#Rhaenyra Targaryen headcanons

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For the bakery event, please, I’d like to Vanilla + Rolls with Rhaenyra Targaryen :)

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´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Rhaenyra Targaryen x Warrior!Targ!Gn!Reader

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╰･ﾟ✧☽ Strawberry Rolls: Fluff Headcanons

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: targ!cest, her and daemon aren’t married because reader snuck into her heart, the night aemond losses a eye, even if the reader is a woman- they still have kids together because I say so, I had no clue want to do so I ran with a idea.

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So imagine being close with the family and the only distant blood who still has features and hair of a true targaryen.

And not only did you look like a targaryen, you are the only far blooded person who seemed to hatch a egg when it was gifted. And, possess sword skills unlike most.

The moment Rheanyra feel for you was the day of Laena’s funeral and Aemond had lost a eye.

You never picked sides but you always stood closer to rhaenrya and her children, and Viserys.

The moment she entered the room and saw her sons bloodied, but not alone but being comforted and protected by you, she was filled with a bit of warmth. The boys cling to your side, as you stood tall with your armor still on and a sword at your hip with stayed eyes on Alicent.

Once she was in sight her sons ran to her, you let them but kept close to her- When you both shared a look she was smitten at how you looked loyal and ready to defend her and her family.

“The greens have gained vhagar,” you stood beside her while watching the green dragon fly over, and the ships of the family sailing away, “Alicent won’t forgive the loss of her sons eye, I fear your throne might be in more threat then ever.”

You began the conversation at hand, and you always knew Alicent was coming for her. She knew it to. Daemon had told her of a plan, she had also talked it through with her husband..

“Be by my side, I need you more then ever. Forgive me for us never being close, but I have come to see there is no one willing to be by my side more then you.”

“If you’ll have me, Your Grace.”

The plan of faking Laenors death was successful, and you two wed the night of in traditional Targaryen way.

Years spent by her side, sending letters and visiting houses all around the realm to sweeten them up if a war breaks out.

And in those years, you and Rhaenyra had three children of your own. Two little boys, and a daughter. She was also glad that her three sons before were treated as your own, and never picking favorites.

Jaces was taught by you in every way, how to charm your way into things, how to handle himself in battle. (And serve face)

Luke took after his mother and was trained to be the next lord of the tides, but you taught him the blade as well. And how to pull amazing pranks- and he has your humor at times.

Joffrey loves you and wishes to be exactly like you one day. He follows your around and copy’s your movements and wishes to have a dragon like yours one day.

When Alicent tries to take the throne you already had spies and a plan ready, and houses that already favored you. So the war never truly began.

Rhaenyra was made to be queen, and you as her Royal Consort.

[why-what-no]

Being Rhaenyra’s Daughter Would Include

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: None really

Notes: Writing all this is really making me wanna finally write a long form Alicent x Rhaenyra fic. I love them so much. And yes, Alicent Daughter Headcanons will be coming out next :)

As the only daughter of the heir to the Iron Throne, you were adored by your mother and your brothers.

She was so glad to finally have a little girl. To create a close relationship like she had with her own mother. When you were born, she refused to let you leave her arms. Promising to be there for you no matter what

Growing up, you were treated like the princess you were. But although you were protected, your mother refused to treat you as some helpless girl. You would be taught the ways of ruling just like your brothers.

She made sure to always let you know how much she loved you. How beautiful you were. How sure she was that you would grow up brave and powerful like the Targaryens before you.

Your wardrobe would be filled with the richest of fabrics, any colours that complimented you.

She had issues with the colour green. When you occasionally wore it, there was a jolt of grief that ran through her body at the thought of her childhood. Thinking about - if Alicent was still her friend - how much the brunette would dote on you like she did.

Rhaenyra was fiercely protective of you, terrified of the idea that her enemies would take you from her. She knew what a prize you would be for them, knew that they were aware she would do anything to get you back if you were ever taken hostage.

She’s visit your chambers and brush your hair whenever she had a worry about that, whispering a lullaby to you as she did. It was just as comforting to her as it was to you.

When Daemon returned to her, she made sure he treated you like his own. As much as she loved having you to herself, she knew you needed more in your life. As a child, she would have been happy if her daughter was raised by her and her dear friend. But now she depended on Daemon to protect you and your brothers with her.

Your grandfather Viserys adored you and although his appearance grew worse, you were never afraid of him. He spoiled you.

You didn’t know what to make of his wife, who stared at you with an unreadable expression whenever she had seen you. But there was a deep sadness in her face as she once told you “you have your mother’s eyes”

Your mother never left your side when you were visiting that part of your family. Your cousin Helaena would always smile softly whenever you were around. But Aemond never spoke much to you and you didn’t like the cold glitter in Aegon’s eyes.

You were more comfortable with only your parents and brothers, or your cousins in Driftmark who you adored playing with.

The people of Kings Landing liked you, their little princess. You were more tolerable to them than Rhaenyra had been, as you weren’t going to rule them. So they took your youthful loveliness at face value.

Rhaenyra told you stories about her loves, hoping that you would find someone who made you so happy one day. She hated to think about you one day leaving her and your siblings to create a family of your own, but she knew that she wanted you to be happy above all else

In a lot of ways, she saw you as a way to do what she wished her parents had done for her. To be the parent she always wished she had.

And she always succeeded, you couldn’t ask for a better parent.

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[witchthewriter]

𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐃 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬' 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝/𝐨𝐫 ��𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: I’ve included Jace, Baela & Rhaena - they’re grown up, in their early 20s

Warnings: talks of depression, anxiety, the symptoms of them, and swears - I love swearing

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𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝

・Was a bit confused at first and took a while to understand, but once he did, Aemond decided that you would have the best care possible. If anyone could help you, he can and he would. 

・He always makes sure that you never go to that dark place.

・Knows the signs of when you’re getting deeper into depression and when your anxiety is getting worse

・Whenever you’re nervous, you fiddle with your rings or the fabrics around you. Whenever he’s there, he’ll take a hold of your hand and squeeze it, to let you know he’s there to look after you 

・A perk of marrying a royal means that you get all the best help from the maesters. At the beginning it was ‘get some more sunshine and fresh air,’ but now they know that Aemond won’t let those comments slide. 

・Some conditions need more than the natural elements 

・And if there’s a chance of him being able to find you better help, then he’ll spend all of his time researching 

・A lot of herbal medicines are tried, some make sleeping better, some help when the anxiety is at its peak. 

・You have so much gratitude to Aemond - because people in the past have ignored their significant others’ symptoms and pretended all was okay

・But Aemond would never do that

・If you like dragon riding then he would be honoured to help you onto the back of Vhagar. The old dragon huffed when she first saw you.

・And your knees were shaking badly, but Aemond never let go of your hand. 

・He hoisted you up onto Vhagar’s back (it took considerable effort because of how large she is) but you were determined. You HAD to do this. 

・Vhagar groaned as Aemond took his place in front of you. And you nearly left your body when she took off

・It was a running start and then suddenly you weren’t on the ground. Your arms were steel-like around Aemond’s waist and he was rubbing your leg, letting you know all was okay

・After that, you wanted to visit Vhagar every day. To at least give her food or even talk to her if you were lonely

・Turns out Vhagar loves to hear court gossip

𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚

・Does everything in her power for you to be seen by the best maesters

・Understands the depression, and definitely the anxiety. She became severely anxious ever since the death of her mother, and with her future so murky, she didn’t know what would happen. 

・Would she become Queen? Would she let Aegon be King? She felt so alone for such a long time. But your company saved her, as did her children, Syrax and help from the maesters 

・Obviously they didn’t have proper names for what these feelings were. Depression - known as ... feeling down, anxiety ... was just overactive imagination or nervousness. 

・But when she opened up about her own experiences, it helped you a lot. Because you then knew that how you felt wasn’t a one-off, a one-time issue that only you would deal with

・It was often expected that a person having ... internal trouble should seek religious help. If that helped you, then great. But if it didn’t then Rhaenyra made sure that the maesters would never suggest it again

・She takes you out dragon riding for as long as you need (Syrax is usually the one to want to finish before you) 

・Flying above towns, cities, fields and oceans - it did help. A lot. It made you see things clearly. 

・And Rhaenyra would take you flying whenever you needed to. 

・Getting Syrax to comply was another issue though ...

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧

・Has so much love for you that the thought of you in pain causes him pain

・Out of everyone, he would be the most likely to brighten your life with another being ... a surprise ... a pet

・On a random day he makes you close your eyes, and leads you into the bed chambers where you hear little yelps and whines 

・With furrowed brows, you wait until he tells you to open your eyes and places a furry, wiggling pup in your arms 

    “Oh my gods,” you say, looking down at the pure white dog.

“Do you like him?” Harwin says, rubbing a floppy ear. 

    “Y-yes!” You say, absolutely bewildered... flabberghasted...shocked. 

