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emerxshiu · 4 months

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Spoilers for The Midnight Soirée on ao3

link to the series: RosenRot Au (i hope the link works, i dunno how they work here on tumblr) by Analytical_Cochineal (ao3) here is their tumblr too

I finally decided to draw fanart for my favourite fanfic and kirby au (its actually my second attempt, fucked up the first one and left it unfinished) so here it is!

there isnt an official yin-yarn gijinka on the art references fic, and i was too lazy to create one for him so uh...yeah.

based on SaturdayLemon's comment on chapter 5.

i thought it'd be funny to have him in the shinji pose, it was a pain drawing this, i dunno what was more difficult, the chair or kirby himself in that pose

i kinda tried to like, merge my style a bit with the reference(? if thats understandable, dunno sorry im shit at explaining but i'll try my best, ok so, i wanted to keep the facial features, because my artstyle tends to be kinda simplified, especially in the face so it usually doesnt have much diversity in head form and stuff (im kinda trying to work on that), i think saying that i tried to adapt it to style would be more accurate? not sure, but if i try drawing this goober again i'll try ti adapt it better, because he kinda looks...off? to me

love'd bad end nights, i tend to ocasionally check ao3 to see if theres anything new in the tags i lurk on, gasped when i saw another entry on the RosenRot AU

the only way that i had to describe it after finishing chap.1 was

"its written by a human yet it is so beyond my human comprehension i literally didnt understand anything at all yet i understood everything at the same time and i love it" i dunno its weird to put what i felt into words. i think kirby has a terrible time is so accurate, so much so i'd say its an understatement and terrible doesnt make it justice to what the silly goes trough

originally this were gonna be two drawings, this the first, and another one of fluff dissapointed, but uh, i fucked up the second one and i couldnt salvage it. so he died i guess, i was thinking about end of chap3 and beggining of chap4, basically "were going to be wed my darling fian- what do you mean by what."

also my first attempt was chap5 fluff, but i fucked up and it was followed by one of the weirdest intereactions i've ever had (it was 2am and i hadent gotten a good sleep in some days and i was watching a video talking about those "kid channels" that are definitly not for kids and weird (censored ofc) stuff appeared and i literally said "do u see this shit fluff" y'know the spider-man meme? yeah that one, and there's more but im going off the rails)

dead attempt of the chair thing

i think imma cut it here, i have so much more to rant about (i rlly love this au) but i'll save it for another post of this

Jambuhbye :3 !

#fanart #kirby #kirby fanart #kirby gijinka #art #doodle #RosenRotAU #The Midnight Soiree (Kirby fic)#Fae Prince Fluff #prince fluff #kirby au #this au lives rent free in my head #but peacefully #until another part is realesed #then its like a storm that leaves me spinning around jumping and running i love this au so much #now its gonna be silent again until there is another chapter for bad end nights or another entry #kirfluff #i was originally gonna post some kirby (normal kirby) doodles but i really wanted to post these #ok now actually bye why do i always overtag holy fuck

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depressedhatakekakashi · 1 year

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God Of Storms Au

Rain is cold.

It soaks you to the bone and leaves you shivering.

There’s no good to be had staying out in the rain.

Gai had heard it all growing up. Whenever he wanted to go outside and feel the rain on his face his mother would scold him and usher him towards the fire.

If he dared to take a step outside when he was supposed to be studying his Tutors would yell. They’d fret over him if even the smallest drop of rain touched his skin.

Even as a prince there were things Gai was not allowed to do, and he’d always hated it. There were days he had sat beside the window watching the rain outside. Longing to just go out and feel it soaking into his clothes.

The God of Storms is unforgiving, Gai. If you step out into his showers you are welcoming his wrath.

Everyone spoke of the God of Storms as if he was some sort of cruel diety. A God who’s only goal was to harm them.

Gai couldn’t believe those stories.

He refused to believe them.

How could a being that created such beauty ever be bad?

