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He was on top of most of his duties and seemed to be thriving in his new environment until he caught the attention of Lyonel Baratheon himself, he doesn’t know how he did it just that one day he was doing his usual rounds and the next thing he knew the heir was following him around and badgering him and asking incessantly after him, the only times he was spared was when he was in the bathroom or home.

Lyonel wasn't the only one who had smelt the blood in the water or more accurately Dunk in the water, Baelor Targaryen had seen Dunk at a fund-raiser and been hounding after Dunk ever since he would ask Lyonel how the secretary was doing or if he had eaten yet or if Dunk was looking for better employment. Lyonel had thrown a tantrum and had Baelor banned from any Baratheon premises. Of course that didn't stop Baelor because he just had Dunk's information privately searched and had begun sending letters to Dunk's home.

Dunk doesn't realise he's becoming a vampire, his skin blisters too long in the sun, he eyes ache whenever he's outside, he's been hungry before but now it's an all consuming pit in his stomach demanding something he cannot name, his canines had fallen out and sharp pointed teeth have replaced the old ones, these ones cutting into his gums and it feels as if his limbs have been grotesquely extending themselves, he tries to look into a mirror and see the physical difference himself but every mirror he finds must be broken for they do not show him in its surface. He feels a stranger in his own body. All he does now is sleep through the day, and roam at night, he does not know why he wonders just that he knows he's looking for something.

Egg is excited to have a fledgeling for himself, his family had forbade the younger Targaryen's from making ones just like them until they were presented to the family and given approval, but Egg didn't want them to turn his noble knight away when he had only just found him. So when Dunk laid himself to sleep, he had snuck his way to his prone form and turned his head away till his neck was in full view. When he bit down, Dunk had grunted and tried to squirm away but Egg had used his strength to hold him in place, when Egg had felt the tentative bond form between them he was ecstatic.

Baelor had ridden against many a knight and even against Dunk's own husband. His husband lost and Baelor had been victorious. When Dunk had gone to congratulate the prince, he was struck dumb with how handsome he had been and how eloquent with his speech.

When Baelor had spotted Dunk he was charmed by how shy he had been and how he wasn't slighted by his husbands defeat. They started trading letters back and forth since the tourney, telling each other of their day and what they kept close to their hearts. Soon they were meeting at tourneys and events held by the royal family. They never had a physical relationship till both their spouses died.

They never disclosed their relationship to the public, they wanted their quiet peace to last a little longer. When their children had grown bigger they were informed of Dunk and Baelor's love for one another.

Dunk being a bastard of Aegon the unworthy and growing up alongside his half siblings, he learns the sword and is never left alone, his elder half brother Daemon is constantly at his side, correcting his form, his grip and his stance. His hands never strayed far from Dunk. People would whisper behind their hands and watch the two pointedly.

Others would say Daemon was possessive and had hoarded Dunk's attention zealously, Daemon would follow Dunk with his eyes all the time, in the training yard, in the keep, in the streets of Kingslanding, and on the road whenever the king sent them on small retrieval missions. He would drag Dunk to his tent in the night and make him share a bedroll and when they were back in Kingslanding Daemon would drag him to his rooms.

The last few times a person tried to pull Dunk's attention to themselves, they had been challenged publicly and loudly, each and every time they would lose, most times they would lose a limb or be permanently embarrassed that they would not show their faces for an age.

When asked why he guarded Dunk like he was a fair maid, he would say that's because Dunk is his fair maid. Aegon IV was asked to restrain his sons obsession with his younger brother and it was said he laughed and laughed and laughed till the person asking was escorted out and never seen again, people stopped asking after that.

Some try to ask Dunk if he is ok being so isolated, and he only says he isn't, he trains with his half brothers, he helps the servants if he sees them struggling and his speaks to other knights. He just thinks Daemon is passionate about their shared blood and wants to protect Dunk as any good elder brother would.

