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lanaisdoe · 2 years

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Daemon seeing his wifey Queen make the epic entrance like she did those many years ago, making Otto shit his pants a little again :D

...So it all begins with an extremely nervous Daemon pacing back and forth on the bridge, getting mentally ready for a face off with Otto again

Unlike those many years ago, this time Daemon DOESN'T greet him at all and just stares at him, annoyed. Daemon's just 1000% done with Otto's shit :D

And that's when Otto provocatively asks Daemon about ' where' s princess Rhaenyra?'

and Daemon STILL doesn't answer, but gives Otto a "Just you wait" stare as his wifey shows up right behind him, arriving on a dragon, like those many years ago

he looks up at her, with kind of reverence and worship

he's so proud of her, and so happy, he gives Otto the see THAT, Otto-cunt, THAT'S my wifey and my QUEEN, take that bitch >>>

just look at his PROUD husband little smirk as he's looking at Otto >>

it was like here he felt she was the same chaotic dragon as he was, that they were on the same page, two pieces of one whole

they were there, the two of them against Otto, 'Daemon+Rhae against the world'

he was proud and sure they were gonna destroy the little shit Otto once and for all

Daemon kept constantly checking for Rhae's reaction to basically everything Otto said

^ the disgust on his face when... "drunken usurper cunt of king" - and i will say no more :D

Checking for her reaction again... Daemon understood Otto's game right from the beginning, just like young Rhaenyra did. But older Rhaenyra has more to lose, is now more numb and feels more responsibility, all of which now cloud her vision....

^ Otto right after he's given the Alicent page to Rhaenyra, manipulating her emotionally >>> he immediately shots this look at Daemon, even Otto knew Daemon knew he was manipulating his wife, OF COURSE DAEMON UNDERSTOOD what OTTO was doing, that made him mad, too

But unfortunately Otto's game worked on Rhaenyra this time, and she stopped Daemon... i couldn't bear the devastated disappointed look on his face at that point actually, like a hurt puppy... he was defeated again, this ep 1x10 was mostly just Daemon's losses and him countlessly being subdued when feeling the need to act, and Rhaenyra's numbness and depression, subduing herself...

He just wanted to PROTECT her and THEIR FAMILY, he SAW Otto for who he really was and his manipulations, just like he had once seen through his manipulation of Viserys, but whyyyy was Rhaenyra so blind this time :"(

Anyway, Daemon didn't question it, he turned around and again followed Rhaenyra like a puppy...

It was also kinda heartbreaking as a scene...

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Cuz the overall feeling and emotional storm of this episode 1x10 that was going on on the background the whole time was in my opinion PUTTING OUT/LOSS of Daemon and Rhaenyra's FIRE....:

Visery's death, early labour, baby Visenya's death, Rhaenys's warning of Greens coming for their necks sent Daemon and Rhaenyra both on their own emotional journey and turmoil, and this was probably the FIRST and so far the ONLY time him and her were NOT on the same page, both due to fear:

devastated, broken, empty, scared Rhaenyra... having just lost their baby Visenya, unable to imagine losing others in the upcoming war, refusing to entertain the idea of war seriously, hoping for and deluding herself with peace, refusing to believe Greens would actually want to hurt her or her family (despite Rhaenys openly warning them about this and Daemon having understood that long ago), in her depression and numbness believing Daemon simply liked war and wanted it cuz it excited him or that he'd gone mad, considering his actions and his suspecting of Greens kinda irrational (even before she'd mentioned on several occasions she did not believe Alicent would mean her harm or that Greens would want to kill/hurt them and their family...),

in her inner pain, paralyzed by the recent events she's unable to see through Otto's game, it almost seems like Daemon's need and call for action is tiring her, as if she'd forgotten how horribly she'd been treated by the greens in KL during the 10 year no-Daemon period... Her fire is out and she's just done with everything and wants to rest, closing eyes before any danger despite warnings coming from all sides

and we have a devastated, frustrated, helpless, feeling useless, scared Daemon.... he was fearing his family's doom at the hands of the Greens, he was frustrated about Rhaenyra not wanting to see it, he was furious with her refusing to act when so much was at stake, he knew peace was never gonna be an option and he felt they were wasting valuable time...

he saw that after their baby's death his Rhaenyra's fire was out and he himself was struggling, but they still had A LOT to lose, i think he might've been low-key blaming her for endangering their family by her inactions and feeling useless himself at the same time cuz he wasn't allowed to act to protect them by striking first without her approval either... his hands were tied and he couldn't make her SEE (hence the choking/shaking sense into her kinda scene)...

So yeah...

But thank god, at the end of the ep it seemed like for the FIRST TIME since the beginning of ep 10, Daemon and Rhaenyra WERE FINALLY ON THE SAME PAGE AGAIN, understanding each other and wanting the same thing, I think that was also the symbolism of the two of them, holding hands, staring into the fire together.

"They were always meant to burn together..."

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welldonebeca · 11 months

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ajorrāelagon (4)

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It broke him, at least, and Rhaenyra gasped when he stood, picking her up and throwing her on his bed with fire in his eyes.

Rhaenyra spread her legs, eager, smirking at him like the minx she knew she was.

Daemon inhaled, staring down at her.

"Such an eager whore," he licked his lips. "Ready to be wed and bred."

She spread her legs more, resting her head on the pillow, and he pulled his tunic up, tossing it away, standing naked before her before crawling on top of her on the bed.

Rhaenyra looked placed her hand on his face as her eyes traced his body, littered with scars.

He was one of those who had fought in the war with the titans, for the survival of their generation.

Daemon had slain his own father, Baelon, the beast.

The greatest of the titans, lord of time and of all titans.

He killed them, so she could exist, so that they could be free.

She pulled him closer and put her lips on his, devouring him in a deep kiss.