“Come on,” Kakashi had reached out a hand towards him, offering him a chance to step outside into the rain. An opportunity to live his dream. “It’s just rain.”

“Just rain?” He chuckled. “Kakashi, i don’t think i have ever heard anyone refer to it as ‘just rain’”

Kakashi shrugged his shoulders. “Watch,” he took a step back and was immediately showered with rain. His brilliant spiky hair flattened with the weight of the water, but the smile never left his face for even a second. “See? I’m still alive.”

He was. Gai could see him standing there clear as day. Rain water running down his forhead and over his nose, his hand still stretched out towards him.

“It’s cold,” he whispered even as he took a step forward and reached out for Kakashi’s hand. “And wet.”

“But that doesn’t make it any less beautiful.” Kakashi’s eyes sparkled in a way he’d never seen before, and if all Gai had to do to keep seeing that beautiful sparkle was step outside, he was more than happy to do it.

Grabbing hold of Kakashi’s hand, Gai gasped when he was suddenly tugged forward. The rain hit him immediately, but instead of the deep cold he’d been taught to fear, all he felt was joy.

“See?” Kakashi took another step back, dragging Gai further outside with him. “It’s not bad.”

There’s nothing good to come out of going outside in the rain.

His parents words echoed in his mind, but Gai ignored them. How could he listen to such blatant lies when he now knew the truth.

Rain wasn’t cold, and it didn’t leave him shivering or running for the warmth of the fire.

Rain was brilliant. It fell from the sky with grace, and lit up the world in a way that the sun never could.

Most importantly, rain was beautiful.

Almost as beautiful as Kakashi’s smile.

For: @spellcasterlight who asked for some medieval Au (this kinda fits XD) and @crypticsummons who needs more Kakagai in their lives lol

#Kakagai #God Of Storms Au #Prince Gai

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hannahhook7744 · 2 years

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Meet Prince Lucas Larson Tremaine-Westergaard of the isle;

FC: Cameron Monaghan.

Fic Title: The Marvelous Misadventures of Hannah Hook.

Nicknames: Luke, Lukie, Lukie Pie, lulu, Lu, Lukie Pookie, Luka, Red, The red diva, walkie talkie, motor mouth, brainless, pretty boy, the drunken toddler, Reflex, speedy, fast boy, Mr quick, chief, Gordon Ramsey wannabe, Cassanova, quickster, Quickstep, Sir flex-a-lot, Lukester, Sir falls-down-alot, doofus, Mr Moron, happy feet, tall boy, tall witch, Prince Red, Prince Handsome, Handsome devil, reheaded Ken doll, Narcissis reincarnated, freckles, Sir sleeps alot, Prince sleeps alot, Prince carrot top, Prince Speedy, Prince Quick, Hannh's twin, Hannah's annoying shadow, Sir flirts-a-lot, Prince Tremaine, The King of Broken Bones, King Tremaine, L.A.T.W, Turbo, elf boy, elf ears, and Sir Pain-a-lot.

Sexuality: Pansexual.

Pronouns: He/him.

Birthday: December 2nd at 7:55 pm.

Height: 6"0.

Hair Color: Ruby Red.

Eye Color: Bottle green.

Place Of Birth: Isle of the Lost.

Hobbies: Racing, cooking, filming, riding his bike, drawing, listening to music, role playing, gaming, swimming, and reading comic books.

Likes: Playing the saxophone, playing the drums, fashion, drumming, Playing the piano, Playing the harmonica, playing hockey, sword fighting, shooting, cats, food, Gordon Ramsey, vintage stuff, making movies, horror movies, my bike, making comic books, making inappropriate jokes, jazz, and pranks.

Dislikes: Big dogs, needles, the dark, leprechauns, bees, his pointy ears, his three sliver teeth, his nose getting broken, his family taking his stuff, ignorance, people messing with his friends, bullies, being alone, people disrespecting women, and people messing with his cat.

