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theaawalker · 5 months

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Something to Feel, Something Real [Finnick Odair Smut]

Pairing: Finnick Odair x male!reader Song Inspo: Call Me By Your Name by Lil Nas X Word Count: 1,394 Summary: You've seen Finnick around, often through pitying eyes, but haven't spoken to him. The times you have seen, he's either with a client (flirting) or leaving them (shaking with shame, rage, and disgust). You decide to make him feel something real and mutually pleasurable. Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), emotional build-up, MxM, one-shot, begging, substance usage, cursing, narrator pov Masterlist: see fandoms (pc-friendly) A/N: This is not attached to "I Promise", my other Finnick imagine. The second part will be here shortly. Just adding a little twist to the end. *smirks villainously* In the meantime, here's some gay smut to tickle your tentacles. Peep the easter egg tho ;)

You and Finnick have your first real conversation when he’s arriving back at the Tribute center one night after spending an upsetting few hours with one of Snow’s clients. He’s in a foul mood, anger bordering on despair and self-hatred, still feeling the ghosts of unwanted fingers on his body, when he steps into the elevator and finds you smoking a joint.

"Shit, shit!” you curse, hiding the joint up your sleeve and coughing, waving your hands in the air like you can disperse the smell. “Sorry, someone was smoking in here before,” you lie.

Finnick can’t help himself. He laughs. “Give me a hit and I won’t tell anyone.”

You share the joint in the elevator, not hitting any button to go up to either of your floors. The chatter comes easy with both of you, but it’s not long before you’re stepping over friendly small talk into a genuine conversation about the wild shit you’ve seen in the Capitol and in your case, at home, too. District 2 loves to rub elbows with the Capitol, something you despise. Your comparisons and imitations have Finnick barking laughter.

During one of the lulls in conversation, he takes in your face and form, basking in the fact that he’s responsible for the smile on your face right now. He’d like to get to know you better, and fuck it, maybe he’s a little horny right now, too.

“Come to my floor?” he asks, the joint between his fingers. He takes a slow drag, watching you.

You stare at his lips as he exhales. God, the high must be hitting because all you want to do is cover his lips with yours. Like, it’s the only thought rattling around in your peanut brain. His lips curl into a smile and--Oh, shit. He asked you a question.

“Sure,” you answer.

One expression Finnick identifies all too easily is lust. And he sees it plain on your face. “Then let’s go.”

Finnick leads you to the lounge on the fourth floor, well away from the bedrooms. The giant windows let in light from the Capitol’s nightlife.

“I miss the stars,” you say once you’re both settled next to each other on a loveseat. “It’s not like there are a ton of them back home with all the light pollution, but still. There are more than here.”

Finnick gazes at the dark sky. “You should come to District 4 sometime. You can see the entire Milky Way. And instead of listening to all those cars you listen to the ocean. And you can forget everything for a few moments.”

Despite the lounge being much, much larger than the elevator, this feels far more intimate. Finnick and you face each other, your eyes flicking to his lips. He’s the Capitol sex icon and has always acted like an absolute peacock on camera, but you’ve seen him trying so hard mentoring his own tributes and taking care of Mags. There’s a lot more depth to him than what the cameras show. And you like the bits he shows off camera far, far more. Those bits are coming out tonight; a funny, deeply caring, deeply hurt young man with a vast capacity for kindness.

When he came into the elevator, he looked positively miserable and so, so defeated. Like he had been stomped on and ground down. You wanted to make him smile, a real smile, but then you couldn’t stop at just one, and now here you are. You know about his and Snow’s “arrangement”. You also know you can treat him better than any of the “clients” do even when they’re trying, and you wonder if he’ll let you treat him like that.

Your intense stare has Finnick shifting, feeling a few degrees hotter than before.

“Can I kiss you?” you finally ask, voice low. If there’s one thing being a Career has taught you, it’s to grab at any opportunity you see. Finnick swallows. “Yes,” he croaks. “Please.”

You lean forward and capture his lips, one hand on the back of the couch and the other securely in your lap. You’re close and leaning into him, but not holding him. The restraint surprises him at first. But he’s grateful for it and he relaxes. He sinks into the kiss, his own hands venturing to fist in your shirt collar and hold you there. You let him lead, let him feel your arms and touch your face and chest, but never move your own hands from their position, just pour your all into your lips against his.

The lights flick on. You and Finnick snap apart like a rubber band snapping back into shape. It’s Mags. She looks between you both with wide eyes before a mischevious smile breaks across her face. “No, no, Mags,” Finnick protests.

She winks, grinning, and flicks the lights back off. She exits.

Finnick groans. “I’m never going to hear the end of it.”

You grin and wink. “Well, if you’re never going to hear the end of it, we may as well make it worth it, right?”

His seafoam eyes lock on yours, an eyebrow lifting. He smirks. “Oh? What do you have in mind?”

Leaning forward, you whisper in his ear, “I’d like to suck you off.”

All thoughts leave his head and all blood flows straight to his groin. For once, he’s speechless. No one has ever offered this before. All the people he spends time with want his attention on them, want him to fawn over them, wants him to boost their egos with his attention. And if they did off, he’d wonder what they want in return. Exactly like he’s wondering right now. He should ask, but his brain is too focused on the thought of your lips around his dick. Does he really care what happens after as long as he gets what he wants, first?

At his silence you withdraw. “Only if you want me to, of course,” you add. The last thing you want to do is make him uncomfortable.

“Yes,” he hastily replies. “Yes. I’d love you to suck me off.”

That affirmation is all you need. You kneel in front of him and slowly unzip his pants, revealing plain boxers beneath. Finnick watches you, his heart pounding. With agonizingly slow movements, you touch his length and guide it through the gap in his boxers. He grips the cushions of the loveseat as you lick up the underside of his member, from the base to the tip. Your tongue is deliciously wet. Finally, you take Finnick into your mouth and work him slow, slow, slow. One hand balls into a fist on his leg and the other slips in your hair. He moans, a low sound that barely reaches your ears.

You can’t believe no one has ever done this before. You’ve barely started, and he looks absolutely wrecked and so goddamned pretty. His head falls back against the loveseat and he lets out a shaky breath.

Fisting him, you take your mouth off to quip, “Have I made the Finnick Odair speechless?”

He huffs a laugh, meeting your gaze. “Just wait until I have you on your back and—oh.” His words end in a strangled moan as you suck his head. You ease him a little bit further into the rhythm before you deep-throat him. By then both hands tangle in your hair and he’s whimpering and trembling, muscles taut. “Fuck. Fuck.” It’s so warm, so hot, feels so, so good.

He comes shortly after, cock hot and stiff in your mouth, his entire body rigid. As he comes down from his high he melts into the couch, both his hands gently tugging at your head. “Get up,” he pants. You comply and stand, bracing your arms on either side of his head, and kiss him. There it is again, that restraint.

“Touch me,” he moans. “Please.” He might combust if you don’t.

You obey and cup his cheeks. His hands mimic yours, holding your face to his while you kiss. His stomach feels warm and body completely relaxed, for once completely in the moment, his brain pleasantly quiet.

He opens his eyes. “What can I do for you?”

You press your forehead to his, cheeks hot. God, there’s so much you want to do to him, with him, but not tonight. “You can go to bed and get a full night’s sleep,” you answer.

What? He knows he heard you right, but what? “That’s not what I meant,” he says hesitantly. You chuckle and kiss his cheek.

“I know.” You brush back a lock of his hair. “And as much as I’d like to fuck you or you fuck me and make out well into the morning, you taking care of yourself is what I want the most. Can you promise me you’ll do that?”

Finnick can’t help the laugh that escapes him. “I promise.” He feels almost bashful. How do you know what he needs? Beneath your soft gaze he feels vulnerable and open, and while it’s foreign, it’s not unwelcome.

You smile at him, a brilliant smile that lights up the night. “Thank you.”

You’re thanking him. You just gave him a blowjob and you’re thanking him. Who the fuck are you?

After exchanging a few more minutes of sweet nothings, you leave to head to your floor. Finnick stays on the loveseat a while longer, smiling, watching the twinkling lights of the Capitol. The content expression gradually falls from his face and he sinks into the reality that is his life. At least this has been a sliver of good in what is his constant parade of masking for the Capitol. Maybe he can have a few more of those slivers when you’re around. He’s certainly going to try to grab the chances when they present themselves.

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kisakis-boyfriend · 4 months

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Idk if it's fit the theme but m reader x fremi? Where's fremi moved in reader's place and he experienced winter for the first time? Like he's used to the depth of the sea and now all he sees are snows, wanna take him to watch movies but his focus are always landed on the snows so I offer him to play w the snow mybe make a snowman:0

Pairings: Freminet x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, fluff, teasing, shoving snow under someone's clothes

Genre/Format: Fluff; Scenarios

The first time that the diver experienced heavy snowfall was rather cute. Freminet's rosy cheeks peeked from underneath his scarf as he tipped his head up, staring at the descending snowflakes in awe

It was like he couldn't even hear you; lost in the moment entirely. You stood just a few steps ahead, staring at your partner — the angel that he was as he became gradually covered in powdery snow. Freminet's eyes blinked slowly and his hands opened up, palms facing the sky while the cold flurries kissed his skin, melting after a second on the warm surface

“We're gonna be late, babe. Your siblings are going to wonder where we've been if we don't leave like right now.” You half shouted to your partner who was standing in the middle of your front yard, kicking around a chunk of icy snow

When you turned around to hurry him along again, he was muttering under his breath. Something about playing in the snow? It was hard to hear him, soft-spoken as he is, but especially so under multiple layers of clothing

Upon further questioning, you were able to get him to confess his thoughts. Freminet really wanted to experience all of those fun activities you mentioned before, when you talked about the snow and your childhood. “We'll have a snow day tomorrow, Frem. I'll clear our schedules and we can do whatever you want, promise.” You offered, though the sad expression on your partner's face caused you to cave rather quickly...

“Hmm...I think this one needs to be bigger.” Freminet said, eyeballing the ball of snow that would serve as the base of your snowman. He does have a point... As of right now, the torso is far larger than the bottom snowball. If you leave him like this he'd probably collapse and become a snow-pile-man...

Using both of your arms, you scooped up a pile of snow, carrying it over to your snowman base and packing it in together. “Much better!” You said in unison, giving each other a confident nod

Freminet has the honor of decorating the head. Using some pretty rocks and seashells to create a smile and purple eyes out of two gorgeous shells, and of course using a large carrot as the nose! It was also Freminet's idea to gift the snowy fellow a cozy scarf and one of Lyney's old top hats; giving the snowman quite a dapper appearance

While he was focused on carefully embedding the items in the snowman's head, you subtly grabbed a small handful of snow and snuck up behind your partner–

“Waaahh!!” Freminet screamed, jumping a bit when the icy substance came into contact with the small of his back. “H-hey! Why did y-you–?”

You laughed so hard that your sides began to ache, bending forward and grasping at your ribs. Freminet wasn't entirely amused, whining and jokingly calling you a ‘mean boyfriend’ 🥺

“Sorry, love. I just wanted to see your reactions,” you said between laughs, “you're too cute when you get flustered like that!”

Flustered?! Him?!

Freminet froze — feeling uncomfortably warm despite the freezing temperature outside

“Aw, there's those pretty red cheeks that I love so much!” Freminet's hands immediately flew to his face, covering his freckled (and apparently beet red!!) cheeks and turning on his heel swiftly

“You're so mean...” He whined under his breath, yet smiling when he felt familiar arms wrap around his torso, pulling him into a tight hug

#my writing #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin impact #freminet #freminet fluff #freminet x reader #freminet x male reader #fluffy #scenario #winter specials ❄️#requested #genshin x male reader #genshin x you #freminet x you

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serenaisavillain · 2 months

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The Veiled Serenade

Summary: Prince Aemond and his brother Aegon traverse amidst the murky depths of Flea Bottom, where darkness reigns supreme. A web of intrigue is woven, fraught with forbidden desires and veiled intentions. As alliances shift and secrets unravel, the stage is set for an ardent tale of power, betrayal, and illicit love affairs in the heart of King's Landing.

Warnings: Contains sensitive themes, including imagery of graphic violence, as well as depictions of sexual assault and harassment. The story contains explicit language and mature themes, including substance abuse and addiction. Authors Note: I'd love to hear your thoughts on the fic.

Aemond One-Eye.

HE COULD HEAR the hushed voices all around him. The prying eyes. The second son of Viserys and Alicent sat staring down into his piss-yellow chalice of ale. His brother Aegon had whispered into his ear at supper that they should get up to some mischief, and Aemond knowing better than to let him go alone, indulged him. There they sat in the belly of Flea Bottom, in the dim light of a tavern surrounded by cretin.

Flies buzzed around sloppily made pies on dingy round tables.

His eye gazed upon the filthy wooden floor covered in spilt ale, retch, piss, and gods knew what else.

Aemond's garments stuck to his sweat-slicked skin, making them practically translucent, and his flowing hair was reduced to damp waves. He was exposed.

The jabbering was incessant and the young prince's ears ached.

"Are you not happy that we found this place?" Aegon slurred. His wrist twisted as he spoke, his ale throwing itself over the rim of the chalice and onto the table.

Aemond cleared his throat and cast his eye towards the small stage in the centre of the room.

A musician with a mandolin stood there plucking a solemn tune.

And there he saw her. A girl no older than him of nine and one, glided in behind the instrumentalist.

Her tawny skin glistened like a bronze coin in the vicious heat of King's Landing. She was statuesque, her frame draped in a thin, silk frock. Her hair sat above her head, a crown of leaves, their branches reaching up and out.

He observed her closer, his chest rising and falling.

