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downtherabbithole-tumbleedition · 6 months

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Sorry for the late reply.

But can I request a playtonic yandere Alduin x daughter Dragon Born reader

Like the reader Dragon soul is his daughter that died years ago but got reborn as a Dragon born dark elf. And when he realized it his daughter reborn he trys to trun her down a dark path and make him Join his side. Please.

And if you can't do it I can think of something else. This just been on my mind lately

Mockingbird

(Yandere! Platonic! Father! Alduin x Dragonborn! Reader)

“And if you ask me to

Daddy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird, I’ma give you the world

I’ma buy a diamond ring for you, I’ma sing for you

I’ll do anything for you to see you smile.

And if that mockingbird don’t sing

And that ring don’t shine

I’d go back to the jeweller who sold it to ya

And make him eat every carat, don’t fuck with dad.”

- Mockingbird, Eminem.

Dragons did not love. Love was for mortals, for lesser beings who lived only a short life where they could freely give their heart to another with no thought of what eternity meant.

Alduin was as old as time itself, the all mighty world eater who cared only for the power he held. Nothing could sway his cold, black heart - not his brothers, the female dovah he laid with, of the endless amount of mortals he devoured.

But you were so tiny, so fragile - one of his nails would have been enough to end your vulnerable little life. And yet, he found himself not desiring your death, perhaps even feeling sick at the thought of it.

The mortal form was an ancient secret among dragon kind, often used to communicate with dragon priests and blend in among mortals when necessary. Alduin despised to use it and thought dragons who used it often to be weak. However, a benefit of such a form was an easier and faster birth for female dragons, perhaps safer as well.

In dragon form, the female would pass the egg as soon as her body allowed, forcing her to guard her offspring for as long as it took to hatch. It could be an especially daunting time, even more so when the female and male hadn’t mated for life. As distasteful as it was, pregnancy was a far safer process for both the mother and offspring if she stayed in her mortal form until the young could leave the womb.

Alduin had never found a dovah worthy enough to be deemed his life partner, but it was awfully satisfying to see how many would throw themselves at his feet just to be mounted by him. Your mother had been one of those - just another female Alduin had fucked and discarded, most likely not even bothering to satisfy her. He had done it countless times, nothing should have been different.

And yet, somehow, his seed had taken root in her womb and made you.

When she came again at his feet, she was foolish enough to believe the seed in her womb would force Alduin to make her his mate.

“Your young is inside me!” She had exclaimed, clutching her stomach, still in her distasteful mortal form. “You and I shall be bound for life!”

He had laughed her at then, a cruel and malicious sound that had snuffed any hope from her eyes, leaving only fear. Alduin did not tolerate insubordination, planning to kill her and the infernal young that grew inside her.

Odahviing, his general and right hand man, had stopped him - much to Alduin’s rage. The general had claimed that killing her would be foolish when Alduin needed an heir, and she seemed the only dovah that had ever been able to carry Alduin’s young successfully.

Alduin was not convinced, countering that he would never cease to exist and, therefore, no heir was needed. Odahviing had his reply, however, stating something along the lines of the bloodline needing to spread if Alduin wanted to rule other worlds.

Although he found it suspicious that Odahviing was fighting so hard to keep the offspring alive, Alduin humoured him - both from the begrudging urge to have young, and morbid curiosity to see if the female would even survive carrying the world eater’s child.

Just as Alduin had suspected, the female did not survive the birth. How could she when you carved your way out from her insides, leaving only a bloody and mangled mess in her place? Begrudgingly, Alduin felt the prick of pride of his young being entering the world with blood on her hands.

He’d planned to kill you, he truly had… but then you looked at him with eyes as red as his own, your cries calming immediately at his touch. So delicate, so trusting.

Every mortal disgusted him but, there you were, born in your mortal form and… disgustingly adorable.

Tomorrow, he told himself every day when the sun set, failing once again to rid you from the earth. Tomorrow the girl will die. But you never did and, before he knew it, you were talking, walking on your own two feet and hanging off the world eaters wings and horns as if he couldn’t kill you in a breath.

“Can we fly now?” You’d always ask him, picking up the ancient language easily from constant interactions with Odahviing and Parthunax. They were the only other living souls he trusted around you, and even that had very quick limits.

“Entitled girl,” he’d grumble, annoyed at your constant requests at him. But, by the end of the day, you were on his back and he was gliding through the air. “I will throw you off if you do not hold on,” he’d threaten. That did not affect you, however, continuously throwing your arms in the air.

Supposedly, you grew bored of “tame” flights in the air, wanting to find your own wings. Alduin’s heart was in his throat when he no longer felt the tiny wait on his back, watching with wide eyes as you plummeted to the ground.

He roared, loud enough to disturb the mountains, chasing after you as fast as his wings would allow. Thank Akatosh he had caught you before you hit the ground. Alduin doubted the world wanted to know what he’d do if he had lost you.

“Are you a FOOL?!” He’d yelled in anger as soon as you arrived home, smoke coming from his mouth due to the rage that rang through him.

“I just wanted to fly, like you,” you replied, far too calm for someone who had practically been on death’s doorstep.

Initially, Alduin had been enraged and frustrated that you had never turned to your dovah form - your true form. The world eater found himself constantly questioning what value you held if you remained in a lesser mortal form ever, wondering if he should kill you and try again.

However, he very quickly became thankful that you seemed unable to become a dragon - after all, you couldn’t leave him if you were entirely reliant on his protection, right? When you grew up and no longer desired to stay by his side at all times, he could simply lock you up in the highest point of the world, away from the all the dangers and unknowns of the world. Your only visitor and protection being Alduin.

After your little jumping stunt, he pondered locking you away from the world early.

“I’m sorry,” you had told him that night, hiding under his wing as you always did when you were scared or sad. “I won’t do it again.”

No, his plan would wait; you weren’t even trying to get away from him yet, why should he make you hate him so soon?

Alduin did not know gentleness or love or affection but he tried his very best to be those things with you, because you relied on him and were the only thing in this world that wasn’t afraid of him. If dragons loved one thing aside from themselves, it was their treasure, and you were the most precious treasure in the world.

But all good things come to an end and any remorse Alduin had inside him was ripped out when the mortals rebelled.

When they took you from him.

