Knighted Dragon - Dunk is a dragon and chooses to do nothing with this information until the chaos that is Ashford. StormHedge.
Errant Hatchling - Valerian type Dragon!Dunk. Got way angstier than I thought. Found family but the family is the Targs so it kinda goes to shit. Mainly to deal with my gripes about Dragon treatment in the ASoIaF world. No romance so far (won't be any Targs if it does show up).
Maiden Knight - Basically crossover with Death of a Unicorn with bonus lore (the teeth and horns of the unicorns in that movie gave me ideas.) Dunk does a good deed, gets his heart eaten for it and this is a positive.
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(think this one is just gonna stay as au points except a beginning part lol)
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He's 15 when he dies.
He and his ser had answered the call to help defeat the Vulture King, who had been causing trouble in the passes of the Red mountains.
There had been a clash in the canyons of the mountains, the air thick with the sounds of steel and death.
He wasn't even supposed to be seeing battle, but the outlaws hit during the moving of the camp.
It had taken only a second of distraction, avoiding one danger to fall to another.
He had slipped and fallen into a water filled cravase, swept away by the current of the stream.
He didn't know how long he fought to keep about the water, always just reaching air in time.
Eventually, he had heaved himself out of the water, the shot canyon widening to something with banks.
Exhausted, he had laid there staring at the sky, watching the light and cloud move across the sky.
As he lay there the faint sound of panting and snorting reached his waterlogged ears.
It sounded much like a horse in distress.
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Meet your herd
- Dunk rescues the Foal from a trap left by the Vulture Kings men.
- He was injured before falling into the cravase that swept him to where the foal was.
- After the effort of it all, he's absolutely exhausted but gets the foal and him to a cave that's deep enough to hide in.
- Dunks dying from bloodloss and shock.
- He and Foal curl up together as the chill of night comes in.
- Middle of the the night, Dunk wakes to sounds of something coming into the cave.
- He gets front of the Foal , legs shaking , with rock in hand prepared to die defending it.
- Its the Father and Mother.
- Dunk collapses in relief. The Foal is going to be ok.
- The Mother checks over the foal as the Father inspects Dunk.
- He offers his horn, glowing to Dunk, which after much checking that that's what this frankly terrifyingly beautiful creature wants he to does.
- Father uses it to see what happened and finds that this human has the heart of a Maiden and the soul of a knight.
- Decides that his herd has a place for him but needs permission from Dunk to make it so.
- Thoughts, feelings etc conveys what he wants to Dunk.
- Explains that this world has magic so they can't just heal Dunk cause of "rules", but if they make him thiers then all bets are off.
- Dunk, not knowing what that means exactly, with nothing truely to loose and the little boy from Flea Bottom just wanting somewhere to belong says yes.
- next thing absolute agony rips though him as the Mother's horn burst out of his chest with his still beating heart impaled on it.
- Not know what exactly he's doing but doing what feels right, he plucks the heart off and stares at it for a second before offering to the Father as the Mothers horn pulls from his body.
- He flops back to lean against her flank, still holding out the beating heart, blood turning the bright white hide to red.
-He watches as the Father takes the heart between his teeth and shares it with the Foal and Mother.
- As he watches the beautiful monstrous creatures devour his heart, warmth the likes of which he's never felt before explodes in his empty chest.
- With the love of unknowable beings beating in his chest his awareness fades away.
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This one doesn't seem to want to be written as much as exist and I love reading other people's Au so....
The Death of a Unicorn, Unicorns are Eldritch horrors and I love that so fucking much. One of my favourite creature designs of all time.
We've all heard about vampire hunter that becomes a vampire, or werewolf hunter that's secretly a werewolf, but what about knight that's turning into a dragon
Dunk is barely six when he looses his first treasure. His mother screams at him to run as she is grabbed by gold cloaks.
Her only crime is to be a lone lowborn woman in Flea Bottom.
He returns hours later, after waiting for her to find him. She's slumped against the wall of an alley near where they had been set upon.
She smells of pain and blood and another smell that he wouldn't understand til years later.
The scent of her attackers settle into a place in his memory that rages.
Her face is blackened and swollen, breath stuttering between her lips, as blood and spit leak out with each exhale.
