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dragon-ascent · 3 months

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I wonder how Zhongli would feel if he came home one night, to find his lover surrounded by plushies of him (as an archon, dragon, and his current form) and cuddling a giant Rex Lapis exuvia plush?

Sure, he finds her skill at textile design impressive but he can't help but feel a bit jealous that a creation of fabric and cotton stole his beloved.

Jealous (and possibly pouty) Li is everything to me ;u; so here you go! Enjoy~

The first time you showed Zhongli a plushie you'd made of him in his miniature dragon form, words couldn't describe how touched and flattered he was that his beloved could find pleasure in creating plushies in his image. The fact that you loved him so much amplified his own love for you tenfold, and he couldn't ask for a better partner.

But then, the plushies started piling up. Big and small, fluffy and smooth, person and dragon. Zhongli didn't want to discourage you from making use of your exceptional crafting skills, especially seeing how happy you were, but once the plushies started taking up his side of the bed, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy - something he wasn't accustomed to. Especially when it appeared that he was stealing you from himself in a way..?

It all comes to a head when he returns home after a week-long consultation overseas, wanting nothing more than to hold and be held by you. "Darling, I'm home."

No response. Well, that's all right, he thinks, as it's quite late and he wouldn't be surprised if you'd already fallen asleep. Zhongli pictures you nodding off while trying to stay up waiting for your husband, and a tender smile tugs at his lips.

But when he gets to the bedroom, a different scene awaits entirely.

There's the usual mountain of Zhongli-themed plushies around you, but it's...a lot bigger than he'd remembered. And in the middle of it all, you're wide awake and rolling about with a giant plushie of his dragon-Qilin form, about as tall as Zhongli himself is. Your eyes are closed and you're humming, petting the plushie as you do.

At first he's a mix of awestruck and besotted by the scene, but those feelings are swiftly overtaken by envy. Huffing softly, he decides to take matters into his own hands.

...You're minding your own business, stroking your soft Rex Lapis in utter contentment when suddenly the soft fuzzy cotton seems to morph into a smoother, scalier texture.

"Oh!" You open your eyes, seeing a more reptilian version of your creation staring back at you expectantly like a dog. Grinning, you cuddle him. "Wow, I really outdid myself with how realistic this one is!"

He lets out an audible huff now, and you laugh.

Your dragon husband curls up around you, fiery eyes transfixed upon you alone. "Pay attention to me," he murmurs, and there's a hint of a whine in his deep voice, "and me alone." He uses his tail to knock his cotton imposter off the bed.

But you're still being cheeky. "Well, technically these are all you," you say, holding up a little plushie of Zhongli wearing his white archon hood, but your husband only growls at it, which makes you giggle. You stroke his sorry, scaley ol' head. "You're so silly, Li."

"I am not silly," he answers earnestly, nuzzling his snout against your skin. Ah, how he missed your scent. Gently, he uses his clawed hands to keep your upper half in place while his tail coils around your lower half. Finally content, he closes his eyes and purrs.

You roll your eyes, smiling. "You're going to keep me like this?"

"Yes. You are to stay like this with me all night, my darling. Please do not object."

And you willingly give in, letting your lizard lover keep you in his hold like this until the sun rises again.

#sini writes #zhongli #genshin impact #zhongli x reader #fluff #drabble #rex lapis #divider by cafekitsune

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flokali · 1 month

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I just want to touch zhonglis horns or tail. Like they are so pretty

a/n: me too anon, me too ><

I love the image of a relaxed Zhongli who, after much coaxing from your part, allows a small pair of horns to adorn the top of his head. Well, it’s less that it’s small and more so that he’s big enough that almost anything that isn’t comically large looks small near him.

They look similar to Azhdaha’s horns in colour, earthy tones that make them look like Geo formations sitting atop their heads. However, Zhongli’s look just a tad bit neater, as if a gifted craftsman had taken the time to carve and polish them — which, may be possible considering how particular the former archon has become in regards to his appearance ever since your arrival.

His horns blend in their base with his hair, a dark brown colour that fades into a colour that looks akin to polished Cor Lapis. They sit comfortably atop his hair, curling upwards until the very tip where they finally look down. Long, thick vein-like carvings decorate them, their pattern looking much like the ones found in his pillars.

Whenever he uses his Geo element, which he rarely does whenever he allows himself to show his more draconian features, said carvings are filled up with elemental energy that glows a golden colour, instances in which they look much like rivers of gold flowing through him.

They’d probably be cold, at least whenever he’s not using any elemental energy, in which case they seemingly hum a soft warmth. But it never burns hot or freezingly cold, on the instances where you glide the pad of your finger through the, surprisingly, smooth surface it feels pleasant. Like an ointment that leaves your skin tingling, they seemingly buzz with energy native to Teyvat.

I also like to think that, when allowing more… draconic features of his to shine, Zhongli’s arms look similar to his Rex Lapis days. Back then, his arms were deep in colour with golden markings glowing - much like his horns, I’d think. Unlike before, the colour doesn’t seep into his neck, instead neatly ending near his shoulders and fading back into his human form’s flesh. But it’s just as striking, they almost look like gloves, but when you touch them they still feel like skin — the golden etchings in them, however, would probably feel more calloused, like scar tissue. In these instances, his arms run cold, much like stone. It’s only near the golden tissue that a semblance of warmth is found. During particularly hot summer days, they work wonders in keeping the heat away.

A tail… for some reason, I feel like he’d be extremely hesitant in showing it off. Only during private hours with you, where he’ll be absolutely certain no one other than yourself will see, will he show you. When he does, you notice how slim it is — only growing in size by the end, where it resembles a cloud. It’s essentially the same tail he possesses as Morax, where the end is filled with explosive colours that make it look like pure Geo energy materialising into the air.

Like any dragon, his tail is made out of scales - however his are surprisingly smooth, they blend into each other creating the illusion of there being no scales at all. They’re still sturdy, however, you’re pretty sure no weapon in existence could cut through them. His tail’s end… I think it’d be fur, long hairs combed into their position mimicking the clouds above Liyue Harbor during sunsets, unlike the rest of his body, I think it’d be surprisingly soft and, forgive my blasphemy, fluffy.

In these instances where he allows himself to be more vulnerable, showing bits and pieces of his most prominent and powerful forms, he grows to love your affection.

He loves it just as much when you comb his long, silken hair as when you detangle his tail. The feeling of your nails tracing the hundreds of scales that protect his tail make a shiver run down his spine, one that pleasures him as much as takes him by surprise every time.

Zhongli is rather secretive about his previous roles in life, which means that he has to trust you quite a lot to willingly expose traits of his that once belonged to the lives he once lived, which is why he’s so keen on keeping these attributes of his known only to the two of you.

If he so much as senses anybody coming near the room, his horns and tail quickly disappear - much to your disappointment. If anybody, much less someone like Venti, where to catch even so much as a glimpse of his more draconian features, you might need to physically restrain him lest he send them home with multiple injuries. It comes to a point where he mostly only cares about keeping a secret only between you and himself, rather than keeping his identity secret.

It’s why he treasures the soft moments where you lay in bed together, his head resting against your chest as you softly rub his horns with gentle motions. His ears are sharp, the beating of your heart is loud and clear to Zhongli, but it’s not bothersome at all — instead, it’s soothing to him, like the sound of soft rain against a window would be to some or waves softly crashing down into the sand. You’re too sleepy to notice, the warmth radiating from the man on top of you was simply too comfortable for you to resist the temptation of slumber, the soft purring that rumbled from his chest.

That was yet another feature of his you’d soon familiarise yourself with though, he still wanted to keep a few cards up his sleeve in case he felt you were drifting too far away from his embrace.

#๋࣭ ancient scrolls #๋࣭. hidden devotee #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #genshin impact x reader #yandere zhongli #zhongli x reader #Genshin zhongli x reader #soft yandere zhongli #soft sagau #<- mostly written with the au in mind it #*ig #soft zhongli #Genshin x reader #sub zhongli #zhongli genshin impact

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ganondoodle · 30 days

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(oc wip)

i have grown very attached to the design of older OCs, but especially with Shargon i always ran into trouble bc it never matched his demon form, this is a first attempt at getting both more in line while leaning more into a bird/dragon idea ...?

i think ill put the red more and lower on his hips-legs so its a bit more uniform but i dont hate this one? id miss his fluffy pink(ish) hair he used to have but i never got it to work well with this demon form (current idea of that small in the bg)

hes lost and regained his feathers over the years of his design changes and maybe now they might be truly back xD

#ganondoodles #art #character design #ocs #original character #wip #shargon started as the long dead father of a tragic monster hauro (howl) through possesion oc back when i was a teen #and now hes the main character #and literally everything changes except his name #it sounds not .. great but i cant get myself to change it #hes too old for that #also im up wayyyyyy to late when i gotta get up extremely early #weeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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queen-of-scissors · 1 year

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What happens if creator has a lot of squishmellows and misses them?

Heres a challenge for you: The characters cannot and i mean cannot make another set of squishmellows the reason for this is because the squishmellows the reader has are gifts from there family.

Challenge accepted.

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İm huggable too!!

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You let out a dreamy sigh, and they were at your side as soon as they heard you.

"Your highness? Are you alright?"

With a forced smile, you looked at them from where you sat, "No need to worry, I'm fine!"

"Realy..? But you don't look fine."

"İ just-"

"Do you feel unwell?!" Green-haired man in the crowd, Baizhu, split the group to get near you. "Please tell me the symptoms."

"No, i-"

"Are you bored?" The boy with blue braided hair, Venti, teleported beside you with a gust of wind "shall I sing for you?"

"Guys-"

"Perhaps you are experiencing the feeling of being burnt out" the god of mora gently spoke, "May I suggest some calming tea? Brewing them shouldn't take long, only 4 hours should be enough"

"Will you hear me out?"

The room goes silent, they were embarrassed to realize they acted before giving you a chance to explain. How childish it was of them.