Favorite musicians: Bruno Mars, Katy Perry, Nicki Minaj, the beastie Boys, Taylor Swift, Conan Gray, The Charmers, The Dragonslayer, etc.

Physical Quirks/Scars: Freckles, pointy elf-like ears, Three small needle point scars on each ear (from failed attempts at piercing them himself), Dog bite scars scattering his legs (fron a rabid dog that attacked him on the isle), a crooked nose (from all the times it's been broken), and three false teeth (from being punched several times).

Family: Hans Westergaard (father), Drizella Tremaine (mother), Anastasia Tremaine (maternal Aunt), Jacob Lathyn (Uncle), Lady Tremaine (Maternal grandmother), Cinderella (maternal step-aunt), Kit Charming (maternal Step-uncle), Chad and Chloe Charming (maternal step-cousins), Alana Olympian-Westergaard (paternal aunt), the stabbington cousins (paternal cousins), the stabbington brothers (paternal uncles), Lady Caine (paternal aunt), Madame Medusa (paternal aunt), Lars Westergaard La Bouf (paternal uncle), and Charlotte Westergaard La Bouf of the southern isles (paternal aunt). Ezra, Johannez, and Hannah/Carmine of Arendelle and Evie Queen (Paternal half siblings). Dorothy, Daphne, Debbie, Delanie, Dixie, Dotty, and Dizzy (full blooded siblings). And Anthony, Aaron, Amara, and Anya (Maternal cousins), etc.

Honorary Family: The Hook family, the Gothel siblings, Yong, Ulla, Quirin, Nuru, Hades' family, the Fitzherberts, and Hugo.

Friends: Audrey Rose and his crew mates.

Pets: Lightning (cat).

Love Inserest: Princess Darcy Morrigan Aoratos of the underworld and Andalasia.

Optimistic or Pessimistic: Optimistic.

Introvert or Extrovert: Extrovert.

Occupation: High-school student, Prince, and pirate first mate.

Extracurriculars: Hockey, track, cooking club, and drummer of the Misty eyed Knights.

Favorite Animal: Cats.

Favorite Color: Denim Blue, Red, and Pink.

Favorite Book: 'Freak the Mighty' by Rodman Philbrick.

Favorite Food: Hot Cheeto, Bean, Cheese, and Ground Beef Burrito.

Favorite Drink: Pink Lemonade.

Favorite Movie/TV Show: The Addams Family and The Flash.

