#caraxes human

[darklinaforever]

[hotd-dirus-works]

Chapter 4 out!

Why did it all go wrong? (I wanna know what's going on)

“Muña showed you more than she did us,” Meleys whispered, eyes carefully watching the soldiers arresting the Hightower cunt under Daemon’s smirk and Rhaenyra satisfied glare; Rhaenys expression was neutral as ever, but Caraxes could see smugness in her eyes. “What did she show you?” “Sunfyre’s bonded on the throne, Arrax’s death, Vermithor and Silverwing bonding with commoners, Andals destroying the Pit. Sunfyre burning Rhaenyra.” Caraxes hummed, and it sounded like a hissed whistle. Dreamfyre had showed him everything. From Aegon’s coronation to Meleys’s death, to Vhagar and his own (and Daemon, and oh, how much that still hurt; again his bonded had died before him) Rhaenyra’s, Helaena’s… She had showed him the slowly but surely crumbling of their blooded dynasty. Caraxes eyes met his sister’s, and her gaze softened before she nodded. She wouldn’t ask. And he was grateful of it.

[debustee]

Caraxes, dragon humanization 💙

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

From this poll, this series is born!

a/n: the dragons are able to shift into human-like beings. Taking 'bonded' to a whole other meaning.

This whole post is 18+. No minors. 🧿

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑬:

graphic picture ahead -

In the days of Old Valyria Blood Magic was used to create the dragons species by a dragon hybrid choosing a mate. The hybrid had to be in a morphing form into his dragon form. Therefore, creating the dragon spirit that would fill the womb of his human mate.

・Hot-headed, overprotective and showing his animalistic side...always... like a dog with a bone, he will not let anyone touch you, nay; he will not let anyone even look at you too long.

・You often think that the human part of his shift could come out more prominantly, but it just doesn't.

・You do have to remind him that he isn't allowed to kill anyone in his path, that there are rules in human society that are vastly different to the ones in dragon culture.

"Bloody ridiculous, all of it."

・In human form, it's too obvious he isn't human. (Well, yes that is the same with the rest of those who can dragon-shift, but Caraxes cannot let go of his dragon side while human like the others can). It doesn't help that his eyes seem to glow all the time, on his face are tattooed runes from Old Valyria, long thick red hair, darkened lips, pointed ears and extremely large and obvious horns protruding from his head.

・Oh and he was the tallest man you had ever seen

・Standing at 7 feet tall, you thought Westeros had in fact been overrun by some sort of alien creature.

・But no. All dragonshifters are over 6'5 feet. Any less and they are considered still in childhood.

・The first time you saw his human form, you thought he was the most handsome being you had ever laid eyes on.

・A flurry of words that constantly contradicted one another: graceful yet aggressive, mysterious yet direct, there was a pull to him. A pull so ancient that you thought you might die if you didn't follow it.

・And Caraxes was used to ancient authority (he actually hates authority) but still...he knew he needed to listen this time.

・Still an outsider as a human - but he doesn't care, not when he has you.

・He knows how to do Valyrian braids, and loves when you sit on a pillow in front of him while he sits behind you. Humming, which turns to singing - an Old Valyrian one that only mates sing to one another.

・Loves giving you gifts; absolutely showers you in them.

・Caraxes is a shifty, silver-tongued character who is also a big dumbass once he's not playing into the intimidation role

・CONSTANTLY LOYAL AND WILL SQUARE UP TO ANYONE AND EVERYONE.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"Caraxes, No." (You) x "...Caraxes Yes..." (Him)

Commits crimes (Caraxes) x Accessory to crimes (You)

Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside Kinda (Caraxes) x The Top (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Challenging Social Conventions

Soulmates

Saw You, Instantly Decided You Were His.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

The Devil & the Daughter by Daniel Pemberton

To Bring You My Love by PJ Harvey

The Sails of Charon by the Scorpions

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・Caraxes loves to hear your moans, especially when it's his name. He wants it loud, louder, louder. Pouding into you, drunk on your body.

・Then he ends up being just as loud - and then he gets so absorbed by you that he cannot make a comprehensive sentence

・His favourite positions are the ones where you're closest.

・"Just like that, keep going. Keep going beautiful."

・Caraxes loves praise, both giving it and receiving it. He does feel lonely; he would never admit it verbally. But ends up showing it in different ways. Such as this.

𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"you're so tiny and i dont want to lose control." (Caraxes) and "idc and im gonna taunt you until you break and ruin all my holes" (You)

Breeding Kink

Cockwarming - whines when he can't be inside you. Only you've heard his whines. I swear he would kill anyone else if they heard it.

art credit: https://www.instagram.com/p/C9w5Gd2PiFM/

A/N: This is all my own headcanons and ideas, it's not canon - George hasn't released a lot about how blood magic works, or how the dragons came to be. So I'm ... taking creative liberties. If you have a different opinion then that's cool too!

[nightingale2004]

HOTD fans I have something heartbreaking for all of you.

Imagine if the Targaryen dragons could shift into human form. They still possessed their dragon features like their scales, powers, and sharp teeth and horns.

Ever since the first Targaryen rider, the dragons have sworn to serve their riders. Protect them, love them, and treat them like their own.

They became their riders, friends, their brothers, sisters, mothers, and fathers, and if their rider wished it, they could become more.

When a dragon bonds with their rider, it is truly a unique bond and unexplainable.

But also imagine how the dragons must feel when their riders turn them against each other. The dragons emotions are intense, especially when it comes to their riders.

Imagine Vhagar and Meleys being war sisters, but after Vhagar bonded with Aemond and they fought each other. Vhagar hid her pain of what she had to do for Aemond and only let it out in silence.

Imagine the dragons from both team green and team black trying to make peace with each other on their riders' behalf, but it ended with them fighting against each other.

Just think about this for a few seconds

[bluebellhairpin]

Out of all the dragons, I'd pick Caraxes. He's so unique and I KNOW I could match his freak if given the chance. Meleys is a close second bc she is gorgeous. But my real first choice, if he was even claimable (his track record thus far says he isn't and never will be) is The Cannibal. He'd be my little pookie.

[northernolddragon]

🐉

❝ Караксес. Был свирепым, грозным, с красным цветом чешуи и опытным зверем, привыкшим к огню и крови. В простонародье дракона называли Кровавый Змей.❞

skin & dragon eyes by @remussirion

teeth by @sewersims

fire tattoo by @ashwwa

this is everyone I remember. thanks to all other creators.

[visenyaism]

rhaenyra regancoded is amazing… alicent gonerilcoded and dare i say daemon cordeliacoded…

cordeliacoded daemon is out there but honestly so enlightened and way way aligned with my thing about how lear’s relationships with his daughters get inverted and twisted around until goneril acts as his allegorical mother, regan as his son, and cordelia as his wife in the exact fucked up way i meant it.

if we are learcoding everyone obviously viserys is lear. I was gonna say Kent is Corlys but honestly Kent is too much of a yes-man and Corlys is as it turns out very willing to switch teams, so I guess Kent is Mr. Beesbury. That makes Oswald Criston Cole so like. slay.

