#daemon's alpha and omega

[lanaisdoe]

THIS. You can see his weakness only ever with Rhaenyra or whenever Rhaenyra is involved...

His whole life SHE always was his alpha and omega.

Only ever to her did he yield.

Only ever for her was he ready to do literally ANYTHING.

[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.”

[emrysflame]

I just posted this a little but a/b/o but what I think each character is.

Rhaenyra- Alpha

Alicent- Omega

Daemon- Alpha

Laenor- Beta

Laena- Omega/Beta

Viserys- Alpha/Beta (could see any honestly)

Aemma- Omega

Otto- Beta

Aegon- Beta

Aemond- Alpha

Helaena- Omega

Daeron- Beta/Omega

Jace- Omega

Luke- Omega

Cregan- Alpha

Joffrey- Alpha

Baela- Alpha/Beta

Rhaena- Omega

Harwin- Alpha

Larys- Beta

Mysaria- Omega

Alys- Beta

Corlys- Alpha

Rhaenys- Alpha

Oscar- Alpha

[klaus-littlestwolf]

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?😂🤣

[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.

[crystallinefevers]

the first time aemond is broken in by daemon’s knot he is a shaky mess of limbs. an exhaustion like never before had swept through him. his muscles at the apex of his thighs ached and twitched. he had bled, but daemon said that was to be expected for his first time. ( he shivers slightly at the memory. [ his uncle’s gruff whisper, the guttural hiss that vibrated low in his chest when aemond couldn’t relax, his inner muscles clenched tight around daemon’s intrusion— a thickness so foreign, so massive it caused tension to ripple across his tight body— and then— the forced thrust that wedged daemon in deeper, sinking in further as a cry ripped free from aemond. his lungs felt on the verge of collapsing, a gush of slick and blood quick to make his entry easier. ] later, aemond sobbed not just from pain, but from the pleasure. from the sensation of being so achingly full it lit every nerve-ending of his on fire— and when daemon’s knot swelled, thickening even further, it melted’s aemond’s mind into a disarray. he no longer belonged to himself. his name was no longer his own, his body taut, possessed, the onslaught of sensation that attacked all of his senses made him into a passive victim. in the end, he whined, rolled his hips in a demanding search for more, even when daemon softened and their joint slick and cum leaked out of him).

[bbygrldaemon]

Worse Things

Chapter 06

warnings - mentions of past child death and mentions of abortion Flashbacks High Valyrian

ao3 | spanish translation | masterlist

Baelon got up from the ground, facing Ser Luthor again, wooden sword raised, ready to strike once more. He advanced slowly toward the older alpha, searching for an opening. The boy lunged forward, swinging his sword to land a hit, but Ser Luthor easily sidestepped the blow. Baelon kept swinging, determined to score a hit, but the guard blocked his every attempt with little effort. With a quick dodge and a sharp twist, Ser Luthor disarmed him, pressing the tip of his own wooden sword lightly to the boy’s neck.

“Keep your guard up, or you’ll make yourself an easy target,” Ser Luthor advised, lowering his weapon.

Baelon sighed, bending down to pick up his fallen sword. “Again,” he insisted, getting back into position.

Ser Luthor chuckled, but before he could resume, a familiar, piercing shriek sounded in the distance. Baelon’s head shot up, scanning the sky for the red dragon. Lowering his sword, he watched as the Blood Wyrm appeared from between the clouds, flying straight toward Driftmark. Caraxes landed on the beach not far from them, and Baelon let the wooden sword slip from his hand as he took off in the dragon’s direction, his gaze fixed on his mother dismounting the beast.

“Muña!” he cried, sprinting toward Daemon. His shout caught the omega’s attention, and Daemon turned, his face brightening at the sight of his 9-year-old son rushing toward him.

“Baelon!” Daemon exclaimed, arms wide as Baelon reached him and flung himself into his mother’s embrace. “My baby, how I’ve missed you,” Daemon murmured, holding him close and gently cradling the back of his head.

“Muña…” Baelon sobbed, clutching his mother’s neck tightly.

Daemon pulled back slightly, cupping his son’s cheek as he gazed into his face. “Never let me make that mistake again. Don’t let my pride take me from you,” he whispered, his voice breaking as tears slipped down his cheeks. “My baby, I love you so much. Look at you—you’ve grown,” he said, kissing Baelon’s forehead and drawing him close once more.

“Muña, I love you,” Baelon whispered, burying his face in his mother’s chest, gripping his black doublet tightly, unwilling to let go.

“I love you, my son. So much. I’m so sorry; please, forgive me,” Daemon choked out, pressing his face into Baelon’s hair, breathing in his familiar scent.

“There’s nothing to forgive, muña,” Baelon murmured, soothing his mother. “You’re here now.”

Ser Luthor approached the family, looking down at them with a small smile. “I don’t mean to interrupt, my prince, but I think you should go inside and rest. You must be exhausted.”

Baelon pulled away from the embrace, looked up at Daemon, and froze, his eyes widening. “Your hair!” he exclaimed, staring at him with a shocked expression.

The omega chuckled, running his fingers through his now short hair. “Yes, I just—I don’t know.”

“You look pretty, muña,” his son praised, looking up at him with sparkling eyes.

Daemon smiled, bending down and kissing Baelon’s forehead. He stood up, took the young alpha’s hand, and they walked up to Driftmark castle, with Ser Luthor close behind them. Once inside, they were greeted by his cousin Rhaenys, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore a simple red and black, long-sleeved, off-the-shoulder dress, adorned with a golden necklace and gold hanging earrings.

Surprising the omega, his cousin brought him into a firm embrace, whispering in his ear how glad she was for his safe return. They had never been close; they were too far apart in age. Rhaenys had always gravitated more toward Viserys, as they were closer in age and both alphas. Meanwhile, Daemon was seven years younger and an omega, so they hadn’t had much in common.

Though they still weren’t close, even in adulthood, Rhaenys had become more attached to the omega during her second pregnancy. Daemon didn’t really know why, but he didn’t push her away either. Deep down, he felt she somehow needed the closeness. This became clearer after she gave birth, as the hours of labor had nearly killed her.

It was well known that, though capable, female alphas were not as suited to the birthing bed as omegas. Nevertheless, Rhaenys had been adamant about marrying Corlys Velaryon, a beta. This decision had displeased King Jaehaerys, who even suggested a marriage between her and Daemon. The five-and-ten girl had swiftly opposed the match, and after her insistence, the old king reluctantly granted his blessing for her to marry the Sea Snake.

