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Chapter 2

They got Sherlocks heartbeat back shortly after his seizures in the trauma room. A nurse was giving John a tour through the ER, explaining their routines to him, when he saw that the young was being pushed towards the elevator, hooked to a portable monitor, vital signs low but stable. He sighed in relief.

“So sad about this man. Brilliant guy, but his drug habit is destroying him. I’ve been working here for a year now and saw him being saved from an overdose two times already. This is the third. Hope he pulls through”, the nurse said, having noticed John’s look and his relieved breath.

“Can’t be that brilliant if he doesn’t know how to take drugs without killing himself”, John muttered under his breath, scolding himself for talking bad about a patient a second later.

“Forgive me for correcting you doctor, but this man is brilliant. He sees things nobody else sees, though he isn’t really shy if his deductions are hurting anyone”, the nurse was showing John towards a supply closet, where they kept spare wound dressings, suture material and more.

“What you mean? Deductions hurting someone?”, he asked, intrigued.

“Well, the first time he came in, it was after some sort of fight or something, He wasn’t unstable, was conscious, just needed to be monitored because he had a concussion. He took one look at me and just knew that my husband was cheating on me. He told me, straight forward. I cried in the supply closet after because I was already suspecting it and simply believed it, now that a stranger also said it” the nurse scoffed and then smiled at John.

“It was for the better tho. Moved out with my daughter a week later and it’s the best decision I’ve made in a long time.”

“I knew his brother in Highschool. The police officer asked me to call him, as soon as we know his status. Could you tell me if there’s any rules on calling family here?”, John asked the nurse, feeling uncomfortable because she shared so much personal detail.

“Not really, doctor. Of course confidentiality but other than that, make sure you know his current status and then you can call. Let’s check his digital file, see what’s going on. shall we?” The nurse, John had forgotten her name, pointed him towards the nurses station.

John signed in to one of the computers and checked the man’s medical file. The neurosurgeon on call wanted to rule out a brain bleed, since the man had hit his head and so he was being brought to an emergent CT.

Cocaine overdoses could cause seizures but so could bleeding brains and it was important to know what caused the seizures to treat it properly.

Looking at the clock, it was about midnight, he decided to wait for the CT results before calling the brother.

After that, he was quite busy, it was a Friday evening after all. Nothing major, just the typical Friday night audience. People who got into bar fights, teenagers who didn’t know their limit on alcohol yet, some firefighters came in after saving a couple from their burning house with smoke inhalations.

The next time John thought about the first patient of the night, it was three in the morning. He sat down with a cup coffee and checked the medical file again.

CT had been done and they had discovered a subdural bleed that needed evacuation. The patient was currently being prepped for surgery. Wasn’t the best point in treatment for a family phone call but John would rather call in the middle of the night than make them wait for news about a sibling. He got the number from the card he kept in his coat and dialed.

“Hello?” A sleepy voice answered the phone. Definitely male.

“Hello. Am I speaking to Mycroft Holmes?” John asked, not wanting to reveal anything before knowing who he was talking to.

“Yes. Who is this? Calling me at this ungodly hour?” The man was more awake now. From his tone John’s could tell that Mycroft was usually the person in charge.

“Hello Mr Holmes. My name is Watson, I’m a doctor at Bart’s Hospital in London. I’m calling you about your brother, sir.” John said, trying to keep his voice neutral to not worry the other man.

“Finally. I’ve been waiting for your call. What took you so long? What’s going on with my brother?”

“Waiting for my call? You know he’s at the hospital?” John was confused. Lestrade had not told him he had called the brother.

“Yes. I am aware he collapsed and was taken to the hospital. So tell me: how bad is it?”

“I can’t say much on the phone but your brother was brought to us with a near-fatal dose of cocaine in his system and a head injury. His heart stopped for a few minutes in the ambulance but the doctors were able to bring him back. From the head injury he got a brain bleed and had a seizure, he is currently on his way to surgery so they can stop the bleeding. He is stable, but we don’t know if his brain and cognitive function was damaged from cardiac arrest or the seizure”

“I understand” the man on the phone sounded less dominant now, more worried.

“If you want, I can call you as soon as I have an update or have someone call you if I’m not available”

“Not necessary. I’ll be at the hospital in 40 minutes” Mycroft Holmes said and hung up the phone before John could say that the surgery may take a few more hours.

Visenya and Aegon.

“the dragon has three heads”

editing by @toadpeee, part of her tarot card collab <3 the full thread is on her twt

Book or series, they are my Roman Empire :

Inksolation # 10 - Rainy

   White and black Ink on black cardboard, A4

I am slowly trying to work my way back into doing art.

Do not post this on other sites/social media or use in any other way without my written permission.

Bath day

just kiss already

I think this speaks for itself tbh but I would like to add that I have absolutely no idea how to draw bees

This is a tragic world. You cannot live your life in fear, or you will forsake the best parts of it.

asoiaf & got characters // pt. XLV - Rhaenyra Targaryen (ver. I, ver. II, ver. III, ver. IV, ver. V)

“Surprisingly, Prince Daemon agreed with his wife. “It is no easy thing for a man to be a dragonslayer. But dragons can kill dragons. I will not throw our dragons against the usurper’s unless I have no other choice. We must fight this war with words before we go to battle”.

fan edit/manip/photo edit | this post on twitter

daemon / rhaenyra fic recs

watched the dragon show, became obsessed, and so here are some daemyra fic recs. original warnings apply. commentary is my opinion; go read and support authors 💗

modern au

potential by stannide

a masterpiece! required reading. this fic is probably a gateway drug, and it will ruin you for all modern aus after. the writing is luminous and intoxicating.