Don't be mad at them pls they are just trying to help ;; they can't stand the thought of you feeling down!

You sighed once again.

"...i just missed my squishmellows"

"Pardon?"

"I missed my extra fluffy, stuffed animals"

Zhongli looked at you sweetly "is that all? Well then, you need but ask"

"Noooo they won't be the same as my babies ;;"

Everyone turned their head to face you, faster than how Ei turned back to her creation. You had a child?!?! When?! How?! Do you have a court in another world?!

"Ok, before you take everything I say literally again, let me tell all of you this;.

No, they are not my actual children. İ call the pillows this because I love them so much"

Ohhh, oh ok they did NOT understand

"Now that won't do~" Yae Miko cooed "Leaving Their Highness deprived of the warmth and fluffiness they need is absolutely unacceptable! Hmmmmm"

She looked at you, seemingly lost in thought, but you could see the mischievous look in her eyes. Which also made you realize the light purple glow coming from her back.

"Perhaps," she stepped forward, making her tail more visible for all to see, "you might find my fur more huggable than your pillows~ would you like to try?"

"THE AUDACİTY-" one of your acolytes screamed, though they seemed redder than you are.

"Excuse me??" Tighnari let out an offended gasp "You think you can replace the holy object that they hold near?"

"Well, could you? Please spare yourself the embarrassment and don't act like you would not like to be at the pillows place as well~"

"Ok- listen here- what kind of a fake hybrid doesn't like being petted?" He admitted, blushing.

Gorou shifted uncomfortably, he also wanted to at least tell you that he would love nothing more than being your personal cuddler, his pride doesn't let him be teased about it. Yae picked up on that, however,

"Hmm? What is it general? Do you have something to say?"

You see him tense up so you decided to take the situation over

"Thank you Miko, knowing that you got my back makes me feel better haha!"

She smiles "anytime your Grace, my offer still stands if you choose to take it whenever you May need it ~"

"Hey creator~"

Your head instinctively turns to one of your titles being sung.

Venti, who is now in his Archon form, decided to fluff his wings in your direction.

"My feathers need a bit of brushing, it is such a pain doing it by myself, would you help this frustrated Acolyte with your divine touch?~"

You hear a deep growl from behind you.

"Foolish Bard. Stop this nonsense this İNSTANT"

"....Said the dragon Archon in his dragon form waiting for pets." He mumbled

I don't know about you, but if I Heard that Zhongli is in his dragon form? İ would turn my head so fast that even xiao would be jealous of my speed-

But for the sake of keeping it all reader-friendly, and keeping in mind that not everyone is a simp, let's just say the reader decides to stop the chaos.

To stop the chaos, you have 3 choices

1- pick one of them

2-pick all of them

3- shut everyone up and wait for albedo to open a portal to get you your squishmellows back.

Warning: option 3 May cause them to get damaged in some way. But don't worry creator! Your acolytes are here for comfort :D

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fairyhaos · 3 months

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seventeen and which mythical beings they are

requested by @mesanthropi ^^ physically held myself back from going on rants for shua's and hao's and jeonghan's pls (iykyk)

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seungcheol

vampire. formidable, mysterious vampire seungcheol from a powerful family name who lives in a huge, ominous castle and somehow manages to make sucking blood look sexy… shakes he's so fine oh my god. honestly vampire!cheol with glowing red eyes and an intimidating presence and the most smug fucking smirk in the world is such a vibe, and he also has the whole “i was born centuries and centuries ago” old hag thing down to an art

jeonghan

siren. specifically a mermaid-type siren that lives in the sea and has a pretty iridescent tail. water-dwelling being jeonghan just makes so much sense to me bc he has their fluidity and their peaceful and their mischief and also??? jeonghan with a shimmery mermaid tail and captivating siren voice???? i'd willingly drown myself for him actually, siren song be damned. he has the silvery voice of a siren and the ethereal looks to be one fr

joshua

wood nymph. bambi-eyed wood nymph joshua who communicates with the birds and tends to his forest and has flowers weaved in his hair and stars embedded around his eyes… the nymph!joshua obsession is Real guys and i am definitely a victim of it. curly haired joshua is just sooo wood nymph coded and i can see him as some soft-spoken, pretty being who lives in a birch tree and guides stray travellers when they get lost in his woods

junhui

witch junhui with his black cat familiar and his dented cauldron and his cottage in the middle of the forest!! witch junhui with his mini apothecary and his goofy-sounding spells and his eyebrow permanently half-singed bc his enchantments keep backfiring!! witch junhui with his soft spoken words and bright laugh and total kindness to everyone who happens upon his home!! witch junhui is so so dear to me and he really is just. a witchy little dude

hoshi

shapeshifter. does this idea feed into his furry agenda a bit too much? yeah, it kinda does, but oh my god just imagine tiger shapeshifter hoshi who's part human but can turn into a large, big-fanged and bold-striped tiger at a moment's notice. he really just genuinely gives shapeshifter vibes, and every year he schedules one week where he'll traipse off into the nearest mountains and blow off some steam in his tiger form for seven days

wonwoo

dragon. okay so this is kinda not a humanoid mythical being, but wonwoo is soooo big friendly dragon coded. i can imagine him as a large, red scaly dragon, snoozing atop his massive hoard of gold in a secluded cave in the forest, little wisps of smoke coming out of his nostrils as he snores contentedly. that doesn't mean he can't be scary if he wants to tho, and can burn down any puny humans who try to steal his hoard in the blink of an eye

woozi

demigod. part-god woozi is just such a vibe okay, and he rlly does give off a hercules-type feel, where he can do inhuman things and seems almost untouchable in his awesomeness, even though he's right there in front of you. and he has a hatred of the gods and a mild tolerance for humans but at the end of the day, he appreciates and loves both for all that they do. (also in a percy jackson demigod sense, he is totally an apollo's kid and no i don't make the rules)

minghao

fae. y'all know how far my fairy minghao agenda runs by now and like ??? can you blame me ???? the idea of sassy smol hao with fairy wings and a squeaky voice is cute and all, but also i just think he fits the idea of the entire tall, mysterious fae folk really well too. with his pointy fae ears and his shrewd gaze and his ability to say half-truths and riddles and give sage advice about how to live your life all at once, he really is very much a fae-like person.

mingyu

some sort of demon. he's so loud and bright and kind that, despite his huge presence and glowing eyes and the horns protruding out of his mess of fluffy hair, you don't even register that he's some dangerous, hellish creature before something happens and he just snaps, the air around him visibly darkening as he tears after the thing that caused him to lose control. he's so sweet and kind but so undeniably dangerous all at once.

dokyeom

elf. i'm thinking lord of the rings elves, except i haven't actually watched lord of the rings but i have this idea of them being tall and rich and elegant beings, and it makes me think of dokyeom. he's just so pretty, and the elves rely on the natural elements to survive, right? dokyeom is just so sunbeams peeking through forest leaves, so little rabbits bounding through the undergrowth, so hand-whittled arrows and folk songs around a campfire and tall, tall, beautiful elves.

seungkwan

will o’ the wisp or a sprite. he's endearing and mysterious, and once you gain his favour he's staying glued to ur shoulder for the entirety of your dangerous quest through the magical woods. he's very chatty and also very elusive, constantly flitting around in the air and disappearing in a wink of light before appearing on your nose once again. you can't tell if he's a help or a hindrance, but he's cute and bright and makes the journey a lot better

vernon

a smurf. smurfs count as mythical beings okay, and while ive never actually watched any smurf movie thing ever, i think vernon would make an absolutely brilliant smurf. they give off silly goofy weird adorable vibes, and that's basically vernon in a nutshell. also smol vernon with blue skin and lives in a mushroom looking house??? that's kinda cute and actually something that vernon might wanna do irl not gonna lie

chan

nine-tailed fox. he's so mysterious and sexy and kind of dangerous but like. his unbelievable handsomeness kinda outweighs the danger. honestly i don't really have an explanation for this other than that the Vibes r there for some reason and he'd look so cool with those glittery wisps of magic threading through the air around him as his eyes glow a mysterious colour before he launches into a kdrama-esque fight sequence against the latest monster

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archonadeptus · 1 year

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You don’t have to but can you do a Creater!reader with the fatui finding them first and either worshiping them or keeping them locked away because they don’t want anyone else finding them?

Fatui x Creator!Reader

A/N: You have no idea how excited this request made me! It highkey brought me back away from my writer's block so thank you!♡ I want them to be obsessed with us because I'm an absolute simp. Wanna marry them~♡ Ahem anyway, I really hope this is what you're hoping for! Also... I'm thinking about making this into a series. What do you all think?

Summary: You descend to Teyvat as their Divine Creator, only instead of Spawning in Mondstat you awake within the cold of Snezhnaya and the Fatui are there to greet you.

Warnings: Obsessive worship, Unhealthy relationships, yandere hints

Characters: Pierro, Il Dottore, Columbina, Pantalone, Tartaglia, II Capitano, Sandrone, Arlecchino & Pulinella

Winters Bird Cage

Everything felt so numb but still ever so comforting; it radiated warmth despite being snow. Your eyes glided across the soft surface of snow you had awoken amongst. This was your land, your world - yet you had chosen to live a life within a mortal body. Just one simple life cycle to truly cherish your world in person. Yes, there was always the option of descending in your true God-like form, but you decided to keep things low and hidden though that didn't really work. Though you were in human form, many if not all could sense your presence there. The announcement of your arrival was rapidly spread and now there's a group of people challenging the snow as they rush toward you. Hm. This truly was what cold felt like? Numb and prickly... Your body began to shiver as goosebumps began to litter your skin.

"Cold..." Your gentle voice spoke as what mortals call 'dragon breath' left your lips. Warm and cold air swirled in a mist-like manner as that word was spoken… Truly pretty.