Daemon admired his cousin’s determination and stubbornness; she always got what she wanted. He had even applied her techniques—standing firm and refusing to budge in his demands—on various occasions. Sometimes it worked, but other times it hadn’t, especially with Rhea, who would swiftly raise her hand at any sign of disobedience from him, making him change his mind.

Rhaenys pulled away from their embrace and, with a smile, beckoned Daemon and his son to join her for lunch. At first, Daemon wanted to refuse, too exhausted from his journey. But when his cousin mentioned that there would be various assortments of meat, he agreed eagerly. He didn’t know why, but he had recently been craving meat, going as far as eating nothing else for three days during their battles in the Stepstones until Corlys urged him to stop, fearing the omega would get sick on the battlefield.

They ate with Rhaenys, and when they finished, she asked a servant to show Daemon to his chambers. Once there, the omega fell onto the bed and drifted off almost immediately, without taking a bath or even changing his clothes.

Baelon gazed sadly at his mother’s sleeping form, examining his pale face and the scars that were visible now. He noticed there were new ones but tried not to worry too much, as the omega always advised him. He let out a deep sigh before approaching the bed and kissing the top of his mother’s head, brushing his hair out of his face. He gently covered him as best he could with the bed’s blankets, and with one last look at his mother, he left the room.

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“No!” Daemon screamed, horrified. “No! That’s not—no, I’m not—I can’t be.”

“All the symptoms are there, my prince,” Maester Kelvyn replied in a calm voice, careful not to upset the omega further. “Of course, we can’t be completely sure until you start showing.”

The prince turned away from the older man, sighing loudly in exasperation. “No, I—how long would you say?” he asked, already knowing the answer but needing to hear it.

“Around a month, maybe a little more,” the maester informed him. Daemon closed his eyes and rubbed them, feeling a headache forming. He had hoped his suspicions were wrong, that he wasn’t pregnant and it was merely a fleeting illness. But the maester had just confirmed it for the third time—he was indeed with child again. Deep down, he’d known; the daily nausea and constant craving for meat had been undeniable signs.

“Maester Kelvyn, I have a request, but I’ll need you to be discreet,” the omega finally said, looking directly at the other man.

“I know what you’re about to ask, but I’ll have to deny your request, my prince,” the beta replied, holding his hands behind his back and standing straight, almost proudly.

“Why?” Daemon asked through gritted teeth, feeling anger bubbling up inside him. He was seconds away from throttling the maester to get what he wanted.

“I cannot provide anything to help you terminate the pregnancy without the alpha’s permission,” the maester said, turning to his worktable. “If you wish to end it, you’ll have to ask for Lady Laena’s permission so I can—”

Daemon felt a pit form in his stomach, his heart pounding faster. “What? How do you—” He got closer, pointing an accusatory finger at the beta. “If I find out you told anyone else, or that you informed either Laena or Corlys, I’ll make you regret it.”

“There’s no need for threats, my prince. What happens in this room will always stay in this room,” the maester said, trying to calm the omega down.

“It better,” Daemon muttered, casting the maester one last glare before turning and leaving the room. He made his way outside toward the beach, where he knew Baelon would be with Ser Luthor. Subconsciously, he rubbed his stomach, trying to calm himself, aware that his scent was intensifying and not wanting his son to worry. The image of his niece, Rhaenyra, flashed through his mind, a hopeful feeling stirring within him, but he quickly suppressed it; now wasn’t the time for his omega heart to indulge in fantasies of a love that would never be.

In the distance, he saw Baelon and Ser Luthor practicing sword fighting with wooden swords. His son had asked to be trained shortly after their arrival at Driftmark. Daemon had taken it upon himself to teach him the basics, but while Baelon progressed in his lessons, he seemed to hold himself back. When Daemon asked him about it, Baelon confessed that he didn’t want to hurt him, so he restrained himself. Even after Daemon assured him he couldn’t cause serious harm, Baelon still refused to use his full strength. Finally, Daemon relented and asked his sworn sword to take Baelon under his wing.

Though the omega hadn’t been present for the past three years, Ser Luthor kept him informed of his son’s progress through letters sent by raven. Baelon had also made it a habit to describe his days at Driftmark in great detail. Daemon didn’t mind; it made him feel as if he were there with his young alpha, rather than on the battlefield fighting a war he hadn’t started but was duty-bound to end.

He approached the pair with a small smile on his face. Both alphas continued their heated duel, not noticing him yet. In a display of impressive swordsmanship, Baelon dodged another of the guard’s attacks. With a swift twist of his wooden sword, the younger alpha disarmed Ser Luthor, pointing the weapon at the guard’s throat to prevent him from retrieving his own.

“I win, again,” Baelon boasted smugly, a smirk adorning his face. He still hadn’t noticed his mother standing to the side.

Ser Luthor glanced at Daemon with a smirk before refocusing on the young alpha. “You have indeed, my prince.”

Before Baelon could respond, Daemon cleared his throat loudly, catching the nine-year-old’s attention. “It’s not polite to boast, little dragon.”

“Says the king of boasting,” the older alpha teased under his breath, still smirking.

“But Ser Luthor has told me all about your years participating in tournaments and jousts,” Baelon countered, crossing his arms over his chest. “About how you’d win and go out of your way to mock your opponents.”

Daemon sighed and shot the guard a glare. “Do as I say, not as I do,” he said, moving closer to Baelon and ruffling his hair before leaning down to kiss the top of his head. “You should take a break; you’ve been going at it all morning. Come, join me for lunch.” He extended his hand, and Baelon took it, following him inside.

“Fine, but we’ll continue later,” Baelon said, casting a look back at Ser Luthor before turning to his mother. He studied Daemon for a moment before frowning. “You’ve gained weight.” He brought his free hand to the omega’s belly and rubbed it slightly. “It suits you. You were too skinny before; Elinda used to say so all the time.”

Daemon felt a pit form in his stomach once again, and he gulped, unsure how to respond. Fortunately, Baelon didn’t seem to expect one; he simply continued walking alongside him, unfazed. But Daemon felt a sense of dread, a feeling that time was running out. He had to find a way to rid himself of the babe or escape before anyone found out. If he were honest with himself, he disliked the latter option. Running would have been his first choice once, but now he had his son to consider, and he didn’t want Baelon to live a life of fleeing from his mother’s mistakes. It wouldn’t be fair to him.

There were other options, but the thought of marriage made Daemon feel sick. He didn’t believe Laena would be like Rhea—she had a gentle soul and didn’t seem capable of harming a child. Yet marriage felt like a prison sentence; he would be shackled to a wife, no longer Daemon Targaryen, but Laena Velaryon’s omega husband. And there was another reason, one he was reluctant to admit to himself, yet couldn’t ignore: she wasn’t Rhaenyra, and that thought frightened him.