I wouldve said Daemon is Cornwall in that he and his wife are matched for each other in kind of a horrifically perfect way terms of the amount of cruelty they’re willing to indulge in at each other’s encouragement. But Mysaria would be good for that too I think.

In terms of Gloucester, Edgar and Edmund, I cannot decide if it’s a better bit to go with Lyonel, Harwin, and Larys Strong or Otto, Aegon, and Aemond. Larys and Aemond are both SUCH edmunds but Otto is a more interesting Gloucester to me so i’m leaning towards the latter trio. would be very fun to see if it’s this entertaining to think about

[lionneee]

On The Bottom Of The Ocean

English is not my first language, please be kind

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•Warnings: smut, piv, degradation, slapping, chocking, dub-con, belt-play.•

Ghost!Aemond x Modern!Reader

Harrenhal, was the center of the story of Prince Aemond’s tragic fall.

Harrenhal was key to Prince Aemond Targaryen’s downfall in the Dance of the Dragons. Stationed there, Aemond took it as a base for the Greens. When Daemon Targaryen arrived with Caraxes, he lured Aemond into a fateful aerial duel. The two fought over the God’s Eye lake, where Daemon killed Aemond midair by plunging his sword through Aemond’s eye. Both riders and dragons fell, marking Harrenhal as the site of Aemond’s tragic end.

Aemond’s character has always intrigued you, and you always craved to find his skeleton in the bottom of the ocean, his and his beautiful dragon, a beast of a massive size, and power.

You have read all the stories about Aemond’s life, the loss of his eye, the murder of his nephew, the starting of the war, his attempt to murder his brother, his period as Prince Regent.

When he was sent to Harrenal, his secret relationship with Alys. 

His death.

Your parents were never enthusiastic of your fixation with One-Eyed Aemond, his evilness was known to them as well as all the people who studied history.

Yet, you believed there was more in him than simple evilness.

So you knew you had a one chance in life when your parents had to move in King's Landing for a few weeks because of your grandma sickness.

It was the moment to make good of your scuba diving lessons.

𓂃𓂃𓂃 𓆉 𓂃𓂃𓂃

You took a few breaths as you looked at the water as you sat at the edge of your boat.

The water was deep blue, it was almost scary.

But you were determined.

You had studied the position with precision, considering the current of the water over the years.

You were miles above the position you believed Aemond’s skeleton was.

You took a few deep breaths, exercising yourself before diving into the water.

You knew this was dangerous, even more since you were alone but you felt like you had to do it.

You needed to see him with your eyes.

With one last deep breath you put on the oxygen mask and let yourself fall into the water.

It was cold. Colder than usual, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

It was like the water itself was trying to tell you to emerge and go back home.

No. No, you had to see him.

You kept swimming, pointing the light to check you were safe, and heading in the right direction.

You distracted yourself only a moment, and your chest suddenly hit something.

You gasped and immediately jerked away, startled as you moved the light to point in front of you.

A bone.

A rib.

A massive rib. The diameter was probably over five inches, and the curve was way bigger than the one of a human.

You lightened around, then you caught the glimpse of her.

Vaghar.

You were right.

You were fucking right!

Aswam towards the cranium, getting closer to her mouth, your height covered maybe the length of one of her teeth.

You quickly took off one of your gloves and placed your hand on her skull, smiling, as you started to swim around her skull, caressing the bones.

You looked around, moving the light to accommodate you right, when something reflected the light against you.

Something blue. 

It was right in the middle of the remains of the large dragon.

You swam towards the blue, finding a saddle, chains, and other bones. As the realization hit you, you started swimming faster, extending your uncovered hand, ready to touch the sapphire.

Aemond Targaryen.

As soon as you touched it, you felt some kind of electric shock run through your hand up your arm and chest.

You scanned the bones with your eyes, before returning to the sapphire. It almost seemed to sparked of its own light, it almost felt like it was alive.

The skeleton was still chained to the saddle, even if it was covered in kelps.

You wanted to stay longer, study the surroundings better, but your oxygen tank was slowly reaching its limit.

You sighed and quickly swam back towards the surface, reaching your boat.

You had to buy another tank and go back down there.

You had to.

𓂃𓂃𓂃 𓆉 𓂃𓂃𓂃

You were thrilled, to say the least, about your discovery.

Even if in a dark sort of way, you could finally say that you met Aemond Targaryen.

As soon as you reached home, you let out a little scream and started to jump from the excitement, that you didn’t feel it containable.

During your shower you sang your playlist loudly and shamelessly, you were too happy to care about anything.

You made it.

You still had a smile printed on your face as you walked back in your room, your hair dried, your body covered only by a towel.

Then you heard the doorbell.

You looked back towards the door, confused.

Who could it be?

You weren’t expecting anyone, but maybe your parents returned home earlier than scheduled.

You tightened the towel around your body and you walked to the door.

“Who is it?” You asked through the door.

“You know me.” A male voice said from outside. Your brows furrowed, confusion written on your face, the voice sounded like no one you knew.

“What’s your name?” You tried again.

“You visited me today.” He said with a sigh. “I have your wallet, you lost it.” He added then.

You walked over the door and opened slightly.

White hair, sharp jaw, prominent chin.

“Who are you?” You asked as you felt your heart pumping in your throat. The man turned his face, a devilish smirk on his face as his eyepatch came in your field of view.

“Aemond.” He took a step forward, slamming his hand on your door, making you fall back, the door opening completely. “Aemond Targaryen.”

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, glancing down at you.

He was tall. You’ve often imagined it, but seeing him towering over you like this, surely made him taller.

You shook your head, confused and terrified.

“That - That’s impossible. You’re dead.” You saw his smirk growing wider at your words. He raised his hand and looked at it.

“I don’t look so dead to me. What do you think, slut?” He took a step forward, but you immediately crawled back.

“This is a sick game.” You shook your head. “You think it’s funny to dress up like him?” Your hand immediately flew to your towel as you felt it loosen slightly around you.

“Dressing up?” He bent down in front of you, so you could see his face perfectly.

The scar, the shape of his face, his hair, even his clothes.

They were perfect. What made you truly believe him though, was when he took off his eyepatch.

A blue sapphire instead of his eye.

And you’ve seen that sapphire, from up close.

It was him.

“N-no… it’s impossible.” You shook your head, completely in denial.

Aemond rolled his eye, his hand moving on the back of your hair, gripping them tightly in his fist.

You whined as your hand flew to his wrist, trying to get him off of you, but he seemed irremovable.

He used the hold on your hair to lift you up from the floor, and he kept his arm raised as he studied your face.

“You want to see just how real I am, whore?” He smirked as he started dragging you back.

“Stop! I’m not a slut, or a whore!” You tried to free yourself, but it all seemed useless.

