#DAEMON TARGARYEN

[targaryensource]

“This thing is easily done,” said the captain of his guard. “The prince sleeps beside her, but he has grown old. Three men should be enough to subdue him should he try to interfere, but I will take six to be certain. Does my lord wish this done tonight?” “Six men or sixty, he is still Daemon Targaryen,” Lord Mooton’s brother objected. “A sleeping draught in his evening wine would be the wiser course. Let him wake to find her dead.”

[pygmyharmoset]

When the pile of clothes on the chair in the corner starts looking suspiciously person-shaped in the dark:

[ice-mint]

HOTD HOUSES AU

Aegon is squatting, because he's been thrown out of his mother's house and he'd rather spend the little money he has on drugs and booze than pay rent.

Helaena has money to pay rent but moved in with him because she heard he has a lot of roaches and spiders (they are free roaming! What a considerate owner!) and she doesn't really mind the dirt.

Corlys is currently living at his beach house because Rhaenys threw him out of their shared home (again) after she saw one of his very obvious bastards at his workplace. He hopes she'll forgive him soon (give it three months).

Rhaenys likes fine things, has a different plating arrangement for every occasion and works of art worth thousands. But don't be fooled, her grandkids only managed to make her remove the plastic cover from the couch three months ago.

Jacaerys is currently away at university engaged in a rooming situationship. Neither has discovered yet you can actually fold clothes and that the drawers are there for something. They are half a month away from contracting scurvy since all they eat is ramen noodles, pizza and chicken nuggets.

Rhaenyra enjoys the antique style of her home, it's a family heirloom with invaluable furniture and modern amenities. One benefit is that she doesn't have to take care of the kids while they are lost in the maze of tunnels under the mansion. Daemon also lives there, but the only thing he owns in that house is a bottle of three in one shampoo and his viagra pills.

Alicent's house used to look like Rhaenyra's until Viserys got sick and she started binging the Property Brothers. She thinks a cozzy almost monochrome house is an improvement. The only colour besides earth tones and white allowed in the house is sage green. Yes, she needs 26 cushions on the sofa, she doesn't care it's uncomfortable.

Aemond's house is... concerning. He claims to keep it permanently wrapped up due to OCD but he has also soundproofed it (to sleep better). His neighbours have yet to see anyone leaving (he has no friends).

Enter at your own peril.

Baela and Rhaena have managed to rent a very cossy and spacious apartment. It has a lot of plants, a great location and a sunny balcony. The only problem in paradise is that Lucerys (Rhaena's boyfriend) seems to think he also lives there despite contributing nothing to rent or utilities. He just wont leave, and keeps eating all of their left overs. Baela is, putting it lightly, at the end of her rope.

[hexgirling]

“that character is a war criminal” that character is from a fictional fantasy world and did not attend the geneva convention

[ladyviserra]

daemon targaryen comforting his wife after her dragon dies in the war

The ashes heavily lingered in the air. Once they had flown together, the wind at their backs, the thundering roars of their dragons echoing across the clouds. Now, only Caraxes remained. And you stood, silent, in the scorched clearing where your dragon had fallen.

Your shoulders trembled and he moved to your side. “You should come away,” he murmured, voice low. “There’s nothing left here but smoke.”

You didn’t look at him. Your eyes were on the injured body vast, blackened, still steaming in places. The charred ruins of wings stretched across the scorched earth like broken sails. And the head… gods, the head, with its maw agape in a final cry that never reached the skies.

“She called for me, and I couldn’t— I couldn’t get there.” Your voice couldn’t help but crack in pain. Daemon looked at your hands. They were clenched, nails biting into her palms.

He reached out, at first just to steady you. A hand at her arm. A soldier’s touch. But you flinched like you had been struck, seeing concern in him, you let the stillness seep into you, only slightly.

“I felt her die,” she said, still staring at the ruin of her once glorious flying companion. “It was like… a part of me was torn out. ”

Daemon exhaled, and this time it came from a deeper place than his lungs. He stepped in front of you, not to block the sight. Just to be have more of your attention. Caraxes was raging above them, since she seen your dragon’s fall, she hasn’t let herself be at peace.