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One week later

A familiar red dragon was seen flying toward King’s Landing, its shrill cry echoing off the walls of the bustling city. The sound interrupted the small council’s intense discussion, and upon his younger brother’s arrival, the king called for an urgent meeting in the throne room.

As everyone in the Red Keep gathered, Rhaenyra slipped in, hidden within the crowd. Even amidst the mingling scents in the room, she could always pick out her uncle’s—the sweet scent of her omega.

Prince Daemon Targaryen entered the throne room, his son Baelon Royce following behind him along with his sworn sword, Ser Luthor Largent. Rhaenyra’s eyes widened as she took in her uncle’s appearance. His hair was cut short now, and a crown made of bones sat atop his head. It suited him well. She watched him approach the Iron Throne, where her father stood waiting, a frown on his face.

The omega smirked as he neared his brother, but before he got too close, a Kingsguard stepped forward to block his path. Daemon extended his hand, displaying the Crabfeeder’s sword. “Add it to the throne,” he said, tossing it onto the floor and meeting Viserys’s gaze with a silent challenge.

The alpha king regarded his younger brother for a moment, then descended the steps slowly. He placed a hand on the guard’s shoulder, gently pushing him aside to stand face-to-face with Daemon. “Do you call yourself a king now?”

“After defeating the Crabfeeder, the people in the Stepstones named me King of the Narrow Sea,” Daemon replied, lowering his gaze slightly in submission. “But I know there is only one King.” He removed his crown and knelt, offering it to his brother.

Viserys studied his brother’s bowed head, then glanced around the throne room. His gaze landed on his daughter, who was watching Daemon intently from the side. His frown deepened, but he quickly softened as he looked back at his kneeling brother. He took Daemon’s hand, helping him stand, then drew him into a rough embrace, allowing the omega to lean his forehead against his shoulder.

“Come, brother, there is much to celebrate,” Viserys said, sliding his hand to Daemon’s lower back and leading him out. On their way out, he extended a hand to Baelon, who had been quietly following his mother. The king gave his daughter a sharp glance, irritation flashing in his eyes before they left the room.

They gathered in one of the gardens beneath the grand Weirwood tree. Daemon watched his son prance around with his younger cousin, Aegon, smiling with a soft, nostalgic ache in his chest. Turning his attention to Viserys, he listened as his brother recounted tales of their youth with a smile. Alicent sat beside him, nodding along with a polite smile. Daemon’s attention shifted when he noticed Rhaenyra approaching with a forced smile, her hands clasped behind her back.

“Congratulations on your victory, uncle,” she said warmly, her scent curling around him, causing him to straighten slightly.

“Thank you, princess,” he replied, noticing from the corner of his eye how Viserys scowled at his daughter. This reaction from his brother confused Daemon, though he gave nothing away. Viserys ignored Rhaenyra, carrying on with his stories as if she were not there. Annoyed, Daemon glared at his brother, but the king paid him no mind.

Even Alicent, a beta, seemed to sense the tension. She seized a pause in the conversation to interject, “Perhaps Prince Daemon would like to see the new tapestries brought from Essos.”

The king eyed her before bursting out in laughter. “Would you like to look at the new tapestries?” he asked mockingly.

Daemon felt an unexpected irritation at his brother’s dismissive treatment of his wife. “I’d love to see the tapestries,” he replied with a smile to Alicent.

Viserys gave him a disbelieving look, then rolled his eyes. “It’s an omega thing, I suppose,” he muttered, turning back toward Rhaenyra with a smug smile.

“I wish to see the tapestries, as well. I’ve heard they are quite beautiful,” the younger alpha interrupted.

Viserys’s face fell, and he rolled his eyes once more. “Fine, go on then—go admire the boring tapestries.” He waved them off dismissively, turning to the table where food and wine were spread, pouring himself a full cup of wine.

Daemon smiled at Alicent and Rhaenyra, gesturing for them to lead the way. He didn’t care about the tapestries but wanted to spite his brother. Alicent’s grateful smile softened him, and she led the way inside. Daemon signaled Elinda to keep an eye on Baelon before following the women through the Red Keep.

They came to a stop before a large tapestry adorning one wall, its colors and design indeed striking. Alicent continued guiding them, enthusiastically pointing out each piece as Daemon and Rhaenyra nodded along as if genuinely interested. Eventually, they were called back to the throne room for a grand banquet in honor of the rogue prince’s return.

Various alpha lords and sons tried to make an impression on the now widowed omega, but he ignored their advances, focusing his attention on his son and niece. Rhaenyra seemed in good spirits, despite her father’s evident irritation. She kept casting sidelong glances at Daemon, but though he felt her gaze, he gave no acknowledgment.

As the evening wore on, Elinda escorted Baelon to his chambers. Daemon wished to go as well, feeling tired, but Viserys insisted he stay—the celebration was for him, after all. He couldn't refuse his brother even if he wouldn’t admit it.

Daemon remained at the table, eating cake and chatting with Rhaenyra. She smiled at him often, seeming to hold back something each time they changed topics.

At last, the king stood to make an announcement. “Thank you all for joining us today to celebrate my brother’s victory and return,” Viserys said, gesturing to Daemon with a smile. “But this is not our only cause for celebration. I am pleased to formally announce my daughter’s engagement to Laenor Velaryon, heir of Driftmark.”

“What?” Rhaenyra exclaimed, scandalized, as she stood and faced her father. “But you said—”

“Rhaenyra!” Viserys interrupted, grabbing her arm and pulling her closer. “Not here. We’ll talk later,” he whispered sternly.

“But—”

“We’ll talk later,” he repeated through clenched teeth.

Daemon watched them, discomfort building within him. He longed to leave. Rhaenyra sighed, falling back into her seat, tears welling in her eyes. The banquet soon ended, and as Viserys and Rhaenyra departed, the scent of anger followed them from the room. Daemon could only watch their retreating figures until they vanished from sight.

“You told me! You promised me I could choose my own match!” Rhaenyra screamed as they entered the council room.

Viserys sighed, rubbing his temples as a headache began to form. “I did promise you, Rhaenyra, but you have rejected all the suitors. There are no more candidates left in the realm for you to marry, so I took it upon myself to find you a match.”

“In Laenor Velaryon?” She rolled her eyes, fixing her father with an incredulous look. “He’s not only an alpha, but he’s also only attracted to male alphas!”

“A match with an alpha strengthens your claim, Rhaenyra,” the king reasoned, holding her gaze with a stern expression.

