#dark blaze dragon (oc)

[rajinedgeofdarkness]

[jksian]

Rivals in flight (m) |JJk

Navigating the challenges of adjusting and studying as a commoner amidst insults from the nobility was tough, but, the struggle only intensified when the fellow dragon rider, Jeon Jungkook, who took so much pride upon his status and abilities, became a formidable enemy and the ultimate pain in your ass. What did you do then? Simple. You started fucking him.

Pairing: dragon rider!Jungkook x dragon rider!oc

Genre: forbidden love, fantasy, e2l, ewb (enemies with benefits? lmao), smut, angst (18+)

W/c: 5k+

Warning: okay so... Jungkook is a jerk in it, noble Jungkook x commoner reader= chaos!, jk called her names (love, phoenix, SLUT), school bullies, arguments and fights, Enter Namjoon!!, oral sex in a semi-public place, hair pulling, grinding, fingering, ass spanking like for twice, he eats her out in a library🫣, edging, orgasm denial, cum eating, they are kinda toxic but it'll be okay later IF I EVER MAKE IT INTO A SERIES🥹

A/n: It's finally here!! This is my first ever fic so I hope y'all will like it! I know that e2l meant to be slow burn and it will be the same if I make into a series but I'm not so sure about that:���,⁠-⁠) Like, do you guys want me to turn this into a series?

“Aster, ascend! Use ‘astral radiance’ on them now!” You commanded. The dragon respond with graceful flight, scattering the shadows with pulsating waves of celestial energy with his power.

Jungkook’s dragon again surged a series of shadowy entity, a relentless onslaught aimed towards you. You didn’t even had enough time to recover from the previous attack before you see a cloak of darkness approaching you.

“Screw you, Jeon Jungkook.”

As both of you resumed in a blaze of magic and motion, each command from Jungkook and you echoing through the air.

Eythor and Asterlith soared high above the arena where the game is going on, their wings slicing through the enchanted currents with a thunderous flap.

You guided Asterlith through a series of evasive spins and turns, “Defend! Unleash bursts of celestial energy to dispel the shadows!” That burst of energy created a celestial barrier, disrupting the shadowy figure.

The sky became a canvas for elemental clash. Shadows and celestial radiance intertwined, creating a mesmerizing dance that captivated the onlookers in the grandstand.

You heard Jungkook’s voice, a command filled with determination as the word ‘attack’ reverberates through the arena. Soon, you see a shadowy tempest raising above the ground, big enough to engulf the whole arena in its darkness. The intensity of it makes you a bit wary.

You, however, remained steadfast, “Aster, illuminate the sky and repel the encroaching shadows.”

You can hear the heavy breath from your dragon, as he tries his best remain solid in the fight. He had already used so much of his power that its getting harder for him to continue using constellations energy.

You rubs his neck, tried to calm his nerves and encouraged him, “I know you��re tired, baby, but please just a little more. Could you do that for me?”

You ask softly as he nodded at you. He gathered as much as energy as he can, his celestial radiance intensified, pushing back against the looming darkness.

The crowd below watched with bated breath as the clash of flight and attack unfolded.

The Dragon Duel had reached a crescendo, the clash of shadows and celestial radiance weaving a mesmerizing tapestry in the skies above Syndril. However, as the intensity of the battle grew, an unseen force intervened.

The authorities of the Wings academy, recognizing the escalating magical energies and potential consequences, decided to halt the duel for the safety of all involved.

“Cease the duel, right away!”

A resounding voice echoed through the arena, as you and Jungkook momentarily caught in the ebb and flow of the magical currents, reluctantly reined in your dragons, their energies already subdued but still resonating with the remnants of the fierce battle.

“This clash of powers has reached a level of intensity that poses a threat to the safety of the participants and spectators, so we have to dismiss the game at this very moment.” As the principal of your academy announced.

As the authorities assessed the situation, a magical barrier shimmered into existence, enveloping the arena. It served not only to contain the remnants of the magical energies but also to signal the temporary halt of the sports day.