He had been so distracted with their rebelling - forcing his hand to the point of anger - that he left his largest vulnerability opened. Someone among Alduin had betrayed him and you were stolen from him. His blood turning to ice when he realised his most precious treasure was gone.

Relentlessly, Alduin and his army had searched the earth for you, burning cities and devouring armies in his unbridled rage. Until you were returned to him, the mortals would know fear like never before.

But when he found you, your head had been stuck on a pike, hanging up like a trophy in one of the mortal camps.

The world burned.

By the time the elder scroll had been used, most of the world had already been destroyed - abolished and devoured by Alduin’s sorrowful rampage, the dragon king running entirely on revenge.

A small part of him wished the mortals had just killed him so he could once again see his precious treasure.

———

About 5000 years later…

They called you a cursed child.

About ten years ago, you had been found by a mercenary, wandering around in the snow in one of Skyrim’s most isolated and dangerous places. Thankfully, he had been one of those honourable mercenaries (as opposed to those who would have sold you) and took you to an orphanage.

You couldn’t have been any older than eight. It wasn’t exactly out of the norm for the people of Skyrim to abandon their children at an orphanage, but a child surviving the harsh dangers of the mountains for divines knew how long… now that was strange. Stranger when you held no memories of your life or family, not even a name.

What really set you aside from the others, however, were your blood red eyes.

Perhaps the mercenary - having seen all sorts of strange things across Skyrim - thought nothing of them but the people at the orphanage certainly had opinions.

“She’s a demon!” One caretaker had exclaimed, pointing at you with a trembling finger and wide fearful, eyes.

“Kill the vampire!” Another had demanded, believing whole-heartedly you were a blood sucker.

It wasn’t long before the guards had been called, many wanting to see you hung for being a “demonic child”. Luckily, the mercenary had vouched for you, explaining that he had traveled with you for weeks and you hadn’t harmed him. As it was, the guards wrote off the caretakers as “emotional women” and left you unharmed - not without some searing glares, however.

Even if they couldn’t have you burned at the stake, the orphanage wouldn’t accept you and they were under no legal obligation to. So, the mercenary took you to Riften at the temple of Mara - where everyone was reasonably tolerable - and the two of you parted ways.

Priest Maramal was nice enough, being a Redguard in Skyrim he was more than used to jeers and harassment thrown his way. You couldn’t complain about the temple, not when you were given shelter, food, and a bed - which was a lot more than some of the people in Skyrim - but you couldn’t sit still, something in your bones told you to explore, to conquer.

By thirteen, you had pickpocketed earned enough money to leave the temple of Mara.

Skyrim was rough, but you adapted fairly easily. You’d always been strong, even as a child, fast too. Due to your sharp tongue (that Maramal often said you needed to hold if you didn’t want to end up dead), you wound up in a lot of scrapes. If you couldn’t fight your way out of them, you could usually run away.

You circled back to Riften soon enough, gaining entry to the Thieve’s Guild due to light feet and quick fingers. You thought you had found a family within the guild but when you were partnered with Vex and there was a spiky situation… she left you for dead. You got out alive - because you always did - but there was an anger towards the Thieve’s Guild you couldn’t contain. You didn’t go back but, one day, you planned to get you revenge.

At sixteen, you’d somehow stumbled your way to getting Astrid’s attention, granting you entry into the Dark Brotherhood family.

It was different from the guild - somehow warmer, more like a family. Astrid was like an older sister, Nazir like an uncle, Veezera like a cranky grandpa. You’d never felt so loved.

But Astrid set you up and, before you knew it, you were in a wagon trailing to the execution block. It didn’t matter; two families had betrayed you (three if you count the first one that abandoned you) and you had nothing left in your heart.

You witnessed something scarier than death that day, however - fear incarnate. Dragons had always been legends but you never believed you’d see one so close. So angry.

Death wasn’t ready for you, it seemed, because you got away.

Not long after, you killed a dragon and absorbed its soul, the myth of the Dragonborn reviving with the dragons. How amusing it was, to watch those nords be outraged at the thought of the “cursed child” being the living version of their most worshipped legend.

They all wished to be the Dragonborn, and yet that honour was given to a girl with blood red eyes and hatred in her heart.

The Greybeards were boring and the Blades were annoying but Parthunax, well, he piqued your interest. Often times, he spoke to you like you were an old friend rather than a naive Dragonborn he had never met before.

It only became clear when Alduin attacked you and Parthunax on the throat of the world, his teeth and flames out for blood.

“Your arrogance will get you killed,” Maramal had often said, when you thought you could do anything. Maybe you should have listened more.

Stupidly, you thought you could defeat Alduin easily. You were, after all, the one thing that could kill him, right? That’s what was foretold so what did you have to be afraid of?

You had used the Dragonrend shout on Alduin, forcing the world eater to the ground. Parthunax had yelled at you to stop but you ran at the black dragon anyways, sword at the ready to slash his throat. It seemed Alduin had adapted much quicker to the shout, though, catching your sword in his teeth and flying up into the sky.

He dropped you.

Honestly, it was a little humiliating that he didn’t even have to use fire or anything of significance… all he had to do was render you useless by dropping you.

Your helmet fell from your face as you fell, unfortunately giving Alduin a perfect view of your helpless and fearful face.

His eyes are red, like mine, you thought, mind trying to escape the thoughts of death. You wanted to scold yourself for being pathetic when a tear fell down your face, realising your life was over before you did anything significant.

Or so you thought.

———

You woke up with a pounding headache, which was strange considering you didn’t recall falling asleep. You groaned with grogginess, snuggling into the comfortable bed.

Wait… I don’t have a comfortable bed.

You bolted upright, heart pumping with fear as you took in the unfamiliar surroundings. The room was huge, larger than courtroom in the Palace of Kings, made entirely of stone and gold. There were books, furniture, decor but it was all extremely mismatched and unfamiliar. As if from an ancient and unknown time.

The oddest thing, however, was that there were only three walls. There was no wall in front of her bed, only a hole big enough for a dragon to fit through.

Why did Alduin save me? You wondered. What could he gain from bringing me here?

You held back a gasp when you heard a noise and saw a man sitting in one of the chairs, staring at you with eyes as red as blood. He stood when your eyes met, taller than anyone else you had ever seen, armour pitch black and spiky.

He looked oddly familiar.