“But this,” you whispered, “was more than that. She was with me before I bled. Before I even understood what it meant to be Targaryen.”

Daemon didn’t speak. He only reached up and touched your face, gently. With warmth. Thumb brushing over your cheek, making sure you feel he is there for you.

He leaned forward, pressing his brow to hers. “I’m sorry,” he said at last. Feeling your grief plunge out and pump harder your heart.

“You can hate the war for this,” he added, voice rough. “ But don’t hate yourself. Don’t blame yourself, Y/n. She knew you loved her. She died fighting for you. You know it, love. “

For the first time, your hand lifted, hesitating, shaking, before resting lightly at his chest. Your fingers curled in the fabric.

“I will never fly again,” your words admitted out loud, “

Daemon feared you wouldn’t. Not soon. Maybe not ever. Dragonriders, if they ever outlive their dragons, never take to sky again, with another dragon or with someone else.

He pulled you close and held you tightly. One arm around her shoulders, one hand at the back of her head. And for a long time, they just stood there in the scorched ash and wind.

“You don’t have to,” he said quietly. “Not until you’re ready. And when you are… you will fly with me. ”

[miss-carter]

MILLY ALCOCK feat. MATT SMITH The House that Dragons Built (2024)

[lchufflepuffcorn]

Rhaenyra and Daemon sharing their lover

Poll winner 🥇 Dragon!Hybrid!Targaryens.

Note: Do you guys know just how much 174 is??? Wow. The last poll I did barely had 8 votes. I just want to disclaim that I think people thought sharing in a more NSFW way, and that's not really what I write, so I'm sorry in advance. I will try to give what you want, but don't do in this wanting the most explicite of Smut ever, you might be disappointed...

Warning: Mention of character’s death, mention of depression, mention of polyamory (not polygamy), weird dragon shit. No use of (Y|N), G!N Reader.

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In my headcanon, the only option that makes sense for Rhaenyra and Daemon to share a lover would either be because they had the same preference for a same member of the close relation Rhaenyra had as a child (friend or guard, you know the drill). Or Rhaenyra has taken Laenor’s lover as her own after Laenor’s death and Daemon follow suit because of some weird dragon shit that happens in their brain because dragon magic biology! 

To Daemon, his mating to Rhaenyra made sense. Caraxes and Syrax spirits had an affinity to each other since Syrax’s eclosion. But since Viserys wanted to be stingy, Daemon had no choice but to stay away. He had to watch as his niece, his soulmate, marrying Laenor, her second cousin. Not a bad man, in himself, but the boy was already mated- though the information had been kept very quiet. Laenor was -also- Daemon’s brother-in-law. Since the exiled prince had been made to marry Laena, his own cousin once removed, or was it his third cousin, Daemon couldn’t truly care to keep up at this point. 

The whole thing made for bizarre family banquets, in any case. Daemon and Rhaenyra, mates unmated facing each other at the table, the other husband and wife sitting next to them.  Children scattered around on the chairs surrounding them, guards and ladies-in-waiting standing near the exit of the room and Laenor’s mate sitting at the far end of the table, managing Rhaenyra and -allegedly- Laenor’s children every now and then, rather than engaging in the conversations flying around them. 

And whilst Caraxes used to be angry, envious and betrayed for Syrax, as the dragon spirit and its shifter were, in the other dragon’s opinion, taken for granted, he didn’t want to bite Laenor’s precious pearl’s head off. Maybe it was because of the soft smile Rhaenyra had on her lips when she watched Laenor’s pearl interact with her small and rowdy children, or even how they interacted with his own daughters. Daemon would have to question Caraxes about it later, but for now, the dragon had lowered his angrily guarded walls. 

To Rhaenyra, sharing her space with a man unavailable to her such as her husband was had been a harsh reality to adapt to. Seeing him enjoy the company of another had been hard to accept, until she learn to let you in, too. You’d always been polite, kind, never forcing yourself to be in her presence, nor wanting to overstep. She was a princess after all. You had learned, since you first mating with Laenor, that your position was to stay secret, discreet. She, on the other hand, was raised to flash her relationship, and you understood where that could bring conflict within your, admittedly weird, household. 