Jungkook and you, both atop your respective dragons, when you shared a glance with him, you clearly saw a mixture of frustration and anger in it. You shrug it off as you saw a representative of the authorities stepped forward, addressing the dragon riders and the assembled audience.

“The Dragon Duel shall be temporarily suspended. We will assess the situation, ensuring the safety of all involved. Further instructions will be provided once we are confident in resuming the event.”

In the ethereal expanse of Syndril, where dragons painted the skies with hues of mystique, the art of dragon riding was a privilege bestowed upon the chosen few, a regal tapestry woven for the noble and royal alike. The intertwining destinies of rider and dragon transcended mere power, forming a sacred covenant that echoed through the ages.

In the middle of Syndril’s heart, there stood a grand place called the ‘Dragon Keep’, a living testament to the ancient bond shared between the realm’s sovereigns and the winged custodians that adorned the heavens.

Throughout the annals of history, dragons have been formidable companions on the battlefield, their majestic forms serving as both a symbol of power and a devastating force. Since ancient times, these mythical creatures have been harnessed as instruments of war, their scales reflecting the glint of conquest and their breath embodying the fire of conflict.

But, as the time goes, dragons become companion and more of a friends to the humans as the bond between two becomes more strong.

In Syndril, the training of dragons was a vital necessity rooted in the intricate balance of power, protection, and tradition. But, only the nobles were allowed to have a companion such as mystical creature.

To provide such directions and train the dragon in a proper manner, the ancient of this land made a dragon rider academy named ‘wings academy’, where people from royal blood and noble families can train and study with their dragons.

There are few reputed dragon houses in the kingdom, famous for their Excelled skills and magnificent magic, from the ancient, these are the elite houses which has been serving this kingdom from ages.

Each of this houses carries unique abilities and distinct attributes that contributed to the kingdom’s intricate tapestry.

The first one is Eythor from the house Shadowthrone, famous for its mastery over shadows and illusions, possessed a unique and elusive power. Its ability to manipulate darkness and create intricate illusions made it a formidable force in both stealth and strategic deception. Ruled by the Jeons, highest member of the royal council. It is rumored that the only people who build this entire Kingdom and found out about it was, The Vilothorn’s and Jeon’s.

Next one is known as the house of stoneheart, famous for possessing the power of earthquake and stone manipulation, ruled by Kim’s.

The house of inferno is famous for harnessing the power of heat manipulation. There ability has become a relentless force of searing destruction on the battlefield, ruled by Park’s.

In contrast to the previous house, the house of Frostland is famous for its capability to freeze opponents with its breath and control ice in various forms, ruled by Min’s.

The house of Skydancers ruled by Jung’s, has the ability to dominate the skies with its mastery over air manipulation and flight agility.

And, once-extinct dragon, has been reborn again, now found by a commoner girl. Asterlith’s wings were said to carry the very essence of celestial realms, now under the care of you. A creature emerged with scales that radiated with the brilliance of a thousand constellations became a living testament to the resurgence of magic and the rekindling of ancient bonds between dragon kind and those destined to ride upon their majestic backs, and now, you become one of them.

A commoner in the academy where she will study alongside other aristocrats were something not acceptable. ‘only the noble are allowed to ride a dragon’ was like a tradition which now has been broken by you.

“Your Majesty, with all due respect, Wings academy has been a fortress of nobility for centuries. This departure from tradition may disrupt the delicate balance that has safeguarded our realm.” Lord Liam voiced his concern in front of the gathered noble in the chambers of Syndril’s royal court.

Lord Jeon, the most trusted component of king Leo and an expert diplomat interjected, “Yet, Your Majesty, the magic that binds ___ and Asterlith is undeniably potent, not to mention that she is the chosen one by Asterlith himself. Are we to dismiss the weaving of destiny itself?”

Conflicting ideologies echoed through the walls of the royal court as each person tried to justify their opinion. Some nobles, entrenched in their adherence to tradition, cast disapproving glances, while others, inspired by the possibility of a new era, nodded in silent approval.