Daemon's hand moved down to her chest, and she arched it to him as his thumb caressed her nipple, and he pulled back, looking down at her.

"Gorgeous little tits," he hissed. "Want to bury my face in them for so long, lick and kiss them until you cum just from my lips on them."

He pulled away just to take the other breast, and Rhaenyra moaned when his fingers touched her pussy again, parting her seams as his cock stirred on her leg, warmer than anything else she had ever felt.

"I don't know if I want more to hold you on the edge and make you beg or to make you peak so many times you'll unlearn how to speak words," he pushed two fingers in her, already having prepared her for them after the dinner.

Rhaenyea whined.

She had had a share of selfish pleasure already.

"I want you," she pleaded. "Inside me, uncle. Take me as your wife, breed me full of your children."

Daemon licked the middle of her chest, sending shivers all over her as his fingers fucked her slowly.

"My poor bride," his thumb touched her sensitive bud. "You need your groom's cock in you so much you're denying your King the indulgence of making you mad with pleasure?"

Rhaenyra looked at his face, seeing the challenge on it.

"I am your Queen," she reminded him. "I will have what I want, or I'll take it myself."

He smirked, amused.

"Be careful of what you wish for, wife," he tilted his chin up. "Or should I say ñuha dāria?"

Ñuha dāria. My Queen.

"Or what?" she asked, defiant.

But Daemon didn't answer, holding her hips and pulling back, and she gasped when he pushed his cock all the way into her with no mercy.

Rhaenyra nearly screamed a moan when she felt him buried inside her, stretching her walls, filling her so deeply he was everywhere.

"I've made up my mind," he grabbed her hips. "I won't edge you stupid or finger you stupid..."

Daemon pulled back, and slammed into her, nearly rearranging her insides.

"I'll fuck you stupid," he stated. "Stuff you until your little mind is dripping from your cunt."

Rhaenyra couldn't say anything, not that she really wanted to.

He lifted her legs, pushing her legs up until he pressed them to her chest.

"Gorgeous," he moaned.

A pair of shadow hands held her legs into place and another held arms up, and Daemon stopped, watching her face.

Waiting for her, Rhaenyra realised.

"Take me," she begged. "Fuck me, uncle."

His lips curled in a proud smile, and Daemon finally moved, fucking her so hard the stone bed trembled under them.

"Tight cunt," he grunted. "Little virgin goddess, all mine to fuck."

She moaned, her eyes rolling back as he did, and she cried out when his fingers rubbed her sensitive bud.

"Daemon," she moaned.

His lips curled in a silent growl.

"Louder," he hissed.

His finger rubbed her tighter, and she cried in pleasure.

"Daemon," she moaned more, grabbing the sheets. "Please. More."

He rubbed her tighter in the same pace as his cock.

"Adorable little wife," Daemon praised. "Little Queen turned cockwhore for me."

Rhaenyra could barely even think, moaning shamelessly.

"Louder," he commanded. "I want the gods in the sky to hear you. I want everyone to hear my Queen moaning in pleasure for me."

She could feel the knot in her belly tightening, her walls squeezing him inside her, milking him.

They would all know she was his.

"You're going to cum for me, wife?" Daemon teased her. "Already?"

"Yes," Rhaenyra cried, trying to arch her hips to meet his.

It felt so good. He was everywhere.

"Please," she begged. "Please, make my cum. Daemon, please, I need it, I need it, please."

He grinned.

"Of course, my love. I'll make you cum," he promised, slamming himself into her. "Again, and again and again."

Rhaenyra's eyes rolled back as his fingers focused on taking away any sanity she had left.

"Until you're just a little dripping mess and I'm fully and truly satisfied."

She cried loudly when her orgasm hit her and Daemon didn't stop. Suddenly her whole body was being touched and stroked and played and kissed and pleasured.

Rhaenyra came again, and thrice in a row.

She had always indulged in pleasures, even when mother tried to coddle her, but this... this was torture.

Her mind was foggy, floating in her pleasure.

"Daemon," she cried. "Please!"

"More?" he teased her, not sounding close to finishing at all. "You want to cum again, little Queen? Want your husband to make you cum stupid again?"

Rhaenyra slammed her hand down her sheets.

"It's too much," she cried. "Please."

But he didn't stop.

"It's never too much," Daemon affirmed. "You are a goddess, you can take it."

Rhaenyra whined. Yes, she could take it.

She could also take torture with no end, survive everything that could be thrown at her.

But it didn't mean she had to!

"Please," she sobbed.

Rhaenyra could barely think. It was so much it almost hurt her.

Daemon's eyes changed. Softened.

"One more," it was his turn to plead. "Just one more, wife. Can you give that to me, hm? And I'll give you a moment to breathe."

She whined like a bratty child, but didn't stop him, nodding among her cries.

When she came again, he moaned along, and she felt something different inside her. Wet, hot, filling her to the brink.

Daemon's shadows let her go just as he fell on top of her, kissing her lips passionately as he moved his hips erratically.

The kiss slowed down, softening, until he was panting against her lips, and rested his forehead on hers.

Rhaenyra kissed him with pecks, his lips and chin and cheek, as Daemon moved them, pulling her to his chest, cuddling her close.

"My beautiful Queen," he praised, his cock still inside her as she lay completely on top of him.

She smiled, resting on his neck, and opened her eyes when he moved under her, letting out a surprised little sound.

"Look at that," he spoke.

She looked at his face, but he wasn't looking at her, so she followed his gaze.

Flowers on his floor. Four of them, large ones.

"Pomegranate flowers," Daemon chuckled. "One for each time I've made you peak."

Her cheek outrightly burned.

"Oh, gods," she hid in his neck.

He squeezed her.

"Us," Daemon giggled.

He caressed her back, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"I can't wait to fill this entire room with flowers," he promised her. "Until we can't walk on them."

Rhaenyra whined, embarrassed, but the idea made her all eager to do it.

