Discover characters collected under the HouseOfTheDragonOc tag.
You Pushed Him Too Far This Time. The heavy oak door slammed shut behind you with a thunderous echo, the sound reverberating through the stone walls of your chambers. Your breath hitched as Taeceraenyx’s hand tightened ar ...
Two Little Gifts The soft glow of the bedside hearth bathed the room in a warm, golden light, casting gentle shadows that danced along the walls. The air was hushed, save for the faint crackling of the fire and the soft, ...
What Could Have Been. The chamber was quiet, save for the faint rustle of thread passing through fabric. Baeloria sat near the window, her silver-blonde hair catching the light of the late afternoon sun as it poured throu ...
Forever In Yellow, She's Just "Vhaenyra Baratheon". The Great Hall of the Red Keep was alive with laughter, music, and the clinking of goblets as lords and ladies from across the realm gathered to celebrate King Viserys I ...
Protective Husband Vs A Protective Dragon. The Dragonpit echoed with the deep, reverberating sound of Drakorys’s breathing, his massive black-scaled form shifting as he adjusted his weight. His crimson eyes flickered in t ...
Oh, How He Loves His Wife. The fire in the hearth crackled softly, casting a warm, amber glow across the room. The sound of Malaegar’s slow, heavy breaths filled the air, mingling with the gentle rustle of sheets as his b ...
Not Even Born Yet, But Still Such A Little Warrior. The soft glow of the moonlight bathes the room in a gentle, silvery light, casting long shadows that dance across the walls of your chambers on Dragonstone. The night is ...
He Wants One.. Or Ten. “Tell me you want this,” Vaeraenar’s voice was low, a growl that curled in the air like smoke, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his hands gripped your hips. “Tell me you want my ba ...
Riding Him Like A Dragon. ”Fuck, you feel like fire. Like mine,” Aerylon growled, his voice low and raspy, his breath hot against your chest as he buried his face between your breasts. His lips and tongue worked greedily, ...
On The Brink Of Change. The soft hush of morning lingers in the air, golden light spilling through the tall windows of your shared chambers. The fire in the hearth has dwindled to embers, casting a faint warmth across the ...
| Forced marriage with the King |
| Your chaotic dragon rider uncle |
A Knight Turned Glorified Babysitter. The forest was alive with the soft hum of nature—the distant chirping of birds, the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze, and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot. Dappled sunli ...