Her heart-shaped face accessorized by her dark eyes and long eyelashes. Her broad nose cast shadows on her cheeks in the candlelight, and her plump lips appeared shining as though they were drenched in honey.

"As wind grows cold this winters eve

The babe will cry

The thief will steal

For hunger robs them both of joy

Their empty bellies whine and roar..."

The prince's eye twitched.

Her voice was silvery, each word she chanted clawing itself into his mind.

His heart clenched.

"Excuse me dear brother," Aemond muttered.

Aegon smirked at him.

"Like what you see eh?" He taunted.

"I just need to take a piss," the one-eyed boy huffed and walked off.

The moon was pregnant in the sky, its halo casting a glow over the white-haired prince.

He inhaled.

Slightly chilled air filled his aching lungs.

He could only imagine the night on dragon-back. How the heavens would part for him and Vhagar. The wind whirling through his mane.

"I take it you did not like my song my prince?" He heard a honeyed voice.

The prince swallowed.

"I feel indifferent towards your serenading" He said refusing to turn around and meet her eyes.

She chuckled.

The girl smoothed out her garment and took a step towards him.

"I do not wish to hear such slanders," He turned facing her, eyebrows raised, eyes widened and nostrils flared.

He saw the glimmer of mischief in her amber eyes before she opened her mouth.

"Slanders must be false to be slanders my prince..." she retorted with a smirk on her shimmering lips.

The young man rolled his eyes.

"That's not a very royal gesture," she gasped, placing her soft fingers on her plump cheek.

"Forgive me Lady..."

"Waters," she curtsied.

"Ah... it makes sense now."

The young woman arched her eyebrow.

"And what exactly makes sense?" She mocked.

"You're a bastard."

She slapped him.

Her soft palm licked his face as quick as lightning struck.

His eyes darkened and a smile crept on his face before he caught her wrist.

"I must behest you... do not do that again." He said lowly.

The girl laughed dryly.

"It is a good thing I am not your servant." She spat before boxing him again.

The prince grunted behind bared teeth. Taking her other hand and pushing her smaller body into the shadowy side of the stone tavern.

Her breath was ragged as she struggled against him.

He smelled the perfume of her hair; peach, summer fruits, and white flowers. He inhaled the oil of her skin, a voluptuous bunch of spices, and allowed himself to let his eye flutter close for less than a minute.

The doors of the tavern burst open and out poured two men in search of someone.

Their footsteps furious against the moist dirt below them.

"Y/N?!" A man hollered. Aemond recognized him as the musician on stage earlier with the mandolin.

He was tall and hulking, his face covered by a full beard and his hair black and of neck length.

"Aemond." his brother slurred, before swaying into the direction of his white-haired kin.

He was laughing.

"You filthy dog. I knew you saw something you liked... perhaps we can both..." He rasped.

"Fin!" the girl whined in protest.

"Get off of her!" the musician yelled.

Aegon laughed so hard he thought he might fall over.

"First come first serve. My brother spotted her first. Maybe you'll get your turn after we've finished." he spat, itching at his sword.

Aemond loosened his grip on the girl's clothes.

"I am not a whore!" She cried attempting to shuffle past.

Aegon laughed again.

"No, no. Of course not... what do you prefer to be called these days?" He raised his eyebrows.

The other man's fist tightened.

"Whether you wear a crown or not matters little. You owe her an apology, else you'll find your guts spilled from belly to balls." The tall figure grumbled.

Aemond grabbed his brother pulling him as he walked.

"Did you hear what he-"

"Shut up! you've had too much to drink." The sober brother responded.

AEMOND PACED AROUND HIS CHAMBERS.

Y/N... he thought.

The wind was cold tonight, blowing past the Dornish silk curtains and against his pale skin.

Perhaps he was too harsh with her.

He rubbed his forehead.

And his brother Aegon... he had made a fool of himself once again. His subjects were never fond of him, but now their family was surely falling out of the common folk's favour.

The boy lay back on the menagerie of pillows that sat atop the stack of goose-feather mattresses he called his bed, picturing Y/N's tear-stained face.

He had never stooped so low as to put his hands on a woman.

How in the seven hells would he make this right?

He had no idea.

The banging on his door startled him, and he rushed to clothe himself after stumbling to his feet.

Behind the heavy Valerian steel door loomed his mother, all five foot five of her.

#house of the dragon #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x black reader #poc fanfiction #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen #alicent hightower #queen alicent #fanfic #fanfiction #aemond one eye #aemond fanfiction #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond targaryen x black!reader #aemond targaryen angst #angst

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theanimekid · 1 year

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Betrayal/ The Veil of Shadow found the new ruler

Synopsis: Love is not eternal, betrayal; cuts deeper than a scar. Now you'll be harmed no longer. You'll be loved once more. Embrace destiny, walk the veil, and rule as a Dark Queen.

Warnings: Monster, angst, sci-fi, blood, betrayal, heartbreak, death,

Shadow owes its birth to light- John Gay

“Love isn’t soft like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.” ― Stephen King, The Body

A/n: This will be about two or three chapters long, so grab some coffee, a blanket, and a couple of tissues, make that a couple boxes of tissue

Chapter 1: The Beginning and End

You will never feel pain again. You'll never feel hurt or suffering. You… will never experience betrayal… for now it was the last time… the last straw.

The Strom fumed in spikes of crimson and light-blue lighting. The chaos of thunderstorms rumbled the sky, buildings of merged flesh and bone carved into each like a deathly art, screams were heard for miles, screeching of the bats not living nor dead. As their dark sparks waved into the night. You stood, outside of your castle, watching the depths below, your body shrouded in mystery and despair. Your veil flew with the wind, eyes cold-hearted, broken no more, vengeance craving for suffering. Skin darker than a shade of navy blue. The might of the doors opened slowly, and a black substance moved within. It was quick and swift. Faster than the human eyes can catch.

It soon emerged with its fingertips skimming fingertips. Its purple hood covered its top face. He spoke in a canny yet diabolical fashion. "My Empress... the time has come," It said, As it played with its fingertips rhythmically. You turned to look at your advisor, your eyes sharpened, lowly. " Already?" You asked in a heartache and pitied tone. " I'm afraid yes, a newcomer has been seen in the human world, young and frail as he is, yet more fearful than the rest." The hand movement swayed and urged as his words, Walked away from the highland view. past your blackened throne so lonely and purposeless. Your advisor walked with you down the very, elongated hallway. Your soldiers lined up and bowed to you. "They're the same as always, Urmas."

"They live to benefit you, my beloved empress, as they will always be." He replied in assurance. The two walked for what seemed like a while and reached the end of the hallway. You stopped. Urmas stopped with you. His expression spread with little concern for his queen. " Is there something the matter, my sovereign?" You still stood there staring blankly at the door. " I-I- feel like I've been here before."

Urmas Cleared his throat. " Can you recall, my sovereign?" You shook your head, " I don't know, but yet at the same time, it feels as though." You turned to your advisor, offering your hand to him. Urmas instantly clutched it and held it to his hand. You beamed maliciously, teeth in all, "let's go raise bloodstained nightmare on humanity and make a world for my own." He smiled back." As you wish, my sovereign." The doors opened to a giant glass sphere, spiraling out of different stirs and harmonies. The two of you walked hand in hand. As you got closer to your glass sphere, lightly grazing the outer layer. Urmas walked on the other side of the figure.

The sphere's outer layer moved fluidly, liquifying. Your hand sunk into the glass sphere. Your eyes dilated, turning into a purplish pink. Your vision became severed as you gaze upon the human world into the brightness of the city. Your eyes searched and looked unnoticed. Til you found a little boy with glasses wandering down a dark alley. Frightened and alone, tight where you wanted him.

You planted his fear into his mind, it took only mere moments before he was nothing more than paste. And a small portal of flesh emerged from the brick wall, pulsating quietly like a heartbeat for an ear to listen. His body remained dismembered and fractured. His eyes plucked out of their sockets. Your eyes blurred again, returning to normalcy. With a sigh of satisfaction, you removed your hand from the sphere. Urmas clapped his hands in applause. " Another astounding work my sovereign," He feted. You walked away from the sphere and headed towards the door. You tumbled to the floor, holding both sides of your head, Your head began to hurt. Screaming in pain as your advisor tried to assist you. Your vision contradicted with light, a picnic on the hill, a man standing next to you with a loving gaze, his hand reaching out to you, calling to you…

You gasped as you raised your head. Your body trembling, your advisor slowly got you back on your feet. "My empress, are you all right?" He questioned. You sighed, bobbing your head left and right. " I-I'm fine... I just, need to rest my eyes."

*Back on Earth*

One of his shadow soldiers, sat on top of a nearby building, looking down upon its people and others. The shadow sighed in questionable purpose. It's been the fifth time this past year. The visions He saw, his queen in danger, screaming and sobbing for help, it's like an unending loop. Constantly, she was reaching out to him, calling to him...

His master emerged from the wall, Beru and Igris followed soon after, and his black coast got longer and ragged. He stopped at the edge. Sung turned his gaze toward his summon. " Is there a reason why you're not doing your patrol?" The soldier got up and kneeled before his master. " Forgive me, my king... but it feels like something has been bothering me." He didn't even bother looking upon his master. Thinking he will not believe him." And what has been bothering you?" Sung asked. He collected himself and explained clearly and carefully, not to anger him, " Lately, since the past year, I have been seeing visions... visions that I wish I could ignore, but it just couldn't." Sung knelt to his soldier's eyes. " Look at me, and tell me what you saw." The shadow soldier took a deep breath and looked dead into his king's eyes. " I saw... a woman in white, she was surrounded by black waters, she was slowly drowning, but no end. I was going to save her, but she started to cry, sobbing, calling out your name, and others. She turned to look at me, her face was recognizable... my king... I believe... that our queen is alive and needs your help."

Sung's eyes slowly widened, and he can feel his heart wailing out of his chest. She can't be... he watched her... if she is then why...

Beru and Igris can feel the energy around him growing. With his body trembling, he gripped his soldier's shoulders. " Are you... you 100 certain that's..." He nodded in response. Sung can feel his whole world collapse around him. You were alive, alive and alone, scared. " Did you anything else from your visions? Or where she could be? Did she tell you where to find her?" He started asking a million questions. But his soldier only gave him one and a solution. " She said to locate the portal where no man or light can find. The opposite of all worlds... Find the seer. And that's all I can remember."

The search for the seer begins.

Part 2 in the making👍

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yaatrickyassification · 1 year

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My Guardian angel

Synopsis: Waking up in one of the games you have played and simped for is equally draining both physically and mentally, especially when its characters have attached themselves to you.

[ Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto x fem! Reader ]

Word count: 3,886

TW: Mentions of dying, drowning, swearing, repetition of words, grammar mistakes, and not proofread.

PS: I have not played twisted wonderland for a long time, so I might get things wrong.

It was terrifying, the way water ran up to your nostrils entirely clogging it up in its presence. The flailing of your limbs in the dark ocean and in the corner of your mind you can imagine a small or a large hand making its way out of the depths of the sea, their clawed and pale white fingers tightly clutching onto your flailing ankles as you try with all of your might to swim, swim, swim, up towards the sea, to live and not to drown. And yet the hand never lets go even during your struggles.

It stays, and it’s there. Anchoring and slowly pulling you into the deep depths of the ocean with no mercy. You can vaguely hear shouts of your name in the distance, but with the way the water clogs up your nose and your mouth and everything. You can’t seem to bring it in you to care nor to think, the only thing your body can do is flail and flail around just to survive. Survive.

You open your eyes and you can see black tar rising to the sea surface as the dark substance washes over your drowning figure, covering your eyesight like a warm blanket during winter nights. And then you inhale a sharp intake of breath that leaves you wondering and confused.

I can breathe?

And then you’re opening your eyes as the water that seems to entirely close off your figure was now out of the way, and you came upon the sight of a world, a world so familiar, so pixelated, and beautiful, twisted wonderland.

Riddle Rosehearts:

"As long as you obey the rules of the Queen of Hearts, you're always welcome at Heartslabyul."

Riddle was nothing but a small child but then at that time, his small little fingers trembled in unease as his blueish-gray eyes shook furiously. It was his daily time of sneaking out of his bedroom during his break hours and going to Trey’s home to either play or eat sweets, but the loud thud startled him awake from his happy train of thought and he immediately thought about his mother, did she find out?

But what he didn’t expect to find in the courtyard of his home was a fourteen or was she fifteen? a year old girl? Inside the garden of his home, is she dead? Riddle tries to steady his breathing as he makes his way to you. His fingers gently poke at your side and he immediately backs away from your cold body, oh my god she is dead.

Riddle was about to scream and let out the most horrified and body-shaking yell he had ever ripped out of his mouth for the duration of his ten years of life, because oh sevens, did he just see a dead body fall out of the literal sky? And so, he did, his mouth opened wide as tears were about to fall from the corner of his eyes but he stopped as his eyes feast upon a small twitch of your finger.

And a groan, then the fluttering of your eyelids, and Riddle can finally see that you’re alive and… well? And you almost screamed as your eyes feast upon a young riddle that looks exactly like every fanart you have seen in the twisted wonderland fandom.

Your mouth and eyes were wide open but stopped as you saw the light tremble of the child in front of you and the look of horror in his eyes at the thought of any one of you making noise, and it came to your mind immediately. His childhood, that fucking mother-

And you seethe in silent fury, “you should go now, you don’t want to keep your mother waiting.” Riddle nodded furiously and went back towards where his room was located but stopped as he faced you and tilted his head curiously, “how did you know?”