“Sure you are. Who else would welcome a man dressed like that?” He nodded towards your towel. You whined loudly as he shoved you on the bed, your hands immediately fixing the towel to cover yourself. 

“It's not a dress, it's just a –” He gripped your cheeks in his hand, squeezing them harshly, growling annoyed at your talking.

“I’ve had more silent whores than you. Shut your mouth.” He pressed your head against the mattress as he hovered over you. “Even if…” His hand trailed over your body, over the towel, shamelessly, his eye sparkling with desire. “Not as pretty as you.” He grinned as he started to move the towel.

“No-” You immediately gripped his hands, but he let go of your cheeks and gripped your wrists, using his eyepatch to tie them together over your head. “No!” You squirmed, regretting it immediately as you felt the towel losing even more, letting him see more of your skin.

His eye darkened, his pupil dilated as he looked down at you, keeping your wrists pressed against the bed with one hand as his other hand moved to his belt that was keeping his black leather coat closed. He quickly unbuckled it, taking advantage of your squirming, your head raising to slip it behind your head and closing it around your neck.

You immediately froze as the belt tightened around your throat, making it hard to breathe.

Your gaze immediately fell on him, your eyes widened as you looked at him grin.

“I know, I have quite questionable tastes.” He gave a tug at the belt, the material tightening even more, making you cough and move your hands to the belt to loosen it up enough to breathe easily.

Aemond didn’t stop you, he watched closely as you struggled beneath him.

“You know, the one I had before you was older.” He smirked. “She didn’t like me on top.” He pulled away to take off his coat, then his shirt.

You would have lied if you would have said he wasn’t incredibly sexy.

His muscles flexed at every move he did, as he folded his coat and shirt and placed them on the table, as he took off his pants. His bicep flexed deliciously as his hand wrapped his cock, pumping it to full hardness as he walked back to the bed.

You should have run.

But it was too late anyway. Aemond grabbed the belt again and opened your legs with his hands.

“No, I-I’m not a whore!” You raised your voice, but the sound that came out of your mouth the moment Aemond fucked his cock inside you, was even louder.

It was big.

Big enough to fucking hurt.

You cried out and tried to close your legs, push him away, anything to get him away from you, but all you’ve earned was him pulling the belt, the string wrapped around his gist to make it easier and faster to choke you whenever he wanted.

You arched your back as you gasped for air, your fingers trying to get under the belt, your nails scratching desperately your skin.

Aemond groaned as he stood still for a moment, enjoying the tightness that your spa smile, violated walls were giving to his cock.

“Fuck…” He groaned. “I haven’t felt like this for… Gods I don’t even know how long anymore.” He pulled back for a moment, only to trust back in harshly.

He moved slowly, but deep, and hard.

And you hated it.

You hated it because it was so fucking good.

He finally stopped pulling the belt, so you managed to loosen it again.

You took a deep breath, that one of his thrusts quickly took away.

You moved your wrists down, you pressed them against his abdomen, a weak protest against his movements, but Aemond was quick to yank them away.

“Fucking stay still, you whore.” He growled as he gripped your hips from under your legs, and started thrusting faster, pulling your body back to his, forcing you to meet every one of his thrusts, forcing you to take his cock inside you, his painfully, deliciously long, thick cock.

You could feel your insides begging you to push him away, to make him let go of you, but at the same time, the stinging stretch was becoming pleasurable, your walls slowly coating the skin of his cock with your fluids, making it easier for him to slip back in.

“Starting to like it? Uh?” He chuckled darkly, speaking with arrogance.

He knew he was good.

“Fuck you!” You whined as your back arched, the movement stretched the belt, that tightened slightly around your neck again, but it wasn’t enough to make it impossible to breathe.

It only made your eyes roll back, you head dizzy, and suddenly, the only thing you could feel was him, fucking you like a doll, bringing you a pleasure no one, not even yourself has ever been able to make you feel.

“You’re tight for a whore —” He panted. “So tight —“ He looked down at his cock, how it disappeared from his sight as he pushed inside you, he watched how your cunt would suck him in. 

You moaned loudly, the sound half strained by the belt, as Aemond pulled it again. You knew you had to be ashamed of how much you were enjoying it, or about your expression, of how your mouth hung open, of your tongue falling out. The belt cutting off your breathing was just the cherry on top.

Your head was dizzy, your mind obfuscated by pleasure.

“Look at you.” He scoffed as he started to thrust harder, faster. “Acting out for not wanting it, but now…” He looked at your face, the expression of pure pleasure written all over your features. “So fucked up you can’t even talk. Or protest.” 

You moaned as he kept thrusting inside you, and the sight made something inside Aemond snap. 

He immediately leaned over, placing a hand on the mattress beside your head to keep himself up, his other hand slipping under the belt, closing around it in a fist, and tugging your face closer by the grip. His thrusts became suddenly more intense and harder.

“You don’t even want to. You don’t want to protest.” He growled in front of your face. “You like my cock so much?” He tilted his head to the side, looking down at your face. “You like how I fuck you? How I am reducing you into a complete useless, stupid, whore?” 

You moaned louder, the tip of his cock brushing mercilessly against a sensitive, very sensitive spot inside you, that you didn’t even know existed.

“Shit!” You whined loudly as every muscle of your body tensed, ready to snap. 

Aemond did just that. 

He didn’t stop, he kept moving, he kept wrecking you even through the most powerful orgasm you ever experienced.

You cried out as you squirmed beneath him, your whole body trembling and asking for a break, but he seemed unstoppable.

His eye was fixed on your face as he raised back on his feet, letting go of the belt. He slapped your face before grabbing your hips and lifting them from the bed so he could move you however he wanted.

Your walls were still spasming from your orgasm, and Aemond couldn’t think of something in his life remotely as pleasurable as that.

“Now make me come.” He growled as he deliberately moved your body, his fingers digging in your hips.

“Please, wait –” You sobbed. “Aem -” He slapped you immediately as he heard half his name coming from your lips.

“Shut up.” He growled, positioning your ankles on each side of his neck, both his hands wrapping around your neck, not enough to cut off all of your air, but mostly of it.

“A-Aem –” Your hands immediately flew over his as he started moving faster, his eyes closed as he clenched his jaw. 

He let out a moan, then another one before letting his head fall back, giving you a clear view of his Adam apple moving, and the prominent veins on it.

He tightened his hold on your neck, effectively choking you as he gave you the last few thrusts, shooting his load inside you.

You hit his hands, wrists, his arms, you scratched him, you tried anything to get his hands off your neck, but he wouldn’t let go.

“I’m keeping you.” Those were the last words you heard before it all turned black.

𓂃𓂃𓂃 𓆉 𓂃𓂃𓂃

You woke up sore, confused, and tired.

What the fuck happened?

Ghost Aemond fucking you was surely a strange dream.

“I’m keeping you.”