the beauty queen in tears by writingwhatidream

the crown meets a/b/o; there's something so addicting about this world where targaryens are modern royalty with a young princess rhaenyra at uni. the dual-pov is crafted so masterfully. [in-progress]

say my name, say it again by ineedyoursway

the prose is luscious and the story leans into the mafia-esque, age-gap vibes. it's sinister and alluring in the best ways. every single chapter takes my breath away and leaves me stunned. [in-progress]

somewhere in the haze by darkgods

corporate!targaryen is a deliciously fun modern setting, and this one peels back layer after layer. [in-progress]

scattered moonbeams by untouchable

they meet on a dating app after years of estrangement, but of course, it's so much more than that. miscommunication-fueled yearning is a gift.

ruled by siebilant 

they also meet on a dating app, but the prose in this one swelters. it's a push-pull, then take whatever you can get your hands on when it comes to these two.

anything charmtion publishes is poetry, including:

rosemary by charmtion

underbelly by charmtion

into dark, into water by charmtion

dirt nap by charmtion

(this is a non-scientific recommended reading order; the first pair has partners-in-crime family vibes, the second pair has running away-finding each other circularity)

other au

everything darkgods will ever write (consider this list a darkgods shrine), including:

a wing shaped from fire by darkgods

rhaneyra is betrothed to daemon from a young age, and a viserys consumed by dreams steps aside and crowns daemon king instead. one of my favorite characterizations of a young!rhaenyra, in all the fire and spirit she possesses as a dragon. [in-progress]

put down that gravestone by darkgods

this is probably the most beloved fic around the block. surprise, rhaenyra gives birth to daemon's twins after that fateful night in 1x04; daemon returns a decade later and our favorite scheming power couple reunites. [in-progress]

something wretched about this by darkgods

dead dove where king!daemon takes underage!rhaenyra as his ward and takes his tutelage very seriously, but he is very unserious about the extent of his feelings. [in-progress]

kiss my face and tell me i'm the chosen one by darkgods

domestic!daemyra with a brood of over a dozen little targs. after aegon ascends to the throne, rhaenyra retreats as the princess of dragonstone and slowly builds her empire. [in-progress]

a king for a queen | bone of my bone by FormerlyIR (Irony_Rocks)

a/b/o where daemon steals rhaenyra away and one of the story tags is "high valyrian as a love language" so they get it.

i only want your soul by sweetlovedoll

soulmatism, and the doom that befalls everyone in a three mile radius if you try to separate these two.

the tyrant king and his little queen by framboise

daemon targaryen and the boy!obsessed trope, describes how the king is endlessly doting upon his young niece-wife-queen.

the last beautiful thing i saw is the thing that blinded me by pentaghastly

more mythological dragon lore. the only way to describe this is incandescent poetry that drips down the sleeve after the first bite of an overripe fruit.

unwanted consequences by cartographies

we should all be team!rhaenyra begins to pick at the unresolved traumas around marriage and motherhood.

bad religion by stannide

a gorgeous daemon character study that unfolds through the first half of the season.

fix-it universe

crucible by stannide

sometimes we're all mad about the season 01 finale, and other times we read this as a salve for our wounds.



salt by charmtion

in the post-finale, simply unfold and dwell in the tender horror of this poetry.

bloodless by charmtion

daemon and rhaenyra survive the dance, but wounds linger and cannot be washed away.

burning times by lovily

the beautiful ebb and flow of these two losing and finding themselves in each other, hurt/comfort.

list last updated dec 2022

Any massage fics?

Hi Nonny!!

AHHH Not very many, but here’s what I have that I know have massages in them! Feel free to add your own, friends!! <3

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MASSAGES

Random Numbers by songlin (T, 1,671 w., 1 Ch. || Ace Sherlock / Straight John, Cuddling / Snuggling, Massage, Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Post-TRF, Slice of Life) – A collection of moments in the relationship of asexual!Sherlock and straight!John.

20 - Glide by distantstarlight (E, 1,937 w., 1 Ch. || Massages, Healing, Frottage, Friendship/Love, Natural Progression) – Sherlock is in pain so John comes up with a way to help ease it. It leads to a place they were always heading to. Part 20 of 31_Days_of_Porn_Challenge_2017

Your Pain in my Hands by aceofhearts61 (T, 2,984 w., 1 Ch. || Asexual Sherlock / Straight Homoromantic John, Established Relationship, Asexual Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling and Snuggling, Massage, Fluff, Bedsharing) – Sherlock and John comfort each other through physical pain, using massage. Part 13 of A Love with No Name

Uninhibited by 221b_hound (M, 4,293 w., 1 Ch. || Bathing/Washing, Naked Cuddling, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Big Brother Mycroft, Relationship Negotiation, Massage, Sherlock Has a Low Libido, Pet Names) – Sherlock and John have been apart for the first time since Sherlock returned from the dead. Neither of them has had a good day. John’s gets worse when Mycroft comes to Baker Street in Sherlock’s absence to warn John Watson against disappointing his brother by expecting things to change. Mycroft has misjudged things rather badly. But finally he sods off and leaves John and Sherlock to reconnect, to give and receive comfort, and show each other that they are, indeed, perfectly matched. Part 15 of Unkissed

Strings by EstherShapiro (E, 5,267 w., 1 Ch. || Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Massage, Friends to Lovers, Fingering, Anal, PWP) – Sherlock wakes his doctor up. Was this weird? John was sitting on his bed, late at night, rubbing his hands over another man’s body? That was supposed to be weird, right? Then again, this wasn’t just some man, it was Sherlock. They were so used to each other that John didn’t even think to question it. It wasn’t weird.