“Strengthen my claim? How can my claim be strengthened without heirs?” Rhaenyra mocked, as if her father were oblivious—which, in her eyes, he was.

Viserys frowned at her mocking tone, looking away. “You can have heirs, but you’ll have to birth them yourself,” he replied, stepping closer.

“Female alpha pregnancies are among the most dangerous! Are you truly asking me to take that risk—for what? Status?” she exclaimed angrily, her scent laced with irritation. “I already had an omega in mind!”

The king ran a hand through his hair, exasperated. “And who would that be? Daemon? Gods, Rhaenyra, you need to get over this infatuation!”

“It’s not an infatuation!” she retorted, her frustration mounting. “We’re destined to be together. I can feel it—whenever I’m near him, his omega calls for me.” Her eyes began to well up with tears, which she fought to hold back.

“Enough, Rhaenyra!” Viserys’s voice hardened with anger. “Even if it’s true, Daemon is damaged goods. The realm’s lords would riot if the heir to the throne married a tainted omega.”

“How can you speak of your own brother that way? A tainted omega? What does that even mean?” Rhaenyra demanded, stepping closer to defend Daemon. “If a marriage would strengthen my claim, it would be with Daemon. An omega like him by my side would deter anyone from challenging me.”

“I only speak the truth. Daemon has been married and pregnant twice already,” Viserys explained, attempting to reason with her. “He’s not pure. What would people say about your husband already having been ‘dirtied’ by another alpha?”

“Damn what the lords think! I want Daemon’s hand in marriage!” she shouted, her scent intensifying with each word. “What of you? You can remarry because you’re an alpha, but he cannot?”

“He can remarry; I will arrange an engagement with a lord from a lower house who won’t mind his past. But he will not marry you. Rhaenyra, you are the heir to the Iron Throne.” Rhaenyra glared at her father, disbelief etched on her face. She couldn’t fathom that he would speak of his own brother this way. Not only was he undermining Daemon entirely, but he was also planning to marry him off once again.

“And because I’m the heir, must my happiness be sacrificed?” she murmured, tears slipping down her cheeks.

“As the heir to the Iron Throne, you must make sacrifices,” Viserys said firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Rhaenyra searched her father’s eyes, looking for a hint of reason but found none. “And what sacrifices have you made?” she whispered angrily. “Because as far as I can tell, all of your sacrifices involve someone else ruining their lives to please you or to increase your power.” She loved her father, but she knew he wasn’t a good king. Daemon knew it. Her mother had known it. They all knew that his incompetence would one day bring disaster upon them. She could only hope she was strong enough to stop it. “So tell me, Father. What good have you done for the realm, besides stripping those you care about until they’re hollow and then demanding more?”

Viserys was silent, his face etched with hurt, but Rhaenyra didn’t care at that moment. “What have you sacrificed?” she finally yelled from across the room. When he still offered no reply, she left the council room, leaving the king alone.

Rhaenyra tried to get as far away from her father as possible, wandering without any particular direction until the familiar, sweet scent of her uncle caught her attention. She followed it, arriving at the small garden where the Weirwood tree stood. She stopped to gaze at Daemon’s back; he was standing in front of the tree, eyes closed, head slightly tilted upward. She couldn’t help but admire him. Her uncle was a beautiful creature; no matter how many times she looked at him, he was always a wonder to behold.

Daemon had been a highly sought-after omega before he was betrothed to Rhea Royce. Even after his marriage, bold alphas continued to seek him out, hoping to catch his attention. Viserys had always found it strange why his little brother, who behaved like anything but a typical omega, was so popular among high-house alphas. But Rhaenyra understood. Even though Daemon had never acted submissive to an alpha, his beauty made up for it.

She remembered thinking how lucky anyone who won her uncle’s heart would be, and then she found herself wishing that lucky person could be her. The truth was, it had always been him. If it had been up to her, she would have had her father annul Daemon's marriage to that terrible alpha and married him herself in a traditional Valyrian ceremony right after her first rut. She would have helped him raise Baelon as her own, giving him the happy and fulfilling life he deserved.

"Will you stay there all day staring? Or is there something you want to tell me?" Daemon’s eyes were now open, watching her with a small smile.

She stiffened slightly, caught ogling her uncle, but relaxed when she saw his beautiful face smiling at her. “I can’t say I had anything particular in mind. I was just admiring the view.”

He chuckled, glancing down, and she noticed a very faint hint of pink dusting his cheeks, which made her smile widen. “You seem distraught. I’m guessing your conversation with my brother didn’t go well.”

“Right as always, uncle.” Her smile faded a little. Daemon always knew when she was in a bad mood; even if she tried to mask her scent, he could read her like an open book. She believed it was due to his motherly instinct, even though her father claimed he had none. “My father seems content to sell me off to whichever lord has the biggest castle.”

The omega stared at her for a minute before looking down slightly, smile dropping completely from his face. “There are worse things to be sold for,” Daemon said, looking into her eyes. She could see all the pain he had endured—pain caused by her father and that council of leeches. He turned to leave, but she grabbed his arm. After so many years apart, she wasn’t letting him go so easily—not this time.

“Don’t leave me, uncle,” she whispered, barely audible. “Not again.”

“Rhaenyra…” Daemon didn’t turn to face her, his head hanging as he exhaled softly.

“Don’t.” She stopped him before he could say anything further. “Stop trying to deny it. I know you can feel it too.” A surge of anger built within her, frustrated by Daemon’s stubbornness.

The omega turned to face her with a small frown. “I don’t know what you’re talking about—”

“Enough of that! You know exactly what I’m referring to.” She was getting irritated, her recent fight with her father only adding to her exhaustion. Fighting with Daemon wasn’t something she wanted, especially not now, but she was just so tired. “Stop denying yourself happiness.”

“We can’t,” the omega pulled his arm from her grasp, stepping back. “Rhaenyra, we can’t! I’m dam–”

“Oh, don’t start! I’ve already heard it all. I don’t care. I want you, I need you, uncle,” she pleaded, stepping closer and holding both of his hands tightly in hers.

Daemon didn’t pull away, but he avoided her gaze. “I only speak the truth. If you refuse to see it, it’s not my fault.”

“Omega…” Her voice lowered, almost like a growl. “I’m older now; I can give you what I couldn’t before.” Rhaenyra’s voice softened as she tried to convey how much she needed him, but he wouldn’t even meet her eyes. “I know you want this too. Why are you making it so difficult?”

Daemon finally looked at her. “Alpha, I—I can’t. We can’t.” He pulled his hands from her grip, and she didn’t resist, not wanting him to feel caged.