Idly, he looked around the large room with an almost reminiscent gaze. “I should have locked you in here from the beginning,” he muttered with an impossibly deep voice, barley loud enough for her to hear.

You didn’t know what he was talking about but you knew you needed to get out of there. On your left, you spied a gold dagger - not extremely sharp but it should have been enough to injure him.

“Do not try that,” he rumbled when you made the slightest movement, making you whip your head back to him. “Even if you could hurt me, you are far too high up to ever escape safely, little one.”

“Why am I here?” You demanded.

He looked at you then, and you realised, without a doubt, that he was Alduin. That only made the situation even more confusing.

“You are safe here,” he said, as if it was nothing less than a fact. “You can despise me but I will not risk your safety for your happiness ever again.”

“Aren’t you the one who wants me dead?” You questioned dryly, still internally gawking at the fact you were having a conversation with the world eater.

The bastard chuckled. “You really have no idea, do you?”

You only have him a confused look.

“Why would I ever kill my only child?”

Your heart dropped to your stomach, blood turning to ice at his words.

“You’re lying.

“An immortal being has no reason to lie.”

You raced to the gold dagger, gripping it in your hand and throwing at Alduin. He barley needed to move to dodge it, the puny attack having no affect on him.

He left after that, claiming you needed to “calm yourself”. You spent hours exploring the place, restlessly searching for a way out that wouldn’t leave you plastered on the ground.

You didn’t know how long you had been there but eventually, he had come back and you attacked him once more, making him leave again. That cycle repeated itself until you were tired, disheartened by how unaffected he was.

“What do you want from me?” You asked him one day, when you had curled into yourself out of pure exhaustion. He had no answer.

Your numbing limbo changed one day, though. Your armour, light as it was, was stiffening your joints. You stripped out of it, leaving you in the simple clothes you had underneath.

Alduin visited you, like normal, but when you turned your back to him, he roared in anger and his eyes glowed red.

“Who did this to you?” He demanded, voice deeper and louder in his dragon form.

You were confused for a moment, having sported no knee injuries since being abducted. But then you remembered the deep, numerous scars on your back - a reminder of Astrid’s intense training. She once said it was necessary if you were to become strong and you thought she cared about you… but now you wondered if she just always hated you.

Despite yourself, you told Alduin. He was the world eater - evil and deadly, the very thing you were supposed to kill… but he was also the only being who had ever looked upon your wounds, your suffering, and given a damn. And, if he was to he believe?d, he was your father, why shouldn’t you tell him?

It was a strange relief to tell someone else your woes, to unleash the many stories of sufferings and betrayal you had faced. By the end of it, you had tears down your face.

Alduin said nothing, oddly calm. Perhaps, he didn’t care.

“Get on.”

You looked up at him with wide eyes, confused as to what he meant.

“Get on my back.”

Still confused, you listened to him, hauling yourself up onto his back and grasping at his spikes so you didn’t fall.

Flying was exhilarating, freedom like you had never known it. You had the urge to spread your arms and feel the wind but Alduin snapped at you when you did.

“Where are we going?” You asked, having to yell so you could be heard over the wind.

“To get revenge.”

When you had told him what had happened to you, it wasn’t your intention for him to burn down Riften. And by all accounts, you should’ve climbed off his back and fought him, made him stop. But… no one in Riften gave a half damn about you. They saw you as the cursed child, a blight on Skyrim.

There was terrible feeling of glee as you watched the wooden houses burn.

You hunted down the Dark Brotherhood after that, adorning your armour and sword, taking a great joy in watching Astrid choke on her own blood.

You knew this wasn’t what the Dragonborn was made more, quite the opposite, but could you be considered the hero of Skyrim when Skyrim hated you? When all you had been given was betrayal and suffering?

You didn’t just let Alduin get away with drowning the cities in fire and blood, you helped him.

The Blades watched in horror as their noble hero was tainted with the blood of the innocent, the Greybeards mourning the prodigy that never was.

Maybe you should have felt guilt but you didn’t really give a damn.

Your blood told you to conquer, so that’s what you did.

———

Alduin feared his daughter would forever be corrupted with ideas of killing him, that she had been manipulated to the point of no return.

Perhaps he should have thanked Skyrim for being so horrible to her - what was it they said? The child that is not embraced by the village will burn it down Yo feel it’s warmth.

The world eater was filled with pride as he watched you slaughter the mortals, the lesser beings who should have known better than to lay a finger on you. If his pride allowed him, he would have thanked Odahviing for making him keep you alive.

Alduin savoured these moments of rage and fire, devouring with his daughter at his side…. Because it would never happen again.

When you had had your revenge and Skyrim had paid the price for disrespecting you, he’d take you back to that tower and ensure you never left.

Perhaps you’d go back to hating him but how could he risk it? How could he risk losing you after he just got you back? Akatosh had given him a gift of mercy in bringing you back to life, and it was not a gift Alduin would waste.

Perhaps in a few centuries, when you were strong enough to defend yourself and smart enough not to be betrayed, you could go free.

No. Alduin truly didn’t believe he could willingly let you back to those wolves in such a vulnerable state. When you could leave on your own, when you had completed your transformation into a dovah, Alduin would do nothing to stop you from conquering the world yourself.

Of course, Alduin prayed to Akatosh that day would never come.

——

I don’t know how that was but I hope you enjoyed. I feel like I rushed the ending a bit lol.

I took some creative liberty with your suggestion so sorry about that.

#Skyrim #Alduin #platonic yandere #yandere skyrim #yandere #yandere Alduin #dragons #the elder scrolls #yandere x reader #female mc #x reader

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malithiae · 2 months

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dark hour, school's duty, dark hour | from my persona3 sketchdump

#persona 3 #male mc #female mc #minato arisato #makoto yuki #minako arisato #kotone shiomi #persona 3 reload #shin megami tensei #p3 #persona 3 fes #persona 3 portable #p3re

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realnyhiphop101 · 3 months

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Finesse and Synquis "Soul Sisters" Era

#Finesse and Synquis #soul sisters #lefrak city queens #lefrak city #queens nyc #new york #realnyhiphop101 #nyc #real hip hop #real ny hip hop 101 #female hip hop artist #female mc

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sofia-d-asb · 6 months

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Arcadie: Cold Lands - Sneak peek 👀

#arcadie cold lands #sequel #sneak peek #female mc #arcadie second born #if wip

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poetryofmuses · 1 year

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"She changed" yes bro I just read an extraordinary book and picked my personality from the badass female character.

