#daemyra babies
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ammmyturtle · 1 month ago
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Mama Rhaenyra showing off her beautiful baby boy to the court XD
Our sweet but shy baby Aegon: 🥺🥲
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sankta-wraith · 3 months ago
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Not sure if this is common knowledge or not but I just realized that the reason Daemon was looking for eggs in the first place was so that he would have one ready when Rhaenyra gave birth.
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alifeinthewoods33 · 2 months ago
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daemyra-fire · 3 months ago
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Their little baby’s.
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It's amazing how similar children are to them
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mydairpercabeth · 5 months ago
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hoping I’ll find
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a glimpse of us
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whateveryeah · 3 months ago
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Just thinking about how Daemon always wanted a son and Rhaenyra bore him two
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and Rhaenyra always wanted a daughter and Daemon wanted to grant her that wish
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but they lost her….
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Now he thought the woman in his vision is his and Rhaenyra’s future daughter so it seems like in S3 Rhaenyra might get pregnant again which will make their end even more sad. My tragic family. I will never recover from this.
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ammmyturtle · 6 months ago
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🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
I wanted to draw them as one another’s favorite dessert….so I did 🚶🏽‍♀️
[couldn’t choose between blue or yellow so here’s both versions]
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blackvoidspace · 4 months ago
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"Daemon and Rhaenyra share the blood of the dragon. They are restless and chaotic."
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lady-corrine · 3 months ago
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Rhaenyra and Daemon with first-born Aegon, by Gary Gianny
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ammmyturtle · 3 months ago
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The Second Sons
Prince Daemon with his son Prince Viserys XD
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sankta-wraith · 2 months ago
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So I’ve just learned that people are saying that the fact that Daemon wasn’t there while Rhaenyra was giving birth to Visenya means that he wasn’t there when Aegon and Viserys were born either.
This is just baffling to me because the first half of episode 10 was absolutely full of proof that he actually was there for both.
When Jace asks where Daemon is, he seems angry that he isn’t with Rhaenyra. If Daemon hadn’t been present with Aegon and Viserys, then Jace would presumably be used to him not being with Rhaenyra while she’s in labor. But that’s not what we see. What we see is Jace being pissed that Daemon is not there. Now I’m sure that there will be people who say “Oh he just expects Daemon to be there since he’s Rhaenyra’s husband” but Rhaenyra’s first husband, Laenor, wasn’t at Joffrey’s birth and probably (although this isn’t confirmed) wasn’t at Jace or Luke’s birth either, so Jace wouldn’t expect Daemon to be there unless he had been there in the past.
Rhaenyra also seems to expect him to be there, seeing as she literally calls out for him. If there’s one thing we know about Rhaenyra, it’s that she’s proud. If she doesn’t think her husband will be with her while she gives birth, then she’s not going to scream for him for all the castle to hear. But she does. At this point she’s lived in Dragonstone for 6 years, so she probably knows that her screams will echo through the whole castle. The fact that she calls out for Daemon, even though she knows that literally everyone in the castle will hear her, means that she expects him to heed her call, and expectation she would not have if he hadn’t been with her for their previous children.
Even the Small Council seems a bit surprised that he’s not with Rhaenyra. Every time she screams, they kinda look at him like they think he’s about to leave and go to her. Obviously most of them would not have been on Dragonstone when Aegon and Viserys were born, but they still seem to have heard rumors about Daemon staying with Rhaenyra, because they clearly expect him to react in some way. Remember, in HotD/GoT its pretty uncommon for the father have anything to do with the birth, much less be there, so the fact that they seem to expect it from Daemon suggests his presence at Aegon and Viserys' births.
Obviously, Daemon is not present for Visenya's birth (my analysis of that is here) but using that to say that he's a bad father and husband, and then trying to justify it by saying that he wasn't there when his sons were born (when all evidence points to the contrary,) is doing his character a disservice. I'm not saying that him leaving Rhaenyra alone while she was in labor was the right thing to do, but I think people need to remember that the circumstances during which Visenya was born are extremely different from the circumstances when Aegon and Viserys are born. Stop inventing things to demonize Daemon. We get enough of that from Ryan Condal.