“What are you going to name him?” 

・You had no idea what you were going to call him. But after a few nights you knew...

   “I’ve chosen, and I’m going to name him ‘Nox’. On account of the fact that he keeps knocking things over...”

・It wasn’t just a himbo decision; there was reasoning behind this choice. Harwin knew he had responsibilities that he wasn’t powerful enough to avoid. So, he got you a companion that you would have to spend time looking after

・Wherever you went, four paws followed. 

・He was the perfect match to your personality. He wasn’t overbearing (well as a puppy yes), and loved to sleep. But demanded affection. 

・You had no idea where Harwin got the pup but it soon grew larger and larger. 

・And you swore at night you had dreams of ... being Nox. Seeing things from his perspective. In the morning, you would find that doors you had opened in your dream were opened in real life ... 

𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚

・Her personality is very forceful, so she won’t put up with anyone making you feel uncomfortable 

・If you’re in public and someone is stepping over a boundary, she will shut that shit down. 

・Knows that seeing Moondancer brightens your day, so she has no problem with letting you two interact. 

・She’s great at encouraging you and giving pep talks. 

・Likes to help take your mind off of its troubles with adventures. Going out into the markets in disguises, travelling to different cities (much like her mother and father did) 

・Introduces you to pillow screaming - covering your face with a pillow and letting out the most blood curdling scream you can muster

・Baela has used this technique in the past many times

・If being with your family helps you, then she will take you to them and be by your side for as long as you desire

・If your family is part of the problem then she takes you far away from them

・Part of her love language is physical touch - she covers your face with kisses every morning and evening 

・Whenever you see each other after being apart, she will grab your hand and kiss the back of it 

・Gift giving is another love language for Baela. She’s given you a special gemstone in a unique pendant shape that she got made to remind you of her. 

・She loves getting you up and dancing. Whether it’s fast-paced or slow, she knows that movement helps

𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧

・He’s instinctually aware of where you are, who you’re with and what you’re up to. 

・You have different plans for how you’re feeling. 

He stays with you all day (usually when depression hits hard and you can’t get out of bed. He’ll cancel everything and take care of you)

Takes on your responsibilities as well as his own, so you can do whatever you want for the day - but he leaves you be

He attends the difficult meetings with you, but other then that, you can handle it 

・Daemon asks you the same question every morning, and he knows how the day is going to go by your answer 

・If you want to carry on with your duties, then he’ll ask which plan you want to go ahead with 

・He adores you and understands that your emotions affect you deeply

・Has never judged you for it - because you understand that he feels certain things deeply too

・When you were at the darknest he’d ever seen you, Daemon really didn’t know what to do. Nothing he said seemed to help. You couldn’t stop the anxiety, the depressed thoughts. 

・So he took you to see Caraxes. The dragon that had only one other winged friend. 

・You two hit it off, even if you were trembling. 

・There was a lot of solace in knowing that even the most glorious of creatures can be unliked by its fellow bretheren

・You found a real friend in Caraxes. The Blood Wyrm. Really, all one has to do is give him some attention and he’s putty in your hands...

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭

・Understands, and because you’re so dear to her, she’s constantly worried about you

・Her father instilled the anxiety of having her children killed if Rhaenyra was to be crowned.

・And Alicent never had true love. She felt alone but smothered, when she became Queen. 

・So, she threw herself into the roles that she must play. Devoted wife, mother, and upheld the traditions that had been passed down from one to another. 

・But Alicent did let religion rule her, and whenever she felt down - she went and prayed 

・That’s what she guided you to do, and took you to pray every day

・Did it help? Only you can say. 

・But it was obvious that Alicent loved you, because she looked to the maesters for help. 

・And she forced them to search day and night, to find something to help you

・Sends maids to make sure that your chambers are clean. But she comes in to help you bathe herself. 

・It isn’t a sensual experience. But one where you feel safe, and cared for. There’s no underlying intent, nothing other than making sure that you’re physically healthy 

・She even brushes your hair, gently stroking the back of your neck when she’s done 

・When you entered her life, you changed it incredulously. Now she wants to pay back the favour

・Reads to you. Books upon books are stacked in your room for ease of access. You choose which one each day, some she’s read five times in one week. 

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐞

・Has felt the deepest parts of grief, and never wants you to feel that much hurt - so he asks people how to make you better

・Tries things that have helped him 

・But that mostly revolves around dragon riding 

・And if you don’t like dragon riding then he’ll take you horse riding, bcause he knows that’s the closest thing (and you feel a lot safer) 

・With riding, it’s like grasping true freedom. There’s nothing to worry about, just feeling the air crisp and whipping your hair out of your face. Then the beast between your thighs, the sturdiness of it. 

・It is an incredible mood booster. And Jace would take you to buy your own horse, maybe a beautiful mare or a blazing stallion. 

・Like having your own dragon; you name it and see it every day. 

・Soon your horse would be so used to you that it would be fine with taking you anywhere. 

・If you like dragon riding, then Vermax will take you anywhere you want to go. The green youngling has made his own relationship with you, so you brighten each others day when you see one another 

・In the year that have passed, Vermax grows to nearly the size of Syrax (when Rhaenyra was first entering motherhood that it)

・And so when Jace met you, Vermax was just big enough for two to ride. 

・After forming a relationship with the dragon, which didn’t take too long (it was your fear that held you back for many years, so you didn’t fly until three years into the marriage)

・Vermax makes these happy noises whenever he sees you. Flapping his wings about, shrieking in delight 

     “I think you’ve stolen my dragon...” Jace says with a smirk

“No, only his heart,” you reply back, giving him a nudge. 

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚

・Hates that you have to feel negative emotions. It’s something that she’s even told you. 

・It made you smile

   “I mean it! You’re just so...lovely,” she said one morning, holding your face in her hands. She littered kisses on your face afterward. 

・Makes you things to brighten your day

・Stitches your favourite animal, using your favourite colours, or maybe your favourite phrase

・Surprises you with little tokens in your room for you to find 

・Takes you to the dragonpit to see Dreamfyre (who is always happy to see you. She waits for you to hold your hand out so she can nuzzle against it) 

・Doesn’t push you, or make you leave your comfort zone. It’s just the type of person she is. 

・Helaena is like a fairy; it’s as if she has wings of her own and a sparkling glow. Especially when she’s outside. 

・That’s where she likes to take you - outside in the sunlight, the servants laying out a blanket for the two of you. Plates of nibbly food surrounding you. 

・She loves when you put your head in her lap. (Yes, parallel to young Alicent and Rhaenyra,)

・Helaena loves humming while stroking your hair, gently running her finger over your face; nose, cheeks, eyelids, chin.

・One of the best experiences was when you two had a picnic with Dreamfyre

・You two flew onto a lovely hillside, not too far from King’s Landing, but far enough that you were alone/wouldn’t be bothered by anything or anyone 

・You had your head in her lap, and she laid her back against Dreamfyre, who had wrapped herself around the two of you

・That memory is what you hold onto when the darkest days find you

𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

・Has so much love for you

・Does everything to make you comfortable - even going out of his way to make himself look like a fool if it meant you weren’t nervous 

・After asking you a few questions about how you’re feeling, he’d spend hours upon hours of researching in the library/book collections to find whatever he can. 

・Climbs into bed whenever you can’t get out of it, and holds your hand until you fall back asleep

・Loves making you laugh! He’s found that once you’ve had a good laugh, you feel loads better. So he thinks of situations where humour can be created. Is it manipulative? ... Yes, but ... good manipulation. 

・Daeron is known as the gentlest of Viserys’ sons. That’s both physically, emotionally and in personality

・He handles you with so much care, sometimes you feel unworthy of such love 

・Once you said that to him and he nearly cried from how ridiculous it was to him. 

    “I love you, and you deserve to be loved.”

・You have no issue with crying in front of him. He wants you to express your emotions as honestly as you can

・Loves when you two stow away together and have these deep talks about life and what everything means 

・Is really good with his words, so he somehow knows exactly the right thing to say 

・Tessarion has no issue with you - not even at the beginning. Like her rider, she’s an open minded being, who has another sense of the core of who a person is. 

・The she-dragon accepted you easily, and you became known as a trio. 

・Not just Daeron and Tessarion, but Daeron, Y/N and Tessarion. One was barely seen without the other. 

𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚

・Very similar to Helaena, she has a very sweet heart

・But has a lot more self-awareness and ... wit/sharpness

・So she goes through a lot of practical options in helping you take care of yourself. For example, getting more sunlight, travelling to the seaside, playing with Morning etc. 

・Morning isn’t large enough for two riders, but you love being around her. 

・She’s incredibly beautiful. Glistening pink scales - she was true magic 

・Rhaena was relentless in helping you. She even went through the spiritual aspect and if that wouldn’t work, then she would find something to help. Herbs, medicines - something had to help you

・And not once did she make you feel as if you were a burden, nor the only one who felt this way. 