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angelgarden-posts · 1 year

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Your yandere writing is so nice to read, so may I request Malleus,Rook and Idia finding out reader is a girl,from far away?

Like reader‘s potion ran out in the middle of the day and they could see their body transform(?) back to their original form. +Reader trying to hide

Like malleus and rook watching from some corner and idia from the security cameras (or with his floating ipad)

Separately, headcanon or scenario is fine if it‘s to long

Yandere Malleus, Rook, & Idia Finding Out Reader is Female

A/N: ahhhh I’m sorry this took so long— and it’s probably so OOC too bc idk much about Rook 😭 (update: I got lazy and only did headcanons for Idia and Rook), also I think I’m just gonna go based off of their personalities instead of how they speak from now on 🥲

TW/CW: possessive/obsessive behavior, misogyny, stalking, mentions of kidnapping, cyberstalking, blackmail, sadism, mentions of death

Malleus’s Drabble:

Malleus had ditched Sebek and Silver in order to get to his classes on time without bother, and, as he leisurely made his way across the hallways, you just so happened to slip into his vision before vanishing just as fast.

His attention was now diverted away from his studies and he swept past the crowd of people, grateful that everybody made room for him, as this was a matter of urgency now that his sights were set on you.

When he rounded the corner, he immediately stepped back into the shadows and behind the wall, a startled look upon his face. The fae felt his cheeks heat up with an unknown feeling burgeoning in his chest, and he stole another glance at you.

But now he was also suspicious—why would you hide your secrets from him? He thought he had disguised his identity well enough for you to trust him with anything…

After all, the world was a dangerous place for females—in this world, it was a matter of biology and magic. You not only were powerless, but you were really screwed without the muscle mass a male was usually granted upon birth.

Malleus would have to wait until he could hoard you away though—it would be too coincidental if one of the five most powerful mages in the world vanished along with the Prefect of Ramshackle dorm in the middle of the school day.

Until then, he’d just have to keep a sharp eye on you.

Idia’s Headcanons:

He had memorized all the shortcuts around the school and utilized the ones that led him to class without much interference from others.

Once he arrives to class early, he’ll be checking his tablet to observe through the cameras positioned around the school, alarmed when you’re not in the area you are usually situated in at this time.

He switches from video feed to video feed, panic rising in his chest when he suddenly realizes that he passed a familiar but unidentifiable figure.

Idia goes back and analyzes the camera footage before coming to the conclusion that it was you—although in a form that would make everything all the more difficult to talk to you.

He was an antisocial otaku—how was he ever going to muster up the courage to talk to you now that he knows he has no possible chance at wooing you?

He had never felt more inferior and pissed at the prospect of earning your affection.

If he was anything like Malleus or Leona, he’d probably already be in a stable relationship with you, regardless of whether you were a boy or a girl!

Instead, he was a sickly pale and had the most unhealthy habits of all time—with only Ortho to keep him in check.

He’d either have to settle for watching you from afar, or follow Ortho’s advice and tidy up to look presents enough to be graced with your presence.

Of course Idia will be taking pictures and saving the video footage of you in your female form—it would be a crime if he allowed an opportunity to collect your most valuable secret to pass.

Who knows? Maybe he’ll have to use this information as blackmail, as he could tell that this secret could ruin your chances at NRC.

But you’ll never have to worry about being an outcast, he had the perfect reservation for you at the Island of Woe.

Also, it’s pretty doubtful that he’d ever resort to revealing your secret because it would be too much work having you transferred to his home, having you still like him, and keeping up with his studies at NRC (this part will probably be the easiest for him though, since he’s considered a prodigy).

Rook’s Headcanons:

It was never hard to spot you in a crowd of bustling students—and today was no exception, although something was inevitably different.

You had rushed through the crowd, pushing your way through students in a panic and vanishing into a secluded area of the campus.

Rook mused that he could use a different route to class, as an experienced huntsman could adapt to any situation and still make off with beauty.

He approaches your hiding spot with slow, languid steps to mimic carelessness and disregard to his surroundings.

He pretends to be preoccupied with something else while keeping one eye on you at all times, unable to hide his smirk at the side of your more feminine anatomy.

Rook really does not want to leave you alone, but will for the sake of your obliviousness and his own musings.

So, while he heads to his class, he’ll be thinking of ways to use your less muscular build to his advantage.

He could overpower you so easily, it was almost hilarious.

His hunt for you would be made all the more easy, and you could do nothing about it.

Of course, he wouldn’t attack so frivolously and reveal his knowledge of your secret so soon…

Rook would savor every moment with you, knowing that he was more than one step ahead now.

If anyone else were to approach you with malicious intentions however, they were as good as dead.

Oh, and your perfection was his utmost priority!

It was probably going to be easier in his opinion to wear more feminine clothing and products as well, knowing your gender.

Ah, how amusing and versatile his time with you would be…

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere imagines #yandere oneshot #yandere headcanons #yandere rook hunt #yandere rook x reader #yandere idia shroud #yandere idia x reader #yandere malleus draconia #yandere malleus x reader #female mc #female reader #yandere drabble #not beta read

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luxthestrange · 4 months

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WHB Incorrect quotes#2 OUR BOOBS

F!Mc*Is wearing a crop top, feeling confident to wear it*Baby I don't understand, They are my boobs

Satan*From the other room*WAT!?

F!Mc: My boobs!

The Russian National anthem is put on speaker

Satan*Comes in with a Toy gun, Vodka, and a Ushanka on top of his head, Russian accent*' OUR BOOBS'

#whb #whb x reader #whb x mc #whb satan #whb satan x reader #whb satan x mc #female mc #what in hell is bad #whb fluff #whb incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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ymechi · 8 months

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The Naiad au (Scrapped)

EDIT: 17/11/2023 I have decided to rework this series, so this story won't continue, instead there will be a new one with the same concept.

-slight idv and genshin crossover, the mc is an OC and has female pronouns

-english is not my first language

TW: SAGAU, Cult au, imposter au, mentions of death, drowning

part 1 , This is part 2

authors note: if i am correct this part was 1.5k words;; i was so unmotivated to edit i should try to find a beta/editor, sorry for the writing mistakes

She looked up towards the sky from the ocean floor staring at it for a while. While she managed to survive she had no idea what to do. Going to the surface was probably a very bad idea in case she ran into those villagers again, for now she should explore her surroundings.