Corpus Hominis by mycapeisplaid (E, 47,709 w., 12 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Case Fic, Fluff, Romance, Frottage, Angst, Anal, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Spas / Massages, Shampoo, Jealousy) - John knows the human body intimately. He’s had plenty of opportunity for study as a doctor, soldier, and lover. There’s one particular body, however, he knows very little about. When Sherlock launches himself head-first into a new obsession and they get sent on a case in an unlikely location, the pair discovers each other’s bodies with confusing yet delightful (and sometimes hilarious) results.

Guilty Secrets by Ellipsical (E, 55,086 w., 16 Ch. || Drumsticks, First Kiss/Time, Love Confession, Prostate Massage, Self-Sexual-Discovery, Anal, Rimming, Orgasim Denial, Butt Plugs, Cooking, Furniture Sex, Bath Sex, Rimming, Double Penetration, Anal Beads, Dancing, Romance, Tantric Edging, Internalized Homophobia, Case as Foreplay) – John has a prostate exam and discovers something surprising about himself. Experimentation follows. Sherlock wants to help. They’re in love. You know the drill.

Bridging the Ravine by SilentAuror (E, 58,887 w., 3 Ch. || Post S4, Couple For a Case, Bed-Sharing, First Times, Confessions, Awkwardness, Sex Trafficking, Massages, Wet T-Shirt Contest, Group Therapy, Past Loss of Child) – Sherlock and John go undercover at Ravine Valley, a therapy centre for same-sex male couples in an investigation into a possible human trafficking ring. As they pose as a couple and fake their way through the therapy sessions for the sake of the case, it quickly becomes difficult to avoid discussing their very real issues. Set roughly six nine months after series 4.

The Wedding Garments by cwb (E, 105,390 w. || Alternate Future AU || Alternate First Meeting, Dating / Arranged Marriages, Romance, First Kiss/Time, Heavy Petting, Cuddles, POV Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn / Falling in Love / Dev. Rel., Nervous/Anxious Sherlock, Jealous/Cranky, Hiking, Vacation Homes / Honeymoon, Sherlock’s Family, Horny John/Sherlock, Patient John, Massages, Hand Jobs, Assassination Plots, Hand Jobs / Oral Sex, Case Fic, Emotional Love Making, Bath Time Fun) – This is the story of a young consulting detective who wants nothing to do with marriage and an army doctor who wants to find true love. It’s 2020 post-Brexit England and the British government is encouraging arranged marriages. Candidates meet through state-run agencies and date in hopes of finding love (and tax benefits). Sherlock doesn’t need or want a spouse, at least not until John Watson shows up. Hesitant to give in to his more carnal urges because of the way they derail his mind, how will Sherlock progress toward the more intimate aspects of a relationship? The answer lies in a very special wedding gift.

Daemon, his personality, his fireblood, it wasn't like him to stay to be Rhaenyra's lover, while his children bore the name Leanor.it just wasn't an option. and the only way for her was to get completely away from her, appeased by the water that calmed the fire.

My Daemyra Fics 🖤🔥❤️

WIPs

ain't nobody hurt you like i hurt you - rated E, chapters 1/4, ~3200 words, modern au, porn with some plot, in which Daemon & Rhaenyra cheat on their respective spouses with one another

i got a bad desire (baby i'm on fire) - rated E, chapters 7/?, 32290 words, modern westeros au, in which a one-night stand means Daemon might actually be Rhaenyra's father, dead dove: do not eat

AUs

better not touch (i want it too much) - rated E, ~31k words, modern westeros au, Rhaenyra comes to Dragonstone to stay with Daemon for the summer while her father is away on holiday

Canon Divergences/Episode Fix-Its

for our blood is restless - rated M, ~1200 words, alt ep 4 where Daemon stays at the brothel

i found some hate for you, just for show - rated T, ~2400 words, alt ep 5 where Rhaenyra leaves the wedding feast with Daemon

down on my knees, with unquenchable thirst - rated E, ~5300 words, post-ep 4 canon divergence where Rhaenyra returns to the brothel

do you feel the hunger? - rated M, ~6400 words, alt ep 3 where Daemon joins the name day hunt

Character Studies

do you really feel alive without me - rated M, 3500 words, two-shot examining events of ep 6 from Daemon's and Rhaenyra's POV

viventes enim - rated M, ~1280 words, Daemon introspection/character study during the events of ep 6-7

Shameless Smut

penitent - rated E, ~3400 words, Dom!Daemon finds a new use for the small council orbs

Short Fics/Prompt Fills

my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder - rated M, 1000 words, prompt: the song Lover, You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley

best laid plans - rated G, 500 words, prompt: flight cancellation

your lips, my lips (apocalypse) - rated M, 500 words, prompt: holiday party hookup

meet me under the mistletoe - rated T, 500 words, prompt: bringing home a fake SO for the holidays + mistletoe

if the fates allow - rated T, 500 words, prompt: “Through the years we all will be together / if the fates allow”

Background Daemyra

nothing so undoing as a daughter - rated T, ~1200 words, Viserys POV after he learns of Daemyra's secret wedding

Hi, can you read my fic

FIRE OF LOVE -Daemyra

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47180044

You can read my new fic About Daemon and Rhaenyra!

✨Fire of love✨

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47180044

The Sign of Three

Daemon Targaryen being presented with his third child, born by his wife and heir to the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra Targaryen.

Favorite House of the Dragon Season One Scenes 4/?

Edit by me!

“Why are you still here?” by a 40yo man-child

Aegon, first born son of the Rogue Prince and the Realm's Delight, in the arms of his father, watching his mother Rhaenyra Targaryen approach.

Favorite House of the Dragon Season One Scenes 5/?

Edit by me! Apparently while I wait for writers block to subside I'm going to keep making these.

You can read my new fic About Daemon and Rhaenyra!

✨Fire of love✨

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47180044

Neurodivergent people shouldn’t be expected to mask for your comfort.