・Day and night she would stay with you if that’s what it took to chase the darkness away

・Couldn’t bear the sight of you in pain, so she tells you stories and usually that takes your mind off of the darkness for a while 

・She makes the best stories. Rhaena bases them on people she knows, and there are a lot of dragon stories

・Wherever Rhaena went, light seemed to follow

・Makes sure you’ve bathed; fills the tub herself, putting in the best smelling oils and flowers. 

[howyouloveyourdragon]

one of alicents Brothers don't love otto much and know he can only cause problems. both him and rhaenyra feeling dissatisfied with their fathers, they get married and ruin ottos plans one by one. in this situation I can not see the reader hightower son being the one otto wants near the throne cause he would not be able to easily manipulate them. Headcanons and thanks for writing

hey anon! thank you so much for this ask i was really looking forward to writing it <3 i am really loving alicent's y/n brother rn

pronouns: he/him warnings: none other than parental issues that i can think of but please correct me if i'm wrong! A/N: i could barely stop myself writing im so obsessed lmao, the amount of errors i got from this

you were never one to indulge in your father's ambition as he paraded you after another won tourney and beckoned your sister as though she were not a Queen now and much higher in position than he would ever be

you rolled your eyes and huffed, folding your broad arms across your chest

you roam your stubborn eyes across the room as Otto attempts to entertain his fellow Lords and more importantly, ask about their daughters

your eyes widened when they caught sight of your father approaching with Lord Borros Baratheon, you ducked and began crawling under a series of tables hurriedly and regardless of how ungentlemanly it may seem, you turn your head quickly straight after peeking over your shoulder only for it to meet something hard and a yelp to sound from in front of you

your lips part in surprise as a silver head of hair comes into view, a porcelain hand flying to her forehead. The woman groans and you recognise that familiar voice. "What is wrong with you?" Rhaenyra Targaryen uttered with a huff and met your dark eyes with hers of violet. Your mouth gaped before you felt a hard hit to your shoulder, your brows pinched together. "What was that for?" You asked with a guttural groan. Her steel gaze remained. "You hit me first!" She threw back in a childish hiss. You scoffed. "Mine was an accident." You retorted only for her to drive her lips into a thin line and slump on the floor. "If I find that I am concussed, I will have yor head." Rhaenyra grumbled and you begrudgingly settled. Her eyes shot to yours.

"Move. I was here first." "No." She lets out a gruff chuckle in shock. "Excuse me?" "No." Her eyes narrow into slits at your defiance. "I am your future Queen." "Sorry." Your murmured and flushed pink. You looked down bashfully and picked at your rough fingernails. You turned oblivious as her eyes rolled across you inquisitively. She hesitated but her lips open quicker than she can think–not that that is unusual. "You are Y/n, aren't you? Not Gwayne, his jaw is wider." You snickered and nod. Her lips twitched upward without her consent. She leans on her left hand and smiles charming as she can manage. "I suppose I can allow you a sliver of my company since you are clearly so desperate for it." She grins playfully at your protesting lips and the way your body stiffens at the familiar shoes beneath the table. Her brows raise and she almost gives up her own hiding just to see the look on your face if she pushed you into his sight. Soon the feet retreated however and a breath of relief propelled out of your throat. Rhaenyra watches you carefully. You intrigue her infuriatingly enough. She nudged you with her knee enough to catch your eyes. "Why are you hiding?" You asked curiously "I could ask you the same thing." Your princess teased. "Ah then who am I to deny my future Queen?" She hates how her stomach twists in knots at the title passing your lips. Her breath hitches. "My father is..." You struggle to find the word, using your hands to gesture uselessly. "domineering?" It sounds more like a question and she briefly wonders whether she knows your father better than yourself.

that's the first time she has ever had a full conversation–or possibly one at all–with you but Rhaenyra doesn't regret it as she notes the stiffness of your brow and your unexpectedly soft voice

she finds herself listening to you intently until the night is over

she even forgets you're both supposed to be hiding and laughs boldly which results in a share of wide eyes as two pairs of rough hands haul you both out from under the table

your fathers have never looked more disappointed as you glance sheepishly at one another

you both are sent to your respective chambers but before you leave, her soft hand shoves a piece of parchment in your hand and smirks as you stare after her

your father blocks your gaze when he wrenches a grip on your neck and drives you back to your quarters

you open your palm to find the crumpled paper has her scribbled handwriting 'Meet me in my chambers', you grow a grin and obey like the obedient subject your dear father wishes you to be

you decide to take unorthodox methods to do so however and climb up the walls to her window, clutching to vines and stones alike

she almost thinks you're never going to come before your tumbling inside

she snickers and beams as she brings you through and like clockwork the cycle repeats in secret and neither of you are particularly good at hiding the budding relationship between you

until the dreaded year that her mother passes

she had seemed so excited and humoured as you beat her uncle's arse into the ground, wielding a sword to his neck unless he chose to yield and the princess' forever favour strapped to you securely

you couldn't bite back the smirk until your eyes settled on the missing figures

her brows furrowed and her gaze followed yours

you still remember how her body tensed and panic became summoned to her face

how she had bolted away

and the moment you found out how slowly the hand had told the King? Without haste or worry regarding the Queen? That was when you pledged the deepest loyalty to Rhaenyra, bending the knee before she was even pronounced heir

and she pledged herself back to you in a much different manner

and when she is announced heir, it is not your father you stand beside but rather the Velaryons

and so with every visit to her chambers you share new promises and old vows

it is difficult to juggle the romantic affection for your princess and the friendship with your siblings but you manage

one night you approach your father's chambers to request permission to begin courting but instead you hear something much darker

the lump in your throat largens and when your sister bursts through the doors with trembling fingers, you don't take any time to embrace her

with every planned visit to the King, you take her to Rhaenyra's chambers instead and personally escort her on her travels

it's a dutiful side to you that Rhaenyra has never seen to you before, you had always been as rambunctious and rebellious as she and yet so kind and soft when it came to Alicent

the both of you smirk at Otto when Viserys announces his engagement, you personally delight in the clench of Otto's fists

you can't call him your father anymore

not after that

it's late at night with Alicent asleep and strewn across you both when you interlace your fingers with her own and grin at her

"If I didn't know any better, I would think we were the most intelligent in the realm." you snicker and she raises her brows playfully. "Oh?" she asks and you hum mischievously. You nod and look down at Alicent's gentle face. "I think we should put our team to it's limits." She glances at you sceptically and agrees

and so the first of many occurrences begins

the first he attempts without any remorse; separating you and The Realm's Delight

first by steering potential matches at you and when that fails, he suggests an alliance with House Velaryon after Viserys' rejection of Laena who you have grown fast friends with

he insists upon allowing Laenor to at least court the princess and the King agrees quickly and desperate to repair old wounds

so again you devise a plan to diverge her suitor's attention and lucky for you your old friend Laenor Velaryon is also not pleased with the possible arrangement

however she needs a chance to catch his eye and you have the perfect plan

Your gaze roams her face as you cup her cheek, both of you laying in bed. Her soft skin, her soft eyes, sloped nose and plush lips. "If you grace me by your mere presence alone I will lay every flower at your feet," You start and her breath hitches. "but if you agreed to wed me then I will fight against the swords of a thousand just to secure your heart and if you wish it, your crown."

it is early in the morn when Rhaenyra is rushed into the throne room and sees you knelt before her father with your head bowed

and that's when she hears it, eyes snapping to her father's face

"This man wishes for your hand in marriage." Viserys announces, standing and watching her carefully. Your gaze flickers up at her and softens. It's not long before she swallows her pride and takes slow steps forward. Her hands engulf yours without a second thought.