A shiver went down your back as you heard those words again in your head.

A dream.

You moved the blankets off of you and sat up on the edge of the bed, and as soon as you eyes landed on your thighs, another shiver shook your body.

Bruises. 

The ones a hand would do.

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[hotd-dirus-works]

Made a thing about that 6k story

I needed to picture him before writing it down

[gay-dorito-dust]

hiiiii I love your work so so much cannibal is my fav dragon!!! and I love the fic's you write!! and I was wondering what do you think reader and daemon's relationship? what would it be like you know with cannibal and caraxes added to the mix? also do you think that jace would end up falling for reader like aemond or no?

Cannibal has grown to be my favourite dragon out of all of them alongside Balerion the black dread and would love to do a mini series for him one day, but I don’t want it to feel as though I’m coping and pasting from my cannibal series and do something new.

Also I hope this is what you were after.

Daemon doesn’t make it easy for anyone to like him, neverless trust him wholeheartedly and he wasn’t going to make any exceptions for you, not by a long shot.

The relationship you’d share with the rouge prince is passive to say the least that you felt better when he was out of the room rather than in one. He’s just too much of a loose cannon for your liking and you didn’t take enough risks for his own liking, especially since you’ve claimed Cannibal, Daemon would’ve thought having him would make you more adventurous; only to feel discouraged when it did not.

If anything he probably saw you as Aemond 2.0, claiming a large dragon and all 💀

Daemon didn’t show fear when Cannibal was practically keeping you at a safe distance from him, shrugging it off as though it were a minor inconvenience, and head off in search of Caraxes.

Speaking of Caraxes and Cannibal, needless to say it would be best if they were kept apart from one another for there was not much love lost between the two considering who their riders were. Cannibal didn’t like anyone or anything near you, regardless whether it was dragon or human, he didn’t care as they shouldn’t get close to his human; meanwhile Caraxes cared about you or Cannibal about as much as Daemon did and would make that known however he could.

You and Daemon’s lacklustre of a relationship would be reflected in Cannibal and Caraxes as they side eye one another at every opportunity given to show their lack of trust towards one another. You swore you heard cannibal huff in amusement whenever Caraxes and Daemon got into trouble or exiled as it meant not having to deal with seeing that slim, sleek blood red dragon as often.

Again Cannibal doesn’t trust anyone but you, so don’t be surprised if Cannibal tries to take a bite out of Caraxes from time to time, only for Caraxes to escape every time, old habits die hard I guess.

Jacaerys on the other hand would probably have fallen for you the same time as Aemond did and would grow jealous whenever he heard his uncle speak about you as though you were already his.

You weren’t something to stake claim to as though you were nothing but a possession and Jace knew that he could treat you better than Aemond could, he could be your gentleman if you give him the chance, and he would never make you regret it as Rhaenyra raised him to be the pinochle of what a man should look like.

Jacaerys did not need you to claim Cannibal to realise his pre-established feelings, he need only look at you and be reminded of the kind of man he wanted to be for you, for he could see his future in your eyes and wants to make a start on it as soon as possible but was more then willing to wait for you no matter how long.

He would stand beside you, tall and strong, all the while looking at you from the corner of his eye now and then whenever you spoke up. Jacaerys didn’t make it subtle that he liked you, it was clear for anyone to see that this man was more than willing to walk through fire for you, should you ask it of him of course.

Jace’s lack of subtleness didn’t go unnoticed by Cannibal as he would watch the brown haired man practically follow you like a lovesick pup, making sure you were safe and guarded despite the fact that you could look after yourself, making sure you ate and so on to the point that Cannibal would growl at Jace; warning the prince of what would happen should he become overbearing.

[witchthewriter]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

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๋࣭⭑ 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✶⋆.˚

・An injured rider would make Balerion see pure red. But he would be old enough to reel himself in, listen down the connection/bond to see how badly you were injured and what course of action to take.

・For example, if his rider was incapacitated, then getting you to a safe place is the number one priority. But if you can still ride, then revenge would be enacted.

・Balerion’s immense size and dominance would make him nearly unstoppable.

・Balerion would want to prioritize shielding his injured rider, possibly using his massive body as a physical barrier.

・He might attempt to remove his rider from danger, either by carrying them away or by creating a defensive perimeter of destruction around them.

・Balerion’s intelligence, hinted at in the books, would likely make him more than just a mindless engine of destruction.

・If his rider commanded him to retreat or focus on defense rather than attack, Balerion would likely obey, showing a calculated restraint.

・If his rider is badly injured but in a safe space, then Balerion wouldn't leave their side.

・The large beast would be wary of whoever came near you and would only allow those he knew to help

・If you weren't able to speak aka say commands to Balerion, then he would patrol the area. Not going too far, and perching closer than he usually does

・If you are able to speak, then you would tell him you're alright and he should go on as normal.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐕𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑 ✶⋆.˚

・With an injured rider, Vhagar would be absolutely and utterly furious.

・She would become an overwhelming force, destroying anyone and anything in her vision.

・With guidance from you, Vhagar would calm down.

・Her age evokes wisdom, especially as a war dragon; she would have a keen sense of the battlefield and make sure that while attacking, she is also evacuating you.

・Despite her ferocity, she would be guarding you the whole time. Aka, shielding you and positioning you in a defensive spot.

・Vhagar would continue to spew fire but also growl and roar to frighten off any other potential threats

・Vhagar’s bond with you would lead to visible signs of distress

・Everyone would hear her cries echo across the battlefield, hear her song of woe. She'd feel shame underneath her fury that you got hurt while with her

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑩𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒏: While Balerion’s sheer size and strength might make his reaction similarly destructive, Vhagar’s advanced age and battle experience would give her a more tactical edge.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔: Dragons like Caraxes or Meleys, while also aggressive, would lack Vhagar’s overwhelming physical dominance and ability to destroy on a massive scale.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔: Unlike Dreamfyre or Silverwing, Vhagar’s response would prioritize vengeance and destruction over restraint or evasion.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐒 ✶⋆.˚

・Meraxes, like the other dragons of the Conquest, was a powerful war dragon and used to destruction.

・If her rider were injured, Meraxes’s immediate reaction would be to obliterate the source of the threat.

・In a battle scenario, Meraxes could become an impenetrable barrier of flame and fury, ensuring you were unreachable.

・Dragons are known to express emotions through vocalizations and physical actions.

・If you were hurt, Meraxes would be continuously roaring, snarling, and snapping.

・Her behavior might become erratic or more aggressive, reflecting her emotional connection to her rider.

・The emotional connection is a large factor in the response of a dragon. When a dragon and a person bond, that bond is seemingly for life.

・Whatever hurts the human, is emotionally felt by their mount.

・Hence, Meraxes response would be utterly devastating for your enemies

・She would be doing both: exacting revenge and keeping you safe.

・As one of the most formidable dragons of her era, Meraxes’s wrath would be remembered as nothing short of legendary.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋 ✶⋆.˚

・If The Cannibal's rider were injured, his reaction would ... be to ... kill ... everybody...