"Your grace!" Childe was the first to reach you, his red scarf soon being wrapped around you along with his fluffy coat. "Please forgive my casual touch, my Creator." He was soon upon his knees bowing his head to you and as the other Harbingers arrived they too bowed alongside Childe.

"We have long awaited your arrival, my Grace." Pierro was the first to speak to you as the others kept their heads bowed. "It is an honour you blessed our land with your current mortal touch... Please, join us won't you? Allow us to treat you with our highest care…" Il Dottore was the next to speak, eyes shimmering with curiosity and love for you.

"My Grace, although I'm sure you know this already, we must bring you to our home so that you don't grow sick due to the cold." He paused momentarily, a flash of worry in his eyes at your weaker state. "Mortals are fragile after all." You allowed your eyes to wander between them all before finally falling back upon Childes - he seemed to agree with them.

"O-okay. I'd like that…" You smiled lightly at them all and that instantly spread joy through them all. "Childe…" His eyes instantly snapped up to meet yours. You're calling for him? "I want to stay beside you. Please…" Yes, you knew the other harbingers but you knew Childe the best and had grown very fond of him - his presence always felt comforting. "It's really cold." Arlecchino piped up with her eyes gazing over at you all.

"You heard our Grace, let's move back toward the warmth, I won't have them freezing out here." Childe immediately nodded, holding his hand out for you. After taking his hand, you instantly hugged him tightly practically drowning in his large Harbinger jacket. "Tired." Without thinking, he lifted you up in his arms and allowed his jacket to act much like a blanket. Melting at the sight of The Creator in his clothes, he moved toward the others whilst keeping you safe. He didn't want them touching or looking at you… But alas, you didn't just make him did you? Though he wishes it was just him at times.

"Let's move now." Pierro soon piped up, standing along with everyone else and rapidly moving toward their home. The warmth Childe provided was perfect… if anything, you were feeling your consciousness slipping from you and the hushed rapid words against your ear helped aid that.

"Sleep, My Divine. I won't allow anybody to take you from me so just rest now. I will be here when you wake up."

"...Speak to me, Speak to me with love in your words." Singing… What a beautiful form of communication. That's why you ensured melodies like this existed throughout the world of Teyvat, the comfort and message each song brought always warmed you. "Make for me... Make for me a soft universe." Opening your eyes you blinked a little, your hand being held by Childes who was sleeping peacefully beside the bed you were currently laying in. He kept his promise and he was exactly where he said he would be beside you. You didn't want him moving too far away from you as afterall, he was currently the only form of comfort and familiarity you had right now despite creating the lands themselves. Though If he's asleep then where is that beautiful melody coming from? Shifting your eyes away from Childe, they soon landed upon Columbina whose eyes were gazing straight into your own. Her body was half slumped across the bed nearing your legs with a soft smile against her lips.

"Your Grace, you've woken at long last!" Much like her singing, her voice too was gentle and filled with sparks of joy. "Childe refused to let go of you but I just couldn't let him have you all to himself now could I? He needs to learn to share." Her smile didn't once falter and her eyes seemed perfectly content gazing into your golden ones. Columbine soon sat up with a gentle hum in continuation of her previous melody, swinging her legs slightly whilst sitting on the chair beside the bed you were laid in. "Tell me... Do you love me?" You instantly nodded - of course you did! You loved all of your creations equally.

"Yes I do." Her smile soon grew at this.

"And I too love you, My Divine. I shall do anything you wish of me." Soft giggles left her which caused Childe's hand to tighten a little around yours.

"You aren't disturbing and bothering our creator with your nonsense, are you?" Turning to once again face Childe, his eyes opened and the first thing he did was glare at her.

"Oh no, don't worry it's okay." You smiled at him, lightly gripping his hand in reassurance. "She was just keeping me company whilst you slept!" He returned your smile and simply nodded, but you barely made out what he mumbled beneath his breath.

"Then I won't rest again if it means your affection will be stolen from me. You're mine."

"Hm?" His usual grin returned,

"Nothing, My Divine." A few rapid knocks sounded at the door and the silence felt beyond worrisome. You had just reawoken in a fragile mortal body, you didn't wish for any surprises. Chide seemed to notice your worry and he soon soothed it with a smile. "Don't fret, your grace, I shall always protect you." Columbine soon interjected with her voice,

"I too will forever protect you! But you don't need to worry here, everyone here worships you as they should." Nodding softly, you allowed yourself to trust their words.

"Come in." Upon the sound of the door opening Arlecchino soon bowed upon one knee - her head low like she wasn't blessed enough to even meet your gaze.

"My Divine. Please forgive my reckless interruption but I've been sent by Pierro and Pulinella to ask if you would bless us with your presence in the dining room." She took a breath, tempting fate by gazing up and meeting your golden orbs. Your gaze on her alone was enough to fill her heart with pure joy and love within an instant. It also made her aware of how close the other two were. And... Is that Chide holding your hand?

"Why are you both treating our Creator so casually? Step away and beg." Her voice seemed similar to a growl, fury rapidly filling her.

"No. I promised to be beside them, don't go around giving orders that you're unable to give." Childe replied just as quickly as she stood. Columbine however made no effort to move either as she continued to hum a tune that was mixed in with the occasional giggle.

"It's okay, Chino." What was that? Did you just bless her with a nickname? Did they have nicknames yet? According to their shocked faces, they didn't. "I- Sorry. Is it okay to call you that?" Did you even have to ask? She'd be your pet if you desired and she'd be thrilled to be yours. A nickname unique to her though? That's a gift from the Divine Creator - how could she possibly decline this wonderful gift?

"Of course! Anything from you I adore." Your small burst of laughter had them all clinging at your every word.

"I wanted them to be beside me, it felt lonely and cold." It seemed that you disliked being cold. Did you wish for her jacket instead of his? She will happily give it to you, it's probably warmer too. Or would you rather she destroyed the Cyro Archon herself? To dethrone the Tsaritsa, maybe even to kill? Anything for you. Just name it and it shall be yours. "But I'm happy to go if you're all there too! I'm just nervous within a mortal body. Please forgive my timidness."

"Please don't fret, your grace!" Columbine smiled at you, "You showed us your Strength and gave us all life... Now allow us to care for you whilst you're fragile like a butterfly."

"Let us show you our undying loyalty to you and you alone." Childe soon cut in before helping you stand.

"Are you prepared to meet the rest of your loyal acolytes my Divine?"

The Fatui on their knees was usually a sight only the Tsaritsa got to see, but now? Now this sight was for you and you alone.

"My Divine," Pierro began, "Welcome home." At this they all stood as he walked forward and guided you to the head chair of the dining hall. Upon being seated everyone else soon did the same and sat themselves variously at the table. Pierro to your left and Childe protectively to your right. Pulinella soon spoke alongside him.

"Choosing Snezhnaya as your mortal forms birthplace truly was a wise decision indeed. Though we didn't expect anything less from you and we are pleased to know you chose us."

"I'm really glad to be here too! To finally meet you all in person, but I-" Sandrone and Pantalone soon stood up and after bowing to you they both approached, Presenting to you a golden laced Fatui coat.

"We made this for you, your grace." Sandrone smiled as she held the coat out to you. Pantalone hummed as he took it from her arms and assisted you with putting it on, much to everyone else's disapproval though.

"I had it designed right away for you, My Divine." His grin at you made your heart begin to pick up. Was this nervousness or glee? "Only the finest golden lace and materials for you. We can't have our precious God of all Gods cold now can we?" Sandrone soon sat back upon her machine, eyes sparling at meeting your own golden gaze.

"Especially during your stay as a mortal!" Did they think you were staying here forever? But you had to visit the other nations and all of your other favourite Creations!

"Ah - this truly is beyond beautiful… Thank you all! But I'm going to be visiting other nations too!" Your smile calmed them but it didn't stop Dottore from expressing his distaste.

"Other nations? Oh my sweet Divine don't you see?" He gestured around, "Everything that you'll ever need is right here."

"My Divine… You have all the love and loyalty you could ever desire and your most powerful acolytes at your every breath." Childe grinned at you, "Don't you wish to stay?"

Snezhnaya could be a place you could love and adore... Or it could be a winters bird cage just for you. So, my Divine. What is your choice?

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Mkay, so hear me out. I wanted to ask if you could write about gyutaro and the reader being in a fantasy universe that's similar to final fantasy or the legend of zelda, but Gyutaro is part dragon and maybe even the guardian of like a temple or something along those lines. Be creative with it, I know whatever you come up with will be great :> You can make it NSFW or more fluffy, all up to you!

Either way, I hope you have a great day ^^

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭

꒦꒷‧₊ Summary You are a Princess of a crumbling kingdom. Desperate for help, you set out to free an ancient dragon in hopes that he will be able to restore order to the land. But you were naive to think he would be so gracious. Things take a turn for the worse and you have no choice but to rely on each other.

꒦꒷‧₊ Content Dragon!Gyutaro x Female!Reader, violence, gore, death

꒦꒷‧₊ Note 3k words. A lot of the lore for this story is based off of Elden Ring. I know you asked for other games but I'm not familiar with them so I hope this is ok. I absolutely adore Elden Ring so this was very fun to write. I'm sorry that I ended up making this way more complex than it needed to be but I couldn't help it! I was having too much fun coming up with lore for this universe. I have so many ideas for this so if you'd like me to continue this story then please let me know!

Finally after days of searching through the Swamp of Aeonia, narrowly avoiding the toxic scarlet rot that infects these lands, you found the ruins only spoken of in ancient legends.

It is said that deep within the heart of Caelid there is a place where Gyutaro, the son of the Lichdragon Fortissax, has been imprisoned for the last 100 years.

Legend says that he was forsaken for being the most hideous creature in all the land. While his twin sister was worshiped for her beauty. He was born corrupted by the scarlet rot, consuming him from the inside out. And Gyutaro was known for his jealousy. He would destroy and devour things that were beautiful or more fortunate than himself. He brought great suffering to The Lands Between, so a knight was sent to imprison him.