Otto notices of course as you pull away from him

he decides to direct your sister's place instead, he begins his second beginning conquest; taming Daemon Targaryen and producing a Targaryen heir

reluctantly and uncharacteristically he acts in favour to the request of Daemon annulling his marriage to Lady Rhea. He may hate the man but he needs protection and a male Targaryen heir

Rhaenyra is still a woman and he knows that there will always be an uprising, if he can manage to coax Alicent once more into a Targaryen's embrace he will be able to succeed the throne with Hightower blood

lucky for you, you have an ally who is very keen to assist you

it seems that Laena Velaryon has held affections for the prince from afar and is happy to snatch his attention herself

it's at the engagement banquet that she makes her move Otto can do nothing but grit his teeth as he watches and whispers into Alicent's ear but she's slowly beginning to resent him and slip out of his grasp

it's not long before the wedding is being planned and Otto is growing more and more desperate

then Viserys' wife is announced to be pregnant and much to his luck it's a boy

perhaps his own children will not listen to him but what of this child? he may not be Hightower blood but that doesn't mean he cannot commend his intelligent advisor and future hand

he just needs to sneak into the child's head and gain his favour

a mentor if you will

he attempts to sabotage the wedding by encouraging his spies to seek out you both but any rumours they begin to spread are instantly shut down and discredited

Rhaenyra begins to take a stronger interest in her siblings and Alicent surprises everyone by joining the faith of The Seven

she has newly devoted herself to the faith as a Septa, away from the cursed childbed and dreaded expectation of her father

Otto takes advantage of this yet again however and insists with the King that your wedding to Rhaenyra be in a ceremony in the Sept but you have other plans, sneaking through passageways with your closest comrades and performing an intimate Valyrian ceremony in the dead of night

you brandish your wounded palm proudly before the court and revel in their shocked faces and whisperings

Otto turns red in the face and even more once he sees little Aegon and Helaena peek out from behind Rhaenyra's traditional garments

and when the many years pass and Viserys the peaceful is sent to a new realm, Rhaenyra glides down the large throne room with you, deja vu coursing through the air as you stand beside the Velaryons beaming at her

[aphroditelovesu]

Yan!Parents Daemon/Rhaenyra Targaryen Headcanons (Platonic)

❝ 🐉 — lady l: Are these headcanons good? I don't know, but I hope you like it!! Forgive me for any mistakes ;) 🩵🤍

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, overprotection, mention of death and murder, unhealthy platonic relationships and messy writing.

❝🐉pairing: platonic yandere!daemyra x gender neutral!reader.

Rhaenyra and Daemon were looking forward to the arrival of their first child. Daemon already had two daughters and Rhaenyra her three precious boys, but they were very eager for the first fruit of their marriage to be born.

The day Rhaenyra gave birth to you was one of the happiest memories of her life. The pain of childbirth was excruciating, but when she could hold you in her arms, it was all worth it.

Daemon actually sobbed when he held you for the first time. You were so small, so innocent and so perfect. He swore to himself that he would do anything to be good to you. You would be loved and adored forever.

They are both extremely overprotective and possessive over you. You are their child, you belong to them, so you should not associate with anyone they do not approve of.

Any friends you may have will be investigated by Daemon and if he finds anything that displeases him, that friend will disappear from your life. He is not objective, if that person's great-grandfather was an bastard, for example, that means they will never be good to you. And you deserve only the best.

Rhaenyra not only agrees with this, but encourages her uncle-husband's actions. You are her baby, the most precious person in her life and she only wants the best for you. She will give you the best, she knows what is good for you. After all, mom always knows best, right?

Your older siblings would also have developed their own obsession with you, encouraged by their parents. It didn't take long for the Velaryon brothers and Daemon's daughters to become completely attached to you.

You were not only your parents' obsession, but also your siblings, meaning you can bet no harm would be done to you. You were spoiled and protected, the apple of everyone's eye in Dragonstone.

Whatever you want, you will have. Rhaenyra and Daemon are completely soft when it comes to disciplining you, just one puppy look and they will forget everything. You are their child, you could do no wrong in their eyes.

Everyone is instructed to spoil and protect you, the servants, the guards and your brothers will do so willingly too.

Daemon is very possessive, he feels entitled to you because you are his child. He will kill anyone who looks, says, or even breathes wrong at you. There's no way he's going to let anything happen to you.

Rhaenyra is more controlled, but she is still a dragon and you should never mess with a dragon's offspring. She loses all her senses, her reason when something happens to you. Even if it's a paper cut, she will go into a frenzy of rage.

Any love interests or suitors will also be dealt with quickly. They won't allow you to get married, no one will ever be good enough for you.

If something were to happen to you, gods be good, for the true fury of the Targaryens would be revealed. They will burn, kill and destroy everything in their path for you. All that matters is you, the war will be forgotten by you.

And when it was just ashes and the smell of blood and death was in the air, they would be satisfied. Daemon and Rhaenyra will go to extremes for you. You are their baby and no one, absolutely no one, can change that.

Daemon and Rhaenyra will not lose anyone else, not their child. And when the war for the Iron Throne begins, you would be locked in and protected the entire time. Your parents love you and would do anything, but they don't know boundaries or privacy. It doesn't matter, after all, they are your parents.

[pumpkinfyre]

Being Rhaenyra's Only Daughter and Heir

Yandere House of the Dragon/Bastard! Velaryon! Reader

warnings: yandere content, platonic yandere, romantic yandere, reader is based on my oc naelys velaryon, but is a reader insert for inclusiveness, protective mama nyra, readers father is cole, hubby! aegon, daemon

RHAENYRA, who adores her baby girl! Oh, she would waltz around the Red Keep with her baby in her arms, showing the little Valyrian bundle of joy to anyone who crossed pathes with her. Her daughter, I imagine, would be the product of her time with Ser Cole, and while they no longer were close, and Criston seems to despise Rhaenyra now, she holds nothing but love for her precious daughter. Rhaenyra is very protective of her babies, but moreso of her daughter. Society is cruel to little girls, and she knows this very well. During the Dance, Rhaenyra became increasingly paranoid because her baby was stuck in Kings Landing. Her ultimate fear is losing (Name), and they are separated after the death of Viserys.

DAEMON is (Name)'s stepfather, and while she doesn't seem to like him very well, he holds a great fondness for her, as though she were his own daughter. He isn't very adequate as a father, and he often comes off as annoying and cocky, but he loves (Name) dearly! There is a theory that Daemon and Rhaenyra had Laenor killed so they could be together, and she hears these whispers. (Name) tries to keep a distance between her and Daemon, but he almost pushes himself into her life. As soon as Daemon and Rhaenyra marry, he starts to refer to himself as (Name)'s father, and this makes her upset because she still grieves Laenor.

JACAERYS, LUCERYS, AND LITTLE JOFF love their big sister! She's so wise and beautiful, and she dotes on them all like little ducklings. Jace is only a few years younger than (Name), so he takes on an almost protective role towards his sister. I imagine she's soft-spoken and sweet, much like Aemma was, so Jace feels like he needs to watch over her to make sure that no one corrupts his dear elder sister. Lucerys depends on (Name) for emotional support, as he's rather insecure. Both Lucerys and Joffrey follow her around and look up to (Name). I imagine she'd be especially close with little Joff, as he often clings to her like a suckerfish.

AEGON is (Name)'s husband and father of her children. Viserys marry them to each other in a bleak attempt to mend the differences between Alicent and Rhaenyra. It doesn't work, obviously, but Aegon is absolutely whipped for his wifey. He follows her around like a lost puppy and is willing to do whatever is necessary to keep her at his side. Once the war begins and their first son is murdered, Aegon becomes paranoid and forces his wife into isolation, for her own good, he says. He holds a hard disdain for her mother and tries several times to turn her against Rhaenyra. Aegon really just wants to take his wifey and babies to essos to life peacefully, but he knows he can't.

CRISTON COLE is (Name)'s true father, and despite holding disdain for Rhaenyra, he yearns to be close to his daughter. As a knight, Criston knows that he will never have a wife, nor will he ever become a father to happy children. He knowingly gave all of that away when he said his vows. Alas, Rhaenyra's pride and joy is a living reminder of his shame. She is innocent, sweet, and honorable, everything Criston is not. The pain of having to watch his child being raised by two different men kills Cole, as all he yearns for is to cradle her in his arms like any father would. Once the Dance begins, Criston fights with dedication. The dedication of a father.

the reader is based on my oc Naelys Velaryon from my fic 'prisoner of vows' (≡・x・≡)

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[kjwaikiki]

After so much heartbreak and angst on House of the Dragon (with much more to come). I just want some head canons that make me smile.

Here is one I have been holding on to for a while:

Daemon is an incredibly overprotective father but not for any of his blood kids. He is not worried about Rhaena or Baela, they are Laena’s daughters it is more likely that they choose their love interest and they will most likely call all the shots.

In contrast Daemon is incredibly worried about Jace, Luke, and even Joff. They are all so pretty and charming. They take after Rhaenyra so much, and while he loves Rhaenyra he knows what she got up to when she was young. He also knows that what happened between him and Rhaenyra when she was young is not something he would want happening to his boys. He absolutely doesn’t want some roguish man coming in and kissing his boys in brothels offering to take them as their spouse.

Daemon has never felt more stressed when his family meets Viserys’ Hightower brats and he sees the way they look at his boys. He has multiple heart attacks when he sees the one eyed brat (Aemond) and the drunk lecher (Aegon) make eyes at his sweet stepsons. He very much wants to take Aemond’s other eye for the way he is looking at Luke and punch Aegon in the mouth for the way he is smirking at Jace. He can’t deal with this he is going to lock his stepsons up on Dragonstone until they are 50 or until the Hightower brats die whichever comes first.