A decision was reached—a groundbreaking one that defied the norms of Syndril. King Leo then announced that everyone must accept this new norm and welcome you into the, once only for the nobles, Wings academy. You, the common girl, would be permitted to study at the Royal Dragon Rider School alongside the nobility was the new rule passed through out the kingdom.

But, you weren’t warmly welcomed by the other students at the school neither.

You found yourself facing the cold glares and condescending whispers of those who clung tightly to the rigid norms of Syndril. The nobility, accustomed to a lineage that stretched across generations, viewed your presence as a disruption to their established order.

Despite that, you continue your training regardless. At least, those insults weren’t as unbearable as Jeon Jungkook.

The second son of Jeon house, Jungkook, a formidable presence in the mystic realm of Syndril’s, is an embodiment of unparalleled power and prowess.

Jungkook’s physical prowess is akin to a tempest, an unstoppable force that commands attention.

His martial skills, honed through rigorous training, transform him into a living weapon.

His strategic acumen, a calculated dance of intellect and intuition, adds a layer of sophistication to his formidable persona.

Not only talented but, Jungkook is a magnetic paradox himself, a living canvas painted with ink and adorned with piercings that echo the rhythm of rebellion.

His onyx locks, a rebellious dance against tradition, frame a countenance that carries the weight of both legacy and defiance.

With a set of piercing eyes, a deep brown that reflects both determination and a hint of arrogance, Jungkook’s gaze is both intense and captivating. His brow piercings increases the intensity of his gaze even more.

Upon his strong arms, a tapestry of tattoos unfolds, each design a narrative etched in ink- The motifs, stark against his fair skin, trace the contours of muscles that hint at a strength not easily contained.

Beneath the hardened exterior, however, lingers the paradox of a “baby-faced” warrior. Jungkook’s soft features, though sculpted by the passage of time and the rigors of dragon rider training, retain a youthful charm that defies the graveness of his responsibilities.

Here, Jungkook writes a story of contrasts, where tradition and rebellion dance together in a spellbinding harmony.

Yet, him being loved by almost the whole population of the kingdom, you found yourself loathing him.

The animosity that grew between you two, emerged from a combination of conflicting backgrounds, divergent ideologies, and a clash of personalities.

Jungkook carried the weight of familial expectations and traditions. His reserved demeanor and arrogant nature often set him apart, earning him both respect and an air of intimidation.

You, on the other hand, hailed from more humble origins, your ascent to the esteemed academy marked by determination and an unyielding spirit.

You both fought for recognition in the academy, often led to arguments marked by sharpe words, competitive duels, palpable tension and mutual hatred for each other.

The hatred grew over the years as well as the thick sexual tension between you two. The irresistible attraction you both feel towards each other is unexplainable but not-so-hidden either.

The aftermath of the halted Dragon Duel left the arena in an eerie silence, the tension was thick in the air.

As, all the students got dismissed by the school authorities, everyone stared entering the school and going back to their respective dorms.

You were walking alone as usual towards your dorm when you heard a very familiar and annoying voice of the male you hate so much, “This intervention was unnecessary. We could have settled it ourselves.”

Jungkook, his usually reserved demeanor now tinged with visible annoyance, broke the silence at last. His voice reverberates through out the hollowed hallway, making everyone pause in their movements.

You, equally agitated, responded sharply, “Your arrogance is truly astounding, Jungkook. The authorities stepped in to prevent a catastrophe, something you seem oblivious to.”

The venom In your voice evident and not much hidden from anyone present there. People gathered around you, saw the argument unfolding in front of them.

Jungkook’s patience worn thin, he retorted, “You act as if you know everything. This clash was an inevitable part of our training. We can’t shield ourselves from every challenge!”

He was being absurd with whatever statement he was stating. His pride was taking a toll on his thinking ability clearly.

You were beyond annoyed with his obliviousness when you shot back, “Training, yes. But, not at the risk of endangering everyone around us. Your recklessness is a danger, and it reflects poorly on House Shadowthrone.”

You heard a few gasps around you, people were surprising with your choice of words. You saw their eyes gone wide upon hearing you pulling house shadowthrone into this argument.