・He would lash out with unrestrained savagery.

・His ferocity would far surpass most dragons, as his instincts would push him to eliminate any perceived threat

・The Cannibal would eliminate anything or anyone in proximity to his injured rider, even allies

・The Cannibal, a once wild dragon, is driven by a hyper-territorial instinct.

・After completely obliterating the battle field, he would take his rider to a secluded location, ensuring they remain inaccessible to enemies—or anyone else.

・Even with your commands, it would take him a while to fly you to your other allies as he doesn't trust anyone. Only after hunting the enemy down and wiping them from this earth, will he have calmed down enough to listen to you

๋࣭⭑ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐅𝐘𝐑𝐄 ✶⋆.˚

・Dreamfyre is characterized by a mix of grace, loyalty, and sensitivity, marking her as one of the more intriguing dragons in Westerosi lore.

・Dreamfyre is one of the more gentler dragons. Therefore, there is a completely small chance that she would be on the battlefield. This scenario would be in an out of the blue situation or an attack by the enemy targeting you two.

・However, in this scenario, Dreamfyre would likely focus on defensive actions.

・She would focus on using her fire to clear immediate threats but wouldn't pursue prolonged attacks

・While not as naturally combative as some dragons, Dreamfyre would still lash out if her rider were injured.

・Her response would likely be measured and focused

・Dreamfyre has great speed and agility; using this it would allow her to retreat, ensuring your safety above all else

・With the dragon/rider connection, Dreamfyre would show emotional distress

・Even if you were conscious and trying to calm her down, she would still emit loud, mournful roars or cries.

・While not an overly aggressive dragon, Dreamfyre would still have erratic movements or hostile displays toward anything nearby.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 ✶⋆.˚

・Vermithor is an older, powerful dragon with a temperament.

・Vermithor’s size, strength, and battle experience would make his reaction swift and devastating.

・A measured but brutal assault on attackers.

・A protective stance over the injured rider, displaying his dominance.

・His fire-breathing, completely destructive due to his size, would be unleashed in waves, targeting enemies indiscriminately if he perceived a general danger.

・To protect you further, he would place himself between you and the source of the threat.

・He would continue to try and intimidate any approaching enemies with roaring, hissing, growling and then his fire.

・His intimidation tactics are both used as an expression of anger and a warning to others.

・Erratic behavior, such as pacing or circling would ensue if you were incapacitated and no clear threat remained.

・However, after you're brought to safety, he continues to worry and becomes a very grumpy dragon

・He snaps at whoever comes near. Won't move from his spot which is closest to you.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✶⋆.˚

・Silverwing, who is known to have a calm, gentle, and loyal nature, is a dragon more inclined toward peace than war.

・Being in this position would be quite difficult for her. However, her instincts are to shield you from any further harm.

・This wouldn't happen on a battlefield; she isn't a war dragon and never will be.

・But that doesn't mean she wouldn't care about you -

・No way. She would be so riled up if you were hurt; you mean everything to her.

・She'd position herself as a barrier between you and any perceived threats, using her size and wings to create a defensive shield.

・While not as naturally destructive as dragons like Caraxes or Vermithor, Silverwing would still retaliate if her rider’s injury were caused by an attack.

・Her fire-breathing would likely be precise and focused, aimed at neutralizing specific threats rather than unleashing indiscriminate chaos.

・Her actions would reflect a balance between her rider’s safety and her own survival instincts.

・If the situation were dire, Silverwing would 100% prioritize escaping with you to a safe location.

・Her agility and speed in flight would allow her to remove you from immediate danger while avoiding further confrontation.

・Silverwing’s bond with you would make her sensitive to the your needs, and she might instinctively seek out a secure place

・Dragons are highly attuned to their riders’ emotions and physical well-being. If you were hurt, Silverwing might vocalize her distress through mournful roars or cries, expressing her bond with her rider.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐒 ✶⋆.˚

・Meleys, "The Red Queen," is known for her speed and cunning. If you were injured, Meleys would likely adopt a hit-and-run strategy. Yes, she would come up with that strategy herself

・She's incredibly intelligent; certainly in battle

・Meleys, with her reputation for ferocity in battle, would respond to her rider’s injury with overwhelming aggression.

・If the threat were identifiable, Meleys would unleash her fire and claws directly at the source of the danger, acting swiftly and decisively.

・Her actions would leave the enemy completely obliterated.

・In a chaotic or ambiguous situation, her fury might manifest as indiscriminate attacks, using her speed and power to devastate anything nearby.

・Despite her aggressive nature, Meleys would also prioritize protecting you from further harm.

・Known as one of the fastest dragons, Meleys might take to the skies with you if the situation required a retreat.

・Her speed would make her an effective escape, ensuring her rider’s safety.

・From the air, Meleys could continue her assault, raining fire on enemies while maintaining a strategic advantage.

・Meleys would stay hyper-aware of anything while you're being helped by the maesters

๋࣭⭑ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐒 ✶⋆.˚

・Caraxes has a reputation for aggression, intelligence, and ferocity - all traits that are perfect in a war dragon. And his smaller size does not deter from that fact. He's known as 'The Blood Wyrm' for a reason.

・His reaction to his rider being injured would reflect his deeply protective instincts, fierce temperament, and battle-hardened nature.

・Caraxes would react in an overwhelming retaliation - immediate and violent aggression.

・His reaction would be swift and ruthless, targeting anything or anyone perceived as a threat.

・Caraxes would unleash his fire in a wide and destructive sweep

・He would incinerate enemies without hesitation or regard for any collateral damage.

・The dragon would use his claws, teeth, and tail to tear through attackers, his long and serpentine body giving him a deadly advantage in close combat.

・One thing he has above the other dragons is his unique roar. It would halt the battlefield, making everyone stop what they were doing and rethink their next decision...

・Caraxes' strong bond with you would make him unusually attentive to his rider, potentially staying close to ensure your safety.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐒𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐗 ✶⋆.˚

・Known for her majestic appearance, loyalty, and a more restrained temperament compared to many war-hardened dragons.

・Syrax is described as relatively calm and well-trained.

・ She would likely react with a balance of aggression and loyalty, following your commands even if you were injured.

・Syrax would unleash loud, intimidating roars to deter or frighten off any attackers, creating a moment of pause in the chaos.

・She has both defensive and aggressive actions toward immediate threats. But she doesn't go after them i.e., give chase or hunt. She's more concerned about you.

・Syrax’s bond with her rider would result in visible signs of distress

・Whining or mournful roars to express her anxiety and protectiveness.

・Pacing, stomping, or circling around you, showing her heightened agitation and concern.

・Syrax is very responsive to your guidance, so her reaction would also depend on your condition:

If Conscious: Syrax would likely follow your commands closely, balancing defense and attack according to her rider’s wishes.

