I think he realized it on a normal evening, you were sitting in Gryffindor common room with twins; you on the couch, Fred on the armchair of course, and George sitting on a carpet in front of you. They were talking about their new invention; Fred mostly talked about the outcome of said thing and how testing was going, meanwhile, George was talking about how he came up with the idea. It wasn't much known in the Hogwart, but George was better at potions; better at making them and changing proportions to make something new.
you, of course, knew that, but you couldn't help but see that sometimes George was a little bit shy about his knowledge, as if it would make him a not good enough Weasley twin or something. Honestly, you couldn't know.
but, u didn't want him to feel any less because of this, so, you were listening intently to the origin story of making up this new thing, and when he ended you complimented him:
“Honestly, it’s all in the potion proportions!” George declared, his eyes lighting up as he spoke. You leaned closer, captivated, sensing the flicker of uncertainty in his voice. He always seemed to second-guess his brilliance, as if it might be too much for the room. “That’s so cool, George! You really know your stuff,” you said, breaking in as Fred rambled on about the grand plans for their next prank. “What if you added more of the—what was it—Gillyweed? Would it be more dangerous, or would it just go kaboom?” George blinked, taken aback by your enthusiasm, a shy smile creeping onto his face. His cheeks flushed a soft pink, and he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly not expecting your genuine interest. “Maybe both!” he replied, a hint of excitement in his voice. It was a quick reaction, and to mask the sudden warmth in his cheeks, he slid back into his usual, mischievous teasing self. “Ohh, should I expect you to get a crush on me now, for my incredible potion skills?” You rolled your eyes, laughter bubbling up. “Shut up, George!” you shot back, a playful smile on your lips. With a grin, you turned to Fred. “Now we know who the smarter twin is~” George’s laughter mingled with yours, as Fred pouted. As 'smarter' twin met your gaze and saw your smile, something shifted in him—a spark of something deeper, something new, and he wasn't just sure if he liked it or not
CRUSHING ON YOU:
he gives you sweet but joking-sounding compliments, wanting to make you smile/blush but not being obvious with it
started seeking your presence in every room; the great hall, classes, outside, or quidditch playground. He just wanted to see you, hoped to see you, and was over the moon when he actually saw you
after that one time you complimented his potion skills; every time twins show you their new invention he unconsciously seeks your compliment. He may not know this himself, but you realized it, after one time you didn't say anything about his role in the thing, and he looked like a pouting, sad puppy...
him actually beaming after you compliment him
sometimes, his eyes subconsciously drop to your lips when talking to you
George would start helping you carry your books to classes. He would reason it, that he's doing it for something else you did (u never have idea what he's talking about), but he just doesn't want to admit it yet.
his heartbeat faster every time you suddenly touch him or show him any affection. Of course, he hides it with his usual playful expression, but he leans in your touch, and just hopes you're obvious to that
when it's crowded in the hall, he likes to put his hand on the small of your back to make sure you don’t get separated. First time he did it, you were flustered as crazy, and he didn't even realize what he did until you were already in the class! When he realized, he just joked that it's because you're getting lost too easily, but do you really believe in that...?
Him getting flustered yet excited to see you cheering over him (and Fred) during Quidditch matches. When it's a hot moment you even call his twins names, and it helps his determination (he has to win for you)
teacher catching him gazing lovingly at you. Sometimes they just let it slide because *young love*, but sometimes they ask him what he's doing and he comes up with an excuse or just shrugs
He’d find himself staring at you even in the Great Hall, as everyone is eating, and isn't it quite something for one of the Gryffindors to stare lovingly at Hufflepuff table?
unconsciously starts talking and thinking more about you when you aren't around. Like, the classes you don't share together, and something happens and he's like "Y/N would scrunch her nose and giggle at that, I can just see it" or while you eat at your house table, and George casually starts talking about you to Fred and Jordan "Isn't she clumsy, lately? Nearly fall on her face while going today to the library!" not realizing his obvious puppy eyes.