You don't know for certain if the legends are true, but you sure hope they are. Growing up you've always been incredibly fascinated by dragons and the tales your mother would tell you. But since you are a princess you were never allowed around such ferocious beasts. But now you have no choice.

Your kingdom is crumbling and your mother has fallen ill. As the war across The Lands Between rages on, your soldiers dwindle. You feel helpless as more and more of your soldiers die. More innocent lives.

But you remembered the tales your mother would tell you and it gave you a glimmer of hope. It is told that the Lichdragon Fortissax was defeated in battle by Godwyn the Golden. But instead of death, Godwyn offered his friendship to the Lichdragon. Fortissax was loyal to Godwyn ever since, protecting him even after they both succumbed to corruption.

You thought that perhaps the rumored son of Fortissax would be just as loyal as his father. If you were to free him from his imprisonment then perhaps he would return the favor by protecting your kingdom.

It's a long shot but it may be the only shot you have.

You cautiously descend into the ruins of what appears to be a dungeon, slowly decayed by the scarlet rot. You're careful not to touch anything as you make your way down a long staircase.

At the bottom of the staircase lies a corridor. A deep rumble can be heard as you walk through, your footsteps echoing through the passageway. As you get closer to the end of the hall the rumbling gets louder and louder.

Finally, you make it to the end, welcomed by a giant chamber. And there he is.

Gyutaro, the son of the Lichdragon.

As soon as you lay your eyes upon him you are stricken with a combination of fear and amazement. His beauty takes your breath away.

His large form lays sleeping in the middle of the room. But as soon as you step foot into the chamber he begins to stir. His eyes shoot open, slit pupils surrounded by glowing yellow stare wildly at you. With a deep growl, he rises to his feet, towering at least 20 feet over you.

His body is covered with black scales, accented with green. Though his beautiful scales are interrupted by dark splotches scattered across his face and body, these scales don't shimmer like the others do. They appear dull and corrupt in some way. Razor sharp claws adorn his paws and two large horns sit atop his head.

Though his body looks different than you had imagined. He is very muscular but his stomach is hollowed out and you can clearly see his ribs and spine. You imagine he doesn't get much to eat here, so perhaps that would explain his emaciated stature.

He spreads his massive wings, blocking the light from the torches behind him. And his long tail sways behind him as he glares down at you. And that's when you hear it. A deep rumble coming from within his chest as he begins to open his jaws, revealing a bright red light glowing from within him. He's about to envelop you in flames.

"G-Gyutaro!" You immediately get on your knees and bow before him, "Son of Fortissax! I have come to free you!"

The rumbling stops, and you feel the ground shake as he begins to circle you. Too afraid to look up, you stay staring at the cobblestone. Hoping that he spares you and gives you a chance to explain yourself.

He leans closer to you, inhaling your scent. "Human... you are of royal blood," he rasps. The sound of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Y-yes," you stammer, "I am Princess Y/N."

"Princess?" he smirks, "What is a princess doing in the Swamp of Aeonia?"

"I came searching for you," you finally muster the courage to look up. Staring into his golden eyes. "The Lands Between suffer greatly these days. W-we need the ancient dragon to return balance to the land," your voice shakes as you muster a half-truth. It is true that the world hasn't been graced by an ancient dragon in many years and their presence could help restore the world to order. But you also seek his aid in restoring your kingdom.

"You are quite bold for a human," he scoffs, "Attempt if you must. But these are no ordinary binds."

He lifts his legs, jingling the chain that wraps tightly around his ankle. You were too enamored by his magnificence to notice them before.

You shakily get up onto your feet to examine the chains. A glowing blue tint shines off of the thick metal. These chains must be enchanted somehow. For if they were ordinary he would easily be able to break free. But you came prepared.

Gyutaro doesn't know how to break the spell that binds him to this place, but you do. As a princess, you have access to all of the records and literature you could ever want. You know what will free him.

A kiss from a beautiful maiden of royalty.

The knight that imprisoned him, an ancestor of Lord Tengen, was smart when he enchanted these chains. He thought of something that could never possibly happen, something that Gyutaro would surely never allow even if someone had tried. Especially since when Gyutaro was free he set out to destroy all beauty.

You clear your throat, "I know what will set you free. But you need to trust me."

Gyutaro narrows his eyes at you. What could possibly be your angle here? Are things really that bad that you came to free him? You do know his history, do you not? He is no peaceful creature, always leaving violence and death in his wake.

He doesn't understand what your motives are, but he isn't afraid of a mere human. He figures that if you try anything funny then he can just devour you. But, he's been imprisoned here for so long that he's willing to hear you out.

You slowly reach up towards his face. He doesn't know why he feels so drawn to you, but he lowers his head and you gently place your hands on his cheeks.

"You will be free," you whisper as you look into his eyes.

You lean forward and kiss him. Pressing your soft lips to his scaly ones. He feels something warm blossom within him as he closes his eyes.

The chains slowly disintegrate into dust, effectively ending his 100-year imprisonment.

His eyes widen in surprise, "I-I'm free..."

Your heart beat quickens as you slowly step away from him. Fear overtakes you as you stand before this mighty dragon, now completely free. Will he return the favor to you? Or will he devour you now that he's gotten what he needed from you?

His lips curl into a smirk as he puffs out his chest and lets out a mighty roar. So loud that it shakes the entire dungeon, echoing throughout the infected lands of Caelid and possibly beyond.

The walls of the dungeon begin to crumble as debris falls from the ceiling. This place is on the verge of collapsing.

Quickly, Gyutaro scoops you up in his arms. Holding you against his chest as he lunges upwards, bursting through the ceiling of the ruins.

He flies into the sky, marveling at the rot-ridden swamp below him. The sun hitting his scales for the first time in 100 years, he's filled with vigor.

You hold on for dear life, though he has a firm grip on you. Gyutaro flies above Caelid, triumphantly roaring to alert everyone that he is back. You aren't sure if his return will cause hope or fear amongst the people of The Lands Between.

He flies east, a safe distance away from the scarlet rot, and into a nearby forest. Carefully landing, he gently sets you down on the ground.

"Princess..." he lowers his head, "You freed me from that accursed prison. Thank you..."

You feel a surge of relief and power course through you as this all-powerful creature bows before you. Reaching out to him, you gently lay your hand on his snout. "You're welcome. I'm glad to have helped."

He quickly recoils from your touch, feeling an unfamiliar emotion stir within him. His brows furrow in discomfort. This feeling doesn't sit right in his stomach, and he doesn't enjoy it.

With a sour taste in his mouth, he launches back into the sky. Leaving you behind.

"W-wait!" you shout, trying to run after him but there's no point. He's already long gone.

Gyutaro couldn't take it any longer. The attraction towards you that blossomed within him was too foreign to him. Though after being imprisoned for the last 100 years it was nice to have some company. Especially that of a beautiful princess. But he pushes those thoughts aside and focuses on more important things. Like reuniting with his sister.

You have no choice but to go back to your kingdom alone and empty-handed.

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Weeks pass and things only get worse. The war wages on and your mother's health worsens. You don't see or hear from Gyutaro. You only hear about the occasional sighting of a massive dragon or about a beast wreaking havoc on small villages.

That is until one day you hear a commotion outside your castle.

Gyutaro lands on the bridge before your castle, digging his massive talons into the cobblestone. Then a loud rumble stirs within him, he opens his jaws to spew crimson red flames across the other side of the bridge. Blocking the path of anyone that intends to visit the castle. Engulfing it in flames that spread the scarlet rot that harbors within him.

The castle guards rush out towards him, readying their crossbows and shooting arrows at his back. They bounce off of his tough scales, but one of them pierces his wing.

"Pathetic humans," he growls. Turning around and letting out a powerful roar that shakes the bridge beneath him. Gyutaro bares his fangs and lunges forward, catching one of the soldiers in his mouth. He closes his jaws, impaling the soldier with his many teeth before swallowing him whole.

Gyutaro lets out another roar, a clear warning to anyone who dares to attack him again.

"Cease fire!" You shout, running out of the castle and towards Gyutaro. The guards try to warn you that it's dangerous and you should stay inside, but you don't listen.

"Princess!" his eyes widen when he sees you, wasting no time and coming towards you.

Your guards point their crossbows at him as he approaches but you hold your hand out to signal that it's ok.

"Gyutaro, what are you doing here?" you say in shock.

"Your castle will come under attack shortly," he looks behind him briefly before turning back to face you, "My flames should hold them off for a while but it's not safe here."

"Wait what? What do you mean?" you begin to panic.

"There's no time to explain!" he growls, "I'm getting you out of here."

"No! I can't leave my mother behind! And what about everyone else?" your eyes begin to well up with tears.

"Fine," he huffs, "I'll carry you and your mother to safety. I couldn't care less about everyone else..."

"I refuse," you say sternly, "We will not leave our kingdom behind."

"Insolent human!" he roars, "I'm not giving you a choice!!"

Gyutaro opens his maw and swoops forward, catching your coat in his mouth before you can run away.

"Let me go! Let me go!" you kick and scream.

He doesn't know why he even bothered coming to help you. The old Gyutaro would never do something like that. But ever since you saved him he's been longing for your touch again. Longing to be in the presence of someone who didn't see him as a hideous beast. And perhaps he craved more of your affection.

Whatever the case, he needs to get you and your mother out of here as soon as possible. Even though he honestly doesn't care about your mother's well-being, he charges through the entrance of the castle anyway. Guards shoot at him as he passes, but the arrows aren't strong enough to penetrate his scales.

The large castle doors are just big enough to fit him if he collapses his wings to his back. While still holding you in his mouth, he bursts through the castle doors and into the foyer.

It's ginormous and filled with elaborate decorations and luxury furnishings. Your mother sits frail and weak on the throne.

"What is the meaning of this?" she calls out in a strong voice despite her sickly appearance.

Gyutaro's eyes go wide and he stops dead in his tracks, gently setting you down on the lavish rug beneath his feet.