If Incapacitated: Without your guidance, Syrax’s instincts would lean toward defense and retreat rather than sustained aggression.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔: Unlike massive dragons like Vhagar or Balerion, Syrax’s response would be more measured, leveraging her loyalty and agility over brute strength.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑨𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔: Syrax would be less overtly destructive than dragons like Caraxes or Vermithor, focusing on protection rather than annihilation or revenge.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔: Like Silverwing, Syrax’s protective instincts would take precedence over aggression, but she would still retaliate if provoked.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 ✶⋆.˚

・His temperament is more even-keeled than some of the larger and more aggressive dragons, but he is still fiercely loyal to his rider.

・If you were injured, Seasmoke’s reaction would reflect his youthful energy, agility, and protective instincts.

・As a younger dragon, Seasmoke might be more reliant on his rider’s commands.

・Seasmoke would likely roar or hiss loudly to warn off attackers, using his presence to assert dominance without necessarily resorting to immediate aggression.

・Seasmoke’s youthful agility would make his attacks quick and precise

・One of Seasmoke’s greatest strengths is his speed and maneuverability, which he would use to prioritize his rider’s safety:

・If the situation became overwhelming, Seasmoke would likely take to the skies, carrying his rider to a secure location far from danger.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔: Unlike massive dragons like Vhagar or Balerion, Seasmoke’s reaction would rely on speed and agility rather than overwhelming power.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑨𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔: Seasmoke would be less destructive than dragons like Caraxes or Vermithor, focusing on defense and precision over outright devastation.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔: While not as passive as Silverwing or Dreamfyre, Seasmoke’s response would blend protectiveness with a readiness to retaliate if needed.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐎𝐍 ✶⋆.˚

・His reaction would be intense, driven by his instinct to protect you

・Drogon would have an overwhelming aggression toward the perceived threat.

・He'd unleash a devastating torrent of fire, indiscriminately attacking anyone or anything nearby that he associates with the danger.

・In the moment he wouldn't be able to discern who is friend or foe. All he knows is that you're hurt, and he practically allowed it to happen.

・The battlefield would be complete destruction. Even if you said the word 'Dracarys' or not.

・There'd be nowhere for anyone to run and hide; everything would be set alight. There wouldn't be any enemies left.

・If your injury is really bad than Drogon’s aggression would increase in the following days or weeks.

・Drogon could become more irritable or territorial, perceiving any approach toward you as a potential threat.

・His bond with you would most definitely intensify, causing him to stay closer than usual and grow even more protective.

・It means even his brothers wouldn't be able to come near you

๋࣭⭑ 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 ✶⋆.˚

・He has a temperament that's balanced between the aggressiveness of Drogon and the gentleness of Viserion.

・Rhaegal perceives himself as your guardian; the one who will protect and look after you no matter what.

・His reaction to his rider being injured would reflect his protective instincts, loyalty to you.

・Rhaegal’s nature suggests he would retaliate against those who harmed his rider, but his response would be more measured than Drogon’s fiery rage

・He would strike down attackers with calculated force. Not letting anyone near you, for fear of causing further injuries.

・Defensive posturing, shielding you with his body. Taking as many hits as he needs to keep you safe

・Potentially retreating to a safe location if you were incapacitated. He knows who is enemies and allies are and if he cannot get you to help, then he will find a place to keep you safe

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒐𝒏: Rhaegal's reaction would likely be more measured and defensive, as Drogon’s temperament leans toward unrestrained aggression.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑽𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒏: Rhaegal’s response would be similar in wanting to get you to safety, but he might exhibit less emotional vulnerability. He'd be more concerned with what comes next.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑶𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔: Unlike seasoned and battle-hardened dragons like Vhagar or Balerion, Rhaegal's reaction would lack the overwhelming dominance and experience but would still showcase fierce loyalty and instinctive defense.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✶⋆.˚

・Viserion, like Rhaegal, is less aggressive than Drogon but still fiercely loyal. If injured, his response might depend on the severity of the threat.

・In this scenario, when Viserion is being attacked and has an injured rider, then he will become death. People often disregard him as the most affectionate of the dragons; which is true. But that doesn't mean he wouldn't fight to the death to keep you alive and safe.

・He would be using every part of his body to attack; fire, his claws, whipping his tail, roaring, and using his body to shield you

・If the injury were severe or the danger overwhelming, Viserion would prioritize fleeing the situation to carry you to safety

・Viserion’s response would also depend heavily on your condition and commands

・He would become more erratic without hearing you or your instruction

・If you were gravely injured or incapacitated, Viserion would likely remain close, refusing to leave her side and acting as a vigilant protector.

・When he gets you to safety, he'll be gentle to land - not wanting to jostle you. He's very intune with you.

・But when he's alone, he'll start whining and crying. Feeling guilty.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒐𝒏: Viserion’s reaction would likely be more measured and defensive, as Drogon’s temperament leans toward unrestrained aggression.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑹𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒍: Rhaegal’s response would be similar in protectiveness, but Viserion might exhibit more emotional vulnerability given his more sensitive disposition.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑶𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔: Unlike seasoned and battle-hardened dragons like Vhagar or Balerion, Viserion’s reaction would lack the overwhelming dominance and experience but would still showcase fierce loyalty and instinctive defense.

𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕:

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𝒈𝒊𝒇 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕:

@targaryensource, @drogonthered, @daenerys-stormborn. @itsvergilsparda, @gameofthronesdaily, @fireandbloodsource, @desmond-the-queer-dragon,

[nightingale2004]

Hotd dragons as humans pt.2

Caraxes

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Sunfyre

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[jaehaeryshater]

In 60 AC, the first egg of the latest clutch laid by Vhagar hatched. At the age of 112, Vhagar was already a seasoned mother. Vhagar was an adequate mother by all accounts, but up until then, a hands off and tough love type. She made no fuss until Caraxes hatched from his egg. Born with a birth defect, he at first had a hard time flying or even walking. Vhagar was extremely attentive, always nuzzling and “talking” to him, making sure he was alright. Caraxes, always the performer, soaked up the attention of his mother. He always yipped at her and followed her around, none the wiser of her concern or his defect.

beautiful commission by the lovely @moonwyvern

I haven’t shared my dragon family tree on here yet, but I firmly set Caraxes as the offspring of Balerion and Vhagar. This is for a few reasons; first off, they are one of only two canon mated pairs at this time. Second, I believe the theory that Caraxes’s neck is not due to genetics but rather a congenital mutation caused by environmental factors picked up in Valyria by Balerion. Not sure how that would work exactly, but it’s a cool theory. All that to say, it definitely is a punch to the gut that Caraxes and Vhagar were made to kill each other. There was a time, in my opinion, that Vhagar felt instinctual “love” for her hatchling, and I wanted to show that. We also usually see Vhagar as blood thirsty and a war dragon, and she is, but my goal was to represent that she’s just an animal at the end of the day, and to show a softer side of her in more peaceful times (also the idea that dragon naturally have a bond with their offspring, and how tragic it is that human beings severed those ties because they thought themselves above nature and more qualified to take care of the babies themselves). I also have an upcoming commission of Vhagar and her mate Balerion with hatchlings even earlier on in the timeline, so watch out for that. Vhagar has a special place in my heart, and I’m always here for more content.