Her eyes brighten slightly as he reaches for her, hands hovering, not knowing where he could touch without harm.
"Mama, are you ok?"
With tears welling in her eyes she tells him the bare truth.
"No my hatchling, I'm not."
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His mother died that night. He had curled up with her til her breaths had stuttered to a stop and her body grown cold.
Her last strength spent ensuring he knew enough to keep as safe as one could be as a 6 yr old flea bottom orphan and that he was so so loved.
Death was no stranger to the slums, and once daylight edged the sky, he kissed her forehead and fleed before he had to watch as the other citizens picked over her corpse.
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He survived as all orphans did in the slums, via scraps and thievery.
Though on occasion late at night, he would also go hunting in his other skin. The size of a medium dog, his long neck and clawed wings lead to many a dinner of pigeons and rats.
It didn't satisfy the hunger completely, but was enough to survive on.
He and Rafe had their own den, in a caved in hallway tucked against a wall. It was small and cold at night but they made it work.
She was the only person he had shown his other skin too since his mother. They curled up together against the chill night air. Though he still could not breathe fire, he was still warm enough to keep the both of them comfortable.
Then the gold cloaks stole from him again, in more ways than one.
At nine, Dunk lost his family again, all for two silver stags and a man's pride.
He runs, again, the scent of them added to the rage that brews deep with in him.
He is sick with loneliness. He is sick of people.
That night he takes his second skin with no intention to ever walk in the world of men again.
It has brought nothing but pain.
Two years pass like that. Hunting at night for rats, pigeons and stray animals. His hunger drives him out of his home territory, occasionally stealing from unattended food.
He grows, in fits and spurts when he has enough food. He is the size of the direwolves of the north now, as the legends are told.
He has learnt to be sneaky, avoiding torch light and the places that are active at night.
But he is out growing Kings Landing. He barely fits in his den anymore and the desire grows by the day to truely stretch his wings.
He thinks of flying across the Narrow sea, to see the place Rafe had talked about with such longing.
And maybe, if fate had been different he would have gone, flown from Westeros never to return.
Except that, one night, returning from a rather unfulfilling night of stolen fish, the wind blew, the scent of meat and warmth cause his nose.
He truly should have known better, at his core, he was a hungry boy of one and three.
He followed his nose, gliding as long as he could to make less noise.
The scent came from a wide balcony, doors open yet dark with no light. He landed as lightly as possible in the dark, his night sight serving him well. On a table, with two chairs, closer to the door was a large lightly steaming bowl.
He could see meat and vegetables in a thick reddish brown stew and saliva welled behind his teeth.
Maybe if he hadn't been so focused on the food, he would have noticed the smaller bowls set at each chair, waiting.
But he didn't. With the justification of such obviously abandoned food, Dunk lowered his muzzle in.
Warmth and flavour lit up his tongue. Even when he still favoured his human skin he hadn't tasted anything like this.
His world narrowed to the bowl, enjoying each mouthful with relish.
He didn't hear the door inside open, or the twin steps of people approaching for what had been planned as a quite get-together of brothers, away from the demands of family and court.So focused was Dunks quest for the delicious stew, that it took one of the men loudly gasping to tear his attention away.
Twin desires, to flee and to feed warred with in him, as he hunched over what he now considered his bowl.
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Timeline wise - 6 mum death, 9 Rafe death, 11 enter the Targs. (This is more a self note lol)
The best thing about deciding to wait til I have most/all of the fic written is I can write things wildly out if order.
Have some Lyonel being the best Mate Dunk could as for and standing his ground. I just love my StormHedge relationship I'm building so much (they haven't even meet yet in the actual text of the fic. I got distracted with writing traditional Targ Dragon!Dunk as a baby being a cryptid of Kings Landing, completely unrelated to this fic. That one's gonna be more found family) Any way here's the titbit, rough as hell but still fun.
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"I'm surprised, Lord Baratheon, that you were so accepting of Ser Duncan's choice in rider. One would think you would view it as a threat to your relationship."
Lyonel narrowed his eyes at The Hand over his cup of watered wine.
The statement wasn't unexpected but still irksome. His relationship with the Hedge Knight had been solidified before any of the valarion bastards had poked thier nose into it. (Barring Egg, but at this point he viewed the boy, Dunks before anything else.)