To swim in the sea came surprisingly easy for her, she was never an excellent swimmer but the way she moved felt eerily natural. She came to realize she did not need to move her arms. Her legs and perhaps something else (a power she did not understand) did most of the work.

Oxygen was not a problem either, she idly wondered if she had gills somewhere on her body.

She swam in between some kelps and fishes. There was, yellow, green and red big huge vines which she saw in between too. The floor beneath was a vibrant green shade, everything here was so colorful and beautiful. It felt so alive and thriving. She would have thought that the ocean deep beneath was darker, murkier and scarier but she fell in awe the more she saw.

She looked up and saw the sun giving the water above a golden hue, soon the sun would set but she did not feel afraid at the thought of the dark.

The ocean was mostly empty of any dangers. There were so many colorful schools of fishes swimming around, occasionally she would see a big fish that would look like a predator but they would never come to her and harm her. Perhaps she did not look tasty to them?

At the thought of food she did feel slightly hungry but it wasn't anything too urgent, yet it was best to find something to eat now while she could. She looked around and saw some seaweed. She did remember seaweed could be edible and the water here looked clean, there was no harm right?

At most it would perhaps taste gross, she tore off some of the seaweed and hesitantly took a bite. The taste was not unpleasant, it tasted salty and the texture was not slimy like she expected but rather a bit rubbery. She happily took another bite, the best part there was a lot of seaweed so the chances of her running out of it was very low. While eating her impromptu lunch-dinner she did not notice a few fish appearing beside her. When she noticed them she looked at them curiously one of them came near her face and bumped into her mouth.

She was rather confused and she started to laugh. While laughing the fish entered her mouth which caused her to panic, which caused her to choke and then her trying to get the fish out of her mouth. She looked at the troublemaking fish she finally caught in her hand in confusion.

What was going on?

in her peripheral she saw one of the larger fish approach her, it looked like a salmon but she was not sure. The larger fish approached one of the smaller fishes and opened its mouth, she could see the fish's sharp teeth. The smaller fish then willingly entered the pseudo salmon's mouth much to her shock.

The salmon then began to eat the smaller fish all while looking at her and she could not help but to think of the smaller fish's earlier actions. They wanted her to eat them?

This was all too confusing. Fish are not supposed to behave like this, since when did prey willingly enter a predator's mouth? The fish in her hand wiggled before approaching her face, more specifically her mouth.

Should she try to do it? Maybe just one bite. . .

She held both ends of the fish with her hands, closed her eyes, did a sharp exhale and took a bite.

crunch.

Yikes she forgot about the fish bones but the bones did not hurt at all. The fish's taste was rather tasty and flavorful, much better than the seagrass. Another fish appeared in front of her, a different species than the one she ate and she took the fish and proceeded to eat it too, this one tasted a little bit saltier. Soon different species of smaller fish came up to her and she ate one of each.

After a while she patted her stomach. She really overdid it but in her defense she never had eaten fish like this, they were raw and despite that they were tasty. Hopefully since she was presumably no longer human she would not catch any diseases from eating raw fish. . .

She slowly traced her sharp teeth with her tongue, another discovery about her body. Speaking of her body she really should move around to digest the food. With that in mind she began swimming around with no direction in mind exploring the seafloor and its vibrant ecosystem.

She followed some manta ray looking creatures (she was pretty sure manta rays were not green). She swam along with them doing twists and turns which caused her to laugh. One nudged her on the hand which caused her to start petting the manta ray like one would a dog, the texture was not unpleasant to the touch.

After some more playing around with the manta rays they approached. . . something?

She looked towards the direction of the place. It was ominous, omitting a weird aura. It was as if she should not approach the place but that only piqued her curiosity even more. If she was sane she would not approach whatever that place was yet she has gone through multiple literal life changing events so she went ahead to the direction of the place.

It certainly did not disappoint.

She gasped as she saw the tall pillars holding down a creature which she could only describe as a blue sea dragon with multiple heads. The structure despite being so impressive looked old yet so sturdy still holding down the monster (or creature?).

She hesitantly approached a pillar that pinned down one head.

The creature snapped its eyes open.

She made a small squeaking sound and fumbled backwards. The bound creature gave her what she could only assume was an unimpressed yet annoyed glare as they stared down at her.

She shivered yet stood frozen still in his glare unable to move or break eye contact.

"You should not be here."

She gulped and frantically tried to come up with something.

"I-i- i just followed a trail. . ."

"This place is sealed, no mortal or god should be able to come in here."

The creature ignored her previous comment and the annoyed expression he had previously turned into curiosity as he stared down at her like one would do to a dog who made an interesting trick.

"I am- i don't know," she cringed at her own words, "I uhh sort of woke up in here, the ocean, and-and just came upon this place."

The more she spoke the more she wanted to dig herself into a hole and curl in there. The creature before her did not change his expression, continuing to stare at her.

"You were just born?"

Born? That was one way to look at it. She did die but now she is alive, so a sort of rebirth.

"Yes?"

Her answer came more out as a question, she herself was unaware what really happened.

"I see and do you have a name?"

the creature looked at her expectantly as if that would give the creature an answer to a question. For her that question was a curse.

Impostor. Heretic. Stealing the name of the creator.

She sucked in a harsh breath except what filled her lungs was water reminding her of her drowning. Her mind began to go hazy, flashes of the village mob still inside of her mind. She hugged her body tightly. Her real name was a liability in this world. Yet just like her body she can change it as well.

"It's Naiad."

The creature closed their eyes, perhaps thinking or reminiscing. She doubted the creature would know of her name. The name was not of this world.

"I see you were born with a name, not many do."

Naiad looked at him questioningly, not really sure how to answer, she had so many questions other than what he just said. Yet could she ask them? Despite having a powerful aura he was pinned down, as if they were imprisoned, the pillars acting as chains to this prison. If Naiad did end up offending them perhaps she could make a run- swim for it.

"Uhm. . . What do I call you?" She asked with a meek voice.

He looked down at her and she stared back. Naiad felt like time passed slower before the creature finally answered.

"I am Osial."

#genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau #cult au #female mc #idv naiad inspired #slight crossover #please check the TWS #i have no beta #english is not my first language #the naiad au #imposter sagau

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M.I.A

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ongawdclub · 5 months

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N i c k i M i n a j

#nicki minaj #hiphop #hip hop #rap #rapper #emcee #mc #female mc #female rapper #melanin #blackgirlmagic

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hannahlikeso741 · 9 months

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One Song to my Desires (HL Boys reactions towards their desire for Female MC.)

Well I had a dry spell of writing, so I'm going to fix that. Going through my playlist and I decided to write some drabbles for the HL boys based on each song, surrounding the theme of desire towards Female MC. Borrowing @hogwartslegacyreactions format again.

Sebastian Sallow :

He isn't the subtle type, Sebastian knows what he wants. Her.

She had him from the beginning they locked eyes at Professor Hecat's class, which set off a chain reaction of adventures together. She is just in sync with him, knowing his next moves be it in dueling or his thinking process. Everyone may know her as the hero of Hogwarts or the new 5th year, but not to Sebastian.

No one knows her like he does.

He knows the little things about her, he has been paying attention when she isn't looking. She has little tells that Sebastian predicts her response almost accurately, then it slowly grows into him having tunnel focus on her alone. He will admit he is greedy, he wants more from her. No not want, need.

He needs to taste her skin and lips, he needs his hands to explore her body, for his whole being comes alive with her mere presence. It makes him growl in jealousy that other suitors would even dare come for her. He needed to be her one and only.

Afterall, that hunger inside him for her is getting insatiable.

Ominis Gaunt:

They didn't have the best first impressions towards each other, but Ominis slowly grew fond of her presence. She didn't shun him away, and since the events of their 5th year he could use the friendship.

Something Ominis had started to notice was how his heart raced at her voice saying a mere hello to him. It was a sudden rush that he felt in his veins, that never happened before. Slowly, he noticed his body responding to everything about her. Her scent, her voice, her touch... Oh how her touch haunted him so. He just only wanted to carry on in this world in his own terms, but why is it he find himself wanting to simply be by her side? His own body betrays him with a yearning for her to hold him, to be tangled into her arms, to let his tongue taste the heat of her skin, to hear her voice saying she was his.

Deny it all he wants. But his body speaks and listens to her.

Garreth Weasley:

She is playful, up to no good. The whole package. Garreth was surprised to find someone that understands and supports his love of mischief. It was almost likened to a kindred spirit that he doesn't find in his other friends.

Garreth finds himself spending an awful lot of time with her, laughing at her jokes, giving big ideas that she willingly contributes and humours him about. They are sync, but he wants more from her. More than friends.

He just merely wants to be by her side, giving his all to her. It is killing him to wonder if she will reciprocate his feelings. Garreth finds himself thinking of her even in class or a study session, his mind worries for her. Could she not see how much he wants to woo her, putting all his love for her? Every little touch she gives makes him want to tell her that he wants them to be real and every smile she gave him would make him want to claim her lips for his own to take.

It would be his idea of a heaven with her, proving how much of a lover he could be.

Amit Thakkar:

He isn't the type to confront, but Amit knows he came dangerously close with her.

Sure she had to protect him plenty of times when he gets too frightened or be it her reassuring him that things are fine even when it wasn't. But he was more than just a Gobbledegook speaker, astrologer wannabe or a scared duelist. He wanted to prove that to her, for he was so tired of her having to continuously protect him.

It was frustrating, he wanted to show to her that he is more than what she thinks of him to be. Give him a chance, and Amit will show her who really was in charge. All he just asks for in return was respect, for she had captivated him so. She had a wild, untamed beauty that ignited a flame in him. He respected her for the qualities she had that he doesn't, but all he asks is for her to look at things his way. To understand him, for Amit understands she will never be tamed and he frankly, likes that about her.

Just give him a reason to stay, and Amit knows he will.

Leander Prewett:

There is no one quite like her. She is the whole package that Leander knows is out of his league. She wouldn't look his way. Why would she? The hero of Hogwarts, beating him in everything Leander thought he was good at the minute she landed. Leander can't catch up to her. Maybe that is how she captivated him. How much she was in tune and control with that power she wielded. As if she knew how to be a leader. Something Leander wishes he could be, but he admired that sort of qualities in others. It was so wicked of her to creep into his dreams at night, to have his heart wrenched in her hand and she had no clue on the power she had over him. He didn't want to admit he was falling for her, it was just a game his feelings playing on him as he imagined himself wanting to be at her side, to worship her and adore her. Pride be damned, he would bare his soul wide open as an offering for her. It is a beautifully wicked game his heart was playing, and he let himself get caught in it's web.

Everett Clopton:

When did she captivated him? Could it be that glint in her eye as she raced him alongside that broom course? Or was it that wink she gave when she said the sights of their detour was worth it? Everett can't name a moment when, but since then she crept into his mind. Everett begins to notice little things at first but it graduates slowly towards her spirit. How she captivates him so when she gets reckless, throwing caution to the wind quite literately. A daredevil that has nothing to lose, . He begins to wonder if she behaves like that toward her lover. Would she enjoy experimenting with the possibility of being caught? He let those thoughts haunt him in his dreams as he begins to be aware of the rising heat inside him that he needs to quieten with the image of her, her voice reaching unholy notes that would make an angel blush. Everett wanted... more. He wants her to make him go further, to take him to his limit until he begs for mercy. She is the only one that could make him submit to his lust fully, satisfy that hunger deep within like an adrenaline rush of a broom race. For now, dreams will do to satisfy his burning desire.

#Spotify #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy characters #character reacts #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #amit thakkar #garreth weasley #everett clopton #leander prewett #female mc #hogwarts legacy headcanons

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Ok so this one a little different but I wanted to see what you can do with it

Can I request a yandere alduin x reborn Dragon Born reader x yandere playtonic pryox

So the reader was alduin mate and pyrax little sister ( i can not remember how to spell that Dragon name the one that on the throat of the world with the Gray beards) but during the war she was killed but she reborn as a dragon born and not only that but got married. And pyrax is torn on helping his sister and joining alduin.

And reader not happy with them and she married a Dragon Slayer

Blood in the Water (Yandere! Alduin x Reader x Platonic Yandere! Paarthurnax)

“We’ll never get free

Lamb to the slaughter

What you gon’ do when there’s blood in the water?