"What if the floor is too covered?" she asked.

He hummed, kissing her cheek sweetly.

"Then we will pluck them, and decorate a room with them," he affirmed simply. "And then we'll fill it all over again."

Oh, she would love that idea.

Rhaenyra nuzzled his neck, feeling Daemon's hand caressing her back in circles as reality slowly set in them.

The pit in her was gone, filled at last.

But they had a long journey ahead. Her mother wouldn't be happy, her father either. Daemon could be right, they could team up and invade their home, try to take her away.

Still, Rhaenyra settled on top of him, relaxing.

Right now, she was his. Everything was fine.

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daemontargaryenwhore · 14 days

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So anyway there was this horse

when he was told Rhaenyra was at a brothel and he went "what of it??" 💀

And when he had the maester bring her the moon tea 😭😭😭 like here’s your plan B sweetie hope you had fun

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agent-barnes40 · 11 months

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The Truth

Daemon X Rhaenyra

Bastard Velaryon!Reader X Aegon

Taglist: @velaena @poisonsage808

"What do you mean, your marrying Kepus?" You asked, your silver hair moving around as you circled your Muna, Rhaenyra. The older woman watched as you bristled. "My father just died and now you are marrying the man that forced you to marry my father!" You snapped, your violet eyes shining in anger as you suddenly stepped back, the realization showing in your eyes. "All of us are bastards, aren't we?" You finally snapped, eyes only hardening in anger. "That's why Rhaenys doesn't like the boys or me. I knew you were fucking Harwin, but Daemon?"

"You let me believe that this was a special occasion? That I was a blessing from the gods, to not turn out like my brothers who got the Baratheon blood!" You snapped, hands shaking as you stepped back more, away from Rhaenyra. "Daemon is my father. That's why the King can't look at me! I look like Daemon!"

Rhaenyra let you let it all out, her gaze hardening when you mentioned Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffery. "You will not talk about your brothers like that!" She chided and you scoffed.

"You let my brothers bond with their true father. Why didn't you let me? I should've had the same respect." You were close to the door and when Rhaenyra opened her mouth to answer, you held up your hand. "I know what you are going to say, That he chose Laena Velaryon instead of hunting you down and killing...."

Rhaenyra watched as you suddenly went paler and gagged. "Daemon killed Laenor, didn't he?" She moved to comfort you and pulled you into her arms. "Laenor died in a tragic accident, and it's not rare for people to remarry, it's a good match between the two of us, Daemon and I." She whispered and stroked your hair.

She didn't want to see your face, as she would see Daemon, the man who is causing her child this much pain. The doors to her chambers opened as Daemon pushed them open with a large grin on his face, expecting to see his newest bride, instead, he saw his niece holding her child and the two in visible pain.

"What happened? Are you two hurt?" He was asking, kneeling down. His hand reached out to push your hair away from your face and saw Rhaenyra's eyes glaring at him, the same burning glare that chased him down in his dreams.

"Get away from me!" You shouted and scrambled away, pushing both him and Rhaenyra away, you hurried to get up and took off, sprinting through the halls of Dragonstone and heading to the Dragon Pit to mount Sheepstealer and started to fly to Driftmark, or hell, King's Landing, whichever place Sheepstealer took you to first. Aegon popped into your head, the two of you were close, and he'd be able to comfort you. He'd be able to make sure you got your time to grieve the life you had.

You didn't know when the rain started but all you knew is that suddenly you were being greeted by dragon keepers and Kingsguard. "Can I please be escorted to The Red Keep, please?" You asked quietly. You were drenched and looked like a wet rat. A Guard wrapped their cloak around you and you shivered, thinking about Daemon and your mother. The guards kept a space away from you as they scrambled to assemble a carriage to take you through King's Landing and up to The Red Keep.

You suddenly lurched and the contents of your stomach left you. The guards came closer and moved you away from Sheepstealer, the dragon grumbled and settled down as the guards moved you into a room with a fire, to warm you up more. Aegon suddenly slipped into the room as the prince was near that part of King's Landing and wanted to check in on Sunfyre, only to find you shivering and soaked.

He kneeled down near you and brushed your hair out of your face. "Everything okay?" He whispered, his hand resting on your cheek, and his eyes meeting yours, and that's when the tears finally started. "M-mother is marrying Daemon, a-and I think something else has happened." You whispered in between hiccups and Aegon pulled you into his arms.

Aegon quickly picked you up and headed for the barely prepared carriage that was sent from the Keep to stay near the Dragon Pit. He got you situated in the seat before settling in beside you. "Tell me. What do you think has happened?"

"I think Daemon killed Laenor." You whispered, and Aegon's eyes widened. "Are you sure?"

"I'm positive, and I think my mother is involved." You said, a small bit louder and sat a bit straighter. "I want to become a ward to The King and Queen. I don't want to be near my mother and future stepfather."

Aegon brushed his hand against your cheek and nods. "I'll talk to them." He presses a kiss on the back of his hand, an indirect kiss to your cheek. You knew you were going to be safe, with him and away from those murderers.

#angst #Daemyra #aegon ii targaryen x reader #House of the dragon x reader #targaryen reader

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ashbandipoot · 2 years

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The Gods wept

#i cant with them #they are so beautiful wtf #let me say that they have god tier chemistry #daemon x rhaenyra #daemyra #house of the dragon #daemon targaryen #rhaenrya targaryen #unhealthy obsession #they are the epitome of angst

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icarusignite · 2 years

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An Eye for an Eye (part 3)

parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / Future parts: MASTERLIST

A/N: Sooo yea guess who has a lab report due this week and yet still spent like most of today on this lol. This fandom has really consumed me like no other. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2124

My darling sweet girl,

I hope you are faring well. These are troubling times to be sure and we all miss your presence here. Lucerys and the boys especially, are always asking after you. They wish you would write to them more often. They all have things to tell you and sometimes the distance feels like too much.