George, being the more emotional twin, enjoys just being his calm, sometimes worried or serious self with you. He's happy that you don't only like him (and Fred) for being funny guys, but also like him when he's too tired or too worried of being a fun guy. He likes having emotional and serious conversations with you.
CONFESSING TO YOU
He didn't want to confess to you for the longest time, not because he's shy, but because he's insecure. He loves Fred more than anything, but he can't help but sometimes feel that people prefer him. And so, he was bloody terrified, that you would be just another person who would prefer his twin. And he couldn't hear you say it, because it would break him, he knew that.
so it wasn't until Fred finally decided to speak with him about matter. Encourage him, tell him that Geroge is your favourite twin and it's obvious to everyone. And after a few days of that, he finally confessed to you.
people would assume that being Weasley twin, George would be confident and confess with a boom, but no. At said time he felt like nervous wreck, feeling his palms sweating, and his tongue-tied as if hexed. Nonetheless, one evening, as you two were strolling through the school grounds, he finally confessed with a nervous smile.
And you? Well... You couldn't be happier.
YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM
simp, soft bf, pouting when you're annoyed at him
loves you to the moon and back
compliments you everyday, from general to very specific things
"You're the most beautiful person in the Great Hall.""That mole you have on [place] suits you well. I love it. Can I kiss it?"
after you two started dating, he started doing unconscious things, like fixing your clothes after hugging you or having out session, and also fixing your hair when the wind makes it all in your face. It's like breathing for him
Forehead kisses. holding hands always. back hugs at random times.
You were already comfortable with him as friend, but now, as you are with him, you feel that you can turn off your brain, and be hundred percent sure that he will make sure you will not get hurt.
he’ll never ever cross your boundaries (unless you want him too?)
he’s in touch with his emotions, so you’ve probably seen him cry and be furious a few times.
somehow you made a habit of napping on each other's shoulders. Sometimes even on each other's thighs...
he always lean into your touch, even when he's with his brother or friends. he would never be embarrassed of loving you
normally isn't easy to be flustered, but when it comes to you... well, let me tell you, that you have your ways of making his cheeks pink
as your bf he will sometimes do silly, gentleman things like; holding an open door for you, trying to stall stairs for you so u can make it on time, or leave some cute paper charms on your table.
will treat you like royalty you are
when you're too tired to get back to your own common room, he would give you a piggy back ride
pretty sure, he would give you massages when you're tired (in exchange for a kiss ;))
he wants to know even more about you
wanting to - somehow - be part of your hobby. For example; if u like reading, he would ask you to read out loud for him, or ask to borrow your fav book, so you would have a new share topic to talk about. And if you like make-up, he will gladly let you use himself as your model (and will be pretty serious if you ask him which look you did, he prefers!). And if you like sports/quidditch, he will train with you or be your biggest cheerleader. He just wants to support you.
so he may, or may not, make this invention especially for you (not for the prank, but to brighten your day and make you smile)
tickle fights
you wearing his jumpers, obv
holds your hand when anxious
now that you're together, he doesn't only stare lovingly at you at classes, but also holds your hand under the desk
cheering for him in every Quidditch game and even wearing his shirt to show your support (unless it's against Hufflepuff... then you're supporting both teams)
him showing off on his broom, making sure you're looking at him
him flying straight to you, after the end of the game (includes sweaty kisses)
your outside make-out sessions are often interrupted by curious animals coming closer to you (he's used to it, he knows that animals just like you, but can't they be curious when he doesn't have his tongue in your mouth??)