“I’m like your guardian angel, you can say that.” You have decided, you will adopt this child and take him out of his mother’s teachings even if it means crawling through hell and back because no way you’re letting your favorite character suffer right in front of you. And he gazes up at you with a small flush on his cheeks and he mutters, “a guardian angel…”

The first few weeks were awkward, to say the least, you have known that Riddle was socially awkward and have not known social cues thanks to his fucked-up childhood, but it was hard to experience intense staring from a child who looks like he would dissect you the very second. You had asked him once and the child spluttered and his hand's fumbled all around him before finally letting out his question that was bothering him for weeks: “Where’re your wings?” And you facepalmed. How can this child be so cute?

The first thing that you have found out is that you have magical powers. Amazing, right? Teleportation and the other thing, you can’t quite describe it. Riddle had once tried to introduce you to Trey and Chenya and you were excited because wow, a meeting between characters, but who would have known that Trey and Chenya can’t see any bits or pieces of your existence? You comforted Riddle at that time.

(“Are you really real? Or are you just a figment of my imagination?” Riddle let out quiet sobs that break your heart into millions of pieces, “I am, why wouldn’t I be?” And Riddle quietly mutters out a small: My friends can’t see you. And you sigh, “you can see me, right?” He nods, “Didn’t I tell you? I’m your guardian angel, I will always be real.”)

When Riddle turned eleven you had the fantastic idea of stealing from his mother and giving him all of the sweets, you can buy from the town, (you dropped off the money on the counters, don’t worry. You have very high moral ethics.) He smiles as he looks at the dozens of strawberry tarts that you have bought, he will not ask about where’d you get the money because he has an inkling of where you’ve got it from. Bonus, you told him stories about your world and he loves it.

And when he got inside Night Raven College, you have expected him to burst and immediately confront a student who was eating burgers on a Wednesday because you were sure that the game mentioned a passing law like that, but he just… stared and sigh before sitting down in the cafeteria table with you beside him, (no one can still notice you.) You didn’t know how much of an impact your teachings were on him than his mother’s, which Riddle was thankful for.

You have expected it once, that you can’t fight canon. You don’t know where you went wrong but one phone call from his mother was the only thing needed and Riddle was back to his in-game persona, shit happens and he over blotted, you watch in horror as the seventeen-year-old boy now drenched in black tar, his screams were painful and forcefully wrenched out of his throat. “[y/n]! [y/n]! Please, where are you? I’m right! Aren’t I? I’m always right! You said it yourself, where is my guardian angel? Show yourself!” And the monster behind his back lets out a monstrous roar.

You curse and your mind swirling with thoughts that you can’t even manage to understand before finally moving to another, your head was running at full speed that you didn’t even manage to notice the sprouting wings on your backs nor the shock gasps on everyone’s faces, and you felt it, deep down your soul, you were noticed.

And before you knew it your body was running (flying?) towards the boy you have raised (fuck his mother) and he stares at your figure with wide and hurried eyes and extended his arms out to you like a cub asking for his mother, “[y/n]!” And you met him in a hug that was very much so needed.

You can feel the black tar weighing and taint deep down to your white wings that are almost turning the opposite of their original color but you don't care, all you can think about is the boy in front of you, your son, your brother, your only family.

“Hey, hey! I’m here Riddle, don’t worry. I’m your guardian angel, aren’t I?”

Leona Kingscholar:

"I don't even have time to sleep."

The sun was burning as always in the desert and all Leona needs is a peaceful and uneventful nap under the large tree of Sunset Savanna, who would have known that he would come across a girl that looks older than his age (maybe fifteen years old?) with white wings spreading out of her back and curling around her figure like a protective cocoon.

And she was wet. Dripping wet, he might add. The dry land of the Sunset Savanna was wet and all muddy now due to her dripping wings and white clothing and he scoffs before making his way to you and crouching down to watch your stable breathing and your peaceful features.

“Hey, lady, are you okay?” If it were a man, he would have kicked him and growled at him threateningly for taking his space but Leona was raised to be a respectful man towards women, what a king.

Leona sighs before reaching out a hand and stopping, hesitation seen in his eyes. Right, his magic. He’s not into turning strangers into sand the first time they meet. Leona stares and stares and stares, before getting up and trying to call someone for help. But if something unexpected happens, you surely need to expect the unexpected.

“Your highness… Please excuse my rudeness, but this servant of yours can’t see the person you’re asking for help for.” Leona grumbles and points toward your sleeping figure, “she’s right there.” He points to you but to the servant’s peripheral view, it was just wet ground. “I’m sorry your highness but—” Leona growls and puts his hands up to the sky, “augh no matter, get out of my sight.”

Leona stares at your sleeping figure before sighing and getting up from his seat, if no one will take care of you then he’ll just scurry the fuck out of here. He turns to face you for a few minutes before leaving.

You woke up to the feeling of a towel covering your entire figure and a note fluttering gently in the wind before falling right in front of you, ‘take care of yourself and pay me back after, herbivore. I don’t know what birds of your kind eat.’ Birds? You turn to your back and let out a gasp as white holy wings fill your vision, and is that a salad bowl right beside you?

For the first few weeks, Leona hadn’t visited you even once. Though, he would sometimes enter a dreamy state and think about the girl he had given food and a towel once (very unbefitting of the second prince) but then he would shake his head rapidly, terribly confusing his royal tutor. Why am I thinking about that bird?

And yet, his body finds himself running toward the tree he has seen you. A bowl of salad and another fresh towel in hand because what if you were wet again? He doesn’t want you catching a cold— ahem, he doesn’t want you wetting the ground he’s sleeping on.

And the only thing that you can do as Leona stops in front of you with his intimidating thirteen-year-old body was gape because is that Leona Kingscholar in the flesh? and in the corner of your eyes you can see the wisps of sand fluttering around the salad bowl and towel, even Leona notices it too as he immediately lets go of the things he has brought and shove them into your hands.

“Here, take it.” You didn’t pay any mind to the trembling of his fingers, and something inside of you sparks your thinking. I won’t turn to sand, right? And you reach out to hold his tightly trembling hands, you watch as his face contorts to horror and disbelief as he tries to swat your hand away from his, “you what are you doing?!— Do you want to die?” And you smiled as you felt the wisps of sand calm down under your touch.

“You— how.” He looked at your non-disintegrating figure and calmed down under your fingertips, “you— what’s your name?” You smiled, “[y/n] [l/n], your highness. Oh, and please, I’m not a bird, I think so.”

“Then, what are you?” “a guardian angel, maybe?” He furrows his brows, “are you dumb?”

And ever since then, Leona had taken time out of his royally busy day to spend time with you, you should be honored he said.

You especially love your wings; you can fly and do tricks in the air that you can’t do before. You have tried to take Leona flying with you at one time but was greeted with a gentle swat of his hands, (he isn’t much scared of touching you now) but you still force him to fly with you and he looks at you with such a murderous look, you were scared for a second. But the way his eyes light up and his hands trying to touch the clouds with a peaceful serene smile on his face, lets you know that he was enjoying it.

When he turned fourteen, you were greeted by a slap by the door as he hurriedly went inside his room, his pristine white clothing now stained with food and drinks, and with the way he tried to stifle his sobs and his low growls tells you exactly what happened during that birthday party, you manage to coax him to tell you who were the ones that did this to him.

Safe to say, Leona wakes up the next day that four noble families got banned from Sunset Savanna for the crimes of being disrespectful to a royal. Leona stares at you suspiciously for the whole day, he was grateful but won’t tell you.

And when the time for the spell drive tournament comes around the corner, you watch so intently as Leona scores every goal and defense towards his opponents, he was crushing it that you almost hope that Malleus won’t come and take this boy away from the spotlight he should have ever since he was a kid.

And you smiled as Leona was given the championship trophy and the best player of the game medal, and Leona turned to look in your direction with adoration in his eyes and a thankful smile, “thank you,” he mutters. You just hope that he won’t over-blot.

He over-blotted, fuck. You didn’t take into account the fact that Malleus Draconia can see you, you thought a nice conversation would be good with the man because come on, he was one of your favorite characters too, and Leona might have… Found out some way, you let out a curse as a sand tornado encloses you in, “don’t worry [y/n], I’ll let you out soon, I just need to take care of some pests.” You want to smack him in the head.

And you can feel the world pulling and closing you in and their whispers of: come on, it’s time to leave. You don’t belong here. Like hell, you were leaving the man who you spent your teen years and have fallen in love with.

And you can feel the fire, fire so scorching that it can burn up the entire world into ashes. And the sandstorm surrounding you is littered with flames and Leona turns to look at you with wide bewildered eyes, in the background you can hear Lilia shouting things that consist of: “an archangel?” your identity crisis of being a bird has finally been solved, thanks, grandpa.

It was time to bring your boyfriend back to sanity.

Your eyes glowed gold in color as you wrapped your wings around the tired lion who had just finished over-blotting, thank God, or sevens. Ruggie turns to you with an indiscernible expression on his face, “you were real?” “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Like, I mean I can’t see you, so, I thought Leona was kind of delusional once aha—”

“Well, it defeats the purpose of being a guardian angel of Leona if you can see me, right?”

(Omake:

Falena receiving threatening messages from a so-called guardian angel: What the fuck is this bullshit. Let me follow this.)

Azul Ashengrotto:

"This is just… spectacular!"

When Azul first laid his eyes on you, he was bewildered. He hasn’t seen a mermaid in these parts and surely mermaids with wings. This was his first experience of meeting a winged mermaid, his parents told him once in his bedtime stories that a Mélusine can grant you wishes if you have ever stumbled upon them once. And he is very excited to get those wishes.

He lets out a toothy smile as his eight tentacles crawled through the ground to reach the slumbering mermaid, her white wings curling around her like a protective cocoon. Pretty, Azul suddenly has the urge to touch the mermaid’s wings. It can be his first wish, he reasoned with himself. And his stubby little fingers reach out to your wings gently and sacredly, as if he was handling a precious artifact from the sea. And a touch was form, feather, and skin. You woke up in a dark place and all you can think about is drowning—

You were breathing so harshly, your vision splashed with dark spots as you felt like you were drowning, and you can’t breathe— Really? Is this how you die a second time? By drowning again? And your fingers made their way to your neck, tightly clutching onto it like a lifeline, and a terrified small whisper made its way to your unhinged ears, then suddenly, you were waking up from the panic attack that seemed to consume you.

Your eyes wandered all over the place before finally focusing on a small octopus who was looking at you with terrified eyes, you can’t believe that you just literally traumatized a child with your panic attack. Then you’re spluttering, is that a young Azul Ashengrotto right in front of you? “Azul?” And Azul stood even more upright than before bowing his head at a thirty-degree angle.

“Y-yes! No! I meant; how do you know my name?” And before you could answer, the child gasps and points at your wings again. You were shocked as wings were sprouting at your back. “What the fuck— I— What is this?” You forgot that you have a child in front of you. He points and shouts: “wings! They’re very pretty!” You tilted your head to the side.

“Thank you?” Azul gasps and points at himself, “how did you know my name? Is it because you’re a Mélusine and came to grant my wishes?” “What’s a Mélusine?” Azul shyly grins before answering your question, “mermaids who have cool wings and cool tails!” He looks down at his tentacles with a bitter smile, “and they said you can grant wishes! So, can you—you grant my wish?” Quite ironic, since he was the one granting wishes the last time you played. You didn’t have the heart to refuse the young ten-year-old Azul so you nodded your head.

“Can—can we be friends?” He bowed, and this was the start of a blooming friendship between loners.

The first few weeks, Azul has brought you different foods that his family restaurant makes. You were grateful but you need to tell him to stop because he might make his family bankrupt with how much he’s giving you free food. “You might turn bankrupt with how much you’re giving me food.” Azul shakes his head, “no problem! Mom makes a lot of delicious food; we will never go bankrupt!” What… A positive child.

You dreaded the start of another school year, you watched as Azul slumped on your tail sadly, “what’s got you in the dumps?” You ask, “school, they’ll bully me about my tentacles again.” He grumbles as he grips your scaly flesh causing you to flinch and he immediately retracted his hand seeing your reaction.

“Sorry.” And he wilts before brightening up again and pointing at his tentacles, “can I make a wish? I want to have your tail.” You stared in horror at the man, will he go that far just to get accepted by society’s standards? You can feel the tears stinging your eyes but you paid no mind and held Azul’s cheeks gently.

“I won’t do it.” As if you can grant wishes, “I like you as Azul not whatever you wanted for yourself because you wanted to fit in, kids like them bully those who are different because they’re not unique they’re just inconsequential cogs in this game but you’re not, you’re perfect the way you are.” Azul cries in your chest as he lets out the insecurities deep inside his soul.

You’ve followed Azul once inside of his school (because you were a worried mother hen) to find him shouting at his bullies telling them that they’re inconsequential cog pieces, oh my god.

And when he finally mastered his special magic, the first thing that he did was grant your wish just like how you have granted him his wish of being his friend, “I’ll have my wish granted at a later time.” Azul tilts his head to the side, “what will I show you then?” You smiled, “everything that you do impresses me.” Azul preens at that.

And when the time for Night Raven College, you cried as you spotted the legs you were familiar with, you were stuck with a tail for years. You fall on your butt as your legs wobble and Azul hurriedly helps you up, the both of you peacefully unaware of two sets of prying eyes. “So, this is the Mélusine you were talking about Azul?” Jade asks as Floyd grins, “she looks so fragile, can I hug her?” And Azul immediately came to your rescue by shielding you away from the tweels.

Sevens bless him by that, because man, the tweels sure are intimidating in real life. The Lord has mercy. Wait, did they just see you? You tilted your head to the side, and so did Azul, “you can see her?” The tweels look at each other with confusion clear on their faces and they nod their heads. Safe to say you were pulled into a lot of mischievous pranks because people can’t see you and they can get away from it.