Background: Once upon a time, Prince Hans Westergaard of the southern isles fell in love with Drizella Tremaine after a falling out and three kids with Elsa. 6 more kids later, Lucas "Luke" Larson Tremaine-Westergaard of the southern isles was born on the isle of the lost. He was one of the first to known of Hannah Hook's existence and soon befriended her and Hades' kids. Soon becoming Hannah's first mate and 2nd in command. He's had a crush on Darcy for years and was smuggled to Auardon by Hannah during the events of d1.

~~~~Playlist~~~~

"Best Friend" by Conan Gray.

"Lil Red Riding Hood" by Bowling For Soup.

"Womanizer" by Britney Spears.

"Hot Mess" by Cobra Starship.

"22" by Taylor Swift.

"Celebrity" by Brad Paisley.

"Double Vision" by 3OH!3.

Inspired by @thecaptainsgingersnap and @theinnerworkingsofoc .

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vixlenxe · 4 months

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Me remembering I gave this puppet a royal au & man that was a mistake.

#(cause he's going sue in this shit)#(the only difference being; if he stays in inazuma he's willing to off his family for power)#(like good lord he is indeed in his scara era in this shit)#zero; aesthetic [wind and thunder make a storm]#au!prince kunikuzushi of imperial inazuma

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bespectacled-bookwyrm · 9 months

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Some Things About the "Heart of the Storm" (AKA Dragon Colress) AU

It actually took Grimsley a really long time to realise he was dating a storm dragon. Despite his skill with people, he somehow never picked up on Colress being a dragon until it was explicitly spelt out to him.

Rosa, on the other hand, knew from the start that Colress was The Storm Incarnate.

Burgh quickly figured out that Colress was a dragon; he just didn't know he was THAT dragon until Colress told him.

Prince Lear's kingdom is one of the places that worships The Storm Incarnate. The prince made sure to construct a temple in his honour, and created a replica of a mountain his kingdom refers to as the "Storm-Struck Pinnacle" when he created Pasio.

Colress really does have poor eyesight! Because Storm dragons are so rarely observed, however, it's impossible to tell if poor sight occurs in all of them or if Colress just so happens to have it.

The Storm Incarnate will sometimes bask in the sun, much like his fire-breathing cousins. He doesn’t need to, but he quite enjoys the feeling of the sun's warmth on his body. He especially enjoys doing so in his human disguise; it's not uncommon for Pokémon to join him, especially Electric-Types.

Murals and statuettes depict the Storm, all with varying degrees of accuracy. Because he spends so much time in the clouds, the artists have never gotten an accurate look at him.

Colress is actually quite ignorant about a lot of human things. For example, he found himself fascinated by Burgh's freckles, marvelling at how humans can have such lovely patterns and describing them as stars on his skin.

On the other hand, he is very well-versed in literature and machinery. As a result, his speech is a curious mixture of scientific and something out of a Jane Austen novel.

Rosa and Grimsley are trying to teach him modern speech, with varying degrees of success.

Storm dragons aren't built for maneuvering on the ground. Their limbs are better suited for grasping onto outcroppings, cliff faces, etc. when at rest. Consequently, storm dragons are incredibly clumsy when on the ground.

A specific herd of Latios and Latias accompany the Storm Incarnate the most; there are numerous theories why, with the most common being that he protected them from something in the past.

The Storm was actually around when Kyurem first appeared in Unova. Naturally, he slept through the whole thing and only woke up when the split happened.

Being such an old dragon, Colress' sense of time is very different from a human's. Grimsley has had to reschedule several dates as a result.

Sleeping for two days is very worrying in humans, but for Colress it's a simple power nap. Likewise, a week feels like a day to him.

Burgh absolutely LOVES using Colress as a painting subject. The dragon can sit completely still for long periods of time, making him the ideal subject.

Colress purrs when he's happy or content. He especially likes curling around Grimsley and purring - they both find it soothing.

When the Storm purrs, it's a very deep sound that seems to make the air vibrate.

Colress can't read sheet music and has no idea how string instruments work. He has, however, learned to play the piano by ear.

He absolutely loves it when Grimsley plays the cello; part of it stems from his fascination with how the instrument works, but it’s mostly from the haunting tones it produces.