Daemon wants to marry in the old traditions of house Targaryen, he wants to mix his blood with Dunk's and bind their souls together forever more, he met Dunk completely by accident, he and his other brothers had entered fleabottom in search of mischief, Aegor had spotted Dunk first and proclaimed him the largest boy he had ever seen. The others had griped and taunted and said there was no way he was a boy, he must be a man grown.

All of them had walked closer and closer till Dunk was crowded, Daemon had stopped short when he realised that this boy had their eyes, lighter and a tad bit bluer in the shadows but when they were in the sun the purple would come to life like an inferno. His face was dirty and anyone could tell he didn't have consistent meals but his beauty had shown through.

The others had stilled too, wether because of the boyish face or because they too found him pretty, Daemon had been the first to reach out and grab him. Dunk was dragged all the way back to the royal lodgings, Daemon had stripped him down and shoved him into the bath, scrubbing until his skin was clean of all the dirt, Dunk was unsuccessfully trying to cover himself. Shy and pink and sinking under the water to escape the harsh grip Daemon had encased him in, Daemon wouldn't let him go for long cause he would grab Dunk under his arms and lift till he wasn't submerged. No servants were allowed to assist, Daemon had threatened them all away when they had first tried to strip Dunk, only him and his brothers were permitted to look upon their newly found half brother.

It didn't come back till they had hunkered down to sleep, Dunk felt its small body creep into his bedroll and curly itself into a ball at his midsection. When they woke it was gone, and Dunk had thought he imagined it. But like clockwork every night he would feel a small body join his. Dunk had named her Tulip. He would sing song her name and she would wiggle in glee.

The second was bolder and less likely to fly away, it was a beautiful yellow with an orange underbelly and green eyes, it had dropped straight down onto Dunk's shoulders and latched on even when Dunk had yelped and jumped to his feet quickly, it had only latched on tighter and enjoyed the ride. Yowling in delight and puffs of smoke escaping its mouth. It had stayed and so it was named Burning Heart (flower), unusual for a dragon to be named after a flower but it suited him well.

All the rest joined their merry little band quickly, all types of hellions with varying personalities, each and every one was named for a plant or flower.

When Arlan died, Dunk didn't know what to do with all his new animal companions, he couldn't leave them to fend for themselves and he couldn't drop them off in a meadow or orchard, they wouldn't know why he had left them, he couldn't very well feed himself, three horses and a wide variety of dragons who cried when he left then alone for more than a minute.

So he resolved himself into finding people who could handle the little things, but dragon masters have long since left this plain and Targaryen's were more like to cut him down and take his little friends by force. Plus with the Blackfyre sympathisers still alive and well in this kingdom he didn't wanna risk their wrath either.

He went to an inn and hid his little companions in his saddle bags, they were still small enough to hide well enough that no one would think to look for them or even if they were discovered he hoped they would play at being toys. He asked for no stable hand to tend to his horses, he stabled them himself and made sure to tell the one lone bald boy they were to be left alone. He should of known better. When he entered the inn a drunkard had stopped him and told him he reeked of fire and blood, he had bathed only a day ago so he didn't understand what the man had meant, the drunkard had interlaced their fingers and rubbed his jaw along Dunk's hand before he took his leave with a slurred mumble under his breath.

When he came back to the stable after being fed and given directions he heard screeches and squawks being bellowed out and a startled yelp from the bald boy, when he ran to the stalls the boy was covered head to toe in baby dragons all wriggling and strutting along his body as of he were the floor rather than a boy.

Egg the boy had insisted on joining him in raising the dragons, he told Dunk he was an orphan and had no home, he told Dunk of a place they could go and never have a hoard of men after them, Egg had not told Dunk who he was, Egg's father is freaking the fuck out, he thinks Egg had been kidnapped and being held for ransom. Egg and Dunk are basking in a peaceful country side life. Egg has taken to giving commands in high Valyrian to the dragons, they don't listen, they only understand Dunk and he speaks the common tongue, Egg is flabbergasted. The dragons treat Dunk like he is their herd mother, he is never left alone when hes awake he has babies clinging to him and joining him in his day to day, when he sleeps he is overheated because he has a bunch of little furnaces in his bed. Egg is included in the new clinginess, he is treated like another baby dragon rather than a human boy.