You expected Azul to be in his in-game persona when he went to Night Raven College, but no. He was better, he grants wishes but asks for money instead of their weaknesses and strong magics. And he already implanted the point system that was only applied after his overblot in the monstro lounge.

You cheered and hugged Azul as tightly as you can, because wow character development. The tweels watch in the background as their dorm leader gets assaulted by a frail winged mermaid, “Azul! I’m very proud.” Azul splutters as he tries to hide his blossoming cheeks in his fedora hat. “A—About what?!” You can’t tell him that everything went worse in another universe, so you smiled. “You grew up.” Azul huffs.

“Of course, hey, you didn’t make a wish yet. My offer still stands, but of course, since you’re my guardian Mélusine I won’t ask for any payment—”

#yaatrickyassification #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland riddle #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #twisted wonderland leona #twst leona #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #twisted wonderland azul #twst azul #azul ashengrotto #azul x reader

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ʚ 📜ɞ ˚ · . Meeting Elliot For The First Time:

tags: Elliott x reader

word count: 605 words

warnings: English isn't my first language so expect some errors scattered about

hi hello, have this short fic of Elliott I wrote. If you have any requests then feel free to send an ask! Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated 💐

Fic below the cut!

It was May when you met him. The air smelled of salt, and the ocean breeze was cold from the early morning. With your feet buried in the sand, you stared into the horizon, empty of the rising sun. Your hair danced in the wind like the waves that would seep their way into the sand and under the soles of your bare feet. You shivered but didn't move. You focused on fishing and selling your catch to Willy, hoping for enough money to keep yourself afloat even for just a day. You moved into your grandfather's dilapidated farm a few days ago, and after meeting the local fisherman of the valley, he graced you with his old fishing pole. Fishing pulled in the money faster than farming would ever do. And with the leaks that seemed to multiply in the shack of a house you now called home, you needed more money to fix them than ever.

You were alone for the most part, or as alone as you could be with Willy fishing in his own little world on the docks. But after working for Joja in little metal cubicles that felt more like prison cells, surrounded by hundreds of other prison cells, you learned how to feel alone in crowds. No one in your old life would talk to you, aside from the occasional 'I need the report in an hour', the rare 'Thanks', and the even rarer 'Hello'. But that was then. And the first few days you spent in Stardew Valley had more substance than the years you spent in the city. There, you merely existed. Here, you lived.

Your musings were interrupted by the sudden tug of your fishing pole. You stumbled forward, kicking sand as you kept the pole close to your chest. You pulled and reeled in your catch. In what seemed like hours of tug-of-war, you finally pulled in your beast of a fish. Which so happened to be a sardine, barely 9 inches long. You frowned, disappointed.

"You've done better than me, better than I ever could."

You turned your head and saw a gentle smile. He was tall, all shoulders. His eyes were brown, framed by long lashes and the subtle wrinkles that came with age. His hair was as warm as the suit jacket he wore. If you weren't so enamored, you would judge his fashion sense. "Your arrival sparked many a conversation!" He offered his hand. "I'm Elliott; pleasure to meet you." And he said it with sincerity, a feeling still foreign to you. You gave him a smile of your own and shook his hand before dropping your measley sardine in your basket. You cast another line, and both of you watched it disappear into the depths of the ocean.

"I'm new to this town myself. I moved in a year before you did," Elliott continued. The ocean breeze blew some of his stray hairs into his face. "I was lucky to have kind Willy with me to help me settle."

His eyes met yours for a brief moment before he turned to the sun rising from where the sky met the sea. The morning shined in oranges and yellows. And in the growing warmth of the sun, Elliott seemed to glow. "I'd like to extend that kindness to you." The waves tickled your toes as you took in a deep breath of morning air. "If you need help or a simple chat, my door is open for you." There it was again, that sincerity. You looked at him, and your heart trembled. It was May when you fell in love.

#stardew valley #sdv elliot x reader #sdv elliot x farmer #sdv elliott #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley fanfic #elliott sdv #stardew elliott #🌱 writing :: ELLIOTT

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CHASING THAT FUZZY FEELING

txt as my favourite shoegaze songs

♯ — txt x gn!reader ⋆ fluff ⋆ angst ⋆ blurbs

warnings! — cringe, cheesy, not proofread, lowercase intended, extremely corny

note — i'm not completely satisfied w soob's n tyun's T-T notes, reblogs, feedback always appreciated!

YEONJUN — lovely crawl by fleeting joys

"i’m looking for something that’s lost in the light"

yeonjun can be considered what some would call a hedonist. always looking for cheap thrills, things that numb and burn, that die out just as quickly as he does come morning time. everyone knows it, they pity him, and they pity you. you, who despite being aware of yeonjun’s ways, fell victim to his never-ending pursuit of pleasure. he’s here for a good time, you’re here for a long time. you thought you’d be content with the superficial affection he provides, but alas, you long for substance. constantly teetering on the edge of nothing and something, yeonjun only wants you at your best, and your best is when you’re igniting his flame of hedonism. it drowns you— the noise, the strobelights, the waiting. you’re always waiting for more, for something. but on fleeting occasions, when yeonjun’s not even conscious, passed out on the floor from the highs of self-indulgence from the night before, when it’s quiet. that’s when you can crawl up next to him, the physical closeness aids in the illusion of there being something more.

SOOBIN — bloom by glare

"your smile blooms one on me"

to say that soobin is the embodiment of a first love is like saying the sky is blue. but it’s not the exciting, puppy love type that people always say it is. falling for him is a slow descend, that budding feeling that grows, a kind of affection that’s been there all along, it just needed to sprout. soobin is a flower. a flower that opens up when the time is right, and when it is, he brings a soft hue of salvation to your bleak world. you may be fooled, because a beautiful flower can be admired by many, but you know that the blossoming emotions that soobin feels are true to only you. delicate but strong, he can withstand all the harsh conditions that the world rains down on him because you’re here, it’s a mutual assurance. it’s a love that’s gentle and nurturing, in the way that he makes you want to grow and become beautiful just like him. he supports you in every step of the way, with a smile, and it’s all you need, really.

BEOMGYU - mellow by whirr

"always between me and you"

beomgyu is aware of the ephemerality of life. he thinks there’s a certain beauty to it, honestly, how nothing lasts forever. that’s why he would consider himself a simple person, taking pleasure in the little things that make up the transience called happiness. but deep down, beomgyu is afraid. he has been loved before, and he has loved, too. he has loved too much, too intensely— but unfortunately, love is not an exception, regardless of how much beomgyu wished otherwise. so when you came into his life, beomgyu desperately hoped that nothing would take you away, that you’re not just a fleeting moment. no one gets him like you do, the way you just know. beomgyu thinks that you might just actually be his soulmate, because your connection transcends anything words can describe. he’s convinced that he must've been surrounded by cardboard cutouts his whole life, as no one but you has ever conveyed so much depth with their existence alone. monotony is beautiful with you— in fact, he would be content with just laying on the floor in your presence for eternity. so just this once, he wishes for you to be the exception.

TAEHYUN — angel by drop nineteens

"and i believe that dreams come true, cause you came when i wished for you"

“larger than life” is a phrase that would encompass taehyun’s existence perfectly. his genuine love for this cruel world impresses many, as if he knows of a transformative secret that is the key to living his life to the fullest. maybe it’s his vast curiosity, to want to know not only of the wonders of life, but also how he can get back up even after it knocks him down. taehyun believes that negativity is too draining, because of that, being with him is like a transformative experience in and of itself. he must be a higher being, an angel, 'cause even at your lowest, just one hint of a smile from him is enough for you to ascend to the clouds. that floating feeling never leaves you when you’re with him, it swallows you whole, and it makes you wonder how you could feel sad ever again. even when the clouds clear, when you two are at your most vulnerable, under the gaze of the stars, you’ll watch the skies in taehyun’s eyes instead, they shine brighter in there anyway.

HUENINGKAI — how fast can you love by pia fraus

"tomorrow, please love me"

kai has been patient his whole life. his passion drives him, he’s been walking a lonely road to achieve his dreams. he had always thought that he grew up too fast, no time for insignificant matters, kai’s world is a world in which he has to fight to survive. of course, that doesn’t mean that he’s completely immune to youthful desires, and kai wishes for nothing more than to turn back time so he could feel like a real person again, even just for a little while. and when you came into his life— a force to be reckoned with, you are, he thinks that letting himself indulge for once wouldn’t hurt. so he lets his passion consume him this time, and only then does he realise how lonely he has been all along. kai is tired of being patient, and it shows through his complete vulnerability when he’s with you. even though it’s hard, he’s so used to locking his emotions away in his heart-shaped box, you can tell he’s really trying. kai puts every ounce of himself in the potential of your love, because then he would finally have something to hope for, no matter how unsure he may be.

#txt x reader #txt headcanons #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt angst #txt fluff #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #hueningkai x reader

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sovaghoul · 6 months

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⚠️DISCLAIMER⚠️

This post is meant all in good fun and is not intended to offend anyone's religious or spiritual sensibilities. I'd hope any Ghost fan would realize that, but you never know. I tagged this with "Scooby-Doo Satanism" for that reason. That said, if you DO want to do this in earnest, feel free. Also CW/TW for Catholicism.

So I thought to myself, "Self, Ghost sells Grucifix rosaries. There's also the "Dark Lord’s Prayer" in Ritual. And the "Holy Mother" bridge in Griftwood is kind of like a Hail Mary."

So I researched and embellished upon traditional rosary prayers and came up with this. Based upon the Meliora rosary because that's the one I have.

All prayer/lyrics credit to our Tender Father.

Begin by holding the Grucifix and reciting (or singing, if you prefer) The Depth of Satan's Eyes (Prayer A):

Into the eyes of fire

Into the gaze ablaze

Into the burning light

Of Satan's rays

Into the source of wisdom

Beyond the Bible lies

Into the endless depth

Of Satan's eyes

Next, on the first large bead, recite The Dark Lord’s Prayer (Prayer B):

Our father, who art in Hell

Unhallowed, be Thy name

Cursed be the sons and daughters

Of Thine nemesis who are to blame

Thy kingdom

Come

nemA

On each of the following large beads, recite The Holy Mother (Prayer C, 3x total):

Holy Mother

You washeth the sin from my feet

Holy Mother

You shine like the sun and the moon

And the stars in the sky

The world rests heavy on your shoulders

Holy Mother

You shine like the sun and the moon

And the stars in the sky

In the space before the next large bead, recite Year Zero (Prayer D):

He will tremble the nations

Kingdoms to fall one by one

Victim to fall for temptations

A daughter to fall for a son

The ancient Serpent Deceiver

To masses standing in awe

He will ascend to the heavens

Above the stars of god

Hell Satan, Archangelo

Hell Satan, welcome Year Zero!

Repeat The Dark Lord’s Prayer (B) on the next large bead.

On the space after the bead, recite Per Aspera Ad Inferi (Prayer E):

Oh Satan, devour us all

Hear our desperate call

Per aspera ad inferi (x4)

Continue along the strand widdershins (counter-clockwise), and repeat The Holy Mother (C) on the next 9 large beads (9x total).

Repeat Year Zero (D), Dark Lord’s Prayer (B) and Per Aspera Ad Inferi (E) before, on, and after each single large bead, respectively, as before (3x total).

Repeat Prayers B-E in the same manner until returning to the Bite of Passage (the Y junction leading back to the Grucifix).

Four final prayers, Stand By Him (F), Majesty (G), Con Clavi Con Dio (H), and Satan Prayer (I), end the rosary, again holding the Grucifix:

A moon shone bright above Her trial

As flames ate through Her body defiled

The Witch Hammer struck Her down

On our Sabbath, She's unbound

'Tis the night of the Witch

'Tis the night of the Witch tonight

And the Vengeance is Hers

For as long as She stands by Him

⛧

Old One, Master

All beauty lies within You

Your Infernal Majesty!

⛧

Sathanas, we are One

Out of three, Trinity

Siamo con clavi

Siamo con Dio

Siamo con il nostro Dio scuro

⛧

Believe in one god do we

Satan almighty

The uncreator of heaven and soil

And the unvisable and the visable

And in his Son

Begotten of Father

By whom all things will be unmade

Who for man and his damnation

Incarnated

Rise up from hell

From sitteth on the left hand of his Father

From thense he shall come to judge

Out of one substance

With Satan

Whose kingdom shall haveth no end

nemA

#the band ghost #grucifix rosary #satanic rosary #scooby-doo satanism #the depth of satan's eyes #year zero #griftwood #ritual #con clavi con dio #stand by him #majesty #per asper ad inferi #satan prayer #ghost lyrics #lyrics as prayer

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pieroulette · 1 year

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L♡VE $CAM (short teaser)

2022 ・ 18+ ・ oneshot — dark romance trope

A young man with a limitless of deceptive images spiraling into the depths of inferno of money, women and deception. With alluring orange lips that came out nothing but unforgivable lies, icy touches with cherry pink cheeks and innocent doe eyes that hold the promise future in it — sympathy, regret nor love was never part of it. That is until he met you.

| CAST: HEESEUNG X FEM! READER

warning: alcohol, substances, degrading, emotional manipulation, money scam, depiction of suicide and stress, hysterical reaction, suggestive touches, bdsm, dirty talks, dry humping, oral sex (f. receiving), dom! heeseung, nipple play, vaginal fingering, slight angst in the end (?) — this teaser only has little smut scenes and also a bit of Sooha LMAO, manipulation, fem! reader slightly forced against her will and a negative view on herself and :3

The full oneshot that's gonna be release may or may not have all the content mentioned above. and a bit more warnings to be updated later.

a/n: nothing in this story can be tolerated nor condoned in reality, remember this is just an ff. It's only meant to satisfy the readers!