Digital illustration of a white fem with blonde hair and glasses wearing a beige sweater and brown jeans. She is sitting with her arms wrapped around her knees. Text reads, ‘neurodivergent people shouldn’t be expected to mask for your comfort.’

MY FICS

As musinginchaos (my political plotty ones)

her brown-eyed boys:

wip, rated T, 13/?

Main ship: Daemyra

good sister rhaenyra, post episode 6, dance fix it, good father and husband Laenor, smart politics, less dumb Viserys

but i spend so many nights thinking how you did me wrong

complete, rated T, 3/3

Rhaenys-focused, character study

Rhaenyra tells Rhaenys about Laenor, Lucerys lives, good grandmother Rhaenys

As unhinged (crack treated serious, gay, sexual)

what is love if not grief perservering

wip, rated E, 7/?

Main ship: Lucemond, side Daemyra and Jacegon

everybody gay, no dance, just dark comedy, dead dove?, sex

it kills me sometimes, how people die

wip, rated E, 5/?

Main ship: Lucemond, side Daemyra, Jacegan, minor Luke/Rhaena

Luke is brought back to life, Valyrian Gods, revenge, violence, PTSD, dead dove

silent night

wip, rated E, 11/25

Main ship: Lucemond

just snippets for christmas challenge

there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

wip/complete (its a series of one shots probably), rated E, 2/2

Main ship: Daemon/Rhaenyra/Aegon

concubine Aegon, protective Daemyra, baby girl Aegon, dance fix it, threesome, sex

iron out the kinks by AmazingAngie

Aegon II Targaryen x Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen

E / 12k / Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three

Summary:

Daemon liked pretty. He really did. But there was something boring about simple beauty, something more attractive when you pushed someone who was pretty past that point.

Pushed them to the point where they were flushed, panting, crying, out of control of their emotions and pleasure and just clay in the palm of your hands. That was far more interesting. He couldn’t wait to get this boy to that point—and his sister too. 

sequel to a sign of maturity (or a midlife crisis)

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Chapter Three

chocolate

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When they were all awake—and wearing slightly more clothing, they ordered their meal, which fell somewhere between lunch and dinner. Rhaenyra was tapping away on Daemon’s phone in an attempt to accomplish the task, proudly announcing after a few minutes that a dozen cartons of Chinese food were on their way. While they waited for it to arrive, she played hostess—offering him water before disappearing into the bathroom with a glare in his direction, “ I need to clean up.” She said, the implication of cleaning up your cum was not lost on him. But he wasn’t feeling too guilty, not with how much she had also enjoyed it. 

Daemon and Aegon made small talk while she was gone, him rambling about his classes—all business related and boring apparently. Daemon asked a bit about Rhaenyra too, discovering she was double majoring in business and fashion design, “She always wanted to be a model.” Aegon said, “But she was too short—so that was the next best thing.” 

Daemon thought it a pity there were height requirements for agency’s—he’d dated enough models to know about them, but didn’t see why it mattered, not when beauty came in every size. Especially her size, he thought, thinking of her lovely curves, skin, features, and, well…everything. 

Rhaenyra heard the tail end of their conversation chiming in with, “That’s why I have an OnlyFans, I get to live out my fantasy.” She said pragmatically. 

Aegon snorted, “Oh yeah, OnlyFans and Vogue are basically interchangeable.” Rhaenyra wrinkled her nose at him, but her annoyance didn’t interfere with her sas, “OnlyFans pays better.” She said, which Daemon thought was probably true. 

“What do you post there?” Daemon asked, curious how explicit their content was—though he knew Aegon’s fans liked the gape of his asshole, and it would be difficult—though not impossible— to get more explicit than that. 

“Mine is mostly pictures of boobs.” She admitted. 

“They are great boobs, though.” Aegon said appreciatively. 

Daemon agreed wholeheartedly. 

When food arrived, they sat cross legged around their coffee table—eating directly from the cartons with wooden chopsticks. Rhaenyra had put on a fresh pair of underwear and snagged her brother's shirt, which was unbuttoned and giving a wonderful view of her chest that was honestly pretty distracting. Aegon was wearing his jeans, and Daemon himself was—somehow, still fully clothed. 

They got back on the topic of family, and Daemon was forced to admit he didn’t have much. He was adopted as a baby, raised by two wonderful people who tragically passed away when he was in his early twenties. “I’m so sorry.” Aegon said, looking sad, “That’s awful.” Rhaenyra agreed. Daemon nodded, it was but it was also a long time ago—and thanks to that alone, it was no longer as painful as it used to be. 

“And you?” He asked, they had spoken a little bit about their parents that day—enough that he knew they were still alive, and not great at, well, being parents. “Any other siblings?” He asked. 

Rhaenyra laughed, “Yes, two.” Aegon shoved her with his elbow, “ Three. You always forget Daeron.” Aegon corrected, but Rhaenyra just waved her hand, mumbling something about “ he hardly counts,” before taking a bite of fried rice. 

“Daeron was an oops baby,” Rhaenyra said, “He was like four when we moved out?” She said, though she didn’t sound entirely sure. Aegon nodded in confirmation, leaning across the table to dip into a carton of spicy chicken. 

“I’m the oldest. Then there is Aegon. But you should see our other siblings! Aemond and Helaena. God they are so in love it’s disgusting.” Rhaenyra said, rolling her eyes even though her voice sounded fond. Daemon’s brow rose, “Are they… together, too?” He asked, not wanting to misunderstand her definition of love. 

“Oh yeah.” Aegon said, “They are like…two halves of a whole, like soulmates or something. Only eyes for each other. It’s a miracle our parents haven’t noticed.” Rhaenyra nodded in agreement, and Daemon gaped—god what was it with their family? Was incest in their fucking veins? Not that he was judging just, wow. 