There are good moments when their in sync, lazing about on their couch and watching cartoon re-runs, eating at their favourite take out spots, Daeron would take Dunk outside and lay on the grass with him and talk about all the different constellations and Dunk would ask what their stories were, Dunk would take Daeron to the local shelter he works for and they would meander about tending to different animals and giggling about all the silly names their owners had given them, they would take long walks along the beach and pick out shells that matched the others eye colour, every so often Daeron would invite Dunk to a family dinner because he knew his youngest siblings missed him, and in return Dunk would do the same. Dunk and Daeron were high school sweethearts, they had been through hardships together but love isn't preserving their relationship anymore, it's destroying it.

Just thinking of the refined and gallant prince being so debauched and depraved in the public eye, no shame to be seen as he ruts up against this giant man. He's holding him down by his hips, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh and leaving red cresents to trail in his wake. Their left gasping in oxygen but deny themselves air just so they can continue to lip lock, hands roaming and clothes leaving their bodies, baring themselves to the world, completely oblivious to anyone but them. Dunk is stripped quicker than Valarr, Valarr makes sure to leave a hickey on every surface he can reach. Dunk in return rakes his nails down his princes back. Now their both in each others colours.

Maeker's voice is strong and unyielding, not even a single stutter in any of his sentences while Dunk is busy trying not to choke. Dunk has done this plenty of times before and yet he can never get used to a man this size no matter how much he is put to work. Dunk's vision is becoming hazy and he can feel himself succumbing. Slipping down into a light subdrop, it is slow and soft, it doesn't help that Maker has started lightly thrusting into him. Not harsh or fast, just steady and deep.

Everyone says he was once a mortal man himself before he ascended death and was chosen for godhood, Lyonel is a possessive creature prone to jealousy and an explosive temper that would shake the very earth. When he was given his little bride he was amused, of all the things to give a god and this mere woman gave him a child, he should of struck her down, he nearly did until he saw his little bride.

His little bride to be had a soul of gold and stars and it was as if nature itself moved in sync with his little breathes, sunlight curved to grace his face and the storm Lyonel came with stopped in its force, slowing down till it was nothing but a light breeze. Nature came to life around him and animals sung their songs as if rejoicing in this little babes existence. Lyonel agreed to the woman's demands and told her she would raise him till he was of age and that when he was his bride was of age, he would be taken to wife. He told her if anyone took Dunk he would ruin her and make sure she would never grace her gods halls ever, he would drag her down into the earth and leave her in the deepest pits to rot forever.

Of course when that wretch let his Dunk be taken he was true to his word and had his hounds drag her through his woods and lay her at his feet, she was blubbering and pleading his mercy, he did not relent and had her ripped through the Earth's crust till she was being pulled through layers. She would never be found and she would never rest.

Shiera swipes away his tears when they dig particularly deep, hushing his pained noises and swallowing them down onto her own body. She pushes into the discoloured patches left behind by punches laid into him. Brynden watches and does the same on the other side, both pressing into Dunk's injuries simultaneously. He's sucking his own marks into Dunk's neck, teeth clamping down till they colour Dunk as well.

They drag him to their baths and strip him down to better access his wounds, nothing a few weeks of rest won't fix (or so they tell him, he could just as easily take a week to heal ad be back in perfect health) Brynden washes him down and puts all kinds of hair products into Dunk's hair, Bryden makes sure the body wash he uses carries both his and Shiera's smell, he wants their third to be absolutely claimed in the ways of dragons (scent marking, sharing their resources and being taken care of after battle).