Love is blind. Love is a blessing and a curse at the same time. It felt so unreal but at the same time so real as their skin pressed against each other in a slow and sensual rhythm over the past few hours.

A declaration of love escaping their mouths one after another as they dwell in their bliss and pleasure.

His dainty icy fingers trailed down to her face, neck, arms and hips — stroking it as if she was the most fragile thing in the world, to be held and to be comforted, to be protected and loved dearly — a feeling that no one could ever deny nor refuse.

It was a blessing, a miracle, a rare gift that anyone could found in a lifetime. Once seen, should held, once held should be protected, that was what was taught to us a child.

"Sooha?"

Her eyes fluttered open amidst the bliss she was in, "Hm?.."

The tight grip she had on his bare arms had left a nail marks on it, a hiss left his mouth as he pulled her hands off and planted a soft kiss on it earning a sigh of bliss from the girl.

"Thank you."

"For w-what? Ah!" A sudden and soft thrust hits the sweet spot inside her making her eyes roll to the back of her head in complete pleasure.

"For giving me the honour to be one with you tonight." Another thrust, a yelp left the girl's mouth, another gentle kiss on her hands as he continued to do so.

The girl wasn't able to make out of words as she was drowning in the pleasure the man was giving to her, but one thing's for sure; she was in utter heaven, happiness engulfed her being as she couldn't believe that she had strike the jackpot. The lush black hair that had sticked to the young man's forehead due to the sweat trailing down his flushed cheeks, his doe eyes staring deep into her soul — words that she could imagine were written on his eyes; love, genuine love.

"E-.. Ethan, I'm even m-more luckier-" another yelp escape from her mouth as the bed creaked in the process, her fingers interlocked with his in a tight grip. "T-to have you.."

A scream. An utter scream of pleasure emits in the dimly light room one after another.

The night was still young, the moon was still up in the sky bestowing it's pure moonlight on it's people.

Clink, clank.

The young man stood in silence as he dressed up himself in his luxury black suit after taking a shower, his eyes lingering on the girl worn out and tired but in a complete satisfaction as she laid her head on the pillow, her hair sticking out all over the pillow as her chest rose and fell.

"Thank you." The young man stood beside the bed with a sweet smile adorning his face as he grabbed the girl's hand, rubbing it in a gentle manner in which she smiled in return, taking in the wonderful sight of her lover.

Her lover. The man she randomly bumped into while rushing to work with a cup of coffee in her hand, resulting in a complete mess on his seemingly expensive suit. An apology she did as she shut her eyes tight while bowing down in complete embarassment, vowing to pay no matter what but to her surprise — it was met with an abashed chuckle, and a pleasant melody of his deep voice flowing through her ears "It's okay, you can perhaps repay me back with a favour someday?"

And with that, she raised her head looking up only to see the man in question rubbing his neck with his lip pressed in a tight manner as he opened it again, voicing his innocent request, "See that restaurant over there?"

Across the street, there stands a highly expensive restaurant with people in a classy attire entering and exiting with a shiny black car being opened for them.

Something she could never dreamed of getting her cheap brown heels into.

"I- I couldn't-" gulping in utter embarassment, unable to finish her words.

"No, I wasn't implying that!" A chuckle escaped from his sweet orange lips that flashes a questionable thought right through her mind, his lips must taste sweet isn't?

Eyes widening in the process, ashamed of what she had thought over a complete stranger she had met on a street.

"I was saying, I'll treat you to a dinner and perhaps get to know each other?"

She couldn't believe what she had heard, jaw dropping over the request of this man in front of her. Tall and beaming, nearly looking like almost a giant if he had even tried to close the distance between them again. His lush black hair flowing along with the gentle wind with grace as it covers parts of his innocent bright eyes that crinkled in the little smiles, almost resembling the half moon. He looks intimidating at first sight which answers the fact why she was so afraid at first, but she couldn't believe how shy he was. Almost like an innocent boy in a grown man's body, his little habits of biting his lip as he couldn't supressed the slight grin appearing on his lips.

Despite the obvious damage she had done to his suit.

She chuckled, clearing her throat as she, too, realise her slightly flushed cheeks over the hot young man in front of her, "I don't know your name yet, and you're asking me out for a dinner? Wouldn't be too straightforward?.. Especially your suit.."

"N-no! No. Don't worry about it, I could get a new one. I could always get a new one." a slight chuckle emits in the air as he looked down and then raising it to look her deep in the eyes, "But I don't know if I could ever get the chance to meet someone like you again."

A thud. A two. Then a third. Her heartbeat jumped in surprise and blood rushing up to her cheeks further flushing the faint like tomato on her face.

"My name's Ethan, how about yours?"

A short and seemingly innocent requests which then turn into flirty remarks, a simple exchange of name which leads to a whole new chapter- no a book, a whole new world seemingly like a fairy tale one.

Ethan, he was a perfect picture of a kind-hearted and gentle prince from the fairy tale books and she was the damsel in distress.

In which he often corrects it as his queen. His queen that he promises the world and everything in it.

And tonight was the night they sealed their fates to each other, just a day before their grand wedding in private and expensive wedding venue and before his family, her soon to be in-laws. Imagining herself in the big and lacy patterned wedding dress she had tried on a week before, the price tag on it that she swore she could never pay until she dies, and the cinderella-like heels that costs over a thousand jewels embedded into it which was specifically made for her.

Who could've thought a simple accident with a coffee could turn into a fairy tale book?

Or so she thought.

Love is blind.

Low chuckle emits in the air, sighing blissfully as he couldn't help but be baffled over the worn out girl on the bed.

One simple declaration of love and she had already allowed him to shoved himself deeper within her save haven. Her safe haven that she willfully gave him over a few sweet promises.

A family, a perfect man, a promised life and future, and money.

Truly, it baffles him that a simple words tainted with a promise for the future and a dose of pleasant tone, sweet to hear and tasty to consume does the young girl beneath him were enough to be drunk on the love he was giving onto her.

His once love-filled eyes turned into a heavy dark and sinister ones as he let the girl fell into her slumber.

This was just the beginning of his plan.

Days passed in a complete agony and impatience as Sooha sat on the edge of the bed with the phone on her hand, red eyes brimming in tears as she bit her nails in fear of her lover's life on the other side of the line.

"W-what? They are hunting you down? For what? What did you even do? Why would they?!"

Questions one after another, with almost half of them left unanswered.

"I don't know." Sooha's heart broke down into pieces as she was forced to hear her lover's cry of pain, she could only imagine how he look like right now. Bruised and ragged, worn out and no one by his side accompany him through his troubles. "I need you. I really need you r-right now, Sooha- we only have each other right now."

And of course, she exclaimed her love for him without much thought. Of course, he was her lover.

"Ethan, don't worry. I won't leave you. Tell me. Tell me how can I help you?!"

Silence.

"E-Ethan?"

"I-i.. need some money. I couldn't use my credit card because they could trace me down and who knows what could t-they do to me, Sooha.." a couple of sniffs and then another bawls of tears emits on the other side of the line.

"M-money? You say?" She hesitated but continued, "H-how much?"

A day turned into a two, a week turned into a month. A month turned into a year.

By then, it was too late when she realised.

Too late, too late.

She had been fooled as her grip tightens around her phone, screaming and bawling in tears as she punched her chest countless of times, choking in her tears unable to bring out any words. Her heart felt like it it was stomped mercilessly, broken into pieces as she had couldn't believe what had happened. Not only her heart, her body, or her undying love she had given but every last bit of her hard-earned money were given to that man she called her 'lover'.

Her lover that she loved so much that she spent day and night taking out loans from every place she could ever think of for him, just for him. Him.

But how atrocious it was when one day he didn't answer her phone calls nor her texts messages. He was gone without a trace in the world. She reported it off to the police at once still in hopes that this might not be the case, and that he'd only got into an minor accident unexplainable things could've happen, but no.

In the depths of the crawling fear in her mind, she was right.

She was fooled.

"Ms. Sooha, the guy you've been meeting this entire time was not the guy you think he was—"

Shattered she was, broken to her core with the tears unable to form in her eyes anymore due to the atrocious betrayal she had been cursed upon to.

She knew it was her fault too.

She thought she had strike the jackpot; the perfect prince, her prince.

Foolish indeed.

And her perfect prince has his newly bought leather shoes go on a walk across the street in a bright sunny day, his attire consisting of a white plain shirt with a few buttons off, revealing a bit of his toned chest with his dark brown jacket thrown over his right shoulder. His once perfectly straightened hair was now messy almost resembling your handsome neighbour next door.

Heeseung takes in the fresh fragrance of the city, whistling in a carefree way as he walked across the street, passing each and different lady taking a quick glances at him and some was bold enough to approach him and ask for his number.

This was nothing new for him, in fact, it's now part of his daily life. To dig in the money of the countless of women who had taken an interest in him, their manicured fingers stroking his face as he held their other hand planting yet another soft kiss with a shy confession.

He knew what they wanted, and he gave it to them. A hot young man that perfectly fits every women's ideal type; tall, innocent eyes but with intimidating aura, a man that could protect you and held you close in his embrace as he profess his undying love for you.

A perfect copy of a fairy tale prince, or the perfect dream, to be exact. A dream that was too good to be true and yet—

And yet, they're still fallen for it with a big and wide smile on their face and he knew that their hearts and their minds were running with what if's and how is this possible, and just like that, he'll manipulate them and turned his words into their very unique piece of fairy tale.

Heeseung was baffled again, those girls thought that they had strike the jackpot. They thought they were the player of the game, and that they had won and conquered the finest and valuable chess piece; him.

But what they didn't know was that he was the owner and the maker of the chess board. The game and the player themselves both functions in his will and desires. He pulled the player's strings on and off, left and right, up and down and they felt that they were dancing in bliss with their own will — not aware that they were just a marionette dancing like a foolish in their own dreams.

"H-help me!" Heeseung's thoughts were snapped into thin air as he turned to the fragile voice hidden in the depths of the dark alley.

So weak, so small. How pathetic as he stared at the young girl forced against her will as a man amongst his other friends rubbed his body against her on the wall.

"Don't you think you're getting a bit too overboard here?" Heeseung smiled a little as the man stopped immediately upon hearing him, his face splattered with annoyance all over it.

"None of your business. If you don't wanna get beaten up to a pulp then get lost."

Heeseung took notice of the girl's frame, and he could only supressed his chuckle as his guesses were right; small, weak and fragile. The plain brown buttoned shirt that were ripped in half almost showing your inner top, your floral skirt that covered down to your knee and your old-fashioned shoes.

You.

Everything about you speaks the lowest and deepest point of human's social status.

You weep silently as you turned to the man you could perhaps call your saviour if he don't change his mind right now and your breathe hitched at the breathtaking sight of him. You wish you could take a picture of him right now but you were sure nothing could capture his beauty.

In a split moment, you felt like you were nothing compared to him. Everything about him speaks to you that your gonna never be able to touch him with your dirty stained hands.

He was clean and you were dirty.

"Do you know him?" He speaks to you and you felt as if your tongue was cut off over how he softly speaks to you as if you were a feather bound to be broken anytime.

You stayed silent.

"Fuck, just get lost. I bought her with my own fucking money so she's mine. If you want one, go to that- fuck what's the name again?"

You tightened your grip on your skirt, clenching it in utter embarassment.

"Whatever, listen here. That brothel is just right over there so just turn your dumb head and get lost, okay bro?"

You yelp in pain when the man leans in to pepper kisses on your neck again, you were too weak to kick him off, to weak to do anything. You were so weak it pains you so much and especially him.

"The fuck do you want?!" It happens in a blink of an eye when you realise the man who had assaulted you were hit with a full blown punch resulting in him falling on the ground with a loud thud. "Fuck you! Who the fuck do you think you are?!"

"Well? You're forcing her against her will, that's basically consent now, right?" Heeseung tilted his head in a mocking manner as he clicked his tongue inside his cheek. This was odd. He shouldn't have done that.

So why?

His veins felt like it was on raging fire and his hand clenched to the point his knuckles had gone white. He didn't know why he were so affected and tensed up over what happen.

But seeing you there all messed up because of them gave him such a uneasy feeling, the moment you raised your eyes to look at him — it made him felt something weird.

"Huh?!!!"

"It means I don't need your fucking consent to teach you a lesson, bastard!!" You watched as chaos unfolds in front of you.

"No! No! Please stop! Don't—" your cries of protests were ignored by him.

Chaos it was, you were sure there was no way he could fight against the many of them.

The tight grip on your floral skirt has loosen as you watched them with a deep fear splattered on your face and eyes shutting tight to avoid the horrific sight unraveling before you, you immediately raised your palms — a helpless attempt to cover your face with your dirt stained hands.

It was scary, you couldn't take it in as you were in utter fear as your ears were forced to hear the cries of pain who god knows who.

It was unbearable, you were too weak. Too precious for this world. Too fragile to live in this world.

Too small, too weak, too . . .

— too bad.

Your lips slowly tugged up in the slightest grins behind the hands covering your sinister eyes.

"Looks like we got ourself another victim." you thought to yourself, chuckling lowly as you opened the gap of your fingers which revealed your eyes to the sweet and hot chaos before you.

Him.

📌author's note: love it? feedbacks no matter how short or long would be so nice and lovely <3 thank u for reading ^^ I'm too busy w my studies and everything so I couldn't update, this is what I could write for the month.