“Can’t what?” She struggled to hold her patience, unwilling to push her omega too far. “Is this about the lords? About me being heir? Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. You’re the only thing that matters to me.” Rhaenyra moved closer to him again. He was still slightly taller than her, but only by a little. She raised her hand to his cheek, rubbing it gently with her thumb. When a tear slipped down his face, she brushed it away and let her scent bloom, trying to soothe him.

Daemon looked into her eyes, his own red-rimmed and filled with sorrow. He leaned forward until their foreheads touched, his hand moving to the side of her neck, caressing it gently. Rhaenyra couldn’t hold back; she embraced him softly, not tightly enough to trap him, and leaned in to capture his lips in a kiss. The omega returned the kiss, hesitantly at first, but then pulled away swiftly, as if regaining his senses.

“Rhaenyra! Stop! You know we can’t.” He stepped away, his red eyes welling with tears. “No matter how much either of us wants this, they would never allow it.”

She sighed in frustration. “Who are ‘they’?”

“Them! The lords, the council… my brother.” He looked down, and the mention of her father brought a hint of sadness to his scent.

“Since when have you cared about any of them?” Rhaenyra couldn’t help but question him. Throughout the years, it had always been obvious to her that her uncle didn’t care about others' opinions of him, let alone those of her father’s small council. She couldn’t understand what had changed.

“Since your safety is at risk!” Daemon exclaimed, exasperated, desperate for her to understand. “Don’t fool yourself, Rhaenyra. You know the small council would never allow you to marry me. The realm would descend into chaos if the heir to the Iron Throne married a used omega!” His voice wavered, a knot forming in his throat. “The realm would never see me as your consort; they would never respect me. Your claim would be seen as illegitimate, and any children I bear would be seen as illegitimate.”

“Daemon—”

“I’m tainted,” he interrupted, his voice laden with anguish. “I’ll always be… tainted. That’s my curse to bear, but I refuse to drag you down with me.”

Rhaenyra let out a breath, her desperation palpable in her scent. “My father wants me to bear children of my own. What good would I be as queen if I died in the birthing bed?”

“You need only two. One for the Iron Throne and one for Driftmark,” he tried to reason, though he hated asking her to risk her life for her father’s ambition. “You’re strong. I know you can do it.”

“I can’t.” Rhaenyra’s voice broke, and Daemon saw her eyes redden, tears pooling at the corners.

“You can, and you will,” he said, stepping closer and holding her hands, trying to make her feel supported. “You’ll have a child with Laenor Velaryon—a legitimate heir with a firm claim. Something I can never give you.”

She shook her head. “You can. I’ll make sure you will, uncle. I need you.” She tightened her grip on his hands. “Please—”

Daemon closed his eyes, letting out a shuddering breath. He hadn’t wanted to tell her, but he felt she should know; perhaps it would even deter her from continuing to pursue him. Deep inside, he had longed to be free of the babe and wished the high lords and ladies weren’t so uptight, so he could accept his niece’s proposal. But that wasn’t the case, and he hadn’t been able to end the pregnancy; he couldn’t hurt Rhaenyra like that. “I’m pregnant,” he finally told her, looking directly into her eyes.

“By whom?” she growled.

“Laena.” He averted his gaze, not wanting to see the disappointment in her eyes.

“How long?” Rhaenyra asked, her tone serious.

“Almost two months,” he admitted, still not meeting her eyes.

There was a moment of silence. Neither of them spoke as Rhaenyra seemed to be deep in thought. Daemon sighed and turned to leave. “I don’t care,” she said suddenly.

“Rhaenyra—” He faced her again, feeling exhausted.

“I don’t care,” she repeated, trying to make her point clear to her stubborn uncle.

Daemon sighed, irritation building in his gut. “Maybe you don’t, but everyone else will. And the moment it’s born, people will know I’ve birthed a bastard.”

Rhaenyra stayed silent, her expression contemplative. “Fine,” she finally said. Daemon exhaled, feeling a sense of relief, though he tried to ignore the pang of hurt at her acceptance. “I’ll marry Laenor Velaryon,” she nodded, and he ignored the pain in his chest. “And you’ll marry Laena Velaryon.”

That made him freeze. “Rhae—”

“Don’t.” She cut him off, grabbing his hands again and holding them gently. “I won’t have my omega’s name dirtied by a bastard,” she said firmly. “You’ll have to marry her and bear her child.” Rhaenyra brought their joined hands to her face, placing a gentle kiss on the back of his hands. “And in that time, I’ll work to become an alpha worthy of you.”

Her last statement made him look at her with wide eyes, the heaviness in his heart lifting. He understood her intentions, but instead of feeling uncomfortable or annoyed, he felt a hopeful warmth bubbling up in his chest. His cheeks flushed, and he fought the wide smile that threatened to appear. “Why?”

Rhaenyra smiled, lifting a hand to his face to softly caress his cheek. “Because I love you.” She leaned closer, and Daemon instinctively backed up slightly, thinking she intended to kiss him again. But Rhaenyra held him in place, letting her scent out to calm him, then leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. She stepped back, a small smile on her face, and turned to walk in the direction of her chambers. “And Daemon,” she called over her shoulder, “It was not a phase.”

The female alpha turned back around, heading toward her apartments with her hands clasped behind her back, resisting the overwhelming urge to turn around and kiss him until they couldn’t feel their lips.

Daemon stood frozen for a moment, his lips still tingling from the brief kiss. His heart was racing, and he couldn’t help the smile creeping onto his face. Snapping out of his love-struck trance, he quickly made his way to his chambers, eager to see his son.

—————————————

Two days later 

The king had declared a week of celebrations for his daughter’s marriage, with tournaments, jousts, and, finally, the wedding ceremony at the end of the week. Guests had started arriving at the Red Keep—lords and ladies from the high houses all over Westeros. The castle was lavishly decorated, and the throne room was meticulously organized for the many banquets that would take place during the week-long event.

Daemon was currently sitting on the far right of the main table, where the husband and wife-to-be’s families were seated. He wore a long-sleeved red doublet with a dark blue-gray sleeveless tunic, adorned with silver clasps running down the front. A black leather belt with metallic accents cinched his waist. His now short, platinum-blonde hair was slicked back. Baelon sat next to him in a similar ensemble to match his father’s, his dark-brown hair left natural, showing off his curls.

He glanced at Rhaenyra, who wore a gown with a fitted bodice, wide structured shoulders tapering to cap sleeves, and subtle gold stitching along the neckline and shoulder seams, accentuating the craftsmanship. A braided gold belt at the waist cinched the dress, with a chain draping down. Delicate gold chains adorned her shoulders as ornamental details, and a gold necklace with ornate medallions lay around her neck. Her hair was intricately braided into an elaborate updo, adorned with small red jewels.