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themotherofblood · 11 months ago
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Omg I love your Bloody Baby series! Could I request like an update where maybe reader is in danger and gets hurt and ends in fluff? If anything I would just love more updates 😭😍🥰
you asked and I deliver :)
warnings: blood!! (duh) major injuries, not very realistic but in fanfic so don’t give me a hard time. just lots of gory blood stuff okay :)
synopsis: Nyra and Daemon go out hunting for The Seven, Nyra gets poisoned and ends up hurting baby (badly!) Daemon saves the day,
masterlist | bloody baby series | vampire au
A/N: I’m in hurt/comfort mood.
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There was nothing, they had been at it for a week— shady fuckers never stayed out long enough to leave a scent.
Daemon had to raise a toast to their religious determination for sure, spending over a millennia hunting them— their kind. Wasn’t an easy task to keep up with a growing population, they had another reason for their relentless search this time. A secret that was hidden so well even they couldn’t find it, a possibility of cure from the last Great Weirwood tree.
A tree that should have burnt when the Night King was taken down, but its own powers saved it. The blasted thing was out there, somewhere far north, even modern technology had not ventured that far out and neither could they.
“There is nothing, two weeks and nothing!” Rhaenyra sighs into the phone.
There was news of a deal being struck at a very special kind of apothecary, and if the Seven pokes their heads out now, when they are more exposed then ever. It would have been for a damn good reason.
“We should head home, lingering will do us no good.” Daemon hummed, circling the hotel room where his enemies laid in.
Rhaenyra hums on the other end, a faint sound a zipper rumbles on the other end before she speak again.
“Be careful my love.”
“Always.”
Rhaenyra let go of her phone, picking up her bags to carry them to her car. She missed home, it wasn’t like she could sleep— ever. But she missed the feeling of laying in a soft plush bed with her husband on one end and you in the other. She missed the touch of pure human warmth against her skin, the sound of a beating heart under her.
Her senses however caught a whiff of something else, the deceived tug of something being missing, something looming around the corner bothered her. She froze by the door of the abandoned building, her ears hearing everything from miles away, cars, motorbikes, children crying and a dog howling. Nothing went unheard, just like the distant sound of a thudding heart. Very prominent by the second.
Out of the blue, a hooded man comes at her, too powerful for human but not quite quick enough as she dodges his blow, grunting as she whacks her bag against the side of this man. From behind her, the sounds of gunfire echo, pointed wooden bullets lodge themselves into her back.
Motherfuc—
Painful, effective but not enough to take down a vampire of her calibre. She reaches down to duck more shots, tearing the heel of her shoes and launching it at the person with the gun. The pointed heel launching itself straight in their neck, blood guzzling out of their mouth as the person fell to the floor twitching, succumbing to death.
The second man still taking his shots at her, pushing her hard against the cement walls of the building.
Rhaenyra’s hand curled around his neck, hoping to tear his head off his shoulders.
The man bares his fangs out wide, snarling before digging into Rhaenyra’s throat, pulling a chuck out in the process.
She screams, kicking the man’s knee so hard it breaks— he falls to the floor grunting. A bloody smile to his face as he accepts that he has no way out.
Rhaenyra huffs before plunging her hand deep into his chest, pulling the his frosted red heart out of its cavity, letting his body grey into nothing.
Pain radiated through Rhaenyra’s body as she reached behind to pull the six wooden bullets out of her back, the wounds small enough to stop bleeding immediately but her throat, it was throbbing in pain.
She had to feed, she had to go home. The wound was healing but she hadn’t feed enough for it to heal entirely of its own. She stumbled out of the building, using a piece of her torn dress to stop the bleeding as she some how managed to speed home. The sheer will of not wanting to kill an innocent took her home, to the vast fridge of blood bags waiting for her.
The car seat she sat on was soaked in blood as she grunted out of her BenZ, she looked up to her castle and suddenly her perspective shifted. She turned behind for a moment, her car no longer there but an ornate carriage. She shook her head hard, this time she saw her car.
With relief she stumbled into the castle, making beeline for the kitchens as quietly as she could, she didn’t want to wake you. She didn’t want you to see her like this— you couldn’t cope from the blood and she knew it.
When she opened the doors to the kitchen, instead of very modern stainless steel appliances she was treated to stone walls, massive pots placed on wooden stoves, the aprons of maids hung by the door. She shook her head once more.
Kitchen— her kitchen
She proceeded to rip open the door into her walk in bridge of all the blood she could want, she reached for the first bag closest to her and took a big swig— her pain dissipating for a moment as she rested her hot head against the ice cold fridge shelf. She took two more swigs before reaching for two more bags and exiting the fridge.