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madtotry · 6 months

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turn the hourglass about and all the sand is running out one. — two. — three. — coming soon.

hiccup haddock x reader

a/n. gn reader. set not long after the first part (but there's still a gap). reader's dragon is one i created myself (more will be revealed about her). the second chapter/part!! ♡ 1.3k

when you see hiccup again, you pretend your last meeting never happened. it's like the same feeling all over again, and if you blink you feel like you're gliding over the ocean with him again, hands twitching as you try so hard not to run away; and yet still you fail.

but you're not in the sky, you're sat in the cold dirt and grass, and you're trying to stay calm.

it feels harder now, sitting across a campfire with him, like if you tried to run you wouldn't be able to. you try to tell yourself that's not true, that at any moment you could jump on elsa's back and fly away and it's not as if hiccup would try to stop you. but the truth does no good soothing your tight throat and light head.

hiccup does most of the talking, and you don't interrupt him — whether because you're too scared or because you simply have nothing to say a mystery even to yourself. but you feel conflicted, trapped yet inexplicably drawn in by his voice; it feels almost warm.

"toothless found a new dragon species yesterday," he says just soft enough that you know he's trying not to scare you, "she was a baby and her wings were underdeveloped so i couldn't see much, but i've never seen one like her before."

you pull your knees even closer to your chest, and elsa shuffles beside you with a quiet growl; sensing your nerves. you know hiccup didn't mean to bring a topic like this up in some weird effort to try to get answers about your own dragon, but you overthink every interaction and still feel out of your depth — like he knows something you don't.

and the worst part is he does, he may not know about you or your dragon, but he knows more about dragons than you knew existed, and he's met more people than you've even seen on boats in passing. you'd finally felt you'd gotten your bearings on the world, and then he came tumbling into your life.

"she did spit a substance though, it turned the grass blue."

you frown, and from curiosity alone your walls are down for just a moment, "blue?"

he nods with a slight smile, and even his dragon perks up at your voice — the first time you've spoken in perhaps an hour.

"blue," he confirms, "toothless wouldn't let me touch it, but i don't know for sure if it's venomous."

"maybe she just likes the colour blue."

he laughs quietly, and your tense arms relax when you realise he's laughing with you. you try to laugh with him, but it comes out misshapen and unlike his own melodious one, so you shut your mouth and stop.

"do you like the colour blue?" he asks after a silence, and you don't notice it through the cloud that hangs over your mind, but he winces in embarrassment as he says it — and elsa almost huffs in amusement.

you don't know why you have to think about it for so long — you do like it, it's the colour of the ocean and the sky which you love both of in ways you can't explain, just as elsa herself is a magical blue, light shades mixed with ripples of something darker that make you feel safe — perhaps because this feels like handing yourself over to hiccup, telling him about you and in turn being tied to him.

he'd be the only person alive to know a single thing about you; it already feels like he knows too much though you barely speak a word.

you find yourself replying, "i do."

you don't recognise the light in his eyes for his excitement at you talking to him, but it is there; shining.

"my favourite colour is green, i think," he says, and you find that you appreciate the colour just a little bit more now.

you take a deep — courageous — breath and ask, "are there green dragons?"

you curl further in on yourself, but hiccup just keeps smiling. his quick moment of quiet thought draws your eyes to the way the campfire's light dances across his skin.

"there is," he nods, "there's green deadly nadders, flightmares, and gronckles. hideous zipplebacks are commonly green too."

you nod as he talks, and wonder if he's saying less than he normally would to avoid making you feel dumb. it's entirely possible, but with the way he's sat up just a little straighter and smiles just a little wider as he lists all these dragons, it doesn't feel like that. it feels nice.

"hideous zipplebacks?" you query, though you've never heard of any of these by name, the word 'hideous' particularly catches your attention.

"we named a lot of them back when we weren't on... great terms," he explains, and that's one of the few things you do know; about the hunting and fighting, "but we have lots of zipplebacks on berk now, deadly nadders and gronckles too."

"no flightmares?"

"their living conditions are really specific, and they generally prefer swamps most of the time."

you note this all down in your mind. you don't know if you'd ever meet one of these dragons — and if you did, you wouldn't even know it from your lack of physical descriptions — but it feels nice to know things.

but something gnaws at your chest as hiccup explains flightmare's living conditions, about their translucent skin that glows in the right conditions and the way their food glows just the same. you feel wrong for not truly listening, but the reminder that he comes from an island of people who used to slaughter dragons and now somehow lives with them sits at the forefront of your mind.

in a lull, where you are unsure whether hiccup noticed your conflicted expression or simply ran out of things to say — however impossible that may be — you ask, "do the dragons have names, on berk?"

you can't read his reaction, but he replies, "yes?" not because he lies, instead because your sudden question has him lost.

"what are some of their names?" you whisper, as a grasp at something far harder to describe than simple distrust; as a wish to be connected to a people, to know about the full life this stranger leads.

hiccup hesitates, almost picking up on your guard raising once more, but does not question you.

"well, my friends have dragons named stormfly, hookfang, meatlug, and a hideous zippleback called barf and belch."

"barf and belch?"

"one head breaths gas, the other sparks it."

even elsa listens as he talks. you have no idea whether she knows about all the dragons you don't, but she lifts her ears with the same curiosity as you.

"does one person ride them?"

hiccup's smile returns as he shakes his head, like he's remembering a fond memory, "two people, twins."

you feel elsa's ever-present weight leaning against your side, and somethings sparks inside you — however silly it may truly be; a realisation that you have not told hiccup your own dragon's name. within a moment, an idea spreads through you like how you imagine hideous zippleback gas might, and is set alight when you speak.

"my dragon," your voice is unsteady as you glance at her sea-blue scales, and her deep eyes meeting yours kindly, "her name is elsa."

you hear an inquisitive sound from toothless, and not for the first time you wonder if dragons can really understand what people say.

hiccup almost mirrors his dragon's small sound of shock, the glimpse then transforming into almost gratitude, when he says, "that's a nice name."

you try to smile back, but hope your face gets all muddled up with the fire just slightly blocking his view of you; so he can't see the way your lip gets caught under your tooth and your eyes crinkle awkwardly — so he doesn't find you off-putting like you fear he suddenly might, so he keeps enjoying your company just enough to keep coming back to see you.

you don't even dare to whisper to elsa that you're starting to feel safe around him.

#taking flight (my writing)#hiccup haddock x reader #hiccup x reader #httyd x reader #how to train your dragon x reader #httyd imagine #httyd fanfiction #hiccup horrendous haddock iii x reader #hiccup horrendous haddock lll x reader #hiccup horrendous haddock the 3rd x reader

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beautifulloverwitch · 10 months

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By Fire, Sea and Blood

the untold tale of an approaching collapse

Act I chapter fourteen: Red, Green and Black.

Previous ///// next

Summary: Alone and afraid Daenerys is forced to indulge the company of her own dreary thoughts and doubts, until she is granted a presence of something far more preferable.

A/n: I think this is the point where I want to say that English is my second language, so please. spare me. Like, I have the vision for how i want all this to go but very often I don't have the right words to describe that vision, (I have not fully edited this btw) don't think this is my best work, but I still hope yall enjoy💕

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Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Daenerys Velaryon (Strong! Oc)

WC: 8.1k

Warnings: Mild Self harm, forced malnutrition, self loathing, religious guilt, gore.

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Two months ago…

Daenerys’s tired eyes peeled open, greeting a dark sky of false stars. Floating upon a warm and formless surface. She was still as she floated upon the waves, confused but at ease.

A rare moment of thoughtlessness, naught to worry about, naught to fear. As though she had indulged the strongest wine that left her mind in a haze.

She was confused by it all but she would not argue, it was a feeling she had longed for after all..

The calm that so comfortably sat on her face was shoved away as her eyes went wide open, gasping as she wondered to herself how long it had been, had she been found yet? Was she gone and dead?

This sudden disturbance caused her legs to move slightly from where they should have been, pulling her beneath the surface. Swimming upright to pull herself back up to the surface.

Breaking the surface she began to sputter out a thick substance that had coated her mouth.

Her heart had begun to beat in her stomach, forcing bile to rise to her throat as she saw what she had been floating in only moments ago. What her tongue had tasted.

She was surrounded by an endless ocean of thick warm blood. Crying out in fear as she was tugged down from the surface into its dark depths, gagging as she felt blood begin to fill her lungs.

A sharp tugging at her shoulder drew her out of this terrible slumber. Lifting her head her bloodshot eyes met those of a familiar little dragon, teeth pulling and tugging at the cloth of her shoulder, soft growls slipping between her teeth.

Daenerys groaned as she shook her head, an action she would soon regret as she grasped her head in her hands.

The action made the little dragon jump back in surprise.

Daenerys turned over onto her back, regretting the action as she bumped the back of her bruised head against the hard and cold ground.

Sitting up she gently rubbed at the tender flesh, hissing as it ached beneath her touch. Her vision was still a blur as she looked around herself, all she could make out was a teal blue glow illuminating the dark cave she was in.

A soft croak came from beside her, as she turned to look she was surprised to see the little dragon had not turned heel and left.

The little dragon tilted her head curiously at Daenerys.

Daenerys frowned, bewildered by the action. Looking away from her she turned her focus towards her legs, wincing as she felt the buzzing cold that nipped at them. Dragging herself away from the water she curled into herself, grasping at whatever warmth she had left.

The little dragon crooned as she saw Daenerys begin to shiver. Warily approaching her shaking form as she observed her. Her blue eyes seemed to soften with worry as she saw the discomfort on Daenerys’s face.

Before she could move any further, a loud, and shrill roar seemed to call out from deep within the cave.

The little dragon flinched at the sound, seemingly not expecting it to have come so soon.

Daenerys gasped as she recoiled into the stone wall behind her, frightened by the sound.

The little dragon looked towards her, blinking in contemplation before moving away and spreading her wings.

Daenerys’s eyes widened as she realised what she was doing, scrambling forward as she reached out “wait!”

The little dragon had already taken across the water, disappearing into the darker parts of the cave. She shrieked as she left an answer to the roar that had echoed before.

Daenerys’s eyes began to water, stung by the darkness that met them. Slowly retreating back towards the wall, rubbing her palms anxiously against the wet skirt of her torn dress, glancing about herself as she tried to find some means of an escape.

But there was nothing, only an expanse of glowing water, but as the hours passed the water's glow seemed to dim.

The silence was haunting within the eerie darkness.

The coldness of solitude stung her still damp skin.

Her legs were drawn to her chest, her face in her knees as she trembled and shuddered, the cold had almost grown to be nauseating.

But soon a warm flush of shame burnt her cheeks, for whatever matter had sent her wandering off seemed so trivial now, seeing what had come of it.

She should have listened to her mother, she should have wallowed in her chambers.

Instead she had wandered off, blindly, stubbornly thinking she knew what she was doing, though she knew nothing.

A shiver rolled up her spine as she recalled the taste of rust on her tongue, wanting to retch the taste out from her memory.

The sight kept flashing within the darkness of the cave, the way blood seemed to gush forth from the boy's neck, the way the blank haze of death glazed over his young eyes.

She shook her head, denying it again, it could not have been her doing, she would never do such a thing. Striking her head purposefully against the wall behind her, hoping that the pulsing ache would set that thought aside.

Her teary eyes stared out ahead of herself as she pleaded for herself to forget but she continued to tread on the memory of what had happened only hours ago.

Her hand slipped to her side, where her fathers dagger should have been, seeking its comfort.

But in its place was nothing.

Her gaze snapped down, alarmed by the absence of the knife, all that remained of it was its loose sheath.

“No, no, no, no, NO!” she muttered, tearing off the cloth from around her waist, hoping that the dagger would clatter to the ground as she shook the cloth in the air.

Dropping the cloth, she ran her hands through her hair, raking her mind for an answer as to when she had last had it in her grasp.

With such clarity she recalled it. She recalled how easily the sharp blade in her grasp had moved across Baldwin's neck, how much force she had needed to drive it into Ellis's shoulder and how difficult it was to try and pull it back out.

Her lips trembled as her eyes darted about in horror of what she had done as though their bodies were splayed out in front of her “Oh gods…” grimacing in disgust of the slimy feeling of guilt, of sin that moved across her skin.

She felt herself shrink as she imagined, somewhere within the dark cave, Baldwin and Ellis were standing, blood dried against their pale skin and clothes, eyes though blank were filled with loathing.

She began to heave and cry, hands shaking in front of her, refusing to touch her skin.

Nothing offered her comfort, not even herself, for she knew she deserved no sympathy.

“What have I done… gods what did I do…” she sobbed.

Her hands rested limp at her sides as she laid against the wall like a discarded doll. Red eyes staring blankly across the water that glowed brightly once more. Despair ageing her young face, and disgust still tugging at her upper lip.

Her skin felt revolting to her, it was as though mud and dung had dried upon it, but even that seemed less repulsive than the blood that still felt warm on her hands.

The first time every little girl would encounter blood was on their first flowering, the red staining the sheets of their bed, leaving them to cry into their mothers skirts in fear.

Daenerys had yet to bloom, and she had already encountered blood in the worst places. She encountered it on the young faces of her brothers and cousins, she had encountered it upon the face of her once beloved friend, she had encountered it during the assault on her dear father at the carnival at Spice Town. She had seen it in every place it should have never been and she was only one and ten.

Her mind was slowly slipping away, doing all it could to detach itself from the vileness its body had committed, denying the part it had played.

Wind cut through the water as the little dragon flew across it, back towards Daenerys, who was too lost in her own despair to notice the little thing.

In her claws, a handful of twigs and charred bones. Crooning as she neared Daenerys, landing a few steps away from her.

Her curious eyes observed the slumped Daenerys, confused by her lack of acknowledgement towards her.

The little dragon crept towards Daenerys, keeping a close eye on her, for fear of any sudden movement the girl could make, but she was worryingly still.