I hope that those at the Red Keep are treating you well. It would pain me to find that they take their grievances with me out on you. Daemon worries that they may execute or imprison you as leverage to ensure our surrender. He insists that we summon you at once, but I shall only do so if you wish it. I do not think Aemond would allow you to be at risk; that boy does indeed care for you. I'd like to believe that Alicent too would ensure your safety, out of love for you, as well as out of respect for the bond we once shared. I know she remembers. She has sent a token of our past along with the terms of surrender. I wonder if perhaps I should consider it; the terms are generous and I do not wish for excessive bloodshed. It is at times like these that I miss your counsel my daughter. Dragonstone is full of men who hunger for war, Daemon included, but I do not wish to rule over a kingdom of ash and bone. What good would I be if my throne was built on the flesh and blood of my people, the very people I am sworn to serve and protect. I also want my children to be safe. I worry for you all. A war would paint a target on all your backs and with you being right there in King's Landing, it is hard to reassure myself of your safety.

The boys are doing well. Jacaerys is shouldering his responsibilities as heir and the younger ones are growing up to be fine boys indeed. I worry for Lucerys though. He is a quiet boy, not as sure of himself as the rest. He is scared to inherit Driftmark, to bear the responsibility I have placed upon him. Perhaps it is indeed too much, the gods know that such positions are quite a burden. I had an interesting conversation with him recently. The sweet boy thinks he cannot be as great a ruler as Lord Corlys. What's more, he thinks that I am perfect. How comical, when these days I feel anything but. He has many fears my dear, and I feel as though maybe I am pushing him too much. I have sent him and Jace as envoys to gather allies. This will make him more courageous I think, to travel on his own more often. I made them swear an oath not to fight anyone. I sent them as messengers, not warriors. I hope that is enough to keep them safe.

Lucerys said he had something important to tell you, he will send you the letter when he returns from Storm's End I suppose. Perhaps you can ease his mind about his worries when you write back. Tell the brave boy that he is capable of the responsibilities I have placed upon him. Tell him that his mother will prepare him as best she can and that his family will always be there to support him. I have told him as much, but he has always listened to you better in most things. I think he took your departure the hardest, so write to him more often my love. I have seen how your letters light up his entire countenance.

I do not wish to force your hand but you are so dearly missed here, although I realize that you hold a great fondness for your husband and perhaps it would be cruel of me to separate you. However, if it is your wish to come home to Dragonstone, I could make the arrangements.

With all my love,

Your mother.

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Aemond crumpled the letter in his hands, guilt clawing at him from the inside. He had always known that Lucerys had been the closest to Daenys out of all her siblings, but he hadn't realized how close that bond it truly was. Perhaps it was because the only sibling he liked was Helaena, and even then, they were not that close. Aegon on the other hand was intolerable even on the best of days. The letter in his hand gave him a glimpse of Daenys's relationship with her siblings, and with her mother. Aemond could not remember the last time Alicent had spoken to him or any of his siblings with such affection.

"I am just going to leave this letter here," he placed it on the small table beside the bed.

“I will never know what he had to say to me. I will never get to write to him again. I will never get to tell him that he would have made a brave Lord of the Tides. I will never get to tell him how much I adored him and it is all your fault,” she whispered fiercely.

“Oh Daenys, you must know how sorry I am, truly,” Aemond responded quietly.

“Your apologies mean nothing to me so cease them at once. You cannot bring him back, can you? No, you cannot, so I do not want any more empty words. He died scared and alone and I just know that his last thoughts would have been of mother. Of how he had failed her. And I will never get to tell him that he could never fail us, not ever.”

Aemond stood to leave, his heart could no longer take the derision she threw his way. Perhaps that made him a coward but he did not care. He could not bear to see the sharp hatred in her eyes anymore, not when she had only ever looked at him with warmth and love before.

Daenys's hand shot out and grabbed his arm before he could depart, her nails digging into his arm.

"Wait..."

It took her a while to gather her words. She wiped away her tears and swallowed her hiccups as she took deep shuddering breaths to collect herself.

"I need to know. I need to know what you said to him last. What his last words were. Is there...is there even a body?" she choked on the last word.

Aemond hung his head in shame, refusing to meet her searching eyes. He could not bear to face the anguish and disappointment in them.

"Aegon told you most of the story in the throne room. There is not much more to it I'm afraid."

"Tell me anyway. I want to hear it from you. Every detail."

"It will only hurt you. I do not wish to cause you more pain."

Daenys smiled bitterly, her fingers digging harder into his arm, although Aemond relished in the pain because at least she was touching him. She was speaking to him.

"You have hurt me enough already. What's a little more? This time I am asking for it. You owe me this much."

Aemond met her gaze and sighed in defeat.

"I was sent there to persuade Lord Borros Baratheon to support Aegon's claim. From her letter, it seems as though your mother had the same idea. She sent Lucerys. It regrets me to say that I let my anger control me."

"What. Did. You. Say. To. Him," Daenys spoke as if each word pained her, her grip on his arm becoming almost deadly.

"I tossed him my knife. Told him that I would not blind him but that he would have to give up one of his eyes."

"And what did my brother say to that?"

"He said he would not fight me because he was here as a messenger only..." Aemond paused, remembering Rhaenyra's letter and how she made him swear an oath to keep peace.

"Continue!"

"I told him I would take his eye out myself," Aemond took a deep breath, "and I called him a bastard."

Daenys's other hand clamped her mouth as she stifled a sob.

"When he left on his dragon, I took Vhagar out after him... and well, you know the rest."

She dropped his arm as if she'd been scalded.

"You called him a bastard?" she accused, "how hypocritical of you. If he is considered a bastard, then so am I, or have you forgotten lord husband? Have you forgotten that you married a bastard, something you consider to be less than human? Or have you perhaps always scorned me for my supposed inferior birth?"