Daemon tried not to stare at his niece, feeling his brother’s intense glare burning into the side of his head. She looked beautiful in her wedding dress—it almost made him wish he had accepted her proposal. He could’ve been the one she was marrying, but instead, she was marrying Laenor Velaryon, an alpha, out of duty, just as he had done years ago.

The main couple walked to the center of the room, hand in hand, making Daemon’s stomach twisted with jealousy. He watched as they danced; Rhaenyra moved with the grace of a swan, leaving the omega in a trance. His gaze shifted briefly to Laenor, and a heavy feeling of anger settled in his heart. After his conversation with Rhaenyra, his omega instincts had been more intense than ever, constantly feeling jealous and possessive when anyone else looked at or spoke to her.

The female alpha twirled around, and her eyes immediately landed on the older omega. A smile graced her face when she realized her uncle was already watching her. She had noticed the faint scent of jealousy clinging to him for the past two days. It made her wish she could run away with him and never look back. Even though she had agreed to marry Laenor, it didn’t mean she wanted to. There was no love between them—she barely knew him—but her father had taken away her chance to marry for love. Viserys knew there was only one person she had ever truly loved, but he refused to allow their union, even though he knew it would greatly benefit two of the people he claimed to love most.

The truth was that Viserys was the king before he was her father and Daemon’s brother. Their happiness and security didn’t matter if it risked the crown’s image. It was insignificant compared to the Targaryen image among the lords and ladies of the high houses, or even among the small council. Even the opinion of that group of leeches held more weight for Viserys than the comfort of his daughter and brother.

When others began joining the couple on the dance floor, Daemon stood up, his gaze set on Rhaenyra. He didn’t know what his intentions were; all he knew was that he wanted to be closer to her. He made his way through the crowd, not bothering to pretend to dance or entertain any of the people who tried to get his attention.

His gaze was still fixed on Rhaenyra, who was still dancing with Laenor, when he felt someone grab his arm from behind. The grip was firm, though not painful. He knew who it was even before he turned around, recognizing the familiar scent of the alpha he had shared his bed with for the past two years.

Turning around, he came face-to-face with Laena Velaryon, who was looking at him with an unreadable expression. “Daemon, we need to talk.”

“I have nothing to say to you.” He tried to pull away from her grip and turn back, but she held on, pulling him closer with surprising strength.

“I know, Daemon,” Laena whispered harshly. Her words made his blood run cold, a pit forming in his stomach and bile rising in his throat.

Daemon tried once more to free himself from the alpha’s tight grip. “I don’t know what you mean.” Finally, Laena let him go, and he immediately began walking away from her, trying to put as much distance between them as possible. He felt sick, anxiety threatening to choke him. His gaze fell on Rhaenyra again, and he quickly moved to reach her.

He could still sense Laena following him, and he quickened his pace. “Stop running away, omega,” she called, reaching out to grab his shoulder.

“Do not call me that,” he snapped, turning to face her, his anxiety shifting to anger at hearing anyone but his niece refer to him like that.

Laena released him. “I know you’re carrying my child, Daemon. Maester Kelvyn told me,” she said, watching his eyes and trying to read his expression.

The omega frowned and looked away. “That lying old man, I—”

“Don’t start. I made him tell me. Besides, I already suspected it—you’re not exactly subtle,” Laena whispered the last part. Daemon looked around, watching the people dancing and laughing, completely unaware of the incriminating conversation taking place beside them.

“I—”

“Marry me. Let’s leave and marry in secret,” the female alpha blurted out, reaching out to grab the omega’s hand. “My father would never let me claim it as my own without a political union. He wouldn’t taint the Velaryon name like that.”

Daemon felt his irritation rising at her words. She really thought he needed her help, as if he were nothing more than a helpless omega. “And why would you assume I want you to claim my child?”

“Daemon…” she sighed, exhausted. “Don’t be difficult. You know what people will say if you give birth to a child out of wedlock.” Her tone was firm, desperately trying to make the omega understand.

He pulled his hand away from her grip and crossed his arms over his chest. “And why should I care?” His irritation was evident, his scent growing slightly stronger and tinged with bitterness. The female alpha tried to extend her own scent toward him, hoping to soothe him, but it only aggravated Daemon further.

“Because she cares,” Laena said softly, subtly gesturing toward Rhaenyra. “It’s not difficult to see, Daemon.” Seeing the omega’s panicked expression, she continued, “I’m not under the illusion that you accepted my company for anything other than convenience.” She stepped closer, her gaze flicking briefly to the royal table before settling back on him. “Daemon, don’t put your and your children’s safety at risk because of your pride,” she whispered, taking his hand gently. She released him and looked into his eyes, silently pleading with him to stop being so stubborn.

Just as Daemon was about to respond, a huge commotion erupted behind him. Both he and Laena turned toward the noise, seeing an ocean of people running, some circling something in the middle. A mixture of strong scents hit him, and anxiety surged within him.

The omega quickly turned toward the main table where Baelon was seated, his gaze scanning the crowd in a panic. Daemon immediately moved toward him. He heard Laena call his name from behind, but he ignored her, desperate to reach his son. He pushed past the frantic crowd, calling Baelon’s name, but the sea of bodies blocked his view.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his arm forcefully and pulled him to the side. Daemon turned to see Ser Luthor, his face set in a grim expression.

"Wait, my son, Ser—"

"Come with me, my prince. Baelon is with Lady Laena," Ser Luthor said, guiding him through the crowd. The guard shoved people aside, always ensuring Daemon’s safety.

Once they were clear of the mass of people, Daemon’s eyes found his son, who was being held back by Laena from charging back into the chaos. As soon as Baelon saw them, Laena released his hold on him, allowing the boy to run and embrace his mother. Baelon launched himself into Daemon’s arms, and the omega pulled him in for a tight hug.

“We need to leave,” Laena said as Daemon approached her.

“No. What are you talking about?” Daemon immediately refused, holding Baelon tighter.

Laena stepped closer, speaking urgently. “My father does not approve. Let’s run away together and marry in secret.”

Daemon didn’t answer. His eyes drifted to the still-panic-stricken crowd, and his gaze settled on Rhaenyra, who was being carried away by Ser Harwin “Breakbones” Strong. The tall alpha had the princess safely on his shoulder, easing Daemon’s nerves just slightly.

“Daemon, do it for him—and for her,” Laena pressed, her hand gently on his arm as she met his eyes with a pleading look. “I want to help you.”