You huff and straighten your coat as he releases you from his grasp. Giving him a stern look before moving your attention to the queen.

"Mother, the kingdom is-"

"I know," she cuts you off and stands from her seat, walking towards you and Gyutaro.

"I've known they would come for our kingdom," she passes you and walks straight towards Gyutaro.

He feels his blood run cold, and a strange sense of tranquility wash over him as she approaches. He lowers his head to show respect and that he isn't a threat.

Your mother stands in front of him, looking into his eyes.

"Gyutaro, son of the Lichdragon Fortissax," her voice is soft yet commanding as she places a hand on Gyutaro's head, "You will be my daughter's guardian. Protect her at all costs."

His eyes widen as he feels something change within him. He doesn't understand what's going on, but he suddenly feels as light as air. A strange golden mist forms around him, enveloping him.

You stare wide eyed and in complete shock. Your mother wouldn't hurt him would she? What in the hells did she do to him?

His body seems to shrink and become completely concealed within the mist.

It seems like forever but it's only after a few seconds that the mist begins to disappear. Revealing... a man?

He's hunched over on his hands and knees, breathing deeply as he feels his human lungs inflate for the first time. A familiar tail sways behind him, and a set of horns sits atop his head.

"G-Gyutaro...?" you whisper, slowly coming closer to him.

His body trembles as he tries to stand. You reach out to him hesitantly but are interrupted by a loud rumbling sound as the ground beneath you quakes.

"You must leave at once!" Your mother yells to you.

"I'm not leaving! I won't leave you behind!" you cry, tears flowing down your cheeks.

The front walls of the castle begin to crumble.

"I'm sorry my dear," your mother says in a somber tone, "I love you."

She raises her hand, then slowly lowers it. You can feel your eyes closing with the motion of her hand as she casts a spell on you.

All you can do is whimper, "I love you too," as you drift off to sleep.

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You wake up to the sound of heavy footsteps and someone cursing.

"Fuck this! Aaaaaahhhgg!!"

Slowly opening your eyes you see Gyutaro in what appears to be a humanoid form, thrashing about in a fit of rage.

"How dare I be reduced to the form of a mere human!!" he roars up into the sky. Birds flying out of the trees that surround you. "I am an ancient dragon!! I will not attune to this form!!"

He stomps around angrily before your soft whimpers catch his attention. His scowling visage faces you. And all of the anger of this ancient beast fades away when he sees your huddled form. Crying in agony.

"Princess?" his features soften as he approaches you. He kneels beside you and puts a hand on your shoulder.

"She's gone," you sob, "I'll never see her again."

Gyutaro feels yet another foreign emotion swell up within him. Could it be sympathy? He remembers when his father died and how hard it was for him. His heart aches as he recalls similar emotions to what you're feeling now.

He's not good with words, let alone emotions. So he just leans forward and wraps his arms around you. Wrapping you in his warm embrace.

You cling to him and sob into his chest.

"I know Princess... I know," he consoles, "Your mother entrusted me to protect you. And I'm going to do just that."

Knowing that you'll have him by your side gives you a glimmer of hope for the future. Though you both don't know what to do or where to go.

Gyutaro is determined to find his sister who he hasn't seen in 100 years. But first, he needs to find a way to transform back into a mighty dragon. He can't stand this pathetic form he's currently in. And you need to find a way to stop the war that rages across The Lands Between. And possibly recover whatever is left of your kingdom.

Neither of you knows what's to come. But at least you have each other.

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call-me-chaotic · 6 months

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HSR men x gn! reader scenario;

-waking up from a nightmare in the middle of the night

TWs;mentions of nightmares obv wc: didnt count extra: Y'all im so sorry for not posting recently :,) writers block and school is a crazy combo.I also only did my favourite characters lmao

Dan heng

my bbg, he'd definitely understand what it's like to have nightmares, he'll hug you and reassure you that as real as it felt, it was only a dream. Once you had calmed down enough, if you're alright enough he'll go to the kitchen and get you a glass of water. He'd probably kiss your forehead and then cuddle you back to sleep

bonus: in his dragon form, he'd let you mess with his horns, and wrap his tail around you

Blade

he also, like dan heng, knows what having a nightmare is like. He sits up with you, and let's you explain it if you want to, or will change the topic to something you like and will listen to you ramble. His words might be harsher when it comes to reassuring you, but he's trying his best.

Jing Yuan

I don't think he understands as much, but he tries his best. He probably brings Mimi into the room (i think it's his lions name don't@ me), and they're probably a big comfort. I mean hey! They're big, fluffy and warm. What else could you want?

Gepard

His first priority is making you feel safe, he'll take you to the kitchen, and let you lean on him as he makes a small meal. You both sit in the living room, eating, cuddling and talking about either the nightmare, or some rather topic. He figures being in a different room for a bit might help ease your mind. And then cuddles you back to sleep, making sure you feel safe.

Sampo

Distractions, that's his go to. Of course, he'll let you talk about it if you want to. He would probably let you either do the talking, or do it himself if you want him to. Despite how he acts I think he could be a really good listener if he wants to be. He definitely either plays some card games with you, or talks about some recent 'business opportunities' with you. And you aren't even thinking of the nightmare by the time you go back to bed

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Happy // Eddie Munson

Request: Please can I request fluffy Eddie Munson x reader with the prompts “I love seeing you smile. your face just gets so bright and your eyes crinkle, plus your dimples are super adorable.” + “ and right now, i think you should kiss me. “ thank you so much!! 🖤 - anon

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting, I loved this one! This is my first Eddie Munson fic so I’m still getting to grips with his character. I hope it’s okay, and I hope I’ve done it justice!

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, cute, kissing, Eddie is happy so I am happy, mentions of food.

Word count: 1.5k

He could only be described as magnetic. He had a way of drawing people to him, whether they wanted to be, or not. The way he strung sentences together, weaving words so magically that it left your head spinning by the time he’d finished one of his famous monologues.

There were many sides to Eddie Munson. There was the side that was dedicated to Dungeons and Dragons; meticulously planning his campaigns, making sure that every detail was perfect. There was the side of Eddie that was wholly enraptured by his band; his dreams of playing the Garden so far only in his head, but desperate to become a reality. There was also the side of Eddie that let himself be drawn into the criticisms of other groups: the basketball team, and partiers. He takes their criticisms to heart, bristling with every harsh word thrown in his direction, but he knew, deep down, that their words only reached skin deep.

Then there was the side of Eddie that was reserved especially for you.

This side of Eddie was softer. He was calmer, less prone to ranting and ravings. He would sit beside you quietly, happy to simply be in your company rather than making a spectacle of himself in the cafeteria. This side of Eddie did whatever he could to get you to laugh for your laughter had quickly become his favourite sound in the whole world after hearing it once. This side of Eddie felt like he had a future.

The Hellfire Club was one of the places that Eddie could be himself. The members being people he’s known for years; he can relax and not think about the pressures currently weighing down on his shoulders.

As Eddie gestures wildly about something with Dustin, a smile breaks out across his face. It’s one you’ve seen a thousand times before, but it’s how it transforms Eddie that gets you. He appears younger, less stressed. His dimples make an appearance, and you know that whatever he’s talking about, he feels truly passionate.

Watching them both, a feeling begins to stir in your chest. Warmth blossoming there before spreading through your whole body; a sense of disbelief washes over you as you continue to watch Eddie and Dustin chat. Disbelief over how the two of you found each other; how Eddie fits you in every which way possible, leaving no room for doubt that your future would involve him in one form or another.

It’s the smile on your face that captures Eddie’s attention. The way your face brightens with it; eyes crinkling at the corners as the full force of your happiness seems to shine from every one of your pores. A blinding smile; a smile simply for him.

“What?” Eddie wonders, settling beside you, all of his attention now focused solely on you. His eyes rake your face, wondering what could have brought such a smile out from hibernation.

“Nothing,” You reply, smiling back

“Come on,” He pleads, flashing you a winning smile as the softer side of him starts to come out to play. “What are you thinking?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

“Promise?” Eddie murmurs, holding up his pinkie finger on his right hand.

Wrapping your own pinkie finger around his, you seal the deal. A satisfied smile crosses Eddie’s face as he keeps your fingers twined together for a moment longer, just long enough for him to press a sneaky kiss to the tip of your pinkie before letting the promise drop.

At the sound of the bell, Eddie reaches for you once more. His hand wrapping around yours as he walks with you to your next class; hands clasped, your pinkies burn with the promise of later.

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Eddie never gave much thought to his home as he was growing up. By the time he hit high school, he had grown used to the fact that he was living in a trailer park, seeing it as no different from living in a three bedroomed detached all the way out in the suburbs.

However, the first time he brought you home, Eddie felt the first flickers of embarrassment for where he lives. Truthfully, he shouldn’t have given it a second thought. You enjoyed spending time at his home, lazing in his room, listening to him practise on his guitar or helping him with his homework.

Eddie’s home was so far removed from the centre of Hawkins that you felt the pressure tightening your chest relieve itself a little every single time you spied the trailer park come into view.

A draw of clean t-shirts was always waiting for you to pick through, loving nothing more than wearing one of Eddie’s shirts after a day in school. Even though it’s been almost a year, Eddie still takes pause at the sight of you in his clothes. A lovelier sight could not exist to him.

With a huff, you fall back onto Eddie’s bed, stretching out as wide as you can, taking up all the room in the bed. Eddie watches you with an amused smile; he leans against his dresser, entirely caught up in how lovely you look.

“Lay with me,” You coax, pulling him away from any and all obligations for the evening.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Eddie smiles, flopping onto the bed and on top of you.

“I said with me!” You cry, laughter spilling from your lips. “Not on me!”

Eddie hums in amusement. His hands taking hold of your waist as he rolls onto his back, bringing you with him. In this position, your seated across his hips, straddling him. You grin down at the brunette before leaning down, pressing a trail of kisses from the corner of his mouth to the highpoint of his left cheek.