Daemon has never felt like such a hypocrite. He swears that Viserys has somehow orchestrated all of this to get back at him for the brothel incident ….. and possibly the wedding incident too. At least Daeron is away in Old Town away from Joffrey……… Until Viserys brings him back to the Red Keel to torture his brother. King Viserys has so few amusements and seeing Daemon slowly go bald from seeing these roguish princes of the realm try to seduce his children is the best gift he has ever received. He can die happy now knowing Daemon’s karma has come at last.

[cregansfourthwife]

cregan stark the type of man to have a MASSSSIVE breeding kink. his pretty wife always being swollen, carrying his children? best believe your doing it that night🧎‍♀️‍➡️

[anansimancer]

au where rhaenyra started training to become a knight when she was named heir after her mother died, and slowly courted alicent throughout her squirehood like a gentleman until she eventually asked for her hand in marriage when she was officially dubbed Dame Rhaenyra upon being knighted

[bugshideaway]

[mystcldydrms]

you're rhaenyra's daughter. ever since birth, your future has been laid out for you. everything has been planned out. your betrothal to aemond had been finalised as soon as the two of you could walk. he has been a dear friend to you your whole life, although he had attacked your brother when he was younger. you have always been looking forward to your and aemond's wedding. but now everything has changed. the news that your betrothed had killed your brother tore you apart. there was no desire in yourself left to still get married to him. the only thing left inside of you was hate and rage. you confided in your mother, knowing she would be on your side. she immediately called off the betrothal, but unbeknownst to you, she already had another man in mind for you to marry. and it was none other than cregan stark.

this idea came to my mind today, and I'm not sure, but I feel like I'd love to write it. I just don't know if I can do it justice, but let me know what you think of it.

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Daemon x oc, where oc is alicent's 4th child and her favorite, but the oc also inherent Otto's scheming skills and so much better than him and overly can't stand rhaenrya and knows that rhaenrya likes daemon so she goes for daemon and daemon falls harder for the oc AKKKK and rhaenrya pov where she realizes that she is losing daemon to her much younger half-sister, please 🥺🫶

Half-Blood Rivalry || D. Targaryen x oc

GIF by @mad-witch-moon DIVIDERS by @straywords

a/n: tysm for this request!!! anons please continue to send me requests pls!!! I hope you guys are happy for Catarina to play oc as Rhaella :) also please imagine that this takes place in ep 2. when rhaella is born is around the time daemon is banished for taking rhae to the brothel. rhaenyra hasn’t married laenor or has children yet.

The youngest child of Alicent Hightower and Viserys Targaryen was sweet Rhaella. When Rhaenyra first held the girl when she was only a babe, she had a strange feeling about her half-sister. As years went by and both girls no doubt got older, Rhaenyra could not seem to shake off the uneasy feelings she felt towards her youngest sister.

“Happy Name Day, sweet child” Alicent goes on her tippy toes to kiss her youngest and—anyone with eyes could see— favourite child. “Thank you, mother,” Rhaella kissed her cheek. It was then her father’s turn. Rhaella and Viserys had always had a complicated relationship, the two never seemed to see eye to eye, quite similar with her other siblings.

Rhaella and her siblings knew that their father didn’t favour them as much as he does with Rhaenyra. Nonetheless, Viserys was still her father and he cared for him.

“Happy name day, sister” Rhaenyra bursts through the doors of the throne room with a drunken smile. Everyone in the room stared at the platinum white haired Princess in shock. Her appearance was dishevelled and she reeked of alcohol. It was only morning.

“Are you quite alright Rhaenyra?” Alicent raises an eyebrow as she looks the Targaryen up and down. Rhaella lets out a scoff. Typical Rhaenyra. “Quite so, I wouldn’t dare miss seeing my dear sister on this special day” She raises a cup towards the younger who rolls her tongue against her cheek in annoyance.

Rhaella looks to Viserys, a wide grin on his face making her scoff. Rhaenyra somehow always seems to pull Rhaella’s buttons without even realising. In her opinion, she was a stuck up Princess that was never grateful of what was given to her.

Rhaella could not stand her older half-sister, maybe it was because of the fact that their father always placed Rhaenyra on a pedestal and could never do anything wrong in his eyes. Placing a fake smile on her pretty face, Rhaella speaks up. “Thank you Rhaenyra, your presence here means so much to me” She pops a grape in her mouth.

Otto lowly chuckles yet shakes his head lightly at his granddaughter’s tone. There was no denying that out of his four grandchildren, Rhaella too was his favourite. The young Targaryen was very much like him in many ways, even better in some aspects you could say.

There was silence at the table for a bit as they all ate, when all of a sudden, the doors once again opened. This time, Ser Harrold walked in. “Your Grace, he’s back” Was all the kingsguard said. Rhaella and her siblings stop chewing their food and look to their father.

Viserys wore a shocked face before standing up quickly and walking away. Rhaella looks to her mother in confusion as she gives her a sad look and rubs her arm. “Father, where are you going?” The young Targaryen turns in her seat as she watches him walk away. What even stung the young girl was the fact that he didn’t respond.

“Daemon’s back” Rhaenyra says to herself with wide eyes. “Don’t be silly, uncle Daemon has not returned to court in how many years?” Aegon questions as Rhaella replies, “Since I was a babe” She shrugs. “But who else would Ser Harrold have referred to? Did you see father’s face,” She humorously scoffs, “That was Daemon alright” Rhaenyra shrugs.

“Enough talk about your uncle. It is Rhaella’s name day and I want you all behaved for her birthday celebrations today” Alicent sternly speaks before continuing to eat. The Targaryen siblings all give each other one final look before going back to their meal.

-

It was the night of Rhaella's name day where a huge feast was held. Alicent demanded the celebration to be extravagant for her favourite child. You could have mistaken the event as the King's name day.

Rhaella sat beside her mother and her siblings beside her, Rhaenyra on Viserys' side. When her father stood up to announce a speech, he was interrupted by a figure walking into the throne room.

It was no one other than Daemon. Young Rhaella had not seen him all day, him showing up there was her first time seeing him really as she could not recall him when she was a born.

Of course, the Targaryen often heard stories about her uncle. He held a bad reputation and yet everytime anyone would speak of him, Rhaella always found herself wanting to hear more about her uncle.

He sauntered in with a smirk on his face. "Brother, I thought you weren't going to come" Viserys puts a smile on his face as Daemon stands in front of the table, his hands clasped together. Rhaella could have sworn she saw a glint of mischievous in his eyes.

She looks up towards her father, than to her half-sister. Rhaenyra had a look on her face that Rhaella couldn't quite fathom out. "And miss my dear nieces' birthday celebration? How could I do that to Rhaenrya" Alicent gasps in disbelief and Aemond chuckles under his breath, a kick under the table from Otto shut him up.

"I think your mistaken dear uncle, it is not Rhaenyra you should be wishing a happy birthday, but me," Rhaella irked, crossing her arms. Daemon's eyes move to her. She watched him study her before a grin makes it to his lips. "Apologies...." He trails off, "Rhaella." "My brother failed to mention which niece of mine was celebrating. After all, I have little memory of his children before I left."

Rhaella nods her head politely, he was offered a seat at the end of the table near Rhaenyra. She couldn't help but notice her half-sisters' wanting eyes to Daemon. The young Targaryen knew of what had happened when she was born. In terms of Daemon and Rhaenyra.

But she did not expect her to still long for her uncle, after all, Daemon was gone for nearly 20 years. The whole time as they all feasted, Rhaella felt eyes burning into her and everytime she looked, Daemon shamelessly stares with a smirk on his face.

"I think I would like to dance," Rhaella says before standing up and making her way to her sworn knight, Ser Harwin. "A dance Ser Harwin?" The princess looks up at him with a smile. "It is my pleasure, princess" He smiles back as they start to dance, not knowing a certain Targaryen's eyes were fixated on the two the entire time.

"Your daughter is quite pleasing to look at, Alicent" Daemon chuckles to himself, his eyes still not leaving Rhaella. Alicent nearly choked on her drink as she glares at him. "My sister is nearly half my age uncle!" Rhaenyra laughs.

"Mhm, a shame indeed" He mutters as he taps his fingers on the table. Rhaenyra stares at her uncle in disbelief. The princess opens her mouth but shuts it again when Daemon stands up and makes his way through the crowd to where Rhaella and Ser Harwin were dancing.

"Might I have this dance, princess?" Daemon whispers against her ears as she breathed heavily from dancing. Rhaella gives a small nod to Harwin as he backs off and now dances with Daemon. "You know, you've grown quite alot," He starts off. "Thank you for pointing the obvious uncle," She rolls her eyes playfully, "Into such a, beautiful woman" Daemon finishes.

Rhaella smiles, "Thank you, I assume-" She was cut off by Rhaenyra who taps her shoulder, "Can I steal our dear uncle, sister?" She questions as she doesn't even bother looking at Rhaella, only Dameon.