Jungkook was enraged, if he wasn’t a human but a dragon, he should have breathed fire and burned you to the ashes once and for all.

He snapped back, “You act as If your celestial ideals make you infallible. This interruption only proves your inability to handle the challenges and run away from them. I chose the perfect name for you, didn’t I? Phoenix? Rise from the ashes without any ability and prowess–,” he stepped a bit closer to you, burning holes into your face with his Sharpe eyes as he said, “You belong to the slums and should stay there.”

His insulting words pierced through your heart and ignites a intense rage which you were unable to handle, “I’m not afraid of challenges, Jeon Jungkook from the house of Shadowthrone.” You said mockingly, “I just refuse to let arrogance and recklessness guide my actions unlike you. We must be responsible for the consequences of our powers.”

Soon, the onlookers, divided by loyalties, began to interject with verbal insults and jeers. A supporter of Jungkook, emboldened by the mounting tension, shouted, “Jungkook’s strength lies in action, not in empty words and celestial theatrics. Your ideals won’t protect us when the real challenges come.”

People found amusement in them as they begun to laugh at you. You were standing alone there, with no one by your side but yourself, helpless but still defending yourself.

You countered with determination, "Strength without responsibility is a liability, not an asset. We need more than brute force to navigate the complexities of our calling."

You heard a ‘tsk’ from Jungkook as he kept on glaring at you. The voices in favor of Jungkook gained momentum, echoing sentiments of tradition and House Stonethrone storied legacy.

You saw Ivy Drakaron, one of the nobles who happened to be your fellow classmate, smirking at your direction and quite enjoying you being insulted in front of thousands of people, whispering provocative remarks to those around her and laughing along with it.

“Your supposed ‘responsibility’ is nothing but an excuse for your lack of prowess. Syndril needs dragon riders who can face challenges head-on, not ones who cower behind ideals.” Jungkook spits venom from his mouth at you, and this time, it was enough for him to break your hard exterior which you were maintaining carefully and brought tears to your eyes.

With glossy eyes, you glare at his direction and this time, he looked quite surprised and speechless.

Kim Namjoon, senior of yours, belongs to the house of Stoneheart attempted to mediate, stepped forward, “Calm down, both of you, Jungkook and ____. Our unity is paramount, and personal disputes must not undermine the cohesion of Syndril’s dragon riders.”

He had always been the mediator whenever you two started quarrelling in the middle of nowhere. Being the president of the student community, he had all the abilities to be the perfect leader, still, you both made him afraid with your intense fights, so much so that he became tired. He referred himself to an old man because, according to him, he will soon become bald, if he had to continue taking care of you two anymore.

You thought, he might stop with his hateful remarks after seeing your cracked demeanor, it was clear that you were hurt but he didn’t stopped. Jungkook, unwilling to yield, shot a disdainful look at you, "Unity does not mean blind conformity. Your idealistic notions jeopardize the very essence of our training."

“And your recklessness jeopardizes lives. I won’t compromise the safety of our dragon rider community for the sake of your misguided ideals.”

Before the tears descended from your gaze, you departed, no longer willing to endure the ceaseless barrage of disparagement.

You were alone in the library at night, when you sensed an elusive presence that stirred the tranquil air.

It wasn't that the library was open at night, you often snuck in there from a secret path, finding the atmosphere of the silently library amusing, it became one of your nightly endeavours.

The muted glow of lanterns cast intricate shadows on the ancient bookshelves, creating an ambiance that heightened your awareness.

As you delicately turned the pages of an age-worn tome, the subtle rustle of paper seemed to echo louder in the stillness… An inexplicable awareness tingled at the nape of your neck, compelling you to glance over your shoulder.

Despite the initial surprise after seeing the figure that stepped into the pool of dim light, you decided to mask any reaction, adopting an air of nonchalance.

Because, you knew who it was.

You continued your perusal of the ancient tome, deliberately chose to ignore his presence.

Jungkook, sensing the deliberate indifference, cleared his throat as he leaned on the table in front of him.