Eddie’s hands remain firm on your waist, squeezing once. “Want to tell me what you were thinking earlier?” He murmurs, turning his face ever so slightly to face you.

Your cheeks begin to warm. “You’re going to think it’s nerdy,” You whisper, tucking your face into his neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his cologne.

“Me!” Eddie gasps, humour bright in his voice. “Never.”

“I just…” You sigh, sitting up, “I love seeing you smile. Your face just gets so bright, and your eyes crinkle plus your dimples are super adorable.”

Eddie blinks at the unexpected compliment, not truly knowing how to respond to such loving words. He can feel the heat grow in his cheeks; a blush spreading. It didn’t matter how long the two of you had been together, Eddie could never grow used to how wholly you loved him.

He remains silent as he shifts once more, moving so he’s sat up with you in his lap, still straddling his hips. Your words repeat in his mind; circling his brain until they’re as permanent as the tattoos that are dotted about his body.

“I told you it was nerdy.” You cover your face with your hands, letting out a long groan of suffering.

Eddie snorts, reaching for your hands and pulling them away from your face. “There you are,” He murmurs, kissing the highpoint of your cheek. “I was beginning to wonder where you’d gone.”

“Let me disappear,” You moan dramatically, pressing your face into Eddie’s shoulder.

A laugh escapes Eddie though he tries his best to quash the rest of it. “I’d be pretty sad if you did that, sweetheart,” He murmurs, nudging his nose into your hair, inhaling the all-too familiar scent of your shampoo.

“It’s…” You take a deep breath before continuing, “I was watching you at lunch today and you were talking to Dustin. About what, I don’t know. But all of a sudden, you smiled this certain type of smile that I love, and I could see how happy you were, and it made me happy. That’s why I was smiling at lunch.”

“Oh,” Eddie whispers, “I like seeing you happy.”

“You make me happy.”

Now facing each other, your noses brush. A small smile crosses Eddie’s face as he nudges your nose with his once more. “I do?” He questions, brushing the lightest of kisses across your lips.

“Yes,” You breath, resisting the urge to chase him for the kiss you were becoming desperate for.

“How?”

You quash the urge to pout. Instead, giving in to Eddie’s request. “You make me happy in so many ways. For starters, you make me happy when you save me the crunchiest fries on your plate. You make me happy when I catch you waiting outside of class for me. You make me happy when I see you be yourself around your friends. You make me happy when I can tell you’ve lost yourself in your music. But most of all,” You pause, leaning in.

Eddie hums, wanting you to continue. “Most of all?”

“Most of all, you make me happy when you kiss me. And right now, I think you should kiss me.”

Who was Eddie to deny such a request?

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dragon-ascent · 14 days

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I wonder how Rex lapis would react to the information of another of his kind[a female] still being around and right under his nose the entire time tho in disguise aswell,the only reason he didn't detect them for so long is because she's really good and smart at hiding her identity so good her own kind could be fooled

Zhongli is inclined to believe it, no matter how unlikely it may seem, because hey - he's been in Teyvat for thousands of years and the world still doesn't cease to surprise him.

He sees her for real one lonely night, tail in view as she grooms it, and it looks much like his own dragon tail. How curious! Her scent is very mild, so inconspicuous that he can't pick it up unless he closes his eyes and really concentrates. No wonder...

He'd leave her be, but can't help but imagine her in her adeptal form perched upon a fluffy cloud, and him dancing in the skies for her attention and favour. Call it uncharacteristic of him to be thinking of such a thing, but it was just a fleeting thought.

That night, though, he dreams of fluffy clouds and an audience of one.

#sini answers #referencing how eastern dragons mate btw #male dragon dances for female dragon to win her affections #imagine zhongli dragon-dancing!

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tartigglez · 1 year

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Hello tunblr user that I have NEVER spoken to before

Can I pretty please request dragon!zhongli doing dragon!Zhongli things

Like hoarding shiny things, and having a tail and hating random plants and squid 😭😭😭😭 idk I’m just hoping that something in this magically inspires your brain BUT feel free to ignore me

(I also really wanted to initiate ur ask box lol)

~ 🌷 anon <3

Why hello there tumblr user who i have also never spoken to! i hope this is uh,,, acceptable.

it was so hard to find a title for this oml

"my natural form...?"

zhongli x gn!reader

genre: fluff, pure unfiltered fluffiness, such fluff, many fluffitude

word count: 500-ish

tags: retail addict zhong bc we love to see it, possessive zhong, zhong hates fish zhong, protective zhong (hes a cutie patootie guys omgomomgomgomgogmogmHDKAJH), venti makes a cameo/reader is a traveller but not tHE traveller bc THEYRE MINORS I REFUSE TO WRITE THAT. thats kinda it

tw/cw: possessive dragon boi, it lowkey seems like lightly toxic behaviour but i think thats it

a/n: i wrote a little smol bit of this every night this week so its maybe a bit disjointed but whatever. this was fun to write ty tulip bb. zhongli is the cutest im so sOFT FOR THIS MAN AAAA. also send me asks, ples, pls, plsssssssss, pls.

dragon!zhongli who will buy pretty things without even realising that he quite literally has a retail addiction. will put things in random places in your house then get really confused when you move them. he keeps closely monitored stock of everything.

“darling, have you seen my golden vase anywhere”

“which golden vase?”

“the one i purchased last week, at the market”

“i put flowers in it, it’s in the kitchen”

“okay, okay, good”

“you seem awfully worried about it”

“i am not, i simply… wished to know where it was… is all.”

“i see.”

dragon!zhongli who is lowkey possessive over you but refuses to admit it, also he feels that jealousy is not a good shade on him. But he’s a dragon, and you’re his most prized treasure, so it is only natural to him to protect you, right? it can’t be helped. he's got a really good sense of smell, so he can always tell who you’ve been around in the past few hours, but won’t tell you because he's afraid it’ll freak you out.

(side note: he totally loves your scent and will compliment you on it all the time, like he’ll bury his head in your neck to calm himself down omg)

“my dear, who was with you earlier?”

“the guild had me teleport to mondstadt for a commission, why?”

“nothing my love, i simply- nevermind”

you look him in the eyes doubtfully

“tell.”

“alright. you were with the anemo archon, yes?”

“i was. i was sent out to windrise to fight some hilichurls, i ran into him and he helped me defeat them, why?”

“nothing, darling. the hilichurls didn’t hurt you, did they?”

“when has a hilichurl ever hurt me?”

“it is difficult to argue with that logic.”

dragon!zhongli who despite literally creating the harbour, refuses to go near the markets. he cannot stand the smell of the seafood that the merchants sell, so despite trying to “blend in” whilst in his mortal form, he will rarely be sighted outside the innermost parts of the city.

“li’”

“yes, dear?”

“shall we take a stroll by the harbour? i have a free hour this afternoon and we should spend some time together. i haven’t spent much time with you this week, and i've missed you.”

“i have missed you too, love, however i think that-”

“you think?”

“i think that it is rather cold, down by the harbour. Shall we go to the teahouse instead?”

dragon!zhongli who is unconsciously protective of you in his sleep. he will wrap his tail around your form when cuddling, as a literal natural response. puts it around your waist and between your arms whilst spooning you so you can hug it like a teddy bear whilst he puts little kisses on your shoulders as you doze off. tells you the stories of years gone by as you sleep to vent his worries.

“li’”

“darling?”

“tell a story”

“must i?”

“yes, you must!”

“very well my dear, close your eyes.”

#zhongli #zhongli headcanons #zhongli x reader #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #cael is talking to 🌷 anon :0

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meraxesmoon · 19 days

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Of Dragons and Oaths

Chapter Four: Dragonborn

Summary: Being the first child and only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, Aemma Velaryon has to navigate being her mother's heir while also protecting her brothers and herself from the rumors of being bastards, as well as being a wife and mother.

part one | part two | part three | part four

Throughout Aemma's pregnancy, her mother had left her in the care of her stepfather, Daemon. He was a stranger to Aemma, as she had only met him once before her mother had become queen, and she found it rather uncomfortable that he was always at her side. It became worse when she was ordered to stay in bed. Aemma was left in a bed, one she did not share with her husband, by order of her mother and the maesters. Rhaenyra was queen, and Alicent had been made the Hand, so there was no one left to look after her, at least no one that Rhaenyra trusted with her daughter.

"Are you feeling well?" Aegon asks, sitting across from the bed next to where Aemma lay, her back propped against several pillows as Laenor snoozed beside her. The toddler had become restless as of late, constantly crying for his mother and throwing tantrums. Laenor had never been that way, always docile and sweet. Now he was taking out his frustrations on everyone around him. Aegon holds onto her hand, rubbing his thumb over her palm before kissing the skin gently. "Everything is fine, I think my mother is just worried. She suffered the death of my grandmother due to these types of complications. Laenor came easy, this one is just different." She reaches over to smooth her fingers through the toddler's fluffy hair, then moves to trace the freckles that dotted his skin. "I cannot blame her for such worries, I lost my Laena to the same fate," Daemon appears in the doorway, leaning against it whilst crossing his arms.

Althea, Aemma's handmaiden, walks into the room, handling a tray of food and drink.

"The queen will join you for dinner shortly," Daemon says, watching closely as Althea sets the food down on a small table. Aegon helps his wife to her feet, moving her to sit at the table. He settles her gently before placing a hand on her swollen belly. "We'll come to see you first thing in the morning, I promise," Aegon says, kissing her lips as she smiles up at him. "Leave Laenor, he'll fuss if you move him."

When Rhaenyra arrives, she nods at her husband to leave, and he shuts the door behind him.

"My sweet girl..." Rhaenyra cups Aemma's face in her hands, kissing her forehead softly. "You look like you're in pain, why don't you eat something?"