Also, Vhagar was riderless at this time; if Visenya had taken away Caraxes it would have been easy, but I imagine when Jaehaerys proclaimed that they must take Caraxes away from her, she screamed and squalled and bit off the dragonkeeper’s hand and burned two others. I reckon the dragonkeepers always had a hard time taking babies away from their mothers, but an especially hard time in this case (pls pls somebody talk to me in my inbox if you want to talk dragonposting, I’m itching to talk about it).

Thank you so much to moonwyvern, they really brought my idea to life and their prices were extremely reasonable given the quality that I received. They were also very accommodating to feedback, and pleasant to work with. I am in awe of how they were able to portray exactly what I was going for. Vhagar usually looks mean or stern in artworks, but here she is curious and perhaps a little concerned, but mostly amused with her little one. Honestly, I’d recommend anybody looking for a dragon commission to go to this artist because they were great to work with and are quite versatile within their niche.

Bonus because the artist wanted to experiment with the dragonpit in the day versus night and the shadows that come with that

[ozai-the-bonsai]

Memento Mori

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: loads and loads of tension in the air!!!!

A/N: I absolutely loved writing this chapter, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did - I am excited to see what you think about it!!!

After supper, Daemon found her lurking around Caraxes, she shined like a beacon in the dark of the night.

During the meetings with the riverlords, Lúthril had been by Daemon’s side, keeping her distance from everyone around her, only interfering to offer Daemon her wisdom or when Daemon asked her to provide her opinion on certain matters. Even though she kept saying that she had no King, in front of the little lords of the Riverlands, she did indeed act as if she had pledged her loyalty to Daemon as her king.

In everything she did, she was just too perfect: the way she carried herself ever so gracefully, the way she talked, her choice of words… It felt somehow wrong, making Daemon feel uneasy around her. Of course, at such moments, he would remember that she was no human and the uneasy feeling would go away. Deep down, he knew it only made sense for her to be perfect after having spent many years with the Gods.

Others in Harrenhal were mesmerised by her beauty the moment they saw Lúthril for the very first time that day – Daemon could swear he had seen Simon Strong drooling. Many tried to question her about where she came from and who she really was but Lúthril had a way with words – before they even knew it, she would brush the questions under the table, changing the subject or offering her wisdom about something completely irrelevant.

Before supper, Simon Strong had ordered the servants to prepare a room for the Lady to use as her chambers. Daemon could only imagine how different it had to feel to finally have a bed after hundred years of imprisonment.

As he approached Caraxes, the memories of the conversation earlier haunted him once again that day. Lúthril’s knowledge of his darkest deeds unnerved him. She was not just an advisor. She was a force—one he could not yet comprehend. But whether she was his salvation or his undoing, only time would tell.

“You give me the feeling that you enjoy the presence of my dragon more than my own, my Lady.” Daemon said, causing Lúthril to raise her head to meet his gaze. Throughout the day, he had got used to addressing her as my Lady to make the riverlords believe that she was some lady from somewhere. “Have you ever seen one this close before?”

Lúthril nodded as she placed her right hand on Caraxes’ scales. To Daemon’s surprise, the dragon was actually allowing her to touch itself, to come near itself. Daemon had no information about the Valargon’s relationship to the dragons; however, the view in front of his eyes was enough to intrigue him.

“We lived in Valyria amongst the dragonlords for a long time,” she responded, “but long before Daenys the Dreamer had her visions about the Doom, our Seers told us that we had to move to Westros.”

“So you can speak High Valyrian,” Daemon swiftly switched to his mother-tongue, causing Lúthril to giggle as she walked towards him.

“Of course I can,” Lúthril responded in High Valyrian. “Back then, the wealthiest dragonlords of Valyria could also speak the language of my people.”

Daemon took a few moments before continuing the conversation – the way Lúthril spoke the language had him mesmerised. The way the words rolled off her tongue, how High Valyrian added even more grace to her (as if it was possible) made Daemon want to stay there and just listen to her speaking in the language of his ancestors for the rest of his life.

“What about the dragons? Why do they know you?” Daemon asked, trying to gather his thoughts on the present moment but it was hard not to drift away. “Your people were no dragonlords, yet Caraxes seems to recognise your blood somehow.”

“Do you know how Targaryens became dragonlords, Daemon?” Lúthril asked, switching to the common tongue. Her intense gaze was causing different emotions to rise within Daemon, which had been confusing him ever since he met her. He didn’t really know her and yet, he was feeling the strongest attraction he has ever experienced in his life. It was exhilarating and also unsettling.

Daemon followed her when she started walking. “Of course,” he said, trying to understand where she was headed with this question. “They used blood magic – even Targaryen babes know about this.”

Lúthril sent him a confident look as she slowed down her steps. “And who do you think taught them how to carry out the blood magic to bind the dragons to the descendants of Valyrian blood?” Upon seeing the change in Daemon’s expression, she laughed. “I believe you now know the answer.”

“So it was your people?” Daemon asked, he found it hard to believe that the Valargon had played such a huge part in shaping the Targaryen dynasty – by teaching them how to be dragonlords. “That made us kings?”

She shook her head, causing her long hair to sway. “No, we simply taught you how to bind the dragons – the rest, you have accomplished yourselves.” Taking a deep breath, she rested her forehead against Caraxes’ scales, her feet stopping. It was astonishing that Caraxes was allowing her to get that close to him and that Lúthril was not getting any burns since the scales of a dragon tended to get very hot, even steaming during cold nights. “We gave you dragonfire, which eventually became our death. Destiny works in funny ways.”

Standing behind her, Daemon kept still for a moment, trying to decide whether he should listen to the wicked whispers crowding his thoughts. His reason was screaming at its lungs, telling him it was wrong, flashing him memories with Rhaenyra to make him feel awful about himself. However, the yearning after Lúthril and the desire to touch her skin was way stronger, coming from his very essence. The moment he laid his eyes on her, he would forget about Rhaenyra in a heartbeat.

At that instant, all Daemon wanted was to have her.

Listening to the whispers, Daemon took a big step towards Lúthril, resting his hands on either sides of her head, which still leaned the warm scales of Caraxes. The dragon’s hard scales were warm against Daemon’s skin, still leaving his hands unburnt. Upon realising the movements around him, Caraxes raised his long neck in an uneasy manner; however, upon seeing Daemon, the dragon let itself rest again.

“How interesting that might be, it still doesn’t answer my question – why does Caraxes recognise you?” Daemon whispered in her ear in High Valyrian. The way Lúthril shivered when his warm breath reached her ear was visible to Daemon as well, causing the edge of his lips to curl upwards.