He was glad the Hedge Knight had gone with his squire to visit their horses.
The current company for small meal in the King's Solar was said King, his brother and thier uncle plus Lyonel himself.
The silence lingered in the air, as Baelor closed his eyes, almost as if regretting the meal, Maeker watching on with interest.
The Bloodraven was leaning forward, watching to see how the Lord would react, to see how this development would have to handled.
Baratheon temper was legendary after all.
"Dunk chose His Grace at Ashford. I have had time to come to terms with it. I am no Dragon Rider, I prefer my feet and steeds firmly upon the ground. "
Baelors eyes widened in shock.
"That long ago? Why did he say nothing?"
"That is not my place to tell. What is, is that having chosen you, he will have no other as long as you live."
{Blah blah - Bloodraven keeps poking Lyonel}
"After we are all gone by The Strangers hand and our very bones dust, Dunk will still live. He may take more riders or you, Your Grace, may be his only one. But dragons, or at the very least His type of dragon mate for life. I will be gone, my descendents ruling Storms End and still Dunk will be mine. He didn't tell me til he had already decided that the pain of loosing me was worth everything we have had or will ever have. So no, Ser Hand, I do not see my Mate choosing to have a Rider to share the skies with a threat to my relationship."
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Man loves his Dragon husband so much. Dunk knows their time is limited but he still chose Lyonel cause he can't imagine having anyone else.
There's so much for me to write to get to this point but Im having fun.
I actually think the Baby Dragon!Dunk (he's 13 and the size of a direwolf currently and the Targs are only now finding out about him cause he just ate Baelor and Maeker' supper.) is gonna be finished first cause there's no romance that I have to figure out with literally no blueprints ( being Aces' one weakness, I'm flying absolutely blind here. But StormHedge is worth it damnit).
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Fuck it. I'm gonna make my Dragon!Dunk fic StormHedge, cause its gonna follow canon for the most part which means 1) Lyonel thinks Dunk is the absolute best thing at the tourney and repeatedly lets him into the party tent when he thinks Dunks just a Hedge Knight (which to Dunk, he is) and hot AF , and 2) it's gonna be real funny when the Targaryens fumble the bag on the first dragon to show up in Westeros so bad he doesn't want anything to do with them (except Egg, but thats his adopted hatchling now and doesn't count and Baelor cause of pure of heart shit and magic to save his life reasons), plus lore reasons regarding Dunk avoiding the Targs up to this point.
I may have to do a side fic about dragon lore cause Dunk's not a Valyrian dragon.
I'm a 4 legs 2 wings dragon girl. Love my wyverns but the 6 limbs just hit right for me.
I wanna try out actually finishing/mostly finishing a fic before posting it. I've been getting some "this is probably abandoned etcetc" on some of my other fics (that aren't even into the realm of time id considered abandoned. A year or a bit more isn't that long and writing that just makes me less inclined to get back into it... Sorry rant over)
But I'm having fun writing Dunk finding out hes a dragon, deciding to do nothing with this information for years then Ashford Meadows happens. His hoard is Ser Arlen and the 3 horses. He's pretty happy with this until Arlen up and dies.
Then he's like wtf do I do now ... Guess go do this Tourney in memory of Ser Arlen. Hello small child that smells sad and lonely, I can tell you are following me away from the tavern. Fine you can come with me, but I can't have you as my squire after the Tourney.
A night of travel later - Fuck. I have a Hatchling.... I can't peace out of the world of men now, I have responsibilities.
Theres more, but for now the scenes I'm having fun thinking about involve Dragon!Dunk hiding behind Lyonel from Maeker and Baelor which is not working at all cause he's the size of 2 horses, Lyonel realising he fucked a dragon and Aerion demanding Dunk submit with all the Valyrian magic words to be his dragon as is his 'right' except oops wrong type of Dragon you evil shit, you're lucky Dunk is still Dunk even when he's a couple tons and scalely.
So, my writing is still all over the place in regards to timeline but I've decided to practice Yolo and just post stuff here. I've always loved when people post about their AUs even with out fic etc s I thought I'd give it ago (14 years to try out what brought me to Tumblr lol.)
Gonna reblog the posts I originally did on main then start posting what I've written.
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