She was once again greeted to a medieval stone kitchen. This time she was terrified
What was happening to her
The open wound on her neck began to rip into her, she screamed in agony as she fell to her knees.
The blood pooling around her in the kitchen, she peeled her eyes open, trying to compose herself enough to call for Daemon.
She was still created by an old kitchen and woman she wished she had killed with her own bare hands.
Few feet from her stood Alicent, a bloody smirk on her face and a stake in her hand.
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You woke up to the sound of crockeries rattling, other than a few security detail outside. No one should be home.
You tried to rub the sleep away from your eyes as a certain excitement filled your chest.
They were home
You happily pulled yourself out of bed, wrapping your fuzzy teal robe around you and taking your water cup along with you as you padded down the cold tiled hallway and down the main stairs.
You heard more thrashes, wondering if it was Rhaenyra and Daemon yet again very passionately professing their love for one another. It seemed a hobby of theirs to completely destroy a room as they fucked away their fill.
What you were met with instead was bloody footsteps, dragging from the main doors headed towards the kitchen. This time you were cautious, reaching for the closest silent alarm in the main foyer and picking up an old heavy candle stand. You know you shouldn’t, you should go upstairs and lock yourself in there until help comes, but then you see more blood—puddles of it leading into the kitchen.
You see a hand poking right out from the kitchen doors, as you turn the corner you see your detail, men dressed in black clothes— dead men dressed in black blood soaked clothes.
One body, two body.
When you move into the kitchen, you hear rustling behind the massive kitchen island. You hold the candle stand with both hands in front of you, ready to swing it at whoever was behind it. As you turn another corner, you find silver hair soaked in blood and a distinct red colour of a dress.
“R-Rhaenyra?” You stuttered, fear losing itself so deep in your bones but also concern as she turns to you.
Then you see it, the hefty chuck on her neck oozing blood as she sucked the blood out of one of the dead men meant to be protecting you.
Her eyes are dark, face stained red with chucks of flesh hanging from her lips.
“Wh—“
“Run.”
“L-Let me help you.” You whimpered.
“D-darling I need you to run.” She cries.
“But”
“I said go away!” She screams at you, eyes red and wild.
Tears pour from your eyes as you hesitate, you begin to walk backwards, everything in you wanting to fix Rhaenyra— to be with her until Daemon returns but as you keep walking back. You foot slips in the puddle of blood and you fall backwards, hitting your head at the edge of the island in the process before splashing into the thick red liquid.
Rhaenyra turns to you once more, she was there one moment and she shook her head again.
This time she charges at you, landing on top of you as you push her face away screaming.
“Rhaenyra please!” You cry out, hoping that she is in there somewhere.
You however were no match to her strength, she easily caught onto your wrist— a little pressure from her end and then throbbing pain shot through your arm.
In the moment of adrenaline, you reached next to you, giving Rhaenyra the perfect aim for your jugular. She bites in as more pain shoots up your spine.
This time you catch onto the jagged candle stand and stab her right through the back, Rhaenyra retreats, sitting over you but you don’t hesitate and plunge your weapon straight to her heart.
Rhaenyra freezes, the veins in her body go blue as she crumbles next you, her body grey and eyes life less.
You had no time to witness what you had done, some how without slipping in the pool of blood again you race out of the kitchen and up the stairs into your room and then your closet. Using your entire body to push a white dresser in front of the door before cowering behind the rack of coats.
The aderaline still coursing through your body, you look at your bent wrists, you cry out— the blood covering you and Rhaenyra.
She wasn’t there but—
You killed her
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Daemon had already been driving home, after collecting some more information from his insiders he too shared the same need to lay in the arms of the two women he loved. The streets were dead enough from him to feel the might of his car’s engine as he blasted music.
What caught him off guard however was the security alarm notification that popped up on his watch, if he wasn’t already flooring the gas he sure was now. Racing to get home, Rhaenyra should have been home by now— that gave his heart some comfort but he sped nonetheless.
What he was greeted with was gruesome, cruel. His eyes were seeing things but he couldn’t process them.
Blood to the kitchen and blood up the stairs.
“Rhaenyra!”
“Y/N!”