you stealing some food from Kitchens and bring it to your bf, when you know he's working on their new intention (he often forgets about eating)
him being surprised seeing you as if it was the first time, but tiredly grinning at you, giving you a quick kiss, and a strong hug, to keep himself going through the night
him grinning at you lovingly, as he's observing you naming the plant he gave you
if u have an allergy to something or just don't like specific food, he makes sure Molly knows it before he invites you to burrow. He may be a tricker but he knows when to hold himself, because he never wants to seriously hurt you or upset you
as his partner, you're making it to the stadium of Molly's favourite in-laws, placing you next to Harry & Hermione
overall, he loves you like crazy, you understand each other and support each other, love full of cuddles and emotional support
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If you would like to read again how you met twins and how friendship with them looked like: [Click]
If you decided to change the twin: [Fred Weasley route]
-cute little dates. he takes you out for a few drinks, milkshakes or to a small cafe rather than a fancy restaurant, but if the two of you don't feel like going anywhere you cuddle up on the couch and have a movie night.
-being big spoon. it starts off with you being little spoon but he eventually asks if he can be little spoon.
-him being protective over you. as his following grows he notices some hate comments and immediately shuts them down.
-him being an absolute goofball. he thrives on making you laugh, whether it’s through playful pranks, witty one-liners, or walking into your room with a flower in his mouth and attempting to put on a show for you.
-going to set with him.
-being his biggest cheerleader and vice versa.
-baking together. him making handprints on your ass with the flour and it turning into the two of you play flighting and the kitchen ending up a mess.
-sweet texts: random messages throughout the day to remind you that you’re on his mind no matter what he’s doing.
-him always being ready to lend an ear when you need to vent, giving advice or just being there to comfort you.
-inside jokes: developing a whole language of puns, references, and nicknames that only the two of you understand.
Being Baji's sister and Dating Mikey would include.
You grew up around chaos. If Baji wasn’t setting something on fire, he was probably dragging you into some kind of trouble. So by the time you start dating Mikey, nothing really shocks you anymore.
Baji is *not* chill about it at first. He’s fiercely protective—grinning one second, and holding Mikey by the collar the next, warning him not to break your heart. Mikey, of course, just smirks and gives his usual “She chose me, Baji” reply, which only makes things worse.
Despite the rivalry, Mikey and Baji’s bond runs deep. After some time, Baji sees the way Mikey looks at you—soft eyes, genuine care—and reluctantly approves. Deep down, he trusts his best friend more than anyone else.
Mikey becomes more grounded around you. He still naps on your lap, still acts childish when he doesn’t get his way, but you notice the subtle shifts—how he eases up after a fight, how his usual darkness fades just a bit when you’re around.
You’re the balance between them. When Baji’s wild energy and Mikey’s impulsive moods clash, you’re the one pulling them back before they tear half of Toman apart.
Baji loves to embarrass you in front of Mikey—telling stories from when you were kids or teasing you whenever Mikey gets too affectionate. Mikey, being Mikey, only eggs him on with a mischievous grin.
The trio dynamic is chaotic but protective. If anyone even *thinks* about messing with you, it’s game over. Between Baji’s fists and Mikey’s infamous kicks, no one dares try twice.
You often find yourself in between serious moments—patching up their wounds, scolding them for reckless fights, and reminding Mikey he’s not alone. He’ll act nonchalant, but the look in his eyes says it means more to him than you know.
When Mikey’s “dark urges” creep up, your presence—the memory of Baji, and the love you give—helps keep him on the right path. You remind him of the warmth he could lose if he gives in.
In quieter times, Mikey takes you for rides on his motorcycle, wind rushing past as his hand squeezes yours just a little tighter. “Don’t worry,” he murmurs. “As long as you’re with me, everything’s okay.”