Though this distracted him, what he found even more surprising was how they spoke about their siblings' love for each other. Like it was different from the relationship they shared. He couldn’t resist tugging on that thread, “You two aren’t like that? ‘ So in love it’s disgusting?’” Daemon asked, quoting Rhaenyra’s words back to her. 

They both laughed, as if this notion was ridiculous.  

“No, if you asked our parents, they’d probably say we hated each other.” She said, and he couldn’t help but snort in response. If they hated each other, they hid it pretty fucking well. “I mean it!” She said, indignant. “We cohabitate surprisingly well but we bickered nonstop at home.” 

“It’s true,” Aegon agreed with a shrug. 

“Your relationship is more than cohabitation, though.” Daemon said—it wasn’t a question. They’d said as much that morning, that they didn’t want to be in a relationship without each other. That was something even if it wasn’t love. 

Aegon looked thoughtful, but Rhaenyra spoke first. “It’s hard to explain. I love him more than anyone else. More than I should love a brother, and there is obviously sexual attraction there too, but it isn’t… romantic.” She sighed, sounding almost frustrated at her inability to describe it. 

Aegon nodded, “We love each other because we’ve always been there for each other. We’re family. ” 

“It’s not a romantic love.” Rhaenyra described, “We’re like siblings with benefits—we’ll do things together, we are together, we’ll fuck each other, but we wouldn’t go on dates.” Rhaenyra said the word like it was dirty, and Aegon’s nose wrinkled in response, as if this thought was unthinkable.  

“Like, we’d never get each other flowers for valentines day, you know? It’s just different.” Aegon said. 

“How would you feel if someone else got you flowers?” Daemon asked, wondering if he could sneak inquiries about jealousy into this conversation. They both seemed to consider that, “Flattered? I think we are pretty secure in our relationship?” Rhaenyra asked, looking at her brother for confirmation. Aegon nodded too. 

“I don’t think either of us feel threatened by the possibility of having another partner. If anything we like the idea of someone doting on us in a way we desire but can’t provide for each other.” Rhaenyra said. 

“You don’t feel envious? Seeing someone else fuck or kiss the other?” Daemon asked, pleased with their responses so far but needing further reassurance. “I’m not… possessive over him like that.” Rhaenyra said, and then Aegon chimed in, “I think we are almost… part of each other so seeing something happen to the other doesn’t feel like cheating so much as an extension of us?” 

Rhaenyra nodded, “It would be different if you were only interested in or attracted to one of us. But I know I’ll get a turn eventually, so it’s just sort of…hot to watch while I wait.” She said, with a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “I think I’d get jealous if you did something with anyone else, though.” She admitted.

“ That feeling is very much mutual.” He agreed. 

It was Aegon who asked, “Do you feel envious seeing us with each other?” 

God, that thought hadn’t even really occurred to Daemon. He’d maybe wanted to trade places with them once or twice, but those desires had been brief, and he was usually enjoying the show of them together too much to even want to interrupt. 

“No,” he said, thinking back to when he first saw them kiss, “You’re beautiful together.” 

It was Rhaenyra who said, “You’re not so bad yourself.” The words would have been more impactful if she hadn’t spoken them while her mouth was full—but at least she covered it while she chewed. He just shook his head, returning to the food and enjoying his time with them, since it was likely coming to an end. 

…

Daemon was right, after eating things seemed to wind down. “We’d ask you to stay over, but…” Aegon trailed off, waving his hand in a gesture to their room. “Our beds are fucking tiny.” Rhaenyra clarified, and Daemon laughed—he wanted to tell her off for her language, but if he brought up her dirty mouth he had a feeling they would never leave.

“Oh!” Rhaenyra said, seeming to surprise even herself, “Are you coming to the club tomorrow?” She asked. His brow rose and he shook his head, he hadn’t been planning on it. 

Aegon sighed, “ What she means is: we are performing tomorrow night, and it would be nice if you could come.” He said, with a glare in his sister’s direction. Rhaenyra nodded before confirming, “Yeah. That.”  

“I’d love to.” He said, and he meant it. 

He left not long after that—giving Rhaenyra a lingering kiss in the doorway, then a matching one to Aegon. Rhaenyra narrowed her eyes before darting in and giving a final peck on his lips—as if she couldn’t be out done by her brother. Daemon smiled at that, then tilted his head. “Why don’t you kiss each other and give me something to remember, hm?” They followed his request eagerly, lips meeting lazily in a way that was still passionate before parting. 

“Beautiful.” He said, feeling slightly gutted to be leaving them. He would see them soon though, tomorrow to be exact. 

And in the meantime, he texted his assistant—surely he paid her enough to find a florist that would deliver within the hour at 5pm on a Saturday? He requested something chaotic for Rhaenyra, and something sweet for Aegon.

He was pleased, at the texts he got from the siblings later that evening—Rhaenyra’s bouquet was primarily bird’s of paradise, orchids, roses, and ferns. Smaller flowers and random sprigs of greenery filled out the vase, making it look cohesive despite the odd variety. 

The white lilies and pale blue hydrangeas suited Aegon, much simpler, but no less striking. 

He texted his assistant again. 

Have bouquets delivered weekly until I tell you otherwise. 

…

For the second time in a week, Daemon found himself entering Dragonstone. The red band around his wrist felt heavier now that he was here to see his submissives. Sure they hadn’t signed a contract but they’d also made it pretty clear that they didn’t want one. They didn’t want a traditional dominant, daddy, or master, they wanted… a husband. That was what they’d said. And fuck he wanted to be that for them, too. 

He had a single minded focus as he stalked through the club, uncaring of any displays outside of the submissive siblings’ whose bed he hoped to soon be warming. He was slightly late, but by some miracle there was still a seat for him. Thank god, he would not be above pulling his “I own 51% of this company” card just to get a better view of the two fucking. 