The price of your greed, is your son and your daughter

What you gon’ do when there’s blood in the water?”

- Blood // Water, granson

Paarthurnax knew you.

The dragon had always been told that he read too much into others, searching for things that weren’t there - trying to gain a better understanding of someone by peering into their soul. Well, he liked to believe he could.

But you were different, he knew you. From the moment you climbed his mountain, your very soul spoke to his; like a flicker of fire light after trudging through an endless snowstorm.

This must be a malicious plot, he told himself, remaining guarded with his icy gaze even as he longed to approach you with all the gentleness of the world. Perhaps the Greybeards had decided it was time for Paarthurnax to pay his dues, or the Blades had finally gotten to him… anything would be more plausible than her soul returning.

“Why have you intruded on my solitude, mortal?” He questioned harshly, your shocked and fearful gaze almost making him regret it.

Still, you were able to catch your bearings and face him - something most mortals would not do. “The Greybeards sent me. I am the Dragonborn.”

Ah… perhaps this was Akatosh’s way of punishing Paarthurnax for his misdeeds.

Although Akatosh often did not play by his own rules, there were usually only two ways for a Dragonborn to be birthed into existence: a dragon and a human breeding, or the soul of deceased dragon being reborn into a human.

He shouldn’t have been surprised, not when he really thought about it. Whilst it was unlikely for you to be reborn - what will millions of other dragons who could have been reincarnated - but out of every dragon he had ever met, of course it was you. Dragons could only be reborn because their souls were made of far sturdier stuff than mortals, the very substance refusing to dissipate. And you had the strongest soul of all.

Strong enough to put up with Alduin, after all.

Alduin, the very thought brought unrest to Paarthurnax’s stomach, his insides squirming at the idea of Alduin knowing of your return.

By all rights, Paarthurnax was supposed to help the Dragonborn - you - defeat Alduin and stop the dragons from once again taking over the world. Alduin and his subordinates would give Paarthurnax Oblivion, of course, fighting fang and claw to have the Dragonborn’s head on a pike. But the Dragonborn was a larger threat to most dragons than they were to the Dragonborn, very few having the ability to stand against them. With enough training, perhaps the Dragonborn even stood a chance at defeating Alduin, especially if they wanted to see another day.

However, if you really were her, well… that complicated everything.

Alduin had always ruled with an iron claw, leaving the mortals alive only out of necessity and sinister amusement. His tyranny was not reserved for mortals, either, even the dragons themselves fearing Alduin’s wrath. After all, if he grew tired of the world, he could simply destroy it.

But even Paarthurnax had feared Alduin after your death.

Alduin had always enjoyed ruling, conquering, entertaining the idea for centuries rather than destroying the world and allowing birth for a new one. But when you’d been killed, it was like the dragon stopped caring - as if any emotion aside rage had been beaten out of him. Alduin decided to destroy the world because his had been taken from him.

You, however, had always been kinder - far kinder than an average dragon. No one really knew why, perhaps it was because Paarthurnax and, eventually, Alduin had always shielded you from the world. As the World Eater’s mate, you weren’t expected to lift a claw.

It had been heartbreaking when you discovered just how much Alduin (and Paarthurnax, although he tried to forget that) terrorised the mortals. You just couldn’t understand why Alduin - your Alduin, who always showed you nothing but kindness - would inflict such horrors on those who could not fight back. That was the start of Paarthurnax’s guilt.

You begged Alduin to stop and, because it was you, he compromised - allowing the mortals to exist without being burned down at every move. But some of those mortals took Alduin’s mercy for weakness and formed the building blocks for the revolution.

A revolution where you had been killed.

Paarthurnax almost wanted to side with Alduin after watching you, one of the only dragons who gave a damn, be killed. But, in your dying breaths, you begged Paarthurnax not to fall with Alduin into vengeance. After all, why should all the mortals be blamed for the act of few?

For you, Paarthurnax helped the mortals and ceased the end of the world, dreading the day Alduin would return.

But now you and Alduin were both back and, for once, Paarthurnax had no idea what the outcome would be.

“Have you encountered the World Eater, Dovahkin?”

“I haven’t,” you replied, as he thought; if Alduin had found you before Paarthurnax, you’d never be allowed to stray from the World Eater’s grasp.

Paarthurnax sent you on a “quest” then, to “prove your worth and skill”. In reality, he needed time to think, to gather the thoughts racing through his mind and figure out what he planned to do. It was also to get you away from the throat of the world because Paarthurnax had a strong feeling he would be paid a visit from Alduin.

He was proven right when the black dragon landed on his mountain, quiet anger radiating from his scales.

“The word is true, then. You have returned,” Paarthurnax mused, trying his very best to mask the wariness that was etched in his veins. The ancient tongue felt good, like an old friend he hadn’t spoken to in centuries. He had missed having dragons to communicate with.

“Where is she?” Alduin demanded immediately, voice as commanding and ferocious as Paarthurnax remembered. He didn’t have the strongest thumm for nothing.

“I am unsure what you mean, brother.”

Alduin growled, a warning no doubt. “I am not in a gaming mood. Tell me where my mate is, Paarthurnax.”

“What would make you think she has returned?” Paarthurnax asked casually, the lie easily rolling off his tongue. “She died with the war.”

Paarthurnax knew he was poking a hungry, vengeful bear but, if it meant keeping Alduin off your trail, he would make that sacrifice.

“Cease your treacherous lies, her soul calls to mine. I can feel her very essence. If you do not reveal her presence to me, Skyrim shall burn.”

Well, Paarthurnax would lose no sleep over that. Not if it meant your well-being. You were far more precious than the whole world.

Eventually, Alduin left after his fire clashed against Paarthurnax’s, the throat of the world fortunately remaining upright. Now, Paathurnax just had to pray to Akatosh that you stayed far from Alduin’s reach.

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Vilkas wrapped his arms around you as your back sunk into his strong chest, nuzzled in his warmth and the comfort of the thick blankets. He placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder, making a smile grace your face - the crackling of the fire lulling you to sleep.

“You frightened me today,” he said gently, nose resting in your hair.

“How so?” You replied tiredly, eyes still shut.

“You went into that cave all by yourself and I though…” he sighed. “I thought I lost you.”

You turned your head to look at him then, an almost amused smile on your lips. “You know I can handle a dungeon, right?”