ok so I think his love language is probably words of affirmation or quality time
he makes sure to tell you that he loves you everyday
he leaves little sticky notes everywhere
some have jokes on them
others talk about how much he adores you
he CONSTANTLY makes jokes
he'll try to make you laugh even when you're arguing (which sometimes irritates you, but he's hot, soooo....its fine)
he tries to draw you a lot
he doodles on you when you're sleeping sometimes
just little drawings to make you laugh or smile when you notice them throughout the day
he LOVES to take pics of you
cause he thinks you're the most attractive being in the universe
and he'd constantly take candid pictures of you whenever he thinks you are looking cute (which is all the time)
he loves to go on dates at night/early morning
sometimes your dates last from 9 p.m. - sunrise
he loves cuddling together while watching the sunrise
if you guys live together, then he waits until you're asleep before he decorates for Halloween
like you go to sleep at 10 p.m. and you think he's sleeping too
in reality, he sneaks out of bed after you're asleep, and he decorates the ENTIRE house
at some point he sneaks back into bed without waking you
when you get up you ask him where all the decorations came from and he's like, "Must've been the Halloween gnome who comes and decorates in the middle of the night *shrugs*"
and you're shocked cause it's literally August so why tf is there spooky decorations everywhere in your house
but you find it adorable how much he loves the holiday so you let it go
your relationship with matthew is full of fun, love, and soooooooo many pumpkins (seriously, it's a problem)
Having Arachnid Powers and Dating Lena Luthor Would Include...
Request
@sandwichitodemilanesa could you please write what would include dating lena, being a kind of spider woman? probably have gotten your power because of Lena's dad or brother experiments to make a superhuman but now you're trying to be a super friend and save the world . thanks you so much <3
A/N: Hello y'all, sorry for being MIA, honestly adulthood is kinda sucking my soul, but as I've said before I'm still around. This time doing this little piece that was such fun honestly, also I love sandiwichitos de milanesa so I just couldn't ignore it. Thank you so much for the request and I hope you enjoy it! <3
Lena Luthor x Superhero Fem!R/Arachnid Powers/Word Count: 1,388
Your story starting the first time Lena ever saw you, you were on the news, stopping a bank robbery.
You were using nothing but a black hoodie, grey pants, a ski mask, and a pair of worn out shoes, and had disappeared before Supergirl could arrive.
The cameras spotted you swinging your way out through the building of National City, using what at first she imagined were hook-shots.
Like the rest of the city, she started seeing you more often on the news with growing curiosity as you helped all citizens.
The news outlets trying to come up with names for you; "The Human Spider", "The Web Slinger", "The Wall Crawler", "Arachnid Woman".
Your first close encounter with Lena was during a supervillian attack on L-Corp. The top floors were crumbling while Supergirl was fighting and you appeared, saving all the people from the falling debris, including her.
You carried her in your arms as you used your webs to pull you down to the ground, keeping her safe but leaving before she could say anything.
She and the whole DEO searching for you after that, wanting to know who you were and where you came from.
Lena investigating you but coming to dead ends, trying to understand you and your powers from what she sees in the news and DEO reports.
Losing hope after many months only for you to swing to her office balcony one night as she looked down the city.
"I believe you and your friends have been looking for me."
"Mostly me, but yes."
"What for?"
"I wanted to thank you, for saving my life."
Distrusting Lena initially due to personal reasons and avoiding further contact but slowly getting used to her as you came to her aid several more times.
"We should stop meeting in life threatening situations, Miss Luthor."
"We certainly should, and I still don't know your name."
"I guess you can call me (Y/N), for now."
Warming up to her and even visiting her a few times at her office. Always reaching her floor by crawling on the side of her building or swinging with your webs to avoid being spotted.
You always work this late, Miss Luthor?
I could ask the same.
You know what they say, crime never sleeps.
Lena noticing more and more of how your powers work, even making you a suit to help you out, leaving it on her balcony with a little note after leaving early from work one day.
Smiling at the gesture and the news making noise about your new look the next day, giving you new superhero names and such.
Going to her office more often and starting to enjoy your small conversations with her and the balcony kind of becoming your meeting place.
Finally building enough trust to tell her who you were and explain how you got your powers.
