’t move, but she felt herself calm slightly—knowing that if she had taken it once, she could take it again. And she did, when he started thrusting, holding her hips to the bed as he repeatedly invaded  her cunt. 

His grip was too strong for her to break, but her body tried anyway—writhing against the length that was his cock, the feeling of it so different and all consuming that she couldn’t help but try to fight it. But gods, her body craved it, her cunt loved it—it felt so warm inside of her, making heat pool in her gut. 

The more he entered her, the more the warmth seemed to spread—the more the heat of it intensified, until it felt like she was burning. It was leaking out of her, dribbling around her thighs, slick intensifying to ease the path of his cock as it fucked her. And it was hitting something now, nudging something inside her with its head that was good. 

When he pulled out she found herself desperate for his return, wanting the tip to press deeper into her. Craving more of the cock she could barely fit inside her. She was asking for more, and Daemon was trying to give it to her—his hips working brutally against her own, as his breath grew more labored. 

He was lapping at her neck, and she couldn’t tell whether she was wet with sweat or spit, but she wanted it, whatever it was. Wanted to be drenched in him and the evidence of… this. She had no idea how long it had been going on for, this brutal dance of their hips, but she never wanted it to end. At least, until she wanted it to change… Suddenly she was growing impatient, itchy despite the pleasure radiating inside of her. 

And then she was pleading for something new, but she didn’t know what—because she had his cock! But that voice inside her whispered, his knot. She swallowed, begging until she couldn’t find the words because she was crying, she was so desperate . 

And then he gave it to her—pulling out one last time, before plunging the entirety of him into her. She wailed, the head pressing deeper than it had before as the base of his cock thickened—knot expanding and forcing him even further inside. She was moving beneath him, trying to escape, but also sobbing in relief, because this was it. This was what she needed. 

She was coming then, stretched too taught to anything but. Her body tried to clench down, but it couldn’t and she wailed, needing to vocalize the struggle somehow. Her body shifted, but it just pulled the knot against the rim of her cunt and then she was coming again. She was just so full, and so hot. 

And then she was flooded with the heat of his release, the seed pouring into her—seemingly never ending, making her feel bloated from how much he pumped  into her. None of it could escape, not with the width of his knot plugging her up. And now she was moaning, unsure if it was in pain or pleasure, because if she thought she was full before, now she was…

Gods, she didn’t even know. She swore she could feel the press of her swollen womb against her stomach, overfull with how thoroughly her husband had bred her. And that made her moan too, the thought that Daemon—her uncle, her everything had fucked babies into her. 

But if she thought any of that was good, it couldn’t compare to him biting her. It hurt, but she didn’t care, his teeth belonged in her skin. Her blood belonged on his lips. His come belonged in her cunt. 

She was meant to be speared between the pleasure of his length and the pain of his teeth, embedded in her neck as he fucked her. 

He was meant for her. 

She was meant for him.

They were meant for this.

They were meant for each other. 

And now, they were mates. 

...

#Rhaenyra Targaryen #Daemon Targaryen #daemyra #fic #a03 #romance #fluff #prompt #daemon x Rhaenyra #HOTD #house of the dragon #ficlet #fanfic #alpha beta omega

[romkole]

WEREWOLVES AU!

Her father, leader of their pack, always grumbles that Rhaenyra is short tempered and spoiled like his brother. She is his only child and well-loved even with her temperament. Especially by her Uncle, fierce alpha, who hasn't had a mate yet despite his age and position.

So, when Rhaenyra comes to age, it becomes apparent who Daemon was waiting for.

#daemyra aesthetic #daemyra #daemon x rhaenyra #werewolves au #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon #milly alcock #matt smith #daemyra prompt #prompt #alpha omega dynamics #alpha/omega au