He should have known that, considering the many times you, he, and Farkas explored the deep crevices of Skyrim together. Fighting tooth and nail against the Silver Hand to bring safety and glory to the Companions.

Of course, that was a different life.

“I am allowed to worry about you,” he defended, almost pouting, wrapping his hand gently in your hair. “This Dragonborn stuff… it is not easy, or safe. I want you to be safe.”

You practically shrugged. “I still believe it was mistake.”

He sighed again, tired of already having this conversation a million times. “It was my no mistake, my love. You absorbed the dragon’s soul.”

“And you killed it.”

The Companions had been a home for both of you, especially Vilkas. But he had found a new home with you, one where he didn’t feel the need to constantly fight and kill. For you, he left the companions.

You’d tried to convince him to renounce his wolf form too, explaining that he did not need to live with the constant hunger and bloodlust. He said he would, one day, but he was scared to be vulnerable - especially when he’d left all he knew. You let the matter drop, giving him time to adjust.

You had been accepted into the Companion’s inner circle, given the opportunity to take the wolf form and transcend mortality.

It didn’t work.

Almost immediately, your body burned, forcing the blood from your lungs, coughing it up as if you were drowning. You had passed out and were sick for nearly a week, as if your body simply refused to change its form.

Vilkas had been in charge of nursing you back to health then, and the two of you quickly fell for each other.

At least you were finally given an explanation; the dragon in you denying any other form of blood or soul that would change you.

Regardless of what did or did not happen, Vilkas left the companions and, although he already had an abundance of money saved up (enough to let the two of you live comfortably for the rest of your lives), he became a hunter. Or, more specifically with what had happened to the world, a dragon hunter.

The return of dragons had been daunting for everyone, but not Vilkas. He saw people cowering in fear and found it in his heart to help them, even at the risk of his own life.

You were just there at the right place and right time (or wrong place, wrong time, depending on how you looked at it) and, suddenly, you were the Dragonborn. The person destined to stop the end of the world.

It should have been Vilkas - he was the one he wasn’t afraid of the beasts, who could slay them without so much as a bat of an eye. Perhaps you were strong - even compassionate in the right circumstances - but, selfishly, you did not want the weight of the world on your shoulders.

You did not want to have to face the World Eater.

Paarthurnax had been frightening enough, and he didn’t even want to kill you. How in the divine’s name were you supposed to defeat Alduin? Perhaps that was it - the divines had given up on this world, deciding to mock the chance of survival by throwing them a useless Dragonborn.

“It should have been you,” you often whispered to Vilkas, in the dark of the night when your false bravado left you and only the insecurities remained.

“I will be with you every step of the way,” he would always reply without fail, gently placing a kiss on your skin and holding you close.

You wished he hadn’t promised such a thing because, as you stood in the snow shivering to the bone with a ginormous black dragon flying above you, all you could think of was Vilkas’ safety.

Paarthurnax told you that the secret to defeating Alduin would lie within the Elder Scroll, which was located in the outskirts of Skyrim where no one dared to venture.

So how had Alduin found you? Was he not supposed to be eating the world?

Perhaps Alduin found you unassuming, weak even, because his fire was targeted solely at Vilkas, the nord panting from the constant dodges.

However, one thing you knew you were skilled at was archery.

Your hands shook from the cold and the fear coursing through you, but you did your very best to hold the bow steady, shutting one eye to gain a better perspective on where the arrow would it. You released the string, a flicker of pride running through when it hit its target.

Of course, that was snuffed out when Alduin’s furious red gaze shot to you.

Vilkas yelled out your name, warning you to move as the dragon approached you faster than you thought possible. In a flash, a claw closed around you and your world turned black.

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Dragons mate for life.

Alduin always believed the sentiment to be stupid, preferring to mount and fuck whoever he deemed worthy. There was no need to risk his own convenience and concern for the sake of attachment.

But then there was you.

Paarthurnax had always had far too much mercy for a dragon, practically allowing his emotions to rule him. Even so, no one expected him to take a younger, abandoned dragon under his wing.

Without even being seen by most, you had become a common conversation topic - none of which was flattering. From what Alduin had heard, you were the runt of the litter, by all means. Abandoned for your inability to grow. Paarthurnax kept you shielded from the words, and even sharper teeth, of the dragon world.

It wasn't until about half a century later when Alduin first saw you - when, under Paarthurnax's mentorship, had you become fully fledged dovah. The spark was instantaneous, Alduin immediately filled with a possessiveness he had never before experienced.

You were his at first sight - nothing Paarthurnax or anyone else did would change that.

And you really were the most captivating creature Alduin had ever met; filled to the brim with life and excitement and curiosity. Perhaps he didn't show it very much but you held his beating heart in your claws, and he was willing to risk that so long as you stayed his. And you did - you were lovely, and extraordinary, and his.

Until you weren't.

Alduin was used to anger. He had felt and understood rage, the need for vengeance. But he never thought he'd experience sorrow - he had always mocked those who felt such a thing, claiming it was a weak emotion that a true dovah would never feel. But then you had been stolen him and his heart hurt.

Ruling had always satisfied him, enjoying every being bowing to him in fear and awe - his ability to do so was the only reason he never ate the world... until there was you, of course.

The world - or at least those who understood what being the World Eater entailed - took a breath of relief when he mated with you; finally the World Eater had something to tie him down, to make him want to keep the world turning.

But then you had been murdered by those mortal scum and Alduin decided that if he couldn't have you, the rest of the world wasn't permitted to live.

However, it seemed Paarthurnax never truly cared for you, disrespecting you and your memory by siding with the mortals and sending Alduin into a time loop.

When he first returned, Alduin was filled with rage, preparing himself to hunt Paarthurnax down and kill the traitor. But then he felt it - felt you. Your soul - as long as it had been - called to his, begging him to find you.

And find you he did, even if you were in the clutches of some mortal half-breed bastard.

It didn't matter; if the World Eater wanted something, he took it. Even if you were kicking and screaming.

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I'm so sorry that took so long, and the abrupt ending. This was mostly just set up but I'm actually really interested in this concept so, don't worry, there's gonna be a part two! Thanks for reading and I hope to see you there.

#yandere skyrim #skyrim #alduin #female mc #yandere #yandere paarthurnax #paarthurnax #platonic yandere #yandere x reader #romantic yandere #dragons #male yandere #dragonborn

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