It happens quite naturally, with Rhaenyra. It already was somewhat of a grey zone between the two of you when Laenor was still alive. Not romantic, strictly speaking, but not planotic either. There was an affection, that’s for sure. But the bound becomes something more after Laenor’s death. The excruciating pain Rhaenyra feels when you retract to yourself, the loneliness that she feels when you spend the weeks following your mate’s disappearance cloistered in bed, barely living makes Syrax act more than Rhaenyra. 

Dragons are weird, and pity can be powerful. It’s Syrax that start nesting around you after a while, wanting you to feel better, wanting to see you smile again. Caraxes would follow in Syrax’ path days afterwards, to help its mate. And I firmly believe that Rhaenyra would follow Syrax instincts wholly, but Daemon would be more difficult. He would come around it in the end. 

Imagine time!!

It was warm. Too warm. Dragonstone was not a warm kind of place. Murky chilly, heavy, humid, stifling, clammy, and so on, but never too warm. You stirred, under the heaviness of the blankets covering you, battling with it as it stayed unmovable. Something was stopping you from finding a breeze. You grunted, an ache in the small of your back throbbing through your spine. 

“Lua ziry bē, azantys, se nyke pendagon ao ȳdra daor jaelagon īlva va.” Rumbled a gravelly voice, quite in the otherwise silent darkness of your mind. Something snaked around you bringing your back against something firm, and definitely the source of the warmth you were subjected too. Another huff escaped your lips as you tried to open your eyes and face the morning. 

“I–I have no idea of what you said.” You admitted grumpily, letting Daemon nuzzle into the crook of you neck. Your admission made him laugh quietly.  

On your other side the bed dipped under a weight that your blurry vision could only analyse as a woman, dressed in dark red and black, with long white hair. 

“Ivestragī zirȳ sagon, mōrītubis istan qopsa.” Rhaenyra chuckled, an arm passing over your head as she pushed Daemon’s head away from your neck, where he’d started to leave a trail of kisses and small bites. 

Mind still fuzzy with sleep and the overwhelming warmth, your reactions felt sluggish and your coordination wasn’t to its maximum. Yet, you still leaned into Daemon’s chest and let Rhaenyra’s deft fingers run through your hair soothingly. The ache in your lower back brought memories of the night before. 

Kisses exchanged between Rhaenyra and yourself, neck craned as she pressed against your back. Daemon, doing what Daemon did best, his length deep in your warmth, his mouth kissing every inch of your chest as he did. One of your hands on his shoulder, the other keeping rhaenyra’s face close to keep kissing her, like she was the oxygen you needed. 

“Stay with us, Darling.” Your queen chuckled softly, lips replacing her finger on the crown of your head. 

You hummed an answer, nonsensical as it was, lifting your head to smile up at Rhaenyra. Daemon huffed, throwing himself back on his side of the bed, dramatically. This made you chuckle. “Everyone can get kisses, you big fire-pup.”

“Fire-pup, that is an original name you’ve found me.” Grunted the prince, grabbing Rhaenyra’s hand to kiss it. You shrugged at him, snuggling into the duvet once more. 

“I have to call you something, you all have your nicknames.” Perfect and sole logic. Nobody could argue with it. You moved toward a colder spot on the bed, making your spine throb once more. 

Daemon laughed, head thrown back, and Rhaenyra giggled with him. “Of course, Darling.”

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[kudriaken]

Team Black. House of the Dragon fanart.

[laepearl]

| Death of the King, 48 A.C.

Princess Daena, the daughter of the deceased king, was grief-stricken. The funeral was held on Dragonstone and only she and her cousin Princess Raena, with her daughters, attended.

[korkiekenobiconfirmed]

[expectiations]

canon and non-canon but they all make me kick my feet in delight

[seaurchiiin]

maybe in another life

[sekikotakagi]

We are always been meant to burn together. Antill death or the end of our story.

[fulltimecatwitch]

Rhaenys in heaven watching Oscar Tully wipe the ground with Daemon

[jeonwonwoo]

DAEMON & RHAENYRA TARGARYEN HOUSE OF THE DRAGON: 2x04