Telling her you had been very sick, almost too far gone a few years back, when her brother offered you some sort of experimental treatment for your illness. You accepted and Lex brought you to Luthorcorp.
Little did you know, her brother had been running illegal and dangerous human experiments in there.
You had woken up in a cryosleep chamber years later in a secret facility, as you had been the only survivor of his experiments and the only one who seemed to assimilate your new given powers correctly.
"I had nothing and nowhere to go but I didn't want to use my powers to take advantage of people."
Lena offering you a place to stay and helping you go back on track with your life.
Supergirl and Alex also offering you a place in the DEO but refusing as places like that bring you bad memories but offering your help back in case they need it.
Having a bit of trouble adapting your new life with the superhero gig going on but Lena helping you as best as she can with everything you need.
"What if I say I need a million dollars?"
Lena discovering your funny dorky side.
Your relationship with Lena growing over time as she helps you settle as the newest heroine of National City.
Lena helping you design your supersuit and inventing new devices for you.
"I think I need to come up with a superhero name. People are starting to call me 'The Tarantula' and 'Black Widow'."
"Mmh, maybe you would like something more classic?"
"Like what?"
"How about… 'Arachne'?"
Her choosing your new name and going along with it.
Visiting her regularly when the city seems calmer and conversing for hours in her balcony.
Developing a soft spot for her and finally inviting her to move with you through the city.
"You know I have a driver and a car, right?"
"Swinging is faster, you can avoid a lot of traffic."
Lena actually enjoying the rides with you, although only the short ones.
Lena introducing you to the Superfriends.
"So, spider powers, uh? What's that exactly? Extra eyes? Extra legs? Can you stick to any surface?"
"No extra limbs as far as I'm aware…and I suppose I can stick to anything, uh, so far?"
"Cool. And the web, does it come from-?"
"Alex, stop."
"I'm just asking. What? As if you aren't curious too."
Lena helping you train and taking the chance to analyze and help you with your own powers.
She realizing she worries about you the more you get involved in fights to protect National City, particularly when Kara isn't in town.
She being the one to patch you up at your place when you don't want to stay at the DEO.
"You should see the other guy. The other guy, in this instance, being a killer croc."
Lena visiting your place and spending more time with you outside her office and the DEO.
Putting more attention to her and her safety when a fight or battle breaks lose.
Realizing after many of those you like her more than you think and going to her balcony one night to confess your feelings.
Lena admitting the same and being happy about it as you ask her to go on a date with you.
Spending your first date with Lena watching the sunset from the highest place of the city after a rooftop picnic.
Lena making sure to leave L-Corp early to spend more time with you.
Helping each other when there are criminals on the loose and being very protective of Lena if there's any after her.
Upside down kisses.
Taking her to dates by swinging around the city and her offering her limousine from time to time as a way to spoil you.
Making it official and the Superfriends being really supportive and happy for you.
Being awkward and nerdy around each other.
Very interesting moments in bed.
Grabbing food or coffee for her any chance you can so you can visit her at her office.
Dates on her office balcony also becoming a regular thing.
Sticking upside down out of her window and knocking at it at the end of her office hours to take her home.
Enjoying swinging around the city just to keep her clinging to you.
"You better hold on tight, spider-monkey."
"Is that a Twilight reference? I shouldn't have let Kara convince us to watch those."
Lots of game nights with the Superfriends and always teaming up with Lena.
Lena being your unofficial handler and she always being on your side whatever happens on your fights and missions.
You always supporting Lena and her ideas, but knowing when to call her out when things feel out of hand.
She doing the same with you, particularly when you feel responsible for everyone.
"I'm sorry, (Y/N), sometimes the hardest thing about this is you can't always save everybody."
Hugs so tight and long they feel like home.
Leaving Lena huge messages around different spaces of the city written with your web. Mostly hearts with her initial in the middle.
Being really close and intimate on your alone moments.
Always coming to aid the Superfriends when they need you or teaming up with Alex and the DEO.