You just gave a quick glance at his direction before continue your reading. You saw Jungkook’s eyes aglow with the flickering candlelight, he looked…handsome. You might fall in love if it weren’t for his arrogant nature.

“Seems like you’re quite fond of conversing with seniors. Is that how commoners like to elevate their status?”

There he goes again. Why can’t he keep his mouth shut?

Wait…why he is asking that?

It’s nothing like you both share a loving relationship, far from that. You both hated each other but despite the hatred, the burning desire and the tentative lust for each other was unexplainable.

The magnetic pull that neither of you could deny, at last gave in.

The first time he fucked you was the time, when you came in the second position of your test.

The rule was simple. The winner must take the lead.

It was quite exquisite seeing Jeon Jungkook squirming under your touch when you tied him up and kept him on the edge until he was begging underneath you, because he lost to you in a game of chess.

It was only this ‘physical’ relationship between you two besides the rivalry. So, why he sounded… jealous?

Nonetheless, you were quite enjoying it when you donned a smirk in response to Jungkook’s probing gaze. “Oh, didn’t realize my choice of conversation partners was under such intense scrutiny –,”

You moved towards the bookshelf beside Jungkook to grab an another ancient tome as you continued, “Namjoon? Just discussing the intricacies of life, you know, the stuff that doesn’t make it into noble conversations.” your words, laced with sarcasm, floated through the library.

You did had a conversation with Namjoon earlier, about the incident that happened before. He was worried about you. So, it was a normal decent conversation.

“ –also he was worried about my wellbeing.” You said as your fingers idly tracing the spines of the books. The calmness in your tone unwittingly added fuel to the simmering fire.

Jungkook’s jaw tenses, he retorted, “Seems like you’re building quite the support system among the nobles, ____.”

His constant insults only proves your theory further more, “It’s called having friends, Jeon Jungkook. Maybe you should try it sometime.” You subtly threw a smirk at his way before minding your own business.

This time, when you tried to move away from the spot you were standing, you felt a strong arm pulling you backwards.

“What friendship, ____? Where you fuck them?” His face was closer to yours, his warm breath hitting your face. You looked up at him and saw a intensity in his eyes you’ve never seen before.

“Why do you care? Huh?” You stood firm on your toes, “That’s .None. Of. Your. Business!”

“It is. Because, I’m the only one who fucks you.”

He clenched his jaw, a subtle tension lingered in the air. You didn’t knew why he was acting the way he was acting, so you tried to push your body away from him.

It wasn't like it’s any of his business. You can have any kind of relationship with anyone, he was no one who could tell you otherwise. His oddly possessive behavior made you irritated further more.

“J- Jungkook –,” You tried to pull your hand out of his grip and pushed him back. Your hand was on his chest, you felt his muscles tenses under your touch, “–let go of my hand.”

Instead of doing that, he pushed your back onto the table beside you, caging your hands behind your back as your butt hit the edge of the table.

He didn’t said anything, just looked at your eyes with the same intensity and something your couldn’t decipher.

“Let me go!” You whisper-shouted at him.

“Kiss me and I will.”

You eyes widened at his words as you saw a devilish smirk on his face. He was clearly messing up with you. You pushed against him again, but he settled his one leg in between your thighs, further confining you in that position.

“Fuck off!” You retorted, annoyance etching your words.

In response, he countered with a smoldering gaze, “I shall if you ask nicely.”

His face more closer to yours, lips brushing against each other and the leg between your thighs slightly grind against your throbbing cunt, making you whimper in the process.

You didn’t held back yourself anymore as you smacked your lips on his.

As your lips collided, an intricate ballet of conflicting emotions played out. You sucked on his lips harder, so much so that it might leave brushes behind but he didn’t restricted you.

You heard him growl under his breath when you latched on his lower lip and pulled it down with your teeth.

You knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help yourself. It was like you were hypnotized.

“I hate you.” You said in-between the kiss and he instantly responded, “The feelings are mutual.”

The intensity of the kiss grew even more when he grabbed your one leg, wrapping it around his waist. You could feel his boner right against you.

You grind on it, eliciting a hiss from him, moaning when you feel him growing harder underneath those clothes.