Lord husband. She had called him lord husband and yet her words dripped with venom. He didn't know how she could make what once were his favourite words sound like poison.

"It was an accident I swear it. There was a storm and the visibility was low. Then Arrax breathed fire at Vhagar and she lost control. If Lucerys had just listened, if he had just...,"

"If he had what? Given you his eye. Do not pin this on him or Arrax you pathetic fool. They are dead and you are alive to sit here in front of me and present your pitiful excuses. You are the one who thought it was a good idea to chase them with a war beast. A war beast! They didn't stand a chance," Daenys's voice rose an octave.

"I tried to stop Vhagar. I told her not to but she wouldn't listen. I lost control and I'm sorry ok. I'm sorry I let my bitterness get the best of me and I'm sorry I hurt you!"

"Is there a body? For either of them? Is there anything left?" she squeezed her eyes shut before he even answered, almost as if she knew.

Aemond was quiet for a minute.

"No. I...I only saw parts of Arrax fall from Vhagar's jaws. I did not see Lucerys, I'm sorry."

At the confirmation of her worst thoughts, Daenys's jaw clenched. She too was silent for a moment before a muffled wail escaped her lips.

"Oh, why couldn't you have left him alone? Why couldn't you have let your stupid grudges go!" she wailed. "I would have given you both my eyes had you asked, I promise. I would have given them to you with a kiss and my blessing if you had just asked. How could you be so cruel!"

"He is the one who took my eye, not you! Left me with this hideous disfigurement for the rest of my life. Everyone in King's Landing looked at me with either pity or disgust. None of the ladies at court would marry me!" Aemond roared.

"I would have married you. I did marry you!" Daenys screamed back.

"He made me hate the way I looked, made me fear that even you would be repulsed by me. That one day you would see past whatever affection you held for me and be sickened and ashamed of your scarred husband."

Daenys's eyes turned soft as she looked him over. She reached out and traced his jaw with her fingertips and Aemond froze. He held his breath for fear of scaring her away. Her touch was gentle as she pulled off his eyepatch. A part of him recoiled at that, not wanting her to see it now. Not when she probably hated him and would find him unbearably unsightly. Still, he allowed her to do as she pleased and held still as she traced his scar.

"I have never thought you hideous or repulsive. Never once in my whole life," Daenys said softly, her voice unbearably tender.

Aemond unconsciously leaned into her touch. He didn't know what to say but his heart soared at the possibility that maybe she didn't hate him quite as much as he thought she did. Maybe they could come back from this. Maybe she would forgive him. The gods knew he would do anything to earn her forgiveness.

Eventually, Daenys scoffed and pulled her hand away, "I have never found you unsightly, except for now."

"What?"

"You were right. I do see now, past whatever affection I held for you, and I am sickened and ashamed that you are my husband. But it is not because of your scar. It is because of your actions."

"Daenys..." his voice trembled. His world was shifting, tilting on its axis. He felt like he had been slapped. In fact, he wished she had slapped him, it would have hurt less.

"Leave. I have nothing more to say to you and I wish to be left alone."

Aemond stood hurriedly, scrambling to cover his scar once again. Daenys watched him leave with tears in her eyes. Her heart was in pieces and as much as she hated to admit it, he had taken some of them away with him.

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samuelsamuel-sam · 2 years

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OH WHEN HE GRABBED HER I SCREAMED AND THEN VISERYS LOOKING LIKE WTF IS HAPPENING AHHH

#daemon x rhaenyra #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra x daemon #daemyra #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #i will die for them #ahhh the angst

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-catelynstark · 2 years

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Your kisses are charity

So now I’m well and truly aboard the House of the Dragon train and Hyper fixation has taken hold, I’ve decided to start writing a little again. This is a short and very quick fic I’ve written as I wanted to get something out there but am working on some longer bits and head canons.

Summary: Reader insert fic. Reader is married to Daemon, Daemon likes to fuck from behind so can pretend it is Rhaenyra he’s sleeping with.

A/N - Yes the title of this short drabble/fic is a song by Culture Club.

Warnings: Smut, blood, references to Uncle/Niece incest. It’s a fic where Daemon is pining over Rhaenyra so that’s a given. A little angst from reader pov who is in love with Daemon. If you’re not comfortable with the themes or you’re under 18 please just move along and don’t read.

18+ ONLY - Minors DNI

It isn’t kind, but you crave it anyway the way that those who know their end is near crave the darkness.

The act is mostly devoid of love and still you allow it. Still, you miss his touch when he’s gone. You allow it because it is your duty – this is the lie you tell yourself to make it easier to sleep at night.

Daemon doesn’t mean to be cruel you know this to be true. But it doesn’t mean it hurts any less.

He isn’t a man who gives up easily for he enjoys the game, the hunt, the chase… He’s always the wolf with you as his sacrificial lamb, but Gods he is easy to fall for and the sword he wields to penetrate your flesh so irresistible you can only slide readily onto it.

Tonight, was no different as he fucked you from behind, your hands fisting at the bed sheets and holding them sweat stained in bunches.

“Say it,” he commanded through gritted teeth.

Pride cuts deep and stubbornness was often a force you both fought over. But during this precise battle, Daemon had won. You knew if you did as he asked he would treat you kindly in the end. There was the chance of an ounce of the love and affection you wished he had for you, rather than his all too often sneering contempt after sex.

Against your wishes you spoke the one word that you knew caused Daemon to come undone. It was the one word that gave you power over him even though it’s use coming from your lips was a lie, “Uncle…” you spoke softly but clear so that the word punctured the sickly-sweet air.

You hear him chuckle at the word, encouraged his pace increased along with the pressure of his grip on your hips leaving you with no doubt that there will be bruises in the morning.