Lena spoiling you with new gadgets and even making you a new suit with nano-tech.
I have a request - "being comforted by Jace Wayland (JCB) would include:"
Merry Christmas btw :)
I could kiss you rn. Merry Christmas ❤️
Slightly ooc Jace?
Jace Wayland comforting you would include:
Hugs.
Did you see how both times he comforted Clary, he held her as close as physically possible, cradling her in his arms?
That's how he would hold you.
He finds you in the greenhouse, tucked away in a hidden corner you love to sneak away with him to
Sometimes to kiss, sometimes to..
You're curled up, back pressed against the wall, knees up against your chest
Your body is being constantly wrecked by sobs, your lungs aching from the lack of air you're getting
You're a mess. You can't see, you can't hear, you can't feel
It hurts. It hurts so bad and it only adds to the salty tears running down your blotchy cheeks
His heart feels like it's being squeezed with an iron fist. The longer he looks at you, the more his body hurts. It's worse than the burning ache of freshly drawn runes, it's worse than a demon bite
Kisses. So, so many kisses
He drops to his knees in front of you, his hands finding yours. He tangles your fingers together, bringing your hands up to his mouth, pressing little kisses over your knuckles
He's doing anything, everything to ground you, to bring you back to him
His lips are spewing words of comfort between each kiss
"Come on, darling."
"Breathe for me now, angel."
"It's okay, it's okay. I've got you, it's okay."
"You're alright. I'm here, I've got you. Deep breaths for me, yeah?"
"There we go, just like that."
After a while, you start to calm down. Your heart slows, your lungs aren't constricted, blood isn't roaring in your ears
Despite that, your hands stay clasped together with his. You don't let go, even when he tries to pull away so he can wrap his arms around you
You bring his hands up to your face and hide. You kiss them, hide yourself from him in them. His hands are cool and it feels nice against your hot skin
He coos, sitting closer to you. His darling girl
He sits beside you and pulls you to his chest, somehow managing to sneak his hands free
He wraps his arms around you and holds you close, petting your hair, pressing kisses to your hairline, whispering little reassurances in your ear
You stay there with him for who knows how long. An hour, two, three
Neither of you cares. You stay sitting there, you in his embrace. His scent, clean and fresh, surrounds you, clouds your senses
It lulls you to sleep after a bit. Your head falls limp and he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head
He brushes your hair back, away from your face. He tucks the strands behind your ears, wipes your cheeks dry. He presses little kisses under your eyes, now adorned with red circles
He is such a kissy boy you can't change my mind
"Good morning!" Kiss
"Are you okay??" Kiss
"You could've died." Kiss
"Please help me." Kiss
He kisses you to reassure himself. Reassuring you is just an amazing bonus
Kisses help to ground him, make him realise you're real and with him
Angels can't kiss anyone, but you're his angel and he kisses you
After the crying situation, he doesn't mention it again because you don't
But his lingering touches, gentle brushes of fingertips let you know that he is here and that he cares
You appreciate it more than anything. You don't want to talk about it, but you thank him with kisses of your own
His love language is physical touch for a reason
Mostly because he didn't get much of it as a boy
He doesn't like words, he can't figure them out
He also hates emotions. He thinks they're stupid and not really needed
But he cherishes everything he feels for you like an ancient relic that needs the best of the best protection
He's so sassy, too
If anyone asks what happened that night, be ready to get at least 3 comments thrown your way
"None of your business, thanks!"
"Since when did asking stupid questions become a shadowhunters job, enlighten me please."
"We did your mum. Fuck off."
It never fails to make you giggle
He flashes you a wink after every comment
He's like a 14 year old boy trying to impress an older girl
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
a/n: um what even was ep 4 ... anyway, fluffy Daemon, reader interacting with Caraxes ... (not edited). This could have been in an imagine format but I feel like that’s too formal. So you get headcanons ... but also exposition.