He was impressed at what a prominent position they had in the club, given the fact they were having relatively vanilla penis-in-vagina sex, but fuck they were gorgeous. Mysaria had perfected the lighting over the years, blanketing the room in a darkness that served almost like a fog—you could see through it, navigate through it, but it took effort. It provided privacy for those who wanted it, while still allowing people to be seen. And of course, it drew eyes to the main attractions—a half dozen or so stages displaying a mixture of beds, crosses, and kinky devices. 

He could hear the swish of a whip coming from a stage behind him, along with the dull tone of a dom explaining basic bondage harnesses and rope safety. But all of that faded away, and Daemon found himself unable to focus on anything other than the pair on stage. They were gorgeous together. The way the light hit them made them glow, like an oil painting—skin too smooth and soft to be real. 

They were unhurried, the signs of eagerness they showed in his dominating presence were absent when it was just them. They clearly knew each other’s bodies well, taking time to kiss and lick at each other's mouths before Rhaenyra moved to Aegon’s neck. 

When she did finally press his length into her body, she rode him hard, grinding down against him while Aegon held her hips. The boy did what he could to thrust back against her, but it was hard from his vantage point. It really was a beautiful sight, watching them together—watching Rhaenyra in control of his pleasure—though it chafed Daemon that there was no one responsible for her pleasure. She had fingers pressed to her clit, but clearly it wasn’t enough. 

Aegon’s moans were louder now, and Daemon could see his eyes squeezing shut—his fingers forming fists. He was trying to clench down and hold back, and Rhaenyra must have noticed too. She was nearly frantic towards the end, in how she rode him, but she didn’t peak before Aegon. The boy cursed as he came, following it with a line of apologies. Rhaenyra looked near tears, as she ground against the softening length trying and failing to find her own release. 

He watched her wipe her eyes and blush when she caught his gaze. He crooked a finger at her—hoping she would come over to him now that the show was done. He was pleased when she did—Aegon trailing behind her like a puppy. They had shrugged on robes for modesty, but left them untied, so Daemon had a lovely view of their fronts as they approached. 

“I don’t usually come before her!” Aegon said, when they were within hearing range of him. Daemon snorted, brushing the boy's disappointed face. “It’s alright, what did I say about you just being a puppy? Your sister's pleasure is too much responsibility for you.” Rhaenyra looked less sympathetic, somewhere between embarrassed and angry if he was reading her expression properly. 

Daemon’s hands fell to her waist, pulling her closer to him. His fingers stroked her folds, a little puffy from use and damp from her brother’s seed. “Do you want to sit on my lap, princess? I told you, I’d stretch out your little cunt—now it needs me, hm?” She nodded, and he unzipped his pants—pulling out the hard length of him, which had perked up quite nicely from their show. “Get it wet with your brother’s juices first, hm?” He suggested, guiding her hips up and down the length of his cock, until he was wet with slick. “That’s a good girl,” he cooed as she came closer, positioning herself above him with her knees resting on the leather booth. 

He stroked her sides as she pressed down on him, both of them moaning in pleasure at the sensation. Rhaenyra slowly picked up speed, but he slowed her with his palms—”There is no rush, princess, just enjoy the feel of having a proper cock in your cunt, okay?” He said, grinding her down against him. She nodded, following his lead and the pace of his own thrusts. He continued to guide her hips somewhat, forcing her to grind down every so often and preventing her from getting a good rhythm. 

He could tell she was getting frustrated, which was cute but he also felt bad. He gripped her hips tightly, standing up while he was still buried in her. She yelped in surprise, but moaned when her back hit the table. Daemon was left standing, finally having enough leverage to thrust deeper into her. The combination of that and the flat of his palm on her mound made her come in a matter of minutes. 

And with her, hot, tight, and wet around him? He was gone, following her soon after and spilling deep inside her as he ground his pelvis against hers. 

Daemon slipped out of her, falling back into the booth, while Rhaenyra stayed laid out on the table trying to catch her breath. Aegon was still standing next to them, and he was quick to ask, “Do you want me to clean her up?” Daemon smiled at that, reaching out to cup the boy’s cheek. 

“You are so eager for the taste of your sister's cunt, it’s cute. But she worked hard for that cum, no? She should keep it for a while.” Daemon was going to offer his limp length to the boy, if he was so desperate to suck on something—but then he realized Aegon’s cock was already swelling again. Ah, the joys of youth. 

Fine then, he could offer the boy his mouth. Daemon patted the table, helping Aegon hop up onto the surface. Rhaenyra sat up during the exchange, watching curiously as she pulled her robe more tightly around her—obviously finding some sense of modesty now that she’d found her orgasm. 

Aegon showed no such shame, despite usually being the more shy of the two. His robe easily parted to reveal the entire front of his body—from the soft lines of his neck, to his muscled chest, to the pale skin stretched taught across the bones of his pelvis. Daemon traced his fingers across it, before scratching them through the thatch of hair at the base of his member. 

In this position, when Daemon leaned forward, his mouth was level with the boy’s length. Aegon was looking down at him with a mixture of wonderment and anticipation which was honestly pretty inspiring. Daemon hadn’t had a dick in his mouth in…god, had it really been years? Surely it must be like riding a bike…though to be fair, he hadn’t done that in decades, so he wasn’t sure how well that would go, either. 

Anyway—he started out by licking up the length, before gripping the base of it with his fist—which to be honest, didn’t leave much more than the head exposed, but that was fine. He licked at the slit before wrapping his lips around it, finding the width of it surprisingly manageable. He moved his hands, placing them on either side of the boy’s groin as his mouth moved further down the length. 