His kisses come from behind, so you are rarely offered the privilege of getting to look into his eyes while you get off. This is the price you pay, you got to marry the man you were enamoured with, but you knew he’d never really be yours.

“Yes…my sweet girl, beautiful girl how I’ve waited to have you for my own.”

His grip tightened even more before he released one hand erratically before slapping your right butt cheek, the moan is exactly what he wants from you. Every noise you make is nectar to his carnal drive.

He pulls you up onto your knees so that as you lean back you’re flush to his chest. A hand, rough and still gloved gleaming with blood trails it’s way across your chest. He grabs one of your breasts, pinching a nipple and leaving traces of his kills on your skin.

The blood shouldn’t turn you on, but it does just as you know it gets him going. Daemon Targaryen fucks, but after battle is when he fucks hardest. You can smell it on him, the lives he’s taken the raw stench of copper that will get into the bed sheets and curtains. The smell feels like home now for it reminds you of him and that you aren’t always alone. Sometimes the man you love does pay you visit, sometimes…just occasionally he stays the night.

Daemon places a hand at your throat, he knows how you enjoy this so he gives it to you as a gift. You don’t think on how he wishes it was his nieces throat in his vice grip, fingers digging in where he placed that pretty necklace.

Damnit you want him to mark you so that all of court know you are his and despite the rumours you do share a bed together. Despite the fact you aren’t who he wanted to marry, there is some connection between you that exists beyond duty and the friendship you have thankfully formed outside of the bedroom.

“Say it again.” He breaths hot and heavy in your ear, his thrusts have slowed and you know what this is. You feel him go a little soft inside you and can hear the frustration in his voice as he speaks. You tighten around him, feeling yourself growing closer to orgasm you cannot lose him now, cannot let him down.

“My silver haired girl,” and now Daemon sounds almost sad and pitiful. A man full of regret and want that cannot be satisfied.

“Uncle…fuck me.” You pause, feeling him smile into the small of your back, “Break me, uncle, break my pretty little cunt.”

It isn’t long after the filth spills from your mouth that he reaches orgasm, his final thrusts are erratic, they’re long, fast and oh so deep as he pushes you back forwards into all fours.

Then the worst of it comes when he reaches climax, it’s then he says her name, “Rhaenyra” and every time you hope it will be the one time, he doesn’t the one time when fate will allow you to have this and for him to speak your name. But the time never comes.

You long to tell him and speak of how you feel, explain that this madness he feels due to his love for her is the same madness you too experience with your love for him. How every time he fucks you knowing he’s pretending he is with her is like a knife to the heart.

One day you will tell him. One day. But not today.

Tonight, he stays by your side, after pulling out he collapses on you and you lay side by side in bed, his fingers gently tracing your arm. Lazily he strokes your thighs and makes your knees fall apart for him again as he touches you softly. His thick fingers, gloves now off, slide between your slick folds. Fingers scissoring deep as his thumb rubs circles round your hardened clit. This is your drug, much as her name is his, your drug is him and the charity he shows you.

He kisses you on the lips just once as you reach climax. He remains pressed against you as your hips buck and you squeeze around his fingers, only breaking the kiss as your heart starts to slow.

You sleep together in the bloodied sheets and in the morning Daemon will be gone. You don’t know when you’ll next see him in your bedroom.

This is the price you agreed to, the price to pay for love.

#Daemon Targaryen #House of the Dragon #Daemon Targaryen x reader #daemon x rhaenyra #rhaenyra targaryen #reader insert #daemyra #angst

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ar-feyniel · 11 days

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appreciation!!!

Hey, I am absolutely in love with your daemyra fics. All of them have such interesting plots and are so well written. I get so excited whenever you post an update on AO3 via twitter!!!

My all time favourite so far has got to be “Maybe this thing was a masterpiece (‘til you tore it all up)” just because how angsty and beautifully written it was!!!

Will you be more inclined in writing angsty/depressing daemyra stories??

thank you so much! I love this fic DEARLY, it’s probably my favourite thing I have ever written! I am certainly an angst writer deep inside, and I always have angsty plots on my mind. For now, I have a WIP counting tides, which is a retelling of The Odyssey for Daemyra. It’s angst-filled because of separation and all that, although the true angst has just begun. There is also a one-shot squeeze that deals with the topic of abortion in canonverse.

Thank you so much for your kind words and I am thrilled to know you like my writing! <3

#my fics #writing #daemyra #angst

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lilimuse · 2 years

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some of the last lines in the episode being “they will fear what else we might be capable of” and the way they look at each other afterwards… i’m very unwell

#hotd #house of the dragon #daemyra #i love longing and angst and soulmates

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lanaisdoe · 2 years

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So this Throat thing CONFUSION ... ? The "i wanna choke you but also low-key kiss and eat and have you" kinda execution of this scene? wtf

^ let me just say when we were told there was choking, i was imagining it in a real "i wanna kill you" kinda way - UNTIL I actually SAW IT. . . and i'm more confused than before.

So we got THIS and uhm...... I mean, you DO NOT look exactly like this, if you ACTUALLY seriously wanna choke someone (also, he's only holding her throat/jaw with ONE hand, btw, the other one holding her close to him by her arm). You do not almost touch her forehead with yours in an intimate manner while trying to actually "choke her" at the same time, holding her close to you with your lips almost touching...

This scene CONFUSES the shit out of me, cuz if they wanted to make it him actually wanting to choke her, they failed big time, okay?! - i mean, not sure what Hess's direction was or what Matt Smith wanted to show there (or was it him trying to soften Hess's direction?!) but this looks more like Daemon kinda wants to devour/kiss/crush/or have her on the table near there or ALL of it at the same time ? like her wants to shake her until she remembers, WHO she is, who he is, and who THEY are,...

like... his lips are so close to hers, it's giving a weird confusing message: choking or kissing, loving or hating. (or it was just horribly directed/acted out, with actors/direction having different opinion on what it should be and this turned to be the compromise...?)