“It is not just Caraxes,” She responded in High Valyrian, still her back was facing Daemon. “All dragons recognise us – the Valargon blood has been known to them ever since the first hatchling flapped its wings. They can smell our magic and realise its similarity to theirs.”

With slow movements, Daemon raised his right hand for a brief moment to gather Lúthril’s hair on her right shoulder. Then, he leant in for his lips to be on a level with her ear. His warm breath licked her exposed neck, causing her to take a deep breath. “In that case, I am certain Caraxes would gladly let you fly with me.” Daemon’s words were lower than a whisper. “Have you ever ridden a dragon?”

Lúthril paused for a moment before speaking, Daemon wished he could know what she thought at that moment or how she felt; however, she had a strong grip on herself, trying to show Daemon as little as she could. Well, the Rogue Prince always welcomed a challenge – the harder it was to unravel her mysteries, the more satisfaction the prize at the end brought.

“Flown I have,” Lúthril switched to the common tongue as she slowly turned inside Daemon’s arms to face him. The small distance between their bodies felt like it could burn any moment with the tension heavy in the air. “But not on dragonback.”

Daemon raised an eyebrow at her, looking down to meet her gaze. She seemed to know how to play this game as well; however, her moments of hesitation were more visible to the naked eye than his. “I believe you have to provide me more details as to how it is possible to fly without a dragon.”

A smirk found its way to her lips as she pushed back a strand of hair falling in front of her eyes. “Daemon Targaryen, you do forget who I am often enough,” she spoke with a playful tone. “Why should it puzzle you that a being able to see your past, present and future can fly too?”

“I have never seen a person floating on their own in the sky,” Daemon responded with his quick wit, following the same playful tone Lúthril has set. He leaned in even further so that his lips were brushing against hers when he spoke, “have you?”

Even the brief touch of their lips in that single moment sent a shiver down her spine, Daemon had to try hard not to put on his victory smirk. He wanted to make her desperate for himself for he enjoyed this little game more than he could put into words.

He felt… alive after a long, long time.

Lúthril’s response took him by surprise. “It saddens me that your mind insists on restricting me to the fragile human body.”

“Ah,” Daemon spoke as he took a step back. “A shapeshifter, then.” It was a thought which has not occurred to him before; however, given everything the enchantress could do with her magic, shapeshifting was really not so surprising. “Which body does my Lady prefer for a pleasant flight?”

A giggle escaped her lips as she followed Daemon on his way to Caraxes’ saddle. “An eagle,” she responded, “a white eagle.”

[POV change]

You wrapped your hands tighter around Daemon’s waist as Caraxes flew through the night sky. Even though you had flown yourself, dragonback was a far different experience – far more thrilling and far more terrifying – even for someone like yourself.

In Valyria, conquering the skies amongst the dragons used to be one of your greatest pleasures in life – but that was another time, another life, when fire had not yet consumed your world, turning everyone you once held dear to ashes.

The wind tugged at your hair, the cold air biting against your skin and for a brief moment, you allowed yourself to feel the warmth of Daemon’s body through the leather garments he carried. Strange, you thought. He had a fire burning within him, one that not even the flames of his dragon could match.

And yet, he did not know how easily he could be consumed by it.

Perhaps I myself, too, do not know how easily I can be consumed by it. The fire burning with the dragon.

For centuries, you had been untouchable, even in your imprisonment. Men, mortal or otherwise, held no sway over you. Yet, this one—Daemon Targaryen—made you question your restraint. His touch was a flame you didn’t wish to extinguish, though you knew it was dangerous to let it burn too brightly.

Your fingers, so accustomed to cold distance, now gripped him as though clinging to the last rays of the eternal light. Vulnerability, once alien, now crept beneath your skin like an uninvited guest, and you wondered how long you could allow yourself to burn.

Knowledge made it even more sweeter, the taste of the fruit. Knowing that the connection between you and Daemon had been woven into the very fabric of the time.

Is this why I find it impossible to walk away from him? you thought as you inhaled his scent, which somehow brought peace to your mind. Or is it something else?

Being close to him was becoming more intoxicating each time – you could not even recall the last time you had experienced such feelings towards another person, Valargon or human. It felt… exciting, in a different way. Despite knowing his past, present and future; Daemon was still a mysterious new book needed to be read – you had to let yourself get lost between its pages to taste its mysteries.

Desire was, indeed, quite hard to put a leash on.

“You have been quite,” Daemon spoke, breaking the silence. “Is everything alright?”

“I am simply enjoying the skies,” you responded with a content tone, “it is truly wonderous – exploring the night sky on dragonback.”

For a quick moment, Daemon looked over his shoulder to meet your gaze, his purple eyes shinning with joy. “I am glad you are enjoying yourself, my Lady.”

After a short pause, you spoke. “I do enjoy your presence, too, Daemon Targaryen.” A soft chuckle followed. “Not just your dragon’s.”

Daemon’s laugh sent shivers down your spine, you found it hard to believe how much you had grown you like that sound. It was utterly enchanting, leaving you wanting to crawl into his arms.

After dismounting Caraxes, you both stood next to each other, looking at the cursed castle of Harrenhal in silence. The night was still calm but the wind was getting colder and the full moon was slowly leaving its place to the waning crescent, its light reflecting from the diamonds on your dress.

Upon feeling his gaze on yourself, you turned your head to the left, Daemon’s purple eyes awaiting you. The flirtatious aura he normally had around himself was quite thin at that moment; all you could see in his eyes was… adoration. You couldn’t recall the last time someone looked at you that exact way.

“The diamonds on your dress,” Daemon spoke slowly as he raised his right hand. His fingers brushed against the diamonds adorning the neckline of your dress. “They make me feel like as if they have captured the light of the stars inside.”

A small smile formed on your lips. “You are not entirely wrong,” you responded, causing him to raise an eyebrow. “These diamonds were forged under the light of thousand stars, during the brightest night in the Land of the Gods.”

Daemon’s hand moved up to your shoulder, the ghost of his fingers trailing down your left arm over the fabric of your silver dress, giving you goosebumps. You took a deep breath. The effect of his touch on you was terrifying – your heart was on a race, breaths getting deeper, your body aching for more.

“So they did capture the light of the stars,” Daemon muttered as he gently held your hand. “Any less wouldn’t do your beauty any justice.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

The distance between your bodies seemed to get less and less, until you stopped yourself – you knew today was not the right time. Upon seeing the confused look in Daemon’s purple eyes, you placed your right hand on the side of his face, your left hand holding his right one.

“Not today,” you whispered, your lips slightly touching his as you spoke. “The stars move in their own time, Daemon. Let us not rush what’s already written.”

Standing on your fingertips, you left a kiss on his left cheek, a chuckle leaving Daemon’s lips. “You are a strange kind of woman,” he spoke as you stepped back.

With a smile on your lips, you turned around to head back to the castle. “Good night, Daemon.”

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