Rosa has, on several occasions, woven flowers and leaves into Colress' hair. She also frequents the library with him, and has a lot of fun picking out books for him to read.

Colress is utterly oblivious to his status as divinity amongst some humans. Consequently, it took him a very long time to realise the dragon imagery he sees in certain festivals was depicting him!

I'll probably add more as the occur to me.

This was fun to write! And sorry if it's a mess - the AU isn't very fleshed-out yet.

#Colress #Grimsley #Pokemon Rosa #Gym Leader Burgh #Pokemon Burgh #falsepretensesshipping #Heart of the Storm AU #Prince Lear

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cepetriwrites · 8 months

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Into the Storm

Chapter 5: Aemond

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It was Targaryen tradition to place a dragon egg in the cradle of a prince or princess. There has been none available for Aemond or his sister Helaena. They were both dragonless riders, though the indignity of it all hurt Aemond more. His sister was more focused on bugs than dragons. She was a strange Targaryen, but Aemond enjoyed spending time with his sister. She was nice, and didn’t mock him about not having a dragon, like Aegon.

She liked the same things he did, like history. Aemond loved pouring over the volumes of Targaryen history the septons brought him. Helaena and Aemond recreated iconic battles from their history with her dolls and his figures. It was an effective way to study as well. Today they play pretend the best moments from Aegon’s Conquest. Aemond had lined up multiple figures to represent the bannerman Aegon had fought during Aegon’s First Test. “Who did Aegon face on the field during his first battle?”

"Lord Darklyn of Duskendale and Lord Mooton of ... Maidenpool, they formed an alliance and mustered a force of three thousand men.”

“And then Aegon came in on Balerion and burned them to death!” Aemond said, gleefully smacking into his figures with the stone carving of Balerion their father had made. They had borrowed it, along with his figures of Vhagar and Meraxes. “And then Visenya and Rhaenys crowned his king, and he became the greatest warrior Westeros had ever seen, undefeated in battle!”

“Almost undefeated,” Helaena said, playing with the figure of Vhagar, “He never beat Dorne. Unbowed, unbent, unbroken.”

Aemond gave his sister a sour look, Dorne , one blight on Aegon’s unstoppable campaign. Only ending the war on the condition of being an equal alliance. They could always lord over the Targaryen’s that they had never been defeated. Not only that, they had done something impossible: kill a dragon.

The young Targaryen turned over Balerion in his hands, his father had been his final rider before his death. What had it felt like? Mounting the giant among dragons, and taking to the air. He wanted more than anything to have a dragon of his own. He’d give anything to finally be a dragon rider. To fulfill his destiny and birthright as a Targaryen, then Aegon would stop mocking him about being riderless. “When do you think we’ll get dragons?” Helaena shrugged, playing with Vhagar, making it fly in the air. Clearly the denial of their birthright did not torture the girl like it did her brother.

“A dream comes first, before eternal sleep, it leaves a shadow behind.”

Aemond sighed, Helaena was rambling her nonsense again. Aegon said she was touched in the head. Aemond knew she was smart enough, she was able to recite all the lessons her septa gave her with good accuracy. He wished she could be serious instead of spouting nonsensical rambling. A servant entered dressed in red and white entered Aemond’s room. “Your Graces, it is time for you to train in the dragonpit.”

Helaena dusted herself off and stood up, Aemond remained on the floor, frowning at the stone Balerion. “Aemond?” She said.

“I don’t want to go, it’s embarrassing, everyone has a dragon except for me.”

“And me.”

“No one makes fun of you for it.”

“Aegon mocks me all the time.” Helaena sat down next to her brother, and put an arm around him, “You’ll get one eventually. Not everyone gets a dragon when they’re born. Father didn’t. Or Uncle Daemon. Laenor’s sister didn’t have a dragon at our age. Now she rides Vhagar!” She handed him her figurine of the she-dragon. “You’ll have a dragon one day, Aemond. I know it.”

He was glad to have Helaena as a sister, she was his best friend, she usually defended him from Aegon when wasn’t tricking her into pulling pranks. Aemond found himself thinking of marriage. They were only a few years away from thirteen, they’d need to be betrothed soon. Helaena would marry a Targaryen to uphold tradition and strengthen their family. He hoped their mother would choose him. He’d be a good husband, and they got along well.