The young Targaryen looks between the two before nodding her head. She walks away not before locking eyes with her uncle before his gaze floats back to Rhaenyra. "Did you just get told to bugger off, sister?" Aegon laughs as Rhaella approaches the table and smacks his head. "Ow!" He groans, rubbing his head. Alicent shoots a look to the eldest.

"I believe our dear Rhaenyra is still infatuated with Daemon" Rhaella tilts her head. "Not surprised, the way she was eyeing him the whole time, I thought she'd eat uncle on the spot" Halaena says concerned as Rhaella and her brothers laughed loudly. Deep down, Rhaella couldn't push aside a strange feeling as she watched her sister and her uncle dancing and laughing together.

-

“Do you jest, sister?” Rhaella’s mouth hangs open at Rhaenyra’s idea that she had created in her head. “What? Daemon and I are made for each other. We have blood of the dragons coursing through us. Not to forget, he wanted me before he was banished by Father” She paces back and forth in her room.

The young Targaryen only blinked a few times before laughing. Rhaenyra glares at her younger sister. “S-sorry,” Rhaella wipes the tears that escaped from laughter, “Do you still think uncle longs for you? Forgive me for saying this Rhaenyra, but you are no longer a maiden.” Rhaella tilts her head.

“Daemon might have lusted over you at one point but yet again, he did take you to that brothel and just left you there. And now he’s back after what? twenty years and you still think he has his eyes on you?” Rhaella’s jabs stung the elder. Her words were like knives to her heart.

“And what do you suppose? That he’s got eyes for you now?” Rhaenyra raises an eyebrow at the younger. A small smirk forms on Rhaella’s lips, “Time will tell” “Don’t tell me you like Daemon, Rhaella. You just practically met him!” Rhaenyra’s voice loudens. To piss her even more, Rhaella simply shrugged with a playful smile.

“Daemon would make a dutiful Husband wouldn’t he? All that experience and….. well you know. Plus, mother has been pestering me about marriage. What better way to honour her wishes of me staying close to home then marrying our deal uncle?” Rhaenyra scoffs at her half-sister. “Daemon will never want you, you wouldn’t even dare to approach him with those silly intentions-“

Rhaella stands up and storms to her older, and still slightly taller, sister. “Watch me dear sister. Watch me marry Daemon in our old valyrian ways and bear his children. Watch me live a life you only ever got to dream of.” She calmy says yet still, venom laced her words.

Rhaenyra stood still in shock at her sister’s words before opening her mouth, “You are a horrid person.” She said through gritted teeth. Rhaella only wickedly smiles before turning around and walking off. As soon as the door slammed shut, Rhaenyra grabbed the closest object which was a vase and aimed it at the door, shards flying everywhere.

Rhaella stood outside the door with a proud smirk on her face. It was finally time to put her older sister into her own place. She walked through the hallways of her home before she bumped into something hard. “Watch where-“ Rhaella shuts her mouth as she’s met with his figure. “you’re going..” She trails as he smiles at her.

“Rhaenyra is still in her bedchambers” She mumbles massaging her head. Before she could move to the side to leave, he takes ahold of her forearm. “It is not your sister I wish to see but you, princess”

“What could you possibly want to see me for, uncle?” She spoke, her arms folded and her head slightly tilted. “Am I not allowed to spend some time with my niece? After all, I know nothing of you” He says, his eyes wandering nowhere near her face.

Rhaella smirked. She hummed before replying. “I’ve always wanted to her your stories come from you, and more possibly-“ She was cut off by him, “You’ve heard about me and my stories?” He questions.

Rhaella playfully rolls her eyes, “Don’t flatter yourself uncle, your stories are the only entertaining thing to listen to around here” She chuckles. Daemon laughs, “Might you like to accompany Caraxes and I for a ride?” He suggests with smug smile.

~

1 month later…

“Where’s Daemon and Rhaella?” Rhaenyra looks around the table noticing their absent once again at the breakfast table. “Didn’t you hear, sister? Daemon’s taking Rhaella to Dragonstone today for a few months” Halaena says with a sweet smile as Rhaenyra’s jaw hangs open.

“D-Daemon’s taking Rhaella away? To Dragonstone?” She stutters as she processes what was happening. Dragonstone was supposed to be for her and Daemons. Not Rhaellas’.

“Why hasn’t anyone thought to tell me this?” She bangs her hand on the table in frustration. “I didn’t think it would concern you Princess, The Prince and Princess simply want to get to know each other more” Alicent speaks up.

“Get to know each other more? I don’t see why they can’t do that here, why must they be at Dragonstone. Father! Did you approve of this?” She looks to Viserys in disbelief. “My child, these are Daemon’s wishes. And besides, it is finally time that Rhaella chooses a Husband”

“A husband.” The princess scoffs as everyone on the table watch her, anticipating what was going to happen next. “I wanted Daemon to be my husband at her age and what did you do?! You banished him! Why does my whore of a sister get to do what ever she pleases!” Rhaenyra stands up in her seat as does Alicent. They could have sworn they saw steam leave her ears.

“How dare you call your sister that!” Viserys too stands up and hits his hand on the table loudly. “Rhaella is of age and you were not. You were the heir at the time and choosing Daemon as King consort? The realm would have been up in flames by now! My daughter. Your sister! Needs a husband sooner than later. Daemon is content with his position. Those twenty years where ever he was did him some good. Rhaella needs someone like him to confide to”

Viserys sits back down with a sigh, Rhaenyra only stood there in disbelief, shock and hatred for her half sister. Without uttering another word, she excused herself from the table and left. “She’s lost her mind” Alicent shakes her head.

Rhaenyra stormed out of the castle and into the dragon pit. She immediately paused as she witnessed Rhaella and Daemon in each other’s arms as they pat Caraxes. Rhaenyra was never able to do that the blood wyrm, he just never seemed to accept her. But Rhaella on the other hand.

Before she was could storm closer to the two a voice stops her. “Depriving your own sister of happiness?” Otto tempts her, “Just look at how happy they look with each other. I’ve never seen Daemon smile so much, have you?”

“He smiled plenty with me before” She mutters. “Ah there it is, before.” Rhaenyra glares at Otto. “Before he liked you, now he wishes to runaway with my granddaughter and marry her.” “H-he’s not marrying her” She chuckles to herself.

“Oh but he is my dear, he even asked for the King and Queen’s blessing. Your sister, much more youthful, smarter-“ “What are you trying to do?” The princess says desperately, “Stay away from them. Your sister is perfect for him and deserves happiness. Don’t let that childish dream of yours get into the road of them being happy. He’s obviously moved on and so should you Princess” Otto sternly speaks as the two of them look to the couple.

“I lost him once. Now I just lost him again,” The Princess shed a tear as she watched her half-sister get everything she ever hoped and dreamed of.

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: I didn’t specify if reader was Targaryen, but reader is of the blood of Old Valyria as they have their own dragon. 

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ  

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Your wedding was a traditional one, from Old Valyria. The sharing of blood (cut each other’s lips with a fine blade of dragonglass), the drinking of special wine. 

・You both wore the traditional wedding gowns of Old Valyria; white tinged with red that blended to the bodice 

・Rhaenyra knew she was going to marry you the moment you met. But you did not have the same opinion of her. You thought she was haughty and much too hot-headed. 

・And yet, over time you got to know her. You got to know the real Rhaenyra. 

・Your relationship started as a best friends with benefits. It was a secret; sneaking into one another’s rooms and trying not to get caught in the mornings.

・No one was supposed to know but some started to figure it out - Rhaenyra still had the mindset that she was royalty and nothing bad could happen to her. It was an arrogance that Alicent was right about - but every royal has it.

・It wasn’t until you had been sent home that Rhaenyra changed

・In those years you were gone, and where you found Silverwing, Rhaenyra cut a deal with her father.

・Since you had bonded with the mighty and gracious Silvering, the King saw you in a different light. But all he wanted was the best for his daughter. 

・With you having your own dragon, the beautiful mount Silverwing, who was originally bonded to the Good Queen Alysanne. She was known as one of the greatest Targaryen Queens ever to exist and brought about a lot of good change, specifically for women in Westeros. 

・For you to have bonded with Silverwing, she had to see you as worthy. Very worthy. And as a person who was destined for greatness. 

・So, the King knew this as well. Viserys understood how important it was that he keep you close to the council. Because this solidified the fact that you were going to do amazing things. 

・And that meant he had to physically have you close as well. 

・He allowed you back into King’s Landing, to Dragonstone, to anywhere near his daughter

・And your relationship grew.  

・So much so that you had a hidden wedding on Dragonstone, where Viserys named Rhaenyra, Princess of Dragonstone (a great honour). Which gave you a whole castle to do as you pleased. 

・Including secretly getting married. 

・You adore her hair. The length, the colour, the braids the servants create. You got a particularly skilled servant to teach you how to do them

・And then you surprised Rhaenyra by brushing and braiding her hair the next day. She was so happy that she couldn’t stop smiling. 