Daemon stared at her, unsure how to respond. Deep down, he wanted to stay by Rhaenyra’s side, but a part of him knew it would be too painful. His eyes flicked to Ser Luthor, who gave him a firm nod. “I’ll follow you anywhere, my prince.”

Daemon looked back at Laena, the decision made at that moment. He nodded, unable to think any further.

Laena let out a relieved sigh and smiled faintly. Without another word, she led him out of the now-silent room, with Ser Luthor right behind them. They encountered Elinda on their way out, who informed Daemon that his and Baelon’s things had already been packed. This surprised Daemon, but a guilty look from Laena made him realize immediately why.

They made their way to the Dragonpit, where they mounted Caraxes. Baelon sat in front of Daemon, with Laena behind him. Ser Luthor and Elinda bid them farewell, promising to meet them again soon. With one last glance at the Red Keep in the distance, Caraxes took flight, veering off in an unknown direction.

As they soared through the sky, Daemon’s mind began to wander. A wave of guilt washed over him—he had left Rhaenyra behind to shoulder the weight of courtly responsibilities. She had explicitly asked him to marry Laena, but Daemon couldn’t shake the feeling that he was betraying her in some way. He longed to go back, but it was too late now. All he could do was hope for the day when they would meet again and long for the happiness that had been taken from him—happiness that, deep down, he knew only Rhaenyra could bring him.

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[blackwood4stucky]

A Discovery of Witches is TOO good. Really gonna have to finish the fic series now. I might even make a sideblog for it since I have no self-control 😅

[marysuehospital]

Hanahaki Hospital Show Summary

In a world slightly slant to our own where every fanfiction trope is reality, Hanahaki Hospital follows the staff of Mary Sue General Hospital as they deal with the usually unseen medical consequences of the fanfic genre’s favorite ways to push people together.  

The story primarily follows Marigold Bloom. A pulmonary specialist born with Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia (CDH), and a predisposition towards contracting Hanahaki disease. The weakened respiratory system caused by CDH means that contracting Hanahaki for anyone would put undue strain that would kill Marigold before she’d have the chance to confess.  

[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.

[elprezident]

Chapter 7 of Watch Out, Boy, She'll Chew You Up (Daemon/Rhaenyra)

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Rhaenyra, Omega Daemon, Canon-Typical Behavior, POV Alternating

Rating: M

Words: 19,700-on going

Summary:

The smell of alpha filled Daemon’s nose, unlike anything he had smelled before. It was heady, thick; the smell of oranges and wood smoke.

At first Daemon thought it was coming from someone in the brothel. There were many bodies—alphas, betas, omegas—all in one room. It was a mixture of a hundred different scents, all indistinguishable from each other, confusing and blinding.

Except for the smell of the oranges and wood smoke—that was clear as day.

OR

History changed the day Rhaenyra presented as an alpha—Daemon just wished he hadn’t been there when it happened. Now he has to deal with the consequences and his own burgeoning desires.

OR

Daemon is an omega. Rhaenyra is an alpha. They find happiness somewhere along the way.

[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. 

...

[disgracedstar]

Does anyone know of any good fanfics about Omega!Daemon x Alfa!Rhaenyra?

[merlyn-moon]

🌍Hotd🌍|❤️Jacegon❤️| A/O/B | Episode 7 Canon Divergence AU

Warning: This idea is coming from someone that has little to nothing knowledge of George R.R. Martins's works, only the fandoms. I've seen some clips from both shows, but never watched a full episode or even read a sentence from any of the books, so be aware of the errors that are definitely going to be in this. I'm just giving an idea for much better fanfic writers to use.

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Omega Aegon had just finished his presentation in his guest chambers when the eye incident occurred.

Due to the presentation enhancing his emotions and clouding his rationality, he runs to his siblings once he hears about it, the Omega inside of him terrified of what has happened to his little brother.

No one besides the Beta guards protecting him knew he was presenting so it was a big shock to everyone when Aegon bursts into the throne room. (Jacaerys was just about to tell Rhaenyra what Aemond said.)

Alicent and Otto were deeply disappointed once they smelled his flowery scent.

Helaena and Aemond become fearful for Aegons life for they knew their grandsire would plan to sell Aegon as a broodmare as soon as possible.

Baela and Rhaena were shocked, they didn't except the drunkard prince to be an Omega. They have the urge to seek Aegons hugs as his scent reminds them of their late mother.

Lucerys thought Aegon was awe-inspiring to have run to his siblings to protect them.

Jacaerys had other thoughts that he didn't quite understand yet.

Rhaenyra was stunned for as an Omega herself, she was upset for not noticing the signs sooner.

Daemon is pleased the family is blessed with another Omega but becomes enraged when he sees Otto's power-hungry eyes. He instinctively places a hand on Dark Sister.

Viserys is dumbstruck.

Aegon ignores everyone and kneels beside his brother, tearing up at the sight of his injury. He tries to send soothing pheromones to comfort him, but since his body was still adjusting to his new Omegan abilities, he was struggling.

Rhaenyra tries to approach Aegon to help him but Alicent yells that she has no right after what her son did to Aemond.

Jacaerys instinctively goes to defend his mother by revealing what Aemond called them.

Everyone starts yelling again as Aegon pales.

Between the screams, the recent presentation, the new hormones, and instincts, and his own mind fighting with itself, Aegon was rapidly descending into a panic attack as he remembers his mother and grandfather's warnings of what Rhaenyra would do to them if they offend her or her children.

"She will kill you to secure her claim, Aegon! She will place Aemond and Helaena on the sword if we allow her to become queen!"

So, without thinking, he places himself in between his mother and sister and literally begs on his knees.

"Have mercy, sister, Aemond is just a pup and doesn't understand what he said! Please, have mercy, he didn't mean any harm! Please, don't kill him, don't kill him, don't kill him, don't kill him, don't kill him, don't kill him-"

Everyone was horrified at the sight of this small terrified Omega begging for his brother's life.

Rhaenyra the most.

Why would Aegon assume she would have their little brother executed?

Alicent tries to silence Aegon but he flinches and pushes her away whenever she touches him.

Otto yanks him by his sensitive nape, causing his grandson to cry out in deep pain.

Daemon immediately pulls out Dark Sister and holds it to Otto's neck.

Screams fill the room as Rhaenyra pulls Aegon into a protective embrace, Helaena, Baela, Rhaena, and Lucerys joining in Rhaenyra's attempts to calm the new Omega down.

As that was happening the Kingsguard were attempting to get Daemon to stand down to no avail.