Y know this CHOKING scene is like a weird slightly more messed up version of THIS actually:

and then Daemon pushing her off him is kinda similar to him pushing her off him kinda violently back in the brothel when he was frustrated with himself and their overall situation (STILL, with him then proceeding to plead Viserys to let him marry Rhaenyra and repeating that if he could have anything, he wanted Rhaenyra, to take to wife, wed her in the tradition of their house etc. Right after he had violently pushed her off him and left her alone in brothel. (Doesn't remind you of this scene a bit, anyone?)

Again, we have kinda the same thing in ep 1x10 ... there was this kinda choking BS, Daemon frustrated with EVERYTHING, there's frustration and hurt that he was not trusted, not told of the prophecy, then it was probably him thinking Rhaenyra was further endangering them, their family, by refusing to act since he was super convinced of the inevitability of war and the greens wanting their necks (which Rhaenys had actually warned them was the case right at the beginning), and there was his helplessness and fear and frustration and inability to act and he was once again left out of an important family thing and he was like a lion in a cage and yeah well.... we got what we got but PLEASE, i don't think you can say he wanted to hurt her. Cuz if he did, then he also wanted to hurt her at the wedding in ep5 or in the brothel in ep4 which we know was not the case.... still, Daemon is unhinged when hurting and helpless.

Still, the next scene we get with them is our devastated loyal loving supporting husband Daemon coming to inform his love of his life wife of what'd happened... and she knows just by looking at him ONCE.

And there they are, standing TOGETHER, holding hands, by each other's side as they always have. So no guys? they DID NOT magically stop loving each other after one fight. Rhaenyra had witnessed several of the unhinged Daemon excesses so it was not much of a surprise to her... Also, as Viserys once said "Daemon, Rhaenyra, they share the blood of the dragon, they're restless, chaotic..."

So i do not think Daemon magically became an "abuser"... i think these have been his extreme impulses in his most critical on a verge kinda moments all throughout s1. But never once did he actually want to hurt her, mind you.

Still, 1x10 being his absolute most critical moment after all their losses + death all around them + greens after them, the fear of their end/downfall nearing, Rhaenyra reluctant to act, him depending on her word, further realizing his own helplessness... and yeah, we got THAT:

...still, i think they SHOULD HAVE MADE THAT SCENE a little less menacing, change the MUSIC-make it less creepy, and also make Daemon's pain a little more visible afterwards/during it, make him breakdown right there in front of her right after.... for example...... to make it all CLEAR.

But no . This had him look like a violent without reason bipolar madman. I really think Matt did all he could to soften it the way he knew Daemon would... cuz Matt Smith actually understands Daemon, unlike certain Sara Hess.

I still do hate this scene, it's definitely the strangest scene of 1x10 hands down, cuz it's confusing the shit out of me: the need for this scene to be included like this, as well as its general confusing unclear execution.

And I BLAME Sara Hess. Period.

#daemyra #daemyra 1x10 #hotd spoilers #daemon and rhaenyra #daemon x rhaenyra #rhaenyra x daemon #rhaenyra and daemon #daemyra choking #very odd #daemyra forever #daemyra no matter what #daemyra love #daemyra angst #daemyra bond #daemyra dragons

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prayers and stitches

On the night their family turns upside down, Laenor has two very important conversations: one with Jacaerys, the other with Daemon. . . . "I love Rhaenyra." Laenor couldn’t hold himself back, his lips moved faster than his mind. “Like you loved my sister?”

“Dad?”

Laenor raised his head from his phone, Joffrey’s text an appearing and disappearing bubble as he seemed to be processing the whole incident.

He hadn’t even processed it fully yet.

Leave it to Daemon to come around and mess things up to the point the whole family shifted – again. It was like a curse, every time he stepped into Westeros, something happened to change the status quo forever; he could never leave things the way they always were.

"Yes?" Laenor set his phone down.

It was a big hotel suit, but the girls had chosen to share a bed, and his oldest boys were in the same room, but Luke was still in the hospital. In their last call, Daemon had said he was clinging to Rhaenyra the whole time during her own examination, which meant the doctors had to work on both at once, but he never said anything was irreversible.

Jace walked over, barefoot and looking utterly drained, as any child should never be. It had to be excruciatingly tough for him. They had informed Jace and Luke about the divorce just a day after they'd signed the papers, and merely a week later, Rhaenyra and Daemon had decided they would marry each other and live in Valyria. That had been just three days ago!

His oldest son came to a stop in front of him, and Laenor could see how red his face was from crying. Poor Jace – he didn't deserve this much stress.

"I..." Jace mumbled, fidgeting with his hands. "I didn't mean to hurt Aemond."

Laenor exhaled slowly.

He didn’t even know how that had all started.

Their family, their bloodline, was a mess.

“I know, son,” he assured him. “I don’t think anyone intended for tonight to go how it did.”

Rhaenyra and Daemon had initially planned just to inform Viserys that they were relocating to New Valyria and getting married. If it had been up to Laenor, he would have kept the kids on Dragonstone or Driftmark, but Rhaenyra was insistent on bringing them along. And now her arm was slashed, Luke's nose was broken, and Aemond had lost a fucking eye!

Jace moved to his lap and curled around him like a baby, and Laenor embraced him close. It was probably so scary for him to go through that.

He rubbed his back as he cuddled.

"Is Mum going to be alright?" Jace asked, his voice so small and soft that it was nearly muffled.

“Yes,” he told him, not even thinking about his answer. “Daemon called and said the doctors are taking good care of her. She just needs some stitches, she’ll be back soon.”

Alicent was mad, she had to be. To attack Rhaenyra like that, hurt her so carelessly…

People died from wrist injuries! And a broken sword?!

She could have severed an artery, cut a nerve or tendon!