That was manageable too, and Daemon found he liked the boy’s size—it felt comfortable in his mouth, a pleasant warm weight on his tongue. Daemon much preferred sucking a real dick opposed to the various objects he’d been trained to deep throat years ago. He didn’t sort his sexuality out until his twenties, so his first few experiences doing this were on gags or dildos—something his first dom had a real fetish for. 

Even soft dildos couldn’t recreate the stiff yet velvety feel of human skin, and they all had a sort of plastic-y taste that lingered in your throat. Plus, you didn’t get to enjoy the responsiveness—the little twitches, moans, and thrusts of the man you were sucking off. There wasn’t the heat of flesh, and pulse as blood throbbed through the length, either. Really no fun compared to a proper cock.

Daemon liked changing techniques, moving up and down for a time before giving special attention to the head. Then he’d follow the veins with his tongue, and use his hands to play with the boy’s balls. If he was at home, he’d flip Aegon over—lap at his taint and maybe finger his ass a little. 

But for simplicity's sake, Daemon stuck to his dick, and it didn’t take long. He figured Aegon was just used to Rhaenyra’s mouth—the predictability of having a single partner for a long period. It was easier to control yourself when something was familiar, and he was hopeless to Daemon’s mouth, coming in a matter of minutes and moaning loudly through his release. 

It was cute how the boy thrust gently against Daemon’s—the movement almost apologetic, like he didn’t want to inconvenience him, but was too desperate to stay still. Daemon didn’t mind—it wasn’t like the boy could gag him with his cock, not to be crude but it wasn’t big enough for that. 

Daemon swallowed, giving a final lick to the head before freeing the limp length from his mouth. It was only after he pulled off that he really thought to look up at the boy—and gods, wasn’t that a sight. Aegon looked a little stunned by what he just experienced, like he had been fucked stupid, but he still looked so pretty. 

Daemon liked pretty. He really did. But there was something boring about simple beauty, something more attractive when you pushed someone who was pretty past that point. To the point where they were flushed, panting, crying, out of control of their emotions and pleasure and just clay in the palm of your hands. That was far more interesting. He couldn’t wait to get this boy to that point—and his sister too. 

Speaking of Rhaenyra, she slid off the table and into his lap, pressing her lips to his and lazily licking the taste of her brother’s cum out of Daemon’s mouth. He grinned against her lips, the kiss was wet and messy and he was pretty sure she was leaking onto his trouser leg but he didn’t care. Fuck he was so gone on her—on Aegon, on the pair of them. They just felt good in his arms, in his mouth, on his cock, against his lips, just… everywhere. 

After a time they separated for air, Rhaenyra moving down his neck and biting above his collar in a way that was sure to leave a mark. He hissed, dragging her away from him with a fist in her hair. She glared as she was forced to unlatch herself from his neck, but it turned to a smile when he asked, “Do you want to get out of here?” 

…

By the time the car pulled up to his building, it was past midnight. It had taken almost an hour for them to actually leave the club. His pets were popular and after he had ‘finished’ with them, people were eager to talk to them. When they had made their way upstairs and to the showers, he was left to wait pathetically until they returned to him. 

It was cute seeing them with damp hair and bare faces, all flushed from the warm water and scrubbed clean. Rhaenyra was no less pretty with her face free of makeup, her complexion almost unnaturally clear. Her hair was pulled up in a scrunchie, with locks falling around her shoulders—he couldn’t resist giving her a kiss—though he tried to keep it brief since his driver was waiting. 

He told himself they could kiss in the car… and they did. 

It was late when they got back, his apartment dark and all of them too tired for small talk. He flicked on the lights that were necessary to navigate through the place, leading the pair to his bedroom. It was sweet how they followed him, like sleepy little ducklings. He ushered them into his bedroom, Rhaenyra letting out a sarcastic whistle when she saw the space. 

“How many orgies has that bed witnessed?” Rhaenyra asked, gesturing to the extra large king bed. Daemon’s eyes narrowed as he considered her question, “None? It’s relatively new. The bed frame however…” He trailed off, smirking when she glared at him. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to, princess.” He said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

Aegon seemed amused by their banter, but when Daemon began undoing his cufflinks, the younger man quickly followed suit. None of them seemed particularly motivated to stay clothed around each other unless the situation absolutely required it. 

Rhaenyra kicked off her skirt first, her sweatshirt following shortly thereafter—both men paused fiddling with their buttons to watch her, as she casually unhooked her bra and discarded it as well. It was some comfort that even after years together, even her own brother couldn’t look away thanks to his fascination with his sister’s form—not that Daemon could blame him, because gods. 

Rhaenyra lay back on the bed—seeming to make herself at home, and as tempted as Daemon was to just stare at her, he’d rather join her, so he unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as he could. He wasn’t fast enough though, Aegon beat him to the bed, pulling Rhaenyra to him. He nuzzled into her neck, pressing little kisses to the skin. Her hands ruffled his hair—holding him in place as she let out noises of contentment. It was nice, seeing them like this—casual affection without the ultimate pursuit of release. 

He assumed he would see more of it if he stuck around—which he desperately hoped he would. Right now he was the new and exciting thing in their life, and his role in their relationship put them in a position where they wanted to please him more than each other. Time would temper this, and things would balance as they adjusted to having him  in their life. 

God, he was eager for that. He wanted to see them interact in the morning—learn how they took their coffee. What their favorite cereal was. If they snored. He wanted to know every mundane thing about them…but for right now, he just wanted to get into bed. 

He joined the pair once he was stripped down to his boxers, curling around the other side of Rhaenyra and kissing her shoulder. She giggled, pointedly turning away from him and moving closer to Aegon. Their lips met a few times, before she relaxed back against the pillow. 