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The dragonpit was a huge system of caverns and tunnels capable of hosting numerous dragons. Young dragonriders and the dragonless trained with the Dragonkeepers. It was torture for Aemond, watching his brother and nephews train with their bonded dragons. The dragonkeepers hadn’t let him attempt to ride the couple riderless dragons in the pit. Every available dragon or hatchling was on Dragonstone, a place his family had not visited yet. Father said when he was old enough he would get to try claiming one. For now he had to suffer the insults from Aegon.

Today Aegon was showboating even worse than usual, he flaunted his mastery with Sunfyre. He was only this good because he had had the most time, Aemond thought bitterly. Helaena was practicing her Valyrian by translating for the Head Dragonkeeper Loras. “Beware… Don’t be so… proud? Dragons are not… objects.”

“Be careful Your Grace to not be so arrogant. Dragons are not toys.” The dragonkeeper’s assistant clarified.

“We don’t want accidents happening.” Helaena continued, Aemond could tell Aegon was only half listening, he didn’t respect their sister. He only listen to the keepers because it suited his needs. Aemond felt his stomach twist with rage, it wasn’t fair that Aegon had a dragon. His brother treated Sunfyre like a plaything, he didn’t show the creatures the proper respect they deserved. He should be the one with a dragon, not his lazy older brother. Sunfyre was wasted on Aegon. Everything was wasted on Aegon. He got the best of everything, he was the rightful heir to the throne, and what did he do with those opportunities? Squander them. Aemond excelled everywhere that Aegon failed, yet he was always passed over for the eldest. He hated the traditions of Westeros, why should everything go to the first son? Why not the best son?

A grinding noise pulled Aemond out of his ruminations, the dragonkeepers were opening the door, a dragon was leaving to stretch it’s wings. Such great beasts only tolerated staying grounded for so long. Out it came from the lower parts of the pit, escorted by four dragonkeepers. Dreamfyre had been unclaimed for nearly fifty years since the death of her last rider, Rhaena Targaryen, a sister of Jaehaeyrs the Wise.

Aemond eyed the dragon hungrily, the she-dragon could be his one day, hopefully. She was easily twice the size of the young Sunfyre, with a slender body. He was told she was one of the fastest and maneuverable in the air. The young prince understood, looking at her streamlined body, she was built for speed. Dreamfyre was pale blue with silver markings. He felt the urge to approach the dragon, to try and claim her. The dragonkeepers would have him by the back of his neck before he could lay a finger on her. They were very careful about keeping a safe distance between dragons and anyone they might consider roasting alive.

Dreamfyre paused and turned her head, Aemond’s heart skipped a beat, thinking she may be looking at him. No, the she-dragon’s eyes were on a different Targaryen. Loras was whispering to Helaena something he couldn’t quite understand in Valyrian. Helaena took a step forward and Dreamfyre lowered her head to be level with his older sister. She slowly outstretched a pale hand to touch her scales. Dreamfyre exhaled, blowing hot hair on Helaena, she hesitated. Loras called out encouragement, something about asserting herself. Aemond felt his blood run cold. What if Dreamfyre rejected Helaena? Claiming a dragon was dangerous, hopeful riders had been burned alive, thrown off their backs during flight, or eaten in the past. He should stop them. Why were they letting Helaena take such a risk. He feet stayed planted as he watched in horror and anticipation.

Helaena’s hand made contact, and Dreamfyre stared at his sister, she didn’t look hungry. She withdrew her head, to unleash fire? And let out a low rumble. Aemond wondered if he could reach her in time to knock her out of the way if things went south. Helaena was walking around the dragon, trailing her hand along her scales, utterly mesmerized. No one was moving, they hardly dared breath. Dreamfyre moved her head again, and let out a low trill. In a blink Helaena, sweet, quiet, timid, shy, overly cautious, unambitious Helaena, was shooting up the back of a dragon, with speed Aemond didn’t know she was capable of. “Helaena!” He shouted, his heart beating wildly.

The dragonkeepers made a move forward, concerned, Dreamfyre moved her wing, creating a barrier from Helaena and any would be rescuers. Loras called out in Valyrian, his assistant translated, “Princess, she does not have a saddle.”