He deepened the kiss further, pushing further into your body. His hands comes down to your butt as he squeezes it.

Both of your tongue moved in a symphony, making you weak on your knees.

Then you did something. You grabbed his long locks in attempt to push in your tongue inside of his mouth but, in return, you received a harsh slap on your ass, along with a bite on your lower lip.

“Don’t even try, love.”

The moan that escaped from your mouth should be illegal, because the way Jungkook’s cock twitched and jumped in respond to that made him moan into your mouth.

You feel a gush of arousal approaching just from the name he called you. You knew he called you that mockingly but the things it does to you…it would rather be better if no one knows about that.

Pulling your head backwards by your hair, he started kissing your neck , leaving trails of colorful masterpieces on his way.

A reminder for you about your secret, which no one knows but you, the walls of these library and the man sucking your tits.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet.” The sounds you were making, was obscene. He twirls his tongue around your hardened bud, harshly sucking on it. Two of his fingers makes its way towards your throbbing pussy.

“You aren’t wearing any panties?” You didn’t understand why he was in disbelief. It’s night time, so, wasn't it obvious?

“Yes, because I was going to bed, you stupi–,” you gasped when he suddenly pushed his one finger inside, making you clench around it.

“Watch your mouth, love, or I might shut you up with something else.”

That jerk!

Before you could threw some insulting remarks towards him, he turned you around abruptly and made you spread your leg wide. You found support on the table in front of you, as you gripped on the edges of it for some support.

He pulled your nightgown all the way up to your waist. You couldn’t saw him in the dim light, but you felt the heat of his burning desire.

The library's dim light cast shadows that played upon the canvas of your unspoken desires.

You felt his fingers on your thighs as they tentatively draw patterns on your smooth skin, as he kissed your inner thighs, making you shut your eyes from the overwhelming sensations.

When you did looked back, you saw Jungkook on his knees as he fondle your ass feverously, his intense gaze focused on your soaking pussy.

“Wandering around like this? You are a little slut, aren’t you?” You mewl when he placed a kiss on your clit, so soft that you just felt the ghost of his lips but it was enough for you to threw your head back.

Without a warning, he started sucking you clit, twirling his tongue all over your cunt as if he just found his favorite desert.

“My little slut, only mine. Right, love?”

He was settled in between you thighs, both your legs on his shoulder.

When you look down on him, he was smirking at you while devouring your pussy like a starve man.

The subtle eye contact ignited something in you, he made you feel things you shouldn’t felt. The forbidden sense of this makes it more appealing as you couldn’t help but drawn to the this unspoken game of lust and desire.

You screw your eyes shut, gripping the table as you prepare yourself for the upcoming orgasm.

He brought his fingers to your clit and started rubbing it in a crisscross way while his tongue goes inside of you, fucking you on his tongue.

As soon as that hot muscle entered, you moaned out his name, unable to control yourself, your essence dripping all over his mouth as he kept on rubbing and tugging your clit with his fingers while his tongue explores your warm walls as he found that spot which made your brain numb.

And, he knew it.

He smirked when you gripped on his men bun, shoved his face further into pussy as you grind on his face, desperately chased you release.

He kept on hitting that spot until you were a whimpering mess, but as soon as he felt your orgasm approaching, he pulled back altogether.

The whine that escaped your mouth was desperate. Embarrassing. But, you didn’t care.

“What the fuck?”

“I asked you a question, didn’t I?”

Asshole.

He wanted you to admit, to submit to him. Admitting that you’re his, had always been a struggle for you. Why would you though, when you weren’t his? You never understood his obsession with making you admitting that.

It must be some sick power play for him, you thought.

“I’m not saying it, because I’m not yours.” You firmly stated, glaring down at him.

His eyes further hardened from the previous half lidded one, “Let’s see for how long you can stick to that.”

Again he goes back to his work, this time more rougher than before.

Every time, you came closer to your release, he pulled back and made you squirm in his hold.

At the last thrust of his tongue, you cried out, your cries resonated through out the empty hall of the library. You instantly slapped your hand over your mouth.