He screamed, within a second he was in the kitchen. The room stunk of death, the bodies of his hired detail laid scattered across the floor, and in the pile a head of lovely silver hair stained red.
“Rhaenyra…” he sighed, fingers grazing at the iron candle post in her chest.
He placed her body back down, this listening hard for a faint heartbeat that was very much present. He rushed up to your room to find it empty and thuds of your heart echoing from your closet. He pushed against the barred door, huffing unwanting to scare you any further.
“No…no please.”
He heard your weakened cries as he pushed down the door to find you sitting against your long coats, a shawl pressed up against a heavily bleeding wound and your left wrist bent backwards.
Your lips were nearly blue as weakly cried and stuttered.
“I- I killed her.” You repeated over and over again, refusing to be held by Daemon.
Daemon bit into his wrist, letting blood ooze to the surface before pressing them to you lip, almost forcing the liquid into your mouth as you repeated the same phrase in shock.
You sat against him, letting the vampire blood do its work, Daemon could hear your bones realigning as he soothed you with his hands running down your back and nestling your hair. Once healed he effortlessly lifted your limp body and carried you to the bathroom, he placed you on the sink counter. Letting your body rest against the pink walls as he filled your claw tub with warm water.
If you were conscious enough to see it, it tore him from the inside to see you covered in the blood, the faint marks of your still healing wounds and the lifeless pain behind your eyes. His wife laid temporarily dead in the kitchen that he very lovingly made her breakfast this morning in.
He undid the cuffs of his dress shirt, pulling them up his forearms before gently taking off your night shift, he saw more bruising slowly fading away as he deposited you into the warm water.
The sensation seemed to have shot life back into you as you gasped, you looked up at him wide eyed, with so much pain and concern.
“I’m sorry.” Your eyes pooled “I hurt her, I- kill-“
“She’s fine, she will be fine.” He cooed, pulling the hand shower to wash the blood away from your hair.
His fingertips feeling the head wound shut itself as he washed away the remaining blood. It took nearly an hour to wash away all the blood from your body.
You switched from states of sobbing uncontrollably where he would have to stop and calm you and just staring mindlessly at the red water you sat in.
“Sshh, you are safe.”
“You did good, so good.”
“I know it hurts,” he kissed your temple as the last of the wounds healed themselves.
He had plucked you away from the bath, once again dressed and tucked under the heavy sheet of their shared bedroom instead of yours.
Even tucked in, your eyes pooled once more. He didn’t want to do it but he was yet to pick up the pieces of his wife just yet.
His cold palm rested against your cheek as he wiped away the falling tears.
“You have to sleep.” His eyes dilated.
You whimpered and nodded, your eyes soon after fluttering to slumber. He sat there for a moment, listening to your heartbeat and watching as the frown from your face melted away.
This was close, too close. Rhaenyra was indestructible, you however were a dandelion in the breeze.
She was holding back, she was in there. If she wasn’t, you’d be dead and that’s the kind of weight that would destroy Nyra for the rest of her miserable eternity.
Daemon pulled away, locking the doors to his bedroom from the outside before heading down for Rhaenyra.
All he could think of as he pulled the candle stand from her chest and carried her to the Iron Cells was how close he was to loosing everything.
To loosing you.
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Andddd that’s a wrap, I missed writing for this series so much but I crunched it down in one go.
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alicent-targaryen · 1 year ago
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HOTD APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 ▸ Free Choice
(BISHOP!DAEMON x QUEEN!RHAENYRA ▸ Renaissance!AU)
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daemyra-fire · 2 months ago
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I couldn't help myself and wrote a mini story that the new photo inspired me
The Cry of Viserys II
Viserys II does not want to stop crying and Daemon is in charge of helping Rhaenyra to calm him down
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Well I saw this new image where Daemon was comforting Viserys and I saw a comment on Twitter from someone mentioning that Rhaenyra gave babies to Daemon when they cried, so I took a quick moment at work and wrote this, sorry if it has mistakes or if it needs proofreading, it was a quick thing to do. Still, I hope you like a little fluff after the second season, which was difficult.
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slayings · 2 years ago
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“You cannot live your life in fear or you will forsake the best parts of it.”
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queenvhagar · 5 months ago
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Girl I just KNOW Daemon is bad in bed. He only gets it up for family members and little girls and has to groom Rhaenyra her whole life to get with her and then what!
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Does this read as satisfied to you??
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