Helaena was settling into seat, on Dreamfyre, bareback, “We’ll be careful,” she said with too much confidence. Aemond’s knees were weak, he was going to be sick. Why were the keepers allowing this recklessness to happen?

Dreamfyre stretched her wings in anticipation, Helaena looked at Loras, who nodded at her, NO! “SOVES!” Fly. Her command rang out clearly in the pit. The she-dragon took several more steps until she was free of the pit, out the door, then flapped her wings, gaining air. Everyone ran to the entrance to watch Helaena’s first flight with Dreamfyre. She was not out of the woods yet, the dragon could still decide to throw her off. Why had his stupid stupid sister decided to attempt her first flight without a dragon? This was impulsive and reckless! Behavior he expected from Aegon, but Helaena?

“Helaena claimed a dragon!” Little Luke called out excitedly. The little fool, a dragon could take to the air before ditching a rejected rider.

“How long before we know Dreamfyre won’t reject Helaena?” Aemond asked a keeper breathlessly, eyes fixed on the shrinking dragon.

“A dragon will not keep a rejected rider on their back for long.” The keeper said.

Dreamfyre was gliding through the sky, he saw no figure falling from its body. Helaena must still be on. Soon the dragon disappeared from their sight. “Where’d she take her?” He asked anxiously.

“Probably flying around the city, it’s what I did with Sunfyre,” Aegon said, how could he manage to brag at a time like this? Aemond wanted to punch Aegon in his mouth. He decided against it, keeping his eyes fixed on the sky, hoping Dreamfyre would return Helaena soon unharmed.

Dreamfyre took Helaena around King’s Landing three times before landing in front of the dragonpit entrance. She clumsily slid off the dragon, down her wing and ran to her waiting welcoming committee. “That was the best moment of my life!” She shouted, she was breathless, her braid had hair sticking out, and her eyes wild. “She wanted to go faster but I told her no, I didn’t have my saddle and she listened!” She said to the approving dragonkeepers.

“Very good Princess, but remember, full bonding takes time and work. Dreamfyre will not fully listen to your commands yet.”

“I understand,” she was bouncing on her heels, Aemond couldn’t recall the last time she was this animated. “Can you put a saddle on her? Please? She’ll allow it.” The keepers obliged and fetched a saddle to fit on Dreamfyre. She sat patiently as it was put in place, Helaena was rubbing her dragon’s head.

“It is secured Princess, remember to secure the chains in place before every take off.” A keeper said.

Dreamfyre let out a trill, and Helaena was scrambling up her dragon again, ignoring any calls for her to come down. She quickly secured herself in place, Dreamfyre slowly raised her wings in anticipation, there was a glint in the she-dragon’s eyes. “Helaena they said come down!” Aemond said.

“Soves!” Helaena cried out, Dreamfyre shot up in the air, shooting off with a speed it had not attempted when Helaena rode bareback.

“What is wrong with her? She never disobeys like that.” Aemond wondered aloud.

“Well Aemond, riding dragons is fun, and riders like to stay up in the air, you’ll understand one day, maybe.” Aemond lunged at his brother and had to be held back by dragonkeepers who immediately started scolding him.

Jace let out a whistle, “Dreamfyre is showing off.”

She was, it was easy to understand Dreamfyre’s intentions now. The dragon had invited his sister to fly on her back. Only landing for a brief moment for a saddle to be secured so she could take her new rider on a true flight. Dreamfyre soared with the air with grace and agility. Climbing high, diving down, turning left and right, you could faintly hear shrieks of delight from Helaena. Watching the pair soar through the air, all the fear left Aemond. Only to be replaced by a heavier emotion. Jealousy. His stomach twisted in a painful knot, now he was the only one of his siblings, of any of the Targaryen heirs to be dragonless. Aegon and Daeron had been given an egg at birth, a tradition the gods had denied him. His bastard nephews had bonded with eggs laid by their mother’s dragon Syrax. Now Helaena had claimed one, no it was worst than that. Dreamfyre had picked her, practically begged her to climb on and take flight.

“Back to the pit Princes, you’re not done with your lesson.” A keeper called out. Aemond didn’t move, instead crying hot tears as he watched his sister enjoying what he could not.

#into the storm #HOTD #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanfic #hotd au #helaena targaryen #jacaerys x helaena #jace velaryon #slow burn #rhaenyra targeryan #prince aemond #aemond targaryen #mine

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