Viserys then demands Aegon why he would dare think Rhaenyra is a kinslayer, but surprisedly she yells in Aegons defense, saying that he shouldn't be yelling at his son and instead question the obvious source of his fears.

Before Viserys could respond, Aemond quietly says, "We've been taught for years that we are challenges to Rhaenyra's claim, that she would kill us to ensure we wouldn't be threats to her."

Silence.

Alicent looks betrayed. Otto was furious.

Viserys then demands Aemond who's been teaching them this.

After a few moments of tense silence, he finally utters a name.

"Otto."

He knew he was condemning his grandfather, his mother's only living parent, to death, but he didn't care anymore.

He was the reason for mother's paranoia, Aegons insecurities, Helaena's sadness, and his own bitterness.

Otto Hightower was better off dead.

So with the king's permission, Daemon slices the old Hand's head off.

-----

Years passed and things changed. Some good, some bad.

Due to the incident, Alicent became depressed and isolated herself in her chambers, refusing to see any of her children.

The Blacks were still forced to flee to Dragonstone.

But not before Rhaenrya made her father swear to be more involved with his children's lives.

That's when the positive changes begin.

Viserys apologize for neglecting them and their mother, promising to do better.

Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond appreciate the apology but say they need time to forgive him. He accepts that.

Daemon sends trustworthy guards and spies to protect his nephews and niece, along with a maester to help Aegon adjust to his Omegan status.

Aegon grows into an incredibly beautiful and charming young man, a true Targaryen beauty.

Viserys holds a grand feast for Aegons sixteen birthday, inviting many Houses in hopes of finding him a suitable mate, wanting to see his eldest son protected and loved before he died.

Rhaenyra and her family attends.

Jacaerys is awestruck by his uncle. He soon falls in love with his boldness, kindness, patience, and sass.

He presents early in his guest chambers as an Alpha later that night.

Four years pass and Aegon remains unmated, Visery respects his wishes despite declining health and his desire to see him married happily.

Lucerys presents as an Omega at sixteen.

Viserys uses Lucerys's long-awaited presentation as an excuse to call for a family-only feast.

Jacaerys reunites with Aegon at the dinner party. He can't take his eyes off him and his Alpha yearns to mate him.

Aegon blushes as he avoids Jacaerys eyes, attempting to listen to Helaena's rambles to distract himself.

But his Omega was yearning for him, Jaecerys has grown so handsome and he's treated Aegon like he was the most precious being in existence.

Eventually, Jacaerys asks Aegon for a dance and of course, he accepts.

Viserys is delighted. His son has found his mate at last!

Rhaenyra is surprised but happy as well and shares a look with her father, silently promising to talk later.

Daemon and Baela smirk, already aware of their stepson/stepbrother's obsession with Aegon. It was about time.

Rhaena and Lucerys were adorably happy for their brother and hope for nieces and nephews soon.

Helaena claps excitedly while Aemond glares at his eldest nephew, having been fiercely protective of his brother since the incident.

Meanwhile, Jacaerys and Aegon were in their own little world, staring deep into each other's souls.

Jacaerys begins whispering sweet nothings to Aegon, pointing out every beautiful feature about him, from his pale smooth skin, soft curly hair, sparkling purple eyes, and plush pink lips.

(NSFW Ahead: It's going to get heated from here on.)

Aegon was barely holding it together. His knees were shaking and his pussy was desperately clutching for the Alpha's knot.

He wanted Jace so badly.

When the song ends, Jacaerys was about to confess when Aemond pulls Aegon away, spouting some bullshit excuse.

Aegon uses the opportunity to run away, slick trailing down his legs. He prayed Jace didn't smell it.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, he did get a whiff of it. And he wanted more.

Later that night, Jace enters the secret passageways in his rooms to find Aegons chambers.

It wasn't long before he hears Aegons moaning his name and Jacaerys barely holds his Alpha back from ripping the wall open. He knocks instead.

A few yelps and rustles later, a flustered Aegon cautiously opens the wall.

He's beyond mortified and ashamed, having been caught by his nephew masturbating to him.

Before he could explain himself, Jace rasps out. "Continue."

"What?" Aegon asks, eyes wide.

"Continue touching yourself. I want to watch." Jacaerys smirks, lust clear in eyes.

Aegon immediately drops his robes, revealing his leaking breasts and dripping vagina.

Jacaerys groans.

The Omega begins rubbing his clit, like he's done it thousands of times before and the thought arouses Jace even more. He undoes his breeches and masturbates alongside Aegon.

Aegon soon has his fingers inside himself, moaning as Jace strokes faster.

"Moan my name, Aegon, moan it for me." Jace groans.

"As long as you moan mine, Jace!" Aegon moans.

Soon they are moaning each other's names, pleasuring each other without actually touching. They can't imagine how it would actually feel with their own hands on each other.

"Oh, Jace! This feels so much better with you here!"

"You have no idea idea how long I've been waiting for this moment, Aegon."

"My Omega has been yearning for you since you arrived, Jace!"

"So has my Alpha!"

"I think I love you!"

"I love you, too!"

Aegon wails as he climaxes, slick pouring out and pussy pulsing.

Jace follows soon after, memorized by Aegons blissed out expression.

They stay silent for a few seconds before Aegon looks up at Jace and smirks.

"Can we try some other things?"

They spent the rest of the night fucking in every position they could think of, on everything and everywhere.

They were lucky the guards Daemon sent years ago were loyal to Aegon and didn't expose their scandalous night to the family the following morning.

If they did then Aemond would have actually attacked Jace then when Viserys announced their betrothal.

[thequeerbrainrot]

A completely fluffy A/B/O rewrite of HOTD if Rhaenyra had been born an Alpha.

[wlwomegaverse]

I wrote a daemon AU, here's me twisting it with omegaverse:

it's more common for alphas to have predators as their daemons, and omegas to have preys, people tend to believe it's because omegas nest with their pups for days on end and smaller and mess agressive-looking daemons are ideal for that;

betas' daemons tend to reflex how they were raised, and their personality, which side of the alpha-omega spectrum they fall on;

because it's rare for alphas to have small daemons, people get a little weirded out when it happens;

(especially when they're really small and can hide under coats and inside pockets, it takes a hot minute for people to adjust to that);

when a daemon takes a definitive form is very much connected to hormones and pheromones, which means there are cases of daemons incapable of taking a definitive form. of course, they often choose a form and stay like that because it can be comfortable and makes it easier for the pair bland in society;

because a mating bond can be forcebly forged by daemons biting each other, it's common for unmated people to be extra wary of other unmated people in their vicinity;

being allowed to touch another person's daemon is probably the deepest level of thrust and intimacy.