She dropped the twigs closely beside Daenerys before leaping back away, fearing that she had been waiting for her to get close enough to grasp. But Daenerys remained still.

The little dragon squeaked, tilting her head, bewildered by Daenerys’s behaviour or the lack thereof.

Shaking her head she glanced down to the small pile of twigs and bones, rolling her jaw. Wheezing out gasps of squeaky breaths as she looked down at the pile. Shaking her head as she dragged her wing over it, the little thing was frustrated.

She continued squeaking out breaths, small sparks coming from her gullet, barely strong enough to light even one tiny twig.

A loud squawk came from where the little dragon had flown from. The sound annoying the little thing as she continued to try and force out a puff of flame.

From across the water, another little dragon, so slightly bigger than the first, came flying towards where the two were. Stark yellow eyes widening with fear as he saw where the red dragon stood, with a warning roar he flew swiftly across the water skidding across the stone as he landed.

The red dragon, seeing the flames that glowed at the back of the green dragons throat, was quick to assure him that the girl was no threat.

He had not listened, continuing to roar for the girl to get away, to where he did not care.

The red dragon leapt forward, keeping Daenerys behind her as she feebly shielded her.

He was confused by her actions, she knew the danger men were, especially now for how small they were.

The green dragon crooned, gesturing for her to get away from Daenerys and return home, urgently.

She refused, instead returning to her task and attempting to set the twigs alight.

The green dragon glanced between the unmoving girl and the red dragon, wary of Daenerys. He would not have them spend a moment longer in her presence, moving forward and opening his mouth, a stream of flame poured from his mouth and ran up the wall beside Daenerys.

The heat that radiated from his flames stung Daenerys’s cold skin, pulling her from her blank daze. Heat had felt so foreign against her skin that had been cold for dangerously too long.

She gasped, scrambling away from the heat.

The action startled the two dragons, who squeaked in surprise before quickly flying away.

Daenerys stared at the two frowning, wondering when there had been two of them. Wisps of orange flame flickering up into the air caught her attention, its colour so stark against the blue of her surroundings.

Crawling over towards it, she groaned in relief as she felt the heat melt the cold that settled upon her skin. She sat hunched over the flame, fearing it would flicker away so soon.

Her tired eyes glanced up curiously to where the two dragons had gone. A flicker of gratitude warming her from within.

Looking back down to the small flames she frowned.

She had not deserved this warmth when a boy and girl were laying cold in their graves, to never feel their mothers and fathers warmth ever again.

Her nails dug into her palms, her lips twisted into a scowl as she recalled her vile crime.

Arising from the ground she moved to stand over the water, and began kicking it towards the flame, putting the fire out.

Dull growls sounded throughout the dark cave, but the sound belonged to no dragon.

Daenerys beat her fist against her stomach, fighting the wince that tugged on her lips “quiet,” she commanded, dismissing her stomach's pleas.

She soon realised the days that had passed with her in that cave. The beaming light of the sun disappearing from the water informed her that night had fallen once again.

With a sharp bone from the long put out fire, she carved into the wall she had curled up against a line, marking each day that would pass.

So far it has been two.

She had expected herself to have been driven to madness already, to have been alone in the dark so long, but she found that wallowing in her own self loathing was fairly distracting.

She would spend the hours scolding and punishing herself. Sitting in the water until she could feel the cold gnaw at her skin again, sitting on her legs until they would go numb, and digging her chipped nails into the lobe of her ear until it would bleed.

There was another thing that kept her from falling to madness, the short visits the two dragons would pay her.

Sometimes it was one of them, curiously staring at her from afar. Sometimes it was two, the green dragon only ever came to urge the other to come back.

It was difficult to ignore them, the sullen Daenerys was still a child, just as curious of them as they were of her.

Whenever they would visit she would look at them from the corner of her eye, bewildered by their interest in her.

The red dragon narrowed her eyes the first time she saw the put out flames, moving to set it alight again. Flying down from the perch she sat on with the green dragon, who squaked warningly.

The she-dragon landed by where the water had met the stone, frowning as she saw the wet wood. Looking at Daenerys with dismay as she drew closer.

The little dragon squealed as she was tugged back by her tail, the green dragon trying to drag her away forcefully.

Daenerys frowned at the action, tsking as she leaned towards them, scolding the green dragon “Keligon bona, zaldritsos!” stop that, little dragon!

The green dragon jumped back in surprise, while the red dragon scurried forward, curling against Daenerys's hip, squeaking out a roar at the green dragon.

He huffed through his snout before calling out for her to return with him.

The little dragon refused, and instead pushed herself closer to Daenerys.

Daenerys was awestruck, the feeling of her warm scales and wip of a tale on her side sparked a childlike amazement within her. Her shaking hand cautiously hovering above the dragon, wanting to drag the back of her fingers gently against the little things back, a show of gentleness, of trust.

But just as swiftly as she had moved it, she recoiled her hand in disgust, not of the dragon, but herself. How could she touch something so innocent with her bloodstained hands? She would not taint the little thing with her sin.

The green dragon watched the action from afar, tilting his head as he watched her recoil her hand, wondering if it were out of fear, but it could not have possibly been, for she let the little dragon remain curled against her side rather than scramble away fearfully.

He was wary as he left looking over his wing as he turned his back to her before swiftly flying across the water, not followed by the she dragon.

The she dragon squirmed as she tried to settle beside the bewildered Daenerys, who had not realised how she had melted against the little dragon's warm skin.

Slowly she moved to rest her back against the wall, with her legs stretched ahead of her. A less awkward position so the dragon could lay comfortably.

The little dragon crooned happily as she nuzzled itself against her, resting her head on the ground as she tiredly stared ahead, unafraid of the girl she laid beside.

The little dragon had not left Danys side. As she drifted off to sleep for the night, Daenerys noticed how much the little dragon had moved in her sleep, eventually resting her head over Daenerys’s leg.

Daenerys had remained awake throughout the night, not plagued by thoughts of her abhorring actions. Instead she was occupied in preventing herself from stirring about and disturbing the little dragon's slumber.

Her eyes skimmed over the dragon's body, she was the size of a cat, a crown of ivory horns that had yet to grow adorned her head. The bumps trailing up the back of her neck, surrounded by a golden pattern that spread from her spine and reached down to her spaded tail. Her wings were a red that turned into a fleshy pink at the webbing, a small hole marring her left wing.

She was beautiful, a beauty that would never see the world.

Daenerys frowned in sorrow, the poor thing had not deserved to be trapped here, forever barred from seeing the light of day.

A soft roar echoed within the cave, awaking the little dragon and alarming Daenerys.

It was the green dragon and in his claws, a sheep's leg, its blood staining the water the dragon flew over.

The red dragon squealed in excitement, arising from beside Daenerys and waddling over towards where the wary green dragon had landed, eying Daenerys before turning his attention towards the unharmed red dragon.

Daenerys glanced from the two and towards the leg, it was torn and clawed off of something bigger, mayhaps the rest of the carcass wherever it may have been. Her eyes widened as she realised, they could not have found a sheep wandering within this desolate cave.

There was a way out.

They were not trapped here, and how relieved she was to know that.

The two dragons fought over the leg, battling over who would get the fleshiest bit of it.

The red dragon was too small so she only took a mouthful, whining as she saw the abundance that was left for the green dragon who may have been less than twice her size.

A smug gurgle rumbled from the green dragon's chest as he stared at his frustrated friend before returning to gorge upon the abundance that was accidentally left for him.

A small smile of amusement curled at Daenerys’s dry lips as she watched the two, squirming as she felt her stomach rumble, a plea for her to yet again ignore. Even though she had been salivating as she watched them gorge on the raw and still wooled meat.

She pulled her legs against her chest, hugging them tightly, so that they would suffocate the sound of her stomachs begging.

But the sound had not missed the sharp ears of the observant green dragon, who flinched, thinking it was another dragon that had omitted the rumbling sound.

He tilted his head as he watched Daenerys, bewildered by the sounds that she had continued to omit without opening her mouth.

Her eyes flitted up from the meat and met the dragon's bright hazel eyes. Her own eyes widening, for she swore she could have seen concern in his gaze.

She gave the dragon an assuring smile, “Ipradagon byka mēre,” eat little one, she told, nodding towards the slab of meat.

The green dragon looked between the meat at his feet, and the starved girl before him. He glanced towards the red dragon, who was again struggling to puff out a bit of flame. She was unharmed, not a scratch or wound on her small body aside from the hole in her wing. Daenerys was no threat, he supposed she deserved a reward for that.

He lowered his head down towards the leg, reluctant as he tore a big chunk of meat from the leg. Huffing as he stepped over the leg and cautiously made his way towards Daenerys.

As harmless as she may have seemed, if she were to make one sudden wrong move, he would not hesitate in bathing her in a wave of flame.

Daenerys frowned in confusion as she watched him approach her, eyes widening as she saw him drop a piece of meat a few steps away from her.

She had not made a move to take it, making the green dragon think her daft, so he nudged the meat towards her, gesturing for her to take it.

She knew she was to take it but she refused, she would continue this punishment till she withers and frails if need be. A mercy, she had thought, compared to the cruelty she had inflicted upon those children.

The dragon glanced down at the bloody meat in front of him, frustrated by her not taking it, but he soon realised he had never seen a human eat raw meat.

Huffing at her kind's pretentiousness, he heaved in a deep breath before bathing the meat in a quick burst of flame, before shaking his head and stepping back towards his meal.

Daenerys was shocked by the action, by this generosity. Her eyes followed the dragon as he retreated, seemingly shy beneath her gaze.

Her gaze fell towards the cooked piece of meat, by no means was it perfect, it was charred from the top and wreaked of dragon breath. But gods, did her stomach care less.

Not granting her mind a moment to consider even denying such a generous offer, she quickly scrambled towards the piece of meat and grasped it in her hands, not caring how hot it was against the skin of her palms as she gorged at it.

Had her septa seen her now, she would have called her a dog. Mayhaps solitude served her well at this moment.

Two long weeks had already passed since she had disappeared into the cave. The silence and boredom had given her much time for her to clearly think of something time consuming to do.

She would spend hours floating in the water that had begun to move in soft waves, staring up at the ceiling as she listened to the white noise beneath the water's surface. Her blue and torn overdress left to stay dry on the moist stone where she had spent so long sitting.

The two dragons would watch her as she floated, amazed by her buoyancy. The red dragon dipping her snout curiously into the water only to jump back at the cold.

The green dragon kept the ground warm, charring it with his flames before resting upon it. It was rare for him to stay so long, having to leave upon hearing the mere sound of a low growl coming from deep within the cave but as the days passed he had spent more time with the other two, no longer seeming so eager to leave. Only leaving to fetch some food for the two late in the evening

He was a marvel of elegance. His hazel yellow eyes were stark against his skin of iridescent deep green. An orange pattern lining the length of his spiked spine, four not yet fully grown twisting ivory horns protruded from the crown of his head and his wings were of a faded orange hue.

She was thankful for their presence, it was because of them that she had not succumbed to the madness of loneliness.

Her tongue had become so used to speaking with them, or more suitably, commanding them to seize their bickering.

They had reminded her so much of Jace and Luke, the strong nature of her brother Jace shining from the green dragon, while the gentle, almost timid nature of Luke seemed to glow from the red dragon. How she had missed them. She would find herself hoping that when she would look at either side of her that one of her brothers would be there, but it was cruel of her to hope that they had been trapped down there with her.

She tried to will their faces from the darkness behind her closed eyes, as though darkness had not surrounded her, but all she could muster of them was a blur.

A loud clap of thunder boomed throughout the cave, startling Daenerys.

As her head dropped beneath the water she quickly moved to swim upright, eyes frantically searching her surroundings to find the source of that bone shaking sound.

It came again, its crackling voice carried throughout the cave system and into the cavern she was in, sending ripples through the water as it passed by.

Daenerys screamed in fear as the sound came again, rushing to the wall she would always lay against, pushing herself against it, trying by some miracle to push herself through to the other side of it.

The dragons were as startled as she was, squeaking out feeble roars as they searched for the threat.

The sound of the angry storm stirring outside seeped into the many small crevices that littered the cave she was trapped in. The tides crashing against the walls that overlooked the sea, the waters current pushing inside and giving movement to the once forever still water, the crevices catching the tides droplets and guiding it quickly the cave,

Daenerys pointlessly covered her ears, hoping to block out the frightening sound. The thunderous echoes blanketed whatever thought she had in her mind, they were so loud she could not hear her own visceral whimpers that came from the back of her throat, nor could she hear her red dragon calling out to her worriedly.

The red dragon had lowered her head in distress, flinching everytime the sound of thunder would come running past from every direction. She looked up at the balled up and shaking Daenerys, whining out to her, hoping that she would understand what was happening, but she would not answer.

The red dragon whimpered, squeaking as she heard another crackle of lightning. She crawled and hid away in Daenerys’s lap.

The green dragon kept a close eye on his surroundings as he moved towards Daenerys, crawling up her arm and curling around her neck, cocooning her and the red dragon with his wings.

From deep within the cave the sound of a loud worried roar fought to echo over the thunder, but it was too quiet to be heard over the lightning's rumbling booms.

The water had not brightened in quite some time since the storm echoed in the cave. Daenerys had begun to lose count of how many days had passed since she was trapped in the cave. Her eyes seemed to be permanently blown wide in fear as she waited in agonsing anticipation of another clap of thunder to resound, she had been left ill at ease since the first time it had happened.

She ran a shaking hand as gently as she could over the trembling red dragons back, her soft crooning served to soothe Daenerys in return. She had not left her side since that night, not caring how many times the green dragon had kindly urged her to return with him to their nest.