This was aggravated assault, or potentially even worse!

If Daemon decided to share his side of the story, Laenor knew they could push for a charge of attempted murder.

“It’s my fault,” Jace spoke, sounding so sad it almost broke him.

Laenor looked at his son, searching for his face, but Jace remained still, trapped in his sorrow and hiding.

“I prayed to the gods that something happened so we wouldn’t have to move,” he sniffed. “And that mum wouldn’t date uncle Daemon any more.”

He exhaled slowly. Oh, dear, his sweet son.

“Jace...” he spoke slowly. “Sometimes...”

Laenor paused.

He believed in the Valyrian gods and had passed on those beliefs to his sons. That's why he had never married Rhaenyra in a traditional ceremony, just legally; they didn’t want it to be sealed by the gods, not when this marriage was just a legality.

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daemontargaryenwhore · 28 days

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I was a bit iffy that she named her son Aegon, but after some further research I found out Daemon and Viserys had a brother named Aegon who died,So to honor him and the conqueror, they named the babe Aegon and the other Viserys, it was daemons way of honoring his brothers.

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darksvster · 1 year

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temptations high tonight — ➥ e, 6/6, 29785 words 23 years ago, Daemon was exiled from King's Landing after the birth of Viserys Targaryen's firstborn. Rhaenyra grows up groomed and shaped as the heir to Targaryen Dynamic Enterprises, one of the world's top weapons manufacturers and military tech firms. But when her father dies after losing her mother, Daemon returns to reclaim what was taken from him. Nothing goes to plan when he intrudes on a board meeting and catches the scent of his estranged niece. He should hate her — she is his rival. But her intoxicating scent seeps into his soul and he must wrangle with the fact that he's found his mate in the exact person who usurped him.

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a modern a/b/o au where daemon and rhaenyra are mates but have been pitted against each other.

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"Rhaenyra, Daemon still holds a large percentage of the shares of the company. He is just short of a board seat, but we believed that his experience with Bar-Vel and his own consulting agency would —"

"Spit it out, Harrold," she demands, interrupting the man in his explanation.

"You are still young, Rhaenyra," and it's Lyonel Strong who speaks, with his rotund belly and red face. "But with Daemon by your side, you two can make this company stronger than before."

What? Daemon shifts in his seat, leaning forward to get clarity before Rhaenyra beats him to the punch.

"I'm sorry, what? By my side? What does that mean, Lyonel?"

"Well, marriage has—"

But he can feel the wave of irritation roll off of Rhaenyra and now he's sure that everyone else can too because the people in the room shift in their seats uncomfortably. "I've been working here for the last four years, and two before that unofficially. This company is what I live and breathe. What need do I have for a man who hasn't even been in the country for years? A man my own father exiled." She rounds on him, "Do you even know the state of my company?"

"Our company," he corrects and enjoys the way her cheeks flush in anger at him. He takes distinct satisfaction in his advantage over her. "And I've been in this industry about as long as you've been alive. Are you sure you don't need a guiding hand?" His age and experience overshadow hers and the thought of his guiding hands on Rhaenyra cause another riotous upheaval inside of him. Her scent is so faint when she's this far away, but it's still there, like a virus in the back of his mind. It influences and pollutes his every thought.

She tilts her head up proudly, every inch the bratty, spoiled girl he suspects her to be. "Then stay with us as an advisor. I don't need a husband," she says crossly. He wants to roll his eyes again and tell her that, of course, she needs one. She needs a mate, right now she's a child in a room full of men. What will happen when she's in heat? God, the thought actually awakens his cock.

But Harrold speaks up again. "Rhaenyra, our stocks have plummeted since your father died. Investors have been calling and we have contract renewals coming up. A betrothal to Daemon could offer us some reprieve and reassurances to stakeholders."

She looks unconvinced, but the rest of the board is nodding in agreement. And that part of him is in agreement as well. Grasping and eager, it reaches out from within him, as if to crawl across the table to her so it can bury itself in her scent. Mine.

"I'll do it," he says, and the table turns to him in surprise. Rhaenyra almost looks betrayed. "But, it must be a long engagement. You can float rumors to bring up stock prices but no public announcements." He gestures to Rhaenyra, trying to seem unaffected. "I barely know this girl, and I don't know what's happening with this company. Remember, you called me. I can just as easily go back to Bar-Vel or Dark Sister." He tells himself he's keeping his friends close and his enemies closer.

"Then go back, Daemon," Otto snidely retorts. "Rhaenyra is capable of handling this on her own." Ambitious and oily Otto Hightower. It seems now that Viserys is gone, he can sink his teeth into Rhaenyra. Once a leech, always a leech.

There's a moment of silence as he waits for Rheanyra's decision, she seems unaffected by Otto's flattery. Finally, she turns to a third man in the room, an old man with rheumatic eyes and a quavering voice. "Beesbury, what do you think?"

Beesbury is a relic, he was old when Daemon was still the heir to the company, and he was ancient now. The old man looks at Daemon and he feels like he's being examined from the inside out. "Your father treasured this company, and he wanted you as his heir, this is true. But with Daemon at your side, you could become even more powerful than Viserys." Sighing, he strokes his chin in contemplation. "It's worth the consideration, to continue the legacy of your family, which I know is important to you."

He can read the conflict painted on her face, she wants an opposing point of view but none exists in the room. She's being cornered and she doesn't like it. But finally, flipping her hair over her shoulder, she nods curtly. She's trying so hard to look gracious in defeat. "A long engagement," she tells the table, before looking straight at him. "And I will break it if I need to."

#house of the dragon #daemyra #hotd fic #asoiaf fic #daemyra fic #daemon x rhaenyra #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #modern au #omegaverse #abo au #gift exchange #spicy but not insanely spicy #angst #never thought i'd write omegaverse and yet here i am #mine

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