“I think I might actually be too tired for sex.” Rhaenyra admitted, and Daemon laughed—though not in disagreement. He loathed to get up, but it was necessary so he could turn off the overhead light. 

Before laying back down, he pressed a kiss to each of their foreheads. 

He settled beside Rhaenyra, basking in the press of her bare flesh against his own chest. It was funny, he’d been so eager to get them into a bed, and now that he had them here, he just wanted to sleep. But he was so completely satisfied in that, because he was eager for their company more than anything else. 

…

Adult Daemyra Fics

Does anyone have fics with Rhaenyra as an adult (so Emma!Rhaenyra)? It can be based off of the books too, as long as it’s in the age range that Emma played, cuz I like imagining that more when I read! Daemon can be the age he is, or younger, or older, whatever, but Emma!Rhaenyra please! Any AU, time period, canon divergence, etc. works!

Some great ones I found, for anyone else who likes Adult Daemyra, were:

“Haunted | The Rogue Prince’s Delight” by lynne17 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/42111927/chapters/105759318#workskin)

“put down that gravestone” by dark gods (https://archiveofourown.org/works/42366309/chapters/108126348#workskin)

“the same skin” by stannide (https://archiveofourown.org/works/43642030/chapters/110458843#workskin)

“Those Happy Golden Years” series by SeveDeChampagne (https://archiveofourown.org/series/3148791)

here are my favorite daemon/rhaenyra fanfics:

i can always update this post since there’re a lot of new stories being written everyday and the shipp just became popular so it’s not like i’ve read a lot of stuff

i can make other lists since there are a lot of good stories i’ve read from other fandons specially marvel, dc and harry potter fics

Don’t Blame Me, Love Made Me Crazy

Summary:

The Realm answers to Rhaenyra and Rhaenyra answers to Daemon

An Early Allies!AU

rating: mature

chapters: 10/30

I love this one because rhaenyra is always gaslighting, gatekeeping and girlbossing.

Of Dragons and Eggs

Summary:

Caraxes knew his human better than he knew anyone else and when it came to the matter of his silver haired rider finding a mate, naturally he knew which lady his human had his heart set on. So why was it that his human didn't seem to acknowledge the truth that was as clear as day?

Prompt: Daemyra from the dragons' point of view.

rating: gen

chapters: 1/1

a bit of crack and fluff is always good for the heart.

pontential

Summary:

“Do you normally snog your friends?”

“Do you normally snog your nieces?”

One strange night throws Rhaenyra’s relationship with her ersatz uncle off-kilter. A modern AU.

rating: explicit

chapters: 6/6

I’m not much of a modern au reader but i really like this one

Dust on a Sunbeam

Summary:

“We are the fire and the blood— it has never been our way to go quietly when there is passion burning through our veins. You have chosen each other, and tied my hands while doing so.”

Rhaenrya and Daemon have cemented their relationship in a way that even the crown cannot undo. A HOTD AU.

rating: explicit

chapters: 7/?

this is really cute

Glory and Gore

Summary:

Set at the beginning of Episode 3, the situation in the Step Stones is dire and yet Viserys refuses to send aid to Daemon's forces. When Rhaenyra hears how her father is more determined to teach Daemon a lesson then ensure that he comes home safe to her, she flies off to join her uncle's war effort.

On those bloodied beaches, Rhaenyra proves herself to be a strong, capable leader worthy of the Iron Throne, cementing her inheritance. However, she also finds herself increasingly drawn into her uncle's orbit, sparking the beginnings of something that could be her salvation, or her downfall.

rating: explicit

chapters: 4/?

rhaenyra is such a girlboss i love this story

Reborn in Fire

Summary:

After dying in dragon fire by the maw of her brothers dragon, Rhaenyra wakes up the day of her mothers death. Armed with foreknowledge of all the catastrophes to come, can she redirect the course of fate to one where she gets all she wants?

rating: not rated

chapters: 11/?

i love this one so much can barely wait for the next chapters

Make me your wife

Summary:

Since she was small, the princess has been wont to ask him the same question - whether as a childish demand, a youthful jest, a plea for protection or a romantic notion – but those words take on a different shine when spoken at her own wedding celebrations to another man.

***

Or, the five times Rhaenyra asks Daemon to be her husband, and the one time he asks her to be his wife.

rating: mature

chapters: 1/1

i love 5+1 fics so much

the home we built (for them)

Summary:

Daemon is trying to get Rhaenyra’s boys to like him as they blend their families

rating: teen and up

chapters: 1/1

domestic daemyra and their kids? count me in!!

Lentor

Summary:

"The babe is still much smaller than they should be, Princess," he says. "And your last birth was not an easy one."

"I do not have to be reminded of that," she remarks sharply. "I was the one pushing him out.”

Daemon smirks.

“The Maester means well, wife.” His hand runs down her arm, soothing. “We shall have to be extra careful with your health this time.”

Or: scenes from a marriage and the family it built. Contains book spoilers, although I don't know if the show will follow every plot point.

rating: explicit

chapters: 1/1

this is a bit sad but i loved it

Something So Good, So Pure

Laenor Velaryon passed out drunk on his wedding night, but that’s not to say Rhaenyra Targaryen spent her wedding night alone. Nine months after being married, she gives birth to a daughter with silvery blonde hair and lilac eyes, forever changing the history of House Targaryen.

rating: mature

chapters: 14/?

this is definitely one of my favorite fics, the author really understands the asoiaf universe and i just love seeing all targaryens being a family

got any recommendations? send me!!

Life is very long, when you’re lonely - (2023)

I gathered in this post all the BBC Sherlock speed paintings / artworks I did between December 2022 and March 2023. I did them at first to practice lights and textures but I ended up with a series centered around loneliness, grief and…means of transportations.