The green dragon would often return whenever he would leave, it was rare for him to be gone too long, but everytime he had returned he would seem terribly on edge. Glancing behind him worriedly before looking at Daenerys.

He was curled at her feet with his tail twisted around her knee.

The red dragon was displeased by his comfort around Daenerys, knowing that only weeks ago he would have set Daenerys alight. She bit at his relaxed tail, peeling it away from Daenerys' knee.

He squawked as he jumped forward, whipping his tail about as he roared at the crooning dragon on Daenerys’s lap.

Daenerys frowned at the dragon laid on her lap, resting her hands at her sides as she laid back “Bona iksos daor sȳz,” that was not kind, she chided the whining dragon that missed her touch.

A noise akin to laughter came from the back of the green dragon's throat, prompting the irked red dragon to leap forward and squeak out a roar.

Daenerys always found it odd how difficult it was for the red dragon to roar. Mayhaps she was still growing out of being a hatchling, she always had an odd sway when she took flight.

The little dragons began to taunt and bite at one another “Gūrogon bisa!” Seize this, she told.

The two had not stopped, for they did not know that she had been addressing them.

She huffed as she realised how difficult this was going to be “Zaldrīzoti!” she shouted.

They seized their fighting, the green dragon peeling the red dragon off of him.

Daenerys sighed as she watched them huff and whine at her chiding “Shijetra issa kostilus, yn ao kostagon daor vīlībagon, ao issi raqirossa issi ao daor?” forgive me please, but you should not fight, you are friends are you not? The two continued to huff at Daenerys’s words “Issi ao lēkia se mandia?” are you brother and sister?

Her question earned her an answer close enough to a confirmation, for the two only growled at the other as they rested at either side of Daenerys.

Daenerys eyes stared at the darkness that surrounded them before asking “Skoro syt gaomagon ao daor henujagon bisa dīnagon?” why do you not leave this place? The question earned her an indifferent croak from the red dragon “Ao issi zaldrīzoti, ao sytilībagon dāez isse se jēdar,” you are dragons, you belong free in the sky, she told them as though they had not known.

The little dragon hid her face beneath her wing as she recalled her fearful encounter with the Cannibal, it was the only time she had left the cave, for she was deemed unready to go outside alone.

Daenerys recognised the action from the first time she had met the little thing, her hands scooping the little dragon in her arms as though she were a babe “Gaomagon daor sagon zūgagon, se uēpa dyni jāhor kostagon daor ōdrikagon ao…” Do not be afraid, the old beast cannot hurt you, she assured before a frown lined her forehead.

She had not a clue what to call the two, aside from dragon of course, and even that was a difficult means to address one of them if the both of them were there.

“Skorkydoso qopsa bisa jāhor sagon lo umbagon mijegon brōzāt,” how difficult this will be if you remain without names, Daenerys said.

The two looked up at her, confused by what she had meant.

Daenerys was hesitant as she asked the two “Kostagon nyke brōzi ao?”

Might I name you.

Such an intimate thing to do, once a Targaryens egg had hatched or had laid claim to a dragon, they had the freedom of granting it a name of their choosing.

Daenerys had dreamed of that moment for so long, for the day her dragon egg would hatch and reveal to her a dragon to call her own.

She did not feel this was that moment, even though the two dragons did not seem against the request. The red dragon was the first to encourage her with a soft croak.

Daenerys had not realised how her face glowed with excitement, looking over to the green dragon who did not seem to object to her request.

She had only ever had one name for a dragon in mind, and it belonged to the one she would one day claim for herself. So she had begun to ponder two new ones for the little dragons that surrounded her.

But the skill seemed to slip her mind for she would come up with nothing she was satisfied with.

A soft croon had interrupted her deliberating, glancing down to her lap her eyes met with the big blue eyes of the red dragon wrapped around her arm as she rested on her lap.

Daenerys felt her heart melt at the credulousness within those eyes, she was grateful to have been there to save the little thing, and she was thankful she had not met her moments prior.

“Raeva,” she spoke suddenly, enjoying how the name had tasted on her tongue as she spoke it, asking the dragon “Gaomagon ao raqagon ziry?” Do you like it?

The little dragon nuzzled her head into Daenerys’s arm.

She chuckled at the action “Olvi syri… Raeva.”

A quick croak caught her attention, glancing to her right she looked at the green dragon, who had acted distracted. Giggling, she scratched the back of his head, an action that had startled him at first before he had begun to arch against her touch. Daenerys jokingly suggested to the smart dragon “Nyke pendagon Kenjaegon iksos nykeā sȳz brōzi syt ao,” I think Kenjaegon suits you best.

The green dragon's eyes flew open, croaking in disagreement, annoyed by the name. He stared at her awaiting a better suggestion, and it better had been good or else he would have taken off.

She chuckled at his childishness “Skorkydoso bē Naebor?” How about Naebor?

The little dragon pondered the name, concluding that it would suffice before returning to rest beside Daenerys.

A soft smile tugged on her lips as she looked at the two “Raeva se Naebor…” she muttered before resting her head against the wall.

As the weeks past the storm had not, continuing to cruelly keep Daenerys from a sound sleep. Raeva and Naebor had been kind enough to keep her warm, blanketing her with their wings, for they saw that setting a pile of woods alight was pointless, for Daenerys had always managed to find a way to put it out.

She was surprised by how long she had been able to stay alive, for as dehydrated as she was, Naebor had made sure to keep her well fed, screaming at her until she reluctantly ate the meat he had brought for the day.

Time had made Daenerys gaunt and sickly, no matter how much she had brushed her hair, locks of it had begun to mat. Her tongue had begun to forget how to speak the common words, for who else could she speak the language to other than herself. She far enjoyed speaking high Valyrian to Raeva and Naebor.

Her mother would have been proud to see how well she had perfected her mother tongue, practically adopting the accent as her own. Her brothers would have sought her out to teach them rather than have to bear the boredom of having the Maester teach them.

She hummed in delight as she imagined how their eyes would widen with wonder if she had the chance to tell them about Raeva and Naebor. Mayhaps she could even introduce the two to her brothers. But even if she could leave this dreary place, why would the two dragonlings even bother following her, would they not simply part ways, never to see the other again?

She would rather die than have that be true, they had grown dear to her and she had hoped that they had held a similar sentiment of her. She did not wish to live through the dejection of being cast away by her dearest friends again, she would not bear to feel such dejection again.

She wondered how they were, if they had paid any mind or were even aware of her absence, had her mother already spread the news? Or was she thankful to be forever spared the headache her daughter had given her.

Daenerys shook away such thoughts, impossible, her mother loved her, her father had told her that she nearly set the keep alight when Daenerys was only missing for a day, what could weeks of Daenerys’s absence have done to Rhaenyra.

She shivered at the thought.

She wondered how her mother would feel if she were to ever find her, how quickly would her relief be stomped out if she were to hear what her sweet daughter had done, the blood that had so soon stained her hands.

Would she forsake her, would she wish that she had stayed gone?

She only did it to protect herself, she would not have done it otherwise.

The water grazing the side of her face caused her to flinch and sit upright. She grimaced in confusion as she saw how far the water had risen, taking up half of the small amount of land Daenerys could settle upon.

The sound of flapping wings alerted her, it was Naebor, returning earlier than usual, but without a leg of meat in his claws.

He did not land before Daenerys, instead he continued to fly over the water as he urged her to grant him her attention. He gestured behind him, squawking for her to follow.

Raeva seemed to understand, moving away from Daenerys and taking off behind Naebor.

Daenerys remained confused, glancing over towards Naebor, who gave her a nod of assurance.

Standing up she looked down at her worn overdress, it had taken so long for it to dry. Taking it off she left it on the ground furthest away from the water.

She gulped as she looked down at the water, she had only floated in it, too scared to swim across it and get lost. Bunching the skirt of her greyed night gown in her hands she stepped into the water, grimacing as its cold stung her skin.

So quickly she had begun to shudder as she submerged her entire body into the water, looking up at Naebor angrily “Bisa sȳrkta sagon syt nykeā sȳz drīve,” this better be for a good reason, she warned.

The often swift Naebor was kind enough to fly slowly as he waited for her to follow him, knowing that he did not need to be that far for her to lose sight of him within the cave.

He guided her to their nest, a mess of bones, twigs and dragon dung. She was averse to none of that, for she was too eager to get out of the waters burning cold. Her arms wrapping around herself as she stood awkwardly in their nest, frowning as she felt the water pushing at her feet.

Naebor squawked for her to follow him, leading her towards a small but big enough crevice in the wall.

She knelt down in front of the hole, looking through it. Her heart fluttered as she saw it, the glow of the outside, a place she had spent too long away from. A shuddered sigh left her lips as she felt the warm comforting embrace of relief, of hope.

It was a steep climb towards the blinding glow, but it was not a difficult one for her to make.

Naebor and Raeva frantically urged her to go through, to get out, to leave, to finally be free. Had she a tail, Naebor would have dragged her by it through the tunnel.

Looking about the walls of the tunnel, she searched for a point of leverage. Wiping her hands onto the dry stone that framed the tunnel before gripping a round stone within it and pulling herself through.

She moved with desperation, for as much as she thought she deserved naught but death for her doings, there was still a part of her strong enough to take hold and tell her to survive, to live.

The glow began to fade, revealing to her a silhouette she had not seen in a long time, as its edges sharpened she knew it to be Dragonstone, the castle she had long abhorred.

This very moment it looked like the fortress of the heavens, emerging from the stormy clouds.

A lopsided grin was plastered on her face as she continued to climb, the encouraging sounds of Raeva and Naebor’s roars fueling her. She set aside her exhaustion as she felt her muscle begin to burn, knowing she could rest all she wished once she had made it outside.

As she stared up at the heavens again, she frowned for a shadow seemed to eclipse them. A low growl rumbled from its chest as its bright red eyes stared back at her, narrowing with rage at her trespass. Its locked jaw came open dropping the sheeps carcass its feets before crawling its way into the cave, its size seemed to fill the tunnel, and its darkness smited any light that tried to seep through.

Daenerys saw nothing for a moment, she could only hear a rumbling breath and the frantic cries of Naebor and Raeva behind her.

Suddenly, the cave was illuminated red, as fire channelled through from the shadows gullet.

Daenerys let go of the stone she had been holding onto and slid down the bumpy tunnel, the fire searing off the hairs on her face.

She tumbled out of the tunnel, stopping at the shore. Raeva rushed to her side, croaking in worry.

Naebor turned to look towards the tunnel, ready to voice reason, but he was not even granted the chance as the shadow came rushing through, its roars a rasp as it swiftly creeped towards Daenerys, wisps of bright red flame flowing from the corners of its mouth, eager to lash at her flesh.

Daenerys’s eyes were wide with fear as she saw it, illuminated by the red flames and blue glow of the water behind her. A pitch black beast with eyes a bright blood red, the web of its wings a dark shade of crimson and head adorned with a crown of sharp horns that protruded from its face, two curling up from the corners of its jaw.

It was twice the width of Naebor and its wings were not even spread.

She scrambled back and into the water, diving deep into its depths, narrowly missing the flames that chased after her. She stayed beneath the water for as long as she knew she could, swimming towards where she thought was her haven.

Her tightly sealed lips fell agape, her scream deafened in the water as she felt sharp teeth dig into her leg. Turning to look behind her she was horrified to see that the shadow had followed her into the water, never had she heard of a dragon capable of doing such a thing.

It did not taunt her as it kept its jaws locked tightly around her leg, it maintained a steely look of determination, a determination she had only ever seen in her mothers eyes.

Water had begun to fill her lungs and terror began to weigh on her heart as she saw the blood that clouded the water from her foot.

She pointlessly kicked at the dragon, trying to pry it away, but it would not let go.

Its eyes were locked at her neck, it knew how easy this would have been had its teeth been clamped around her neck.

Her tears disappeared into the water as she fought to survive, incapable of swimming up to the surface with him keeping her down by her wounded foot.

Suddenly its jaw fell open, its pained roar muffled by the water.

Daenerys was swift to take her chance and swam up to the surface, nearly choking on the air she desperately tried to breathe in. Ahead of her, she saw her saviours, Naebor and Raeva biting at the shadows' tail, both unafraid of what it could do to them.

Turning around she rushed to swim back to shore, her blood trailing behind her as it clouded the water.

She could not find relief as she reached the shore. Still trembling with fear and the high of adrenaline, in disbelief of what had occurred.

She did not dare lift her leg up from the bloody water, too scared to see what had become of it, but she could not continue to let it bleed. Glancing over her shoulder she was relieved to find the cloth that she had used to hold her fathers dagger. Stretching across the wet ground, she pulled it by the tips of her fingers, and sat back up.

With shaky breaths, she slowly lifted her leg from the water. A shuddered whimper left her lips as she felt the cold ache that rushed up her leg.

The dragon's sharp teeth had dug deep into her leg, marring the flesh with bruises and bite marks but sparing the bone. The bleeding had not seized, continuing to ooze from the many holes that littered her leg.

She sobbed as she saw the blood coat her leg, she needed a hand, something to hold, or something to hold her. She wished that her mother was her, to hold her in her arms and whisper to her words of encouragement while the Maester expertly tended to her.

But there was no one.

Her teeth dug into her lower lip, muffling her groans as she wrapped the cloth around her leg. She knew she needed it to stop bleeding, but beyond that, she had not a clue on how to mend this horrific injury.

Her arms went rigid as her hands held either end of the cloth, knowing what she must do, but too terrified to go forth with it.

Daenerys was a child, she had not the stomach for this.

But child or not, it was what she had to do.

With a sharp tug, she tightened the cloth around her leg.

Her screams, stronger than any roar or boom of thunder were for the first time in the weeks she had spent in that cave, the only thing to echo within the cave.

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