By the end of the night, Aemma is sleeping in bed, Laenor snuggled against her as her head rests atop Rhaenyra's chest. The princess slept soundly, not having the comfort of her mother for many years. Rhaenyra played with Aemma's braided hair as she lay propped against the headboard, her mind far away. She thinks of her mother, whom she named her daughter after, and the death of her little brother. Rhaenyra remembers how terrified she had been when Aemma and Aegon had confessed to the upcoming baby. She hadn't been there for Laenor's birth, so she had no idea what Aemma's pregnancies were like. This sickness worried her and reminded Rhaenyra of how her mother was bedridden before she had died along with Baelon. Rhaenyra has always feared her daughter being killed similarly.

She glances over at the toddler, smiling as Laenor nestled himself against his mother's side, his little fingers curling around her nightgown.

Rhaenyra sighs, straining her neck to blow out the burning candle on the night table.

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The next several weeks went by without much fuss, and Rhaenyra was glad. She spent most of her days trying to form diplomatic plans with Alicent to combat the sudden resurrection from the Lannister's and other small houses. Leaving her daughter in the care of Rhaena and Helaena during her days, she didn't feel like she needed to worry too much, not when she was being taken care of by those Rhaenyra trusted. Aemma would usually join in on the small council meetings, but due to her restrictions, she had sent her husband in place of her.

"I still say we burn them to ash now, while we have the upper hand," Daemon grumbles, scoffing at Alicent as she offers Rhaenyra the peace treaty she'd written the night before. "That would be unnecessary." Aegon suddenly speaks, looking at Daemon as the King Consort glares at him. Feeling the eyes of everyone in the room on him, Aegon becomes uncomfortable, fiddling with his fingers, pulling at the skin of his cuticles until they bled. "At least... that is what my Lady Wife believes. She doesn't think that war is necessary, given that we have dragons." Alicent nods. "That sounds like something she would say, Aemma is very intelligent. She knows that war is not in the best interest of the realm." Rhaenyra gazes at the auburn-haired woman, noticing the smile on her lips as she spoke of the princess. Smiling, Rhaenyra agreed.

"We shall hold off. I will have the peace agreement delivered to them, and we will see where it goes from there."

"Half of their forces are in Dorne," Alicent reminds, her eyes wide and worried. "I will send dragon riders, they're faster and more convincing," Rhaenyra says, suddenly turning towards her husband, giving him a stern look. "I will send you to Dorne to deliver the treaty, but I will also send Aemond if he agrees to go." "I'm sure he will, he always itches to get out of Kings Landing."

Rhaenyra and Alicent share a smile before the doors to the council room slam open, Baela standing there with bloody hands as she shoves the guard to the ground, snarling at him. The sleeves of her dress are pulled up over her elbows as sweat drips down her forehead, her silvery hair pinned back hastily. Rhaenyra can feel her heart drop as she stares at the blood-staining Baela, and she swallows thickly. Aemma's term was not yet complete, this babe would be coming early, even earlier than her Visenya had.

"Aemma has started her labors early, Your Grace," Baela gasps out, suddenly realizing how bloody she was. Aegon pushes past her at the sudden revelation, Alicent chasing after her son as he sped towards the room, she was being kept in. The closer they roamed to the door, the louder the cries of Aemma Velaryon became. Nothing could have prepared Aegon for what he would see once he opened that door.

Aemma was on the floor, her hand gripping the bedpost as she hunched over herself, blood staining her nightclothes as she cried out in pain. Blood decorated the entire room, and both Helaena and Rhaena tried their best to comfort the princess as she twitched in pain. Her free hand comes to the bed, and she tries to push herself to her feet. With a pained cry and hands reaching underneath her nightdress, Aemma pushed one last time before the wail of a newborn filled the room. Helaena rushes to grab a sheet to wrap the baby in, and Aemma hands her new child to the other woman. The pained cries did not cease, however, and Rhaenyra was by her daughter's side in an instant. "I think... there might be another child coming." Rhaena says, holding onto her father as she watches the scene with watery eyes.

Helaena hands the babe to Aegon, going back to help Aemma with the second child.

Rhaenyra moves the stray hairs away from her daughter's sweaty forehead.

"It is alright, My Love, you can get through this," she says shakily, looking down at the blood that pooled under Aemma as she tried her best to push her second child out into the world. The young princess was obviously distressed, her knuckles turning pale as she gripped onto the bedpost. Rhaenyra lifts the blood-soaked nightgown up over Aemma's hips, and she can see the crowning head of the babe.

Something wasn't right.

"Just a few more pushes, and then you will have two more children," Helaena says softly, cradling Aemma's neck as she cried out in pain for one last time.

Unlike when the first child was born, no cry was heard. Dread fills the air and Aemma hastily lets go of the bedpost and reaches down to cradle her child. The warm blood coating the babe did nothing to hide the cold little body, and Aemma crashes down as she holds her child. She gently tries to clean the blood from the babe's body, softly trying to push away her mother who was trying to see the child.

"She's a girl..." Aemma says, her voice barely there, coddling the limp body of her daughter.

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The surviving twin had been named Baelon, and the Red Keep wasn't celebrating like it should have been. The stillbirth of their daughter had left Aemma devastated, and she refused to hand over her little body to the Silent Sisters. The little girl's body was wrapped up, and Aemma had the dragon masters prepare Nightdreamer for a ride.

"Where are you going?" Rhaenyra had asked her daughter, looking just as forlorn as her daughter felt.

Aemma, with her daughter, swaddled to her chest and mounted her dragon.

"Her name is Rhaenys. I'm taking her to Driftmark, that is where she will rest."

Watching the waves swallow little Rhaenys' coffin is what finally breaks Aemma, and for the first time since her daughter was born, she cries. Driftmark is desolate, deathly quiet as Corlys and Rhaenys stand nearby, watching their granddaughter mourn just as they had when they had to give their two children to the sea. Nightdreamer rests on the beach, her tail swishing anxiously, seemingly feeling the sadness of her rider. Corlys looks towards the dragon, the hand on her cane turning tight.

"This family mourns too often," he says, watching as Aemma wipes her tears away with her sleeve, bidding a final goodbye to her daughter. "Still, we proceed, because that is what the realm expects us to do. Quite the sad affair..." Rhaenys said.

"I wish I could stay longer, but I must return to my sons, and my responsibilities as heir..." Aemma musters a weak smile, despite the tear stains on her cheeks."You should come visit, and meet your great-grandson, I named him after my father."

The ride back to Kings Landing had been quiet, and upon returning she is met by her mother's husband. Daemon greets her, nodding his head at the dragon master's to return Nightdreamer to the pit. The she-dragon hisses, swatting them away as she moves her long, large body towards the opening of the pit, intending on going herself. The blue dragon nudges Aemma with her long snout once more before disappearing into the dark corridor, almost whacking one of the dragon masters with her tail as she did so. Aemma turns to walk inside of the castle, intending to take a bath and sleep, but she is stopped by Daemon.

"Your child was a Targaryen, why did you give it a Velaryon burial?"

Aemma stares at him, taken aback at the question.

"I am both Targaryen and Velaryon, my sons are expected to have Targaryen burials, but no one cares what I do with my daughters. I am both of fire and the sea," Aemma explains, her voice numbing and shaky. Daemon laughs, his eyebrows raising at her answer. "Yet you named your firstborn son in Velaryon fashion." "I named him after my father, or are you forgetting my mother's first husband?"

"He was the brother of your late wife, Lady Laena, surely you did not forget," Aemma narrowed her eyes at the man in front of her, almost not realizing the approaching king's guard. "Princess, the queen wishes for you to join her in her quarters." Ser Cole approached them, and Daemon chuckled. Aemma nods, walking with Ser Cole as she explains what has happened since she's been gone.

"Prince Baelon has been put into the former Queens care, and Prince Laenor has been inconsolable since you left," Aemma can feel dread start to fill her conscience. She knew Aegon wasn't the most attentive father, but the fact that Alicent had been the sole caretaker of her children made her feel guilty, despite Aemma knowing what she did wasn't wrong. Aegon wasn't her concern at the moment, though.

Her sons were.

Walking through the doors of her mother's room, Aemma can feel the weight on her chest lift considerably once she sees Laenor being cradled in the arms of his grandmother. Criston pauses outside of the door, looking at the princess. "I will let your husband know that you have returned, Princess," he said, bowing before he turns to leave. Aemma turns her attention to Laenor, the toddler squirming out of Rhaenyra's arms as his little legs push him to run towards his mother. It was less of a run, more of a fast waddle.

The queen smiles, coming up behind the boy to ruffle his fluffy hair.

"He's missed his mother," Rhaenyra muses, watching as Laenor clings to Aemma once she scoops him up in her arms. Hugging him close, Aemma nods her head, pressing several kisses to his forehead and freckled cheeks. "How is your grandfather Corlys? I hope to hear news of his recovery?" Rhaenyra asks, leading Aemma to sit down. She runs her fingers through Laenor's curly hair, wiping the stray tears from his cheeks.

"He is up and walking again," Aemma responds, watching as her mother sips at a goblet full of wine. "Grandfather looks well, you should invite him to join your council."

The exhausted look on her face is obvious, and Rhaenyra scoops up the sleeping toddler before motioning towards the bed.

"Why don't you sleep? You look absolutely exhausted, Sweetling," Rhaenyra asks, patting Laenor to keep him asleep. "I'd like to check up on my new son before that... I heard he's with Alicent?"

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After getting changed into proper nightclothes, Aemma walks the halls, coming to the door of the nursery. Her hand pushes the large door open. She was fully expecting to see Alicent there, and she does, but she also sees her newborn son in the arms of her brother-in-law, Aemond.