・You have your own cute relationship with Syrax. Although it’s forbidden for bonded dragon riders to ride other dragons, that doesn’t mean you can’t form a connection with another dragon. 

・Sassy, fierce but affectionate - that’s how you see Syrax.

・And since Silverwing was such an open-minded, gracious and kind dragon (the kindest one there ever was), she never minds when you talk to Syrax

・You never liked the thought of keeping Silverwing in the Dragonpit whenever you visited King’s Landing. But Rhaenyra promised you that nothing would happen. (Not that she couldn’t take care of herself, but you didn’t like knowing that men with pointy spears might hurt her)

・You had a strong bond with your dragon, and it was almost like whenever one of you got hurt, the other could feel it. You wondered if Good Queen Alysanne felt it as well?

𝑰𝒇 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆/𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈:

・Then your marriage between Rhaenyra and yourself is hidden

・Everyone thinks you’re just really good friends 

・And Alicent was very jealous of the relationship between the two of you. It’s what she wanted. 

・So the tension between the Blacks and the Greens grew even more (while you were away - you had been gone a long time. 10 years, and in those years Rhaenyra had her sons with Harwin)

・Laenor knew of your relationship and was happy to play along as the husband in official events 

・You have a different relationship with each of Rhaenyra’s sons. With Jace, it’s a tad stiff, since he’s caught on to the truth. But you’ve asked him if he wanted to meet Silverwing and have a fly with you. The first few times he denied, and Rhaenyra was so upset. 

・But after making him laugh and standing up for him in front of his cousins, he grew warmer to you. 

・And then he agreed and it solidified your relationship with Jace as protector. 

・With Luke, that boy was the sweetest thing to ever exist. He brought both you and Rhaenyra flowers. And often asked to see Silverwing. Even though all three boys had dragons of their own, none were trained like yours. Who was absolutely brilliant with other people. 

・Silverwing is actually a very social dragon and loves to be in conversations and to be doted over. 

・Oh and she absolutely adores being petted, to the point that she has a favourite spot to be rubbed. 

・And little Joffrey, oh he was so young when you first met him. He sees you already as another mother, even if you haven’t said to think of you as that. 

・You had said to the boys - I will always be there for you. I will protect you no matter what, and whatever problems you have, you can come to me. 

𝑰𝒇 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒆/𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒆𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈:

・Then as the same as above, when you were sent away, it was for a long long time. 

・Rhaenyra had her three boys with Harwin, but his place was effectively taken by you when he died. 

・You weren’t like Criston Cole, where you had to have a true marriage to Rhaenyra. You were happy being her ... side piece. 

・But Laenor could see how happy Rhaenyra was with you, how you two would be the perfect King and Queen of Westeros. 

・So, he asked Rhaenyra to help him run away with his lover and make it look like he had been killed. 

・She agreed, only because she loved you so much. 

・When you had heard, you were shocked. Shocked that you weren’t consulted or included. That they had lied to you. 

     “I’m telling you now, though!” 

“But you were sneaking behind my back. And now your aunt has no children!” 

・It took a few days but you forgave her. Only because you realised how far she would go to have you. As her King. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Give Me All Your Love by Alabama Shakes

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

"You wear the pants in this relationship" (You say to Rhaenyra) x "oh I wish, I cannot control you at all" (She replies back)

Two damaged, vulnerable people, swearing to each other no matter what 

Accidental confession during heat of the moment/fight.

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆  

Undying Loyalty

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 🔞 no one under 18 read past this point!

・Your wedding night was like any other - you had been entranced with each other from the very first time you met. 

・Secretly meeting in each other’s bedrooms since you were 18, you knew one another’s bodies well. 

・You knew what the other liked, what names you liked to be called and how you lusted to be touched 

・Rhaenyra liked to be both dominant and submissive; letting you take control, biting her neck as she rode you, doing what she was told, waiting for your commands. 

・And other times she liked to pull your hair and hear her name shouted from your mouth 

・She loves to rut against your body, any part of your body. Especially if you’ve been in a fight, and she wants to make it up to you or wants you to make it up to her. 

・Rhaenyra loves her nipples played with - especially them being sucked and nibbled on. She has the most glorious pink, puffy breasts that you day dream about often. 

・They’re the same colour as her lips, as well as her cunt. On some days you’ll back her against the wall in your bedrooms and widen her legs and pull up her dress

・Once your mouth connects with her sex, she melts and all the worries fade away

[howyouloveyourdragon]

ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ!ʀʜᴀᴇɴʏʀᴀ'ꜱ ꜱᴜɢᴀʀ ʙᴀʙʏ ʜᴄꜱ

pronouns: they them warnings: suggestive, no smut

in this scenario lets say you're Jace's friend from university/college and your struggling with finances so he makes sure you invite you to his parents place every weekend so he knows you're okay and eating well

you become a constant and she no longer has to ask Jace if you're coming over, your place is always set

but one day she comes to collect you both for dinner and she hears you talking to Jace, talking about your struggles to pay rent

she's proud to hear him offer a space at his own place but there's a growing worry in Rhaenyra's gut when you refuse

she knocks on the door and acts as though she doesn't notice your red eyes while inviting you downstairs

it is only after you leave, thanking her graciously as always, that she speaks with her husband Daemon about it and while he shares her sympathies, he isn't concerned, only waving his hand and saying you'll figure it out

so a plan develops in her head that night as she stays awake

she goes out the next day and decides to pick you up as many inconspicuous things as she can starting at simple things like a shirt to replace the one Luke stained with dinner the other night and then a lip-gloss she thought would suit you

she starts slow

and she reaps the benefits the next weekend when you thank her and embrace her in a warm hug, something stirs, something unfamiliar

she only clears her throat and runs a hand through her short hair, asking Daemon to pace the plates around

the next weekend comes and she finds herself excited to bring you the box of chocolates she claimed to gift to Daemon only to find he's allergic to something in them

if we say this is September then it takes until December for her to get you a larger present, excited to see you with them at the holidays

the second your eyes light up, she realises what that stir clutching her heart is and she doesn't enjoy burying it down

she knows her husband sees it to with the sudden interest he displays in you himself

she and Daemon knew when they married that they weren't going to be in a monogamous relationship with the way his eyes wandered over Laena Velaryon who always partook in some of their...activities

they're happy to explore and right now she wants to explore you

her arm lingers around you and stays there as you watch Joffrey help Aegon figure out one of his toys

it's only the night before you are set to leave that she makes her move, creeping to your guest bedroom door at midnight

you open with a flushed face and fidgety hands, smiling up at your best friend's kind mum and pretending the thoughts you had of her were completely pure

her smile grows as she asks how your doing before mentioning she has another gift for you

you invite her in, settling on the bed together as you unwrap the carefully prepared present

you're greeted by a very expensive necklace and cover your mouth with your hand to hold in your surprise

as you splutter your thanks, she chuckles and tells you it's nothing before brushing back your hair and pressing a kiss to your cheek

it surges the heat already there to travel across your face

she leans back but not far, mischief dancing in her eyes as she stares into your, the intimacy growing

"Sweet one" she murmurs throughout the night, dancing her tongue along every part of you until you fold in her palm

she's returned to her room by the time you wake up and you don't have much time before Jace is beckoning you to the car outside

she winks and says she'll see you soon and that's that

you're back in your dorm and trying to forget her while still completing your coursework when suddenly your phone is ringing

"hi darling," is greeting you on the other side with that deep beautiful voice "I thought you could do with a pick-me-up so I made a reservation for us"

Your mouth obviously drops open in surprise but with the gears whirring in your head you don't notice when she hangs up, already on her way

you spend the next half hour pacing and debating who you should call, was this friendly? was she expecting something? reservation where?

the cool knocking on the door interrupts your thought pattern and walks your hesitant steps to open it, peaking your head to see Rhaenyra Targaryen dressed in a detailed black garment and an expensive branded bag hanging from her hand

you open the door wider for her to enter but the shock halts most of your questions

"I found this and thought you would look wonderful in it" she tells you, thrusting it into your arms

she's an impulsive woman, you shouldn't be surprised at her lack of discussion, regardless you change with a frantic mind and when you come out, your blushing at her praise and encouragement

you don't know where she's taking you until you're standing in front of the lavish restaurant and being tugged by her arm to a table

you sit opposite one another and her smile doesn't cease as she seats a packaged bracelet on the table and straightens her posture

"I want you to let me know if it fits or not your style, I kept the receipt, sweet one"

"Why did you ask me here?" You blurt, some suspicion in your tone

she raises her eyebrows and her lips curl. her hand reaches across the table and interlaces your hands together across the table

"I'd like to make an arrangement with you..."

so this focuses more on how the relationship starts but i'll make a part 2 if that is something you would like :)

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Daemon/Rhaenyra Targaryen w/Rhaenyra's Twin!Sister Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)

❝ — 🐉 lady l: this is weirdly long but I needed to get it out of my head! This is based on a concept they sent me a while ago. I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️

❝tw: incest, slight nsfw, obsessive and possessive behavior, jealousy, mention of pregnancy.