Hope you enjoy ✶
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⭑ Daemon has a lot of pride for Caraxes.
⭑ His dragon is the one constant in his life that he feels true platonic love for. One that he didn’t have to twist and manipulate to create. The bond they have is a true connection.
⭑ When you came along, taking the romantic position in his life, Daemon wanted those two parts to meet.
⭑ You were more than happy to meet Caraxes. Well... incredibly nervous mostly, but dragons had always fascinated you.
⭑ It wasn’t long after you said yes, that Daemon jumped from where he was sitting and held out his hand and spoke, “now, then.”
⭑ The catacomb was dimly lit; the only light was the fire that Daemon held in his hand. The burning stick made dancing shadows on the wet stone walls as you walked.
⭑ Daemon’s large hand engulfed your own, which felt wet from sweat. You didn’t know if it was Daemon’s or your own.
⭑ It wasn’t long before you could sense Caraxes. You noticed the change in the atmosphere; it wasn’t cold, but a pleasant heat. Like you were sitting near a roaring fire. But no flames were in sight.
⭑ Your heart sped up, and thoughts started racing through your head. Can you really train a dragon? No, they’re beasts. Wild beasts. Who could kill you in an instant. But anything could kill you. A stray arrow, someone falling from a window and hitting you on the way down... the thoughts seemed to calm down. Until another sprang into your mind. What if he doesn’t like me? The thought of Caraxes disliking you hurt more than the thought of him killing you.
⭑ “My love, it’s alright,” Daemon could see remnants of what you thought as your face usually gave them away.
⭑ He walked on. And you followed after him.
⭑ Seeing the dragon this close made your heart stop.
⭑ His head was as big as a full-grown rottweiler, and twice the weight. His teeth looked like hundreds of yellow daggers... his wings ... they looked like ship sails.
⭑ He was beautiful.
⭑ “Caraxes,” Daemon said. His voice was loud and stern. And yet ... there was a hint of playfulness there.
“Y/n, this is Caraxes. Caraxes, this is y/n.”
A few moments passed.
⭑ You didn’t have a clue what to do. Bow? Nod? Say something back?
⭑ So you did all of the above.
⭑ Feigning confidence, you bowed to the dragon and Daemon laughed.
⭑ “What are you doing?” He teased, his hand already petting the dragon’s cheek.
⭑ “I wanted to show some respect,” you bit back. “He is a dragon, after all.”
⭑ You watched as Daemon interacted with his dragon. The one he knew from birth, who he grew up with. It was like watching him play with a dog.
⭑ You mentally noted the noises that Caraxes made, the way he moved, and what Daemon said to him. They could be useful in the future.
⭑ Daemon beckoned you over, an arm outstretched while the other moved along the rough edges of Caraxes’ skin.
⭑ “Come,” he commanded.
“Only because I want to,” you retorted, a glare in your eyes.
Daemon only smirked.
⭑ He beckoned you over, taking one of your hands and placing it on the golden-hued dragon.
⭑ The dragon was so warm. Like the feeling of a kettle that had settled for 20 minutes. If you touched him for too long, your hand would burn.
⭑ And although you were a stranger, Caraxes didn’t flinch, he didn’t move away.
⭑ “He likes you,” Daemon whispered in your ear.
⭑ Chills went up your spine.
⭑ You took in the dragon that stood before you, his eyes closed in what looked like bliss, as Daemon scratched a spot behind Caraxes’ ear.
⭑ Daemon looked at you with a glint in his eye. One that no one else but you could place.
“...Daemon-”
He narrowed his eyes and grasped your other hand. Whisking you toward Caraxes’ side, he kissed you fiercely and hoisted you upwards.
⭑ Once settled on the back of Caraxes, the dragon let out an ear-splitting squeal and ran towards the open exit.
⭑ “I hate you Daemon, I hate you for this!” You screamed, holding onto his waist for dear life.