"Aemma, you're back?" Alicent wraps the young mother in a hug, Aemond watching closely with his singular violet eye. "Welcome back, Good Sister," Aemond greets, still holding the sleeping babe in his arms as he stalks near. Seeming to notice the presence of his mother, little Baelon squirms, kicking his tiny feet from within the blanket that was wrapped around his body. Aemma goes to grab him, nestling the small boy in her arms. He was smaller than most babies were, due to his premature birth, yet he was breathing and well. The lingering fear that she wouldn't be able to bond with him after the trauma of the birth fell away and Aemma kissed his tiny head gently. "He's much quieter than Laenor was," Aemond mentioned, looking at his tiny nephew as he tried to suckle at the tips of his mothers fingers. "By all accounts he's healthy, the maesters call it a miracle, considering how early he arrived."

Aemma had the nursery right next to the bedroom she shared with her husband, and so they could all hear the drunken blubbering of Aegon. Baelon was asleep again, and Aemma places him back in the cradle, making sure to position him so he wouldn't roll over on his belly. Alicent and Aemond can be seen grimacing, the loud thumping of a body hitting the floor causing them to cringe.

"I will hopefully see both of you for breakfast, but now I need to sleep, lest I collapse."

Upon entering her bedroom, Aemma sees her husband rolled up in a heap on the ground, unintelligible groans and cries leaving him as he squirmed against the cold floor. She sighs, going to pick him up, or at least trying to. Aegon presses kisses upon kisses to her face and lips, and Aemma continues to drag him to their shared bed. She hadn't slept in them in months, due to the harsh pregnancy, and seeing the messy blankets and pillows strewn around the bed comforted her in a strange way.

Aegon drunkenly rests his head on her bosom once they're both settled under the covers, his wet cheek pressed against her gown.

"Thought I was going to lose you..."

Is the last thing Aemma hears before she drifts off to sleep, her fingers laced with his as she dreams of her little Rhaenys, and what could have been.

#of dragons and oaths #aemma velaryon #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #cw: yandere blog #cw: yandere content #cw: yandere #yandere hotd #yandere house of the dragon #yandere content #yandere #kay writes

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radiance1 · 9 months

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I've been thinking about it for a good bit and, well. I've realized that because of my status as the originater of said idea I, in fact, can make an alternative route to said idea.

Alright, so we know that Danny can turn into an eastern dragon, and that prince Aragon, who can turn into a western dragon, wants to marry him because of that and also political power and status.

So, what if Danny lost that battle? The battle that nailed it in the coffin that he had to run away from the life he was currently living because Aragon somehow managed to get on a level of strength where he could beat Danny and marry him?

Danny quite literally had to be dragged kicking and screaming when the day he had to marry Aragon came. He didn't care who it was, he clawed, bite, hit and wailed at every ghost who came to escort him, so much so that the Observants called Aragon to put him back into submission.

Sure, before this Danny didn't have a great opinion of them, nor a terrible one. But after this, whatever opinion he had of them took a nosedive through the earth so hard it appeared in the depths of outerspace.

Not physically but still, you get the point.

Prince Aragon basically acted like he was the Ghost Prince and Danny was his consort. Even though it was the other way around. He used his newfound political power to take back over the kingdom his sister stole from him.

(They did have to form new crowns, though. Since the Crown of Fire and the Ring of Rage wasn't even royal property but stuff Priah Dark just, well, had and nobody wants to wake him up again either.)

Aragon was a cruel, arrogant and ill-tempered man, he wasn't great to his sister and he wasn't great to Danny either. If Danny disagreed with him, he would just force him to agree though physical might.

Danny could not care less about that man, and if he could he would kill him. But since you can't kill ghosts he just had to deal with it. Aragon refused to let him leave the zone, a decision that Danny didn't agree with and with all the things Danny didn't agree with when it came to Aragon, it came to a fight.

Which Aragon wins.

(Danny hated that man with a passion, he put a goddamn collar on him. One that prevented him from speaking, prevented him from wailing.)

So Danny had to stay in the Ghost Zone, in Aragon's Kingdom. Unable to see his family and friends, unable to go to school, unable to live a normal life.

The only ally he felt he had was Dorathea, who was basically stuck in the same position he was. They grew a great deal closer, stuck under Aragon, since they were family now at least it was with someone Danny could say with certainty he liked.

His family and friends tried to get him out of this, they failed, Aragon was much too powerful for them to fight, even if he was with them, he lacked the one thing that proved a massive threat to Aragon. He didn't want them to die, so he quite literally pleaded and begged for Aragon to spare them.

Aragon did.

He liked seeing one of the catalysts that put into motion his fall from grace begging beneath him. Pleading with him to spare mere humans, it was all the sweeter and amusing to watch him do so when not a sound could leave his lips.

Danny just holed himself up in his room, it was a lavish room, really. With a giant bed, fluffy pillows and sheets, and decorations made of probably expensive stuff. Danny couldn't really find it in himself to actually care about whatever was in his room, he just slept, ate occasionally, limited the only person to enter his room being Dorathea (Not that Aragon cared, if he wanted something he would just force his way in, really.), and unwillingly attend whatever ball or party Aragon would throw, be sad about how Dorathea was sent prevented from seeing him.

That was how it would be for no doubt eternity. The husband of a certified asshole who didn't care for him and saw him as an accessory at best.

He cursed the Observants, who condemned him to this fate.

Until one day, like any other, were Danny laid around. He got summoned, how? He didn't know. No one was even supposed to know he existed since he never did anything to put himself out there or any options to summon him.

He was in human form when he appeared on the other side. He wasn't in the ghost zone anymore, he knew, yet it still seemed like a fantasy. He didn't who summoned, why or how they managed to do so, he was just happy.

Another group busted through the doors and into the room, fighting against the people who summoned him. It was a quick fit, the summoners folding easily under the assault of the other group.

Want to know what the funniest thing was?

The people who summoned him, did so on accident trying to summon Pariah dark.

It was, so funny to him that he just. Broke down laughing. Sure, it sounded more like pained wheezing perhaps, but he couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation he found himself in, he laughed and held onto his stomach, curled into a ball, even.

Because hey, some guy who smokes in a brown coat just told him that he was summoned on accident!

And then promptly started crying.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #ghost prince danny #prince aragon #An alternative to my other idea #I've just been thinking about what if Danny couldn't run or lost against Aragon and this was the result #So #Uh #yea!#Danny will stay in the DC universe #Forcefully if he has to even #Honestly though #You could have Danny being a minor and getting adopted by one of the heroes #Or adult Danny maybe falling in love and having a healthy relationship #Or none of the above even!#It's up to you #:3

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(slight spoilers for Book 7, tho i take it a lot of us have seen Hornton's overblot form + mama Draconia's design at this point lmao. also i'm calling her Draconimom until we get a confirmed eng spelling for her name)

Overblot mask analysis – Malleus + Dark Mirror v2

it's probably been brought up already but i'm gonna be annoyed w/ myself if i leave overblot hornton out of my overblot mask analyses, it's pretty straightforward overall but STILL

Similar to Vil, the main body of Malleus' mask takes on the shape of a cowl, echoing that of Maleficent's own headgear. This widow's peak-esque shape was already present in the design of Malleus' forehead scales (which aren't normally visible), but the mask better emulates Maleficent by bringing the point down closer to the brow line.

The central V of the mask has a fiery exterior trim; on closer inspection, the "flames" appear to be made solely of shapes based on Malleus' (and Maleficent's) horns. In comparison, the motifs on the further edges of the mask seem to be just basic fire patterns.

Arcs of spikes & scales make up both the interior trim of the mask and the portion connecting to Malleus' eyes. These directly mimic the spines and purple underbelly of Maleficent's dragon form. (The scales on his cheekbones don't correlate to any part of Maleficent's face, humanoid or dragon, and are likely there just to complement this part of the mask.)

Of note is the spiked line extending from the peak of the mask down over Malleus' nasal bone. Rather than representing part of Maleficent's face design, it appears to take after a different source–

–the main body of the mask is literally his mom's crown. which hurts a bit! own it tho ig, like hey if he's gonna be under so much pressure due to being prince then he might as well get an overblot mask to represent that. "heavy is the head that wears the crown," etc

Anyway this is like a field day for me bc Draconimom's design is literally so fantastic to analyze. I'm getting hit with the urge to make diagrams. Do u realize how rarely this happens

1. The horns? The horns. I don't think I have to go over this one again. However, the little bumps near the horns on the mask could signify the two…ear guards(?) of the crown.

2. The upper two curved prongs lined w/ dots and spikes on the Dark Mirror's mask match up strikingly well with Draconimom's pauldrons! The lower two prongs bend in the opposite direction, and seem to be there just to balance out the top pair.

3. Like the tattered edges of Maleficent's robes, the lacy edges of her cape could easily be compared to the fiery edges on the upper half of the mask. Comparatively, the frills along the bottom of the mask are distinctly rounder and less flame-like, which matches up well with the softer, almost fluffy-looking edges of Draconimom's skirt. The netting on the mask could then, logically, represent the fabric of the cape/skirt as though they're being dramatically flared out.

(Off-topic, but: if you look closely at the lace cape, you'll see roses worked into the design! This isn't part of the analysis, I just think it's neat owo)

4. Just under the mask's central 4-pointed star, there are 2 small extrusions on each side. These bear an uncanny resemblance to the 2 main lines used in the flow of the embellishments on Draconimom's bodice(?), with the upper one curling upwards while the lower one is just slightly curved.

5. I cannot stress this enough. I'm putting this in image format just so you can see how much I'm not joking. The central line of the mask is not just repeatedly utilized in Draconimom's outfit, it's literally integral to her overall character design. (It's a little hard to see due to her default pose unfortunately, as it interrupts the linear flow)

tl;dr get in losers we're getting hornton's mom out of that mirror

#YES this is basic design analysis but i can't go into the twst tag rn w/o seeing More Spoilers so i'm trying to amuse myself #there are a lot more instances of the central line of the mask in Draconimom's design but those 4 are the biggest examples #twst #twisted wonderland #diasomnia spoilers #twst chapter 7 spoilers #twst meta #dark mirror #malleus draconia #twisted rambling

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