❝🐉pairing: yandere!daemyra x rhaenyra's twin sister!reader.

You were Rhaenyra's twin, born a few minutes after her, and because of that, she always had a strong instinct to protect you, to take care of you and she always does. All your life, it was you and Rhaenyra against the world. And this arrangement always left you satisfied, you loved your sister and she loved you fervently in return.

Rhaenyra has always been very persuasive and for as long as you can remember she would convince you of anything; breaking rules, running away, stealing cake from the kitchen and getting into trouble. She didn't care, she valued you deeply and wanted to spend all her time with you.

Aemma and Viserys sometimes went crazy with the two of you being so naughty, but in the end, they always joined you. Aemma tried to be a little tougher with you both, but she always gave in eventually. Viserys didn't even try.

Rhaenyra was very possessive too, because you were her twin sister, she always felt entitled and that you belonged to her. After all, you shared the same womb and were born together, you belonged to her, in a way.

She was always quite bold and direct, and was often reprimanded for it. Rhaenyra knew she loved you more than she should have, but you were Targaryens, according to the traditions of your house and family, there was nothing wrong with her being in love with you. It was just the Targaryen way.

The only problem was that you were a woman. Not for her, that would never be a problem, but for others it would. She couldn't marry you and have you officially and it tore her apart inside.

That didn't mean she hid what she felt from you, because once she knew what she felt, Rhaenyra went to your room, which was next to hers, and confessed to you. It was embarrassing and a little awkward, but she was being sincere and it touched you.

You felt the same way about her too and it was eating you alive not being able to tell her, but she took the first step and you felt grateful. You didn't have any kind of experience, but you knew some things. The first kiss was sloppy and a little awkward, but it was understandable given the lack of experience between the two of you, but it was a precious moment,

You just kissed and hugged for a while, not knowing how to proceed. Until Daemon returns to King's Landing after winning the war in the Stepstones. You always liked your uncle, even though he caused a lot of trouble, he entertained you. And the feeling was mutual.

Daemon knew there was something between you and Rhaenyra, he very quickly noticed the looks and subtle touches you exchanged. It wasn't something platonic, he knew that and he wanted to know more.

During the night of Daemon's return, you had gone to Rhaenyra's room, as you always did, and there you found, along with her, some clothes left by your uncle and a note. Although your mind was full of doubts, you changed and followed your sister, who seemed excited for some reason.

Meeting up with Daemon, you explored a bit of King's Landing and before you knew it, you were in a brothel. You observed your surroundings with curiosity and interest, men and women doing intimate things.

When Daemon kissed Rhaenyra, you felt mixed feelings; surprise and jealousy being the biggest one. You would maybe scream at him when he kissed you, his experienced and strong lips yours, leaving you weak. You felt a desire rise within you.

His touches were strong and good, he knew what he was doing and you felt numb as he explored your body with his hands. Rhaenyra watched everything curiously. But something had changed inside him, as Daemon decided to stop touching you and left you and Rhaenyra alone in the brothel. You wanted to kill him here.

You and Rhaenyra returned to the Red Keep, sneaking out so you wouldn't be found and you both knew you wouldn't be able to sleep after witnessing what you saw. So, it was that night that you went further and had sex for the first time.

It wasn't something shy, but rather intimate. You had no experience, but it was good. Rhaenyra touched your body with care and her tongue loved your most sensitive parts, she quickly learned how to pleasure you. You reciprocated the pleasure as best you could, with your face buried between her legs, eliciting sighs and moans from her.

The following days were tortuous. Viserys had found out about your escapade and Daemon had been exiled and Rhaenyra was forced to marry Laenor. You would also have to get married, but your husband had not yet been chosen. Your sister's wedding was a painful time for you and her, the two of you constantly exchanging glances and Daemon had returned to the wedding, widowed and with your father's very reluctant permission, you and Daemon had gotten married.

After the wedding, you were forced to separate from Rhaenyra and you lived in Pentos with Daemon. You had learned to love your husband and he loved you, so it wasn't bad. Your heart ached to be away from your twin sister, but you were happy with your husband.

Daemon wasn't that bad, at least to you. He was loyal and treated you with kindness and respect, loving every part of you and comforting you when you were in pain. His kisses were more demanding and dominant, just like sex. Although very possessive and sometimes annoying, Daemon took care of you the best way he could.

Daemon had a lot of experience and knew how to please you, his fingers dipped between your legs and his mouth on your breasts or when he was buried in your heat he made you scream with pleasure.

You and Rhaenyra exchanged letters and a few years passed and children were born. You had two daughters with Daemon, twins, and Rhaenyra had had three sons. You met again at your cousin Laena's funeral, and a weight was lifted from your shoulders when she pulled you into a hug and held you, not wanting to let you go.

The three of you found yourself in a part away from all the whining and all the longing was broken. Words were exchanged, mainly between Daemon and Rhaenyra and when there was nothing more to be said, the clothes were removed and you made love on the floor, the longing prolonging the reunion.

Unbeknownst to you, while you were sleeping, Rhaenyra and Daemon met and actually talked. They knew they both loved you deeply and wanted you and were willing to cooperate and the best way was for you to get married in a traditional valyrian ceremony. With the plans made, Laenor was "eliminated".

You were shocked and saddened by your cousin's death, but you felt relieved because it now meant that Rhaenyra would be free.

During one afternoon, you, Daemon and Rhaenyra were married in a traditional valyrian ceremony, where you could be officially married. You became Rhaenyra's wife and she became yours and Daemon's. Finally you were complete and when the kiss was given, sealing the union, you knew there was more to this marriage.

The wedding with your uncle and sister would prove to be one of your fondest memories after the tragedy that followed over the next few years.

But for now, you would enjoy your possessive and protective husband and wife as much as you could, because only the gods know it won't be for long.

[dr3amfyr-e]

ever protected by the frankincense fumes of her faith, alicent favors jasmine scented bath oil. from the lush gardens of the reach, floral is home — where she takes refuge. jasmine is less offensive and quieter then other florals, and she wears it like a sigil.

consequently, all of her children grown into the same scent pallet.

aegon doesn’t really care. the servants can put whatever oil into his bath that they chose, and he will not protest. jasmine just hasn’t left the warm water since he was a child, bathed in his mothers safety. it mixes with the syrupy sweet smell of grapes and spice, mulled wine, that drips from his tongue when he opens his mouth.

helaena likes the smell of jasmine, it makes her think of her mother — and when her mother was happy. it compliments the earthy scent that sticks to her skin from hours spent in the gardens looking for creatures in the dirt. petrichor and rosemary follow suit, dancing through the smooth strands of her silver hair.

of alicent’s children, aemond is the most fond of the floral scent. jasmine oil flows heartily into the water of his methodical bath. it gives him an obsessively clean scent, mixed with the heavy lye soap he scrubs his skin near raw with.

rhaenyra never favored overly ‘feminine’ scents. if she smelled like dragon and smoke, she was keen to lean into fragrances that covered that. cetalox and amber bear enough ambiguity to cover what she does. the frankincense smoke that sticks in her hair on the worst days revelas more than it covers — a yearning for something lost.

ever his mothers son, jacaerys follows in her amber scented footsteps. warm and heady, sweet spice and patchouli mark his presence. they blend well with the smokey scent he can’t quite scrub from his skin — too much time on dragon back. hair is cherished on dragonstone, and the lavender oil that soaks his curls every fortnight softens the intoxicating fragrance of his being.

cregan is ever bound to the north, the smell of pine trapped in his hair, and under his skin. warm and grounding, cedar wood and vetiver make his embrace even safer, crowing his thick furs with the smell of home.

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viserys — lily, nettle, lavender

otto — oolong, jasmine, mugwort

alicent — frankincense, jasmine, rose

aegon — jasmine, black currant, honey

helaena — jasmine, petrichor, rosemary

aemond — jasmine, lye, leather

gwayne — patchouli, bergamot, satinwood

criston — frankincense, jasmine, allspice

rhaenyra — cetalox, amber, frankincense

jacaerys — amber, patchouli, lavender

lucerys — bergamot, sandalwood, pear

daemon — leather, pepperwood, ambretone

baela — palo santo, pamplewood, amber

rhaena — pamplewood, honeysuckle, blood orange

rhaenys — lemon grass, vetiver, hazelnut

corlys — sandalwood, ammophila, beech

laenor — green patchouli, vanilla, nootka

laena — vanilla, pear, pamplewood

addam — manuka, sandalwood, elderberry

alyn — ammophilia, manuka, sandalwood

cregan — pine, cedar wood, vetiver

alys — elderberry, clay, sage

larys — oakmoss, anise, chamomile