“Come on, love. Say it if you want to cum.”

He was determined about leaving you then and there, hot and messy with your dripping cunt if you weren’t tell him the words he wanted to heard. His stubbornness and competitive nature wasn’t anything new to you.

He again brought his hand to your abused pussy, but this time, he put his fingers in it while sucking on your pulsating bud, occasionally tugging and biting the bundle of nerves, making you go insane.

“Fuck. Please, please Jungkook, let me c-cum,”

You voice was whiney, your broken cries made his cock twitch in his pants once again, making him growl into your heat.

“Then say it –,” He smacked your ass, his teeth dragging all over your throbbing clit before tugging and sucking on it harshly, “Say that you’re mine.”

You gripped onto his hair, tugged on it as your thighs stared trembling along with your whole body, you were close.

This time, you gave up.

You pleaded to him, chasing your release once again.

“No no, O-okay, please I’m yours, I’m yours, jus–Just lemme cum.”

“Then, cum for me but look at me when you do. I wanna see your face”

You obliged without any obligations. You looked down at him, staring into his eyes as you saw his brows pinched together as his lips attached to your clit, while thrusting his fingers inside you as you cum around them, made them soaking wet with your essence, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as he watched your blessed out face with a smile on his face.

He didn’t stop though, until he drunk all of that you gave to him, slurping your essence, leaving you dry.

He was back on his toes as he turned you around. Your legs still trembling from the intense orgasm and overstimulation, he held you, encircled his hand around your waist and made you sit on top of the table.

You could see his face glistering with your essence, shining under the dim light, his piercing eyes staring at your soul as you saw he licked his lips with his half-lidded eyes and tousled hair from you gripping and tugging on it.

He was so hot that you didn’t knew if you wanted to kill him or kiss him.

He made it easier as he put his fingers in his mouth, sucking your essence of off it, then pulling you into a kiss.

An electric charge rushes through you as it seemed to dance across every inch of your body. You gasped, when you tasted your own cum on your tongue.

You were out of breath when he detached his lips from yours, both of you tried to breath in some air while you thought what the fuck you just did?

When he tried to caress your cheeks, you pushed him back, made him bewildered in the process.

“I-I have to leave.” You stumbled a bit on your steps but caught yourself before he could reach out.

“____...” It was surprisingly…tender, almost affectionate. It made you wonder if he genuinely felt remorse, maybe guilt?

“What went down earlier shouldn’t have, and I get that I said some hurtful things. But…honestly, if you weren’t mentioned my house, I wouldn’t have gone there and– I hope you know that…”

Oh, the irony! Expecting an apology from him?

His pride soared too high to grasp your emotions. He didn’t even considered the things he said to you, the things you had to heard because of him, how much you had to suffer.

Yes, you truly despise him and he is the reason behind that.

As you kept on walking out of the library, not sparing a glance back at him, unwilling to linger in the aftermath of his intensity.

“You are a fucking jerk, Jeon Jungkook and I hope you know that.”

The damage was done, and the scars of his callousness lingered.

Note: Let me know your thoughts on this and also, help me out with making the decision about if I should make this into a series or not. Like, is it worth it? Please let me know!!

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[the-fiction-witch]

I Like Him P8

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Oscar Tully Couple - Oscar X Reader Reader - (OC) Jaerra Targaryen [Daughter of Daemon Targaryen & Rhea Royce] Rating - 15 + Word Count - 1116

Oscar's heart pounded as he leapt from the bed, quickly putting some distance between himself and Jaerra. He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, hoping to calm the tense situation. Jaerra, still trying to catch her breath, sat up on the bed and swiftly moved to the other side, keeping a wary eye on Oscar. Meanwhile, Daemon, his eyes filled with determination, focused solely on Oscar. With a swift, purposeful movement, he drew his dark sister from its sheath and began to stalk towards Oscar, his every step exuding an unsettling intensity.

“Daemon!” Jaerra gasped her blood running cold to think of what he would do to him,

“You dare… to even believe for a moment, You.” Daemon growled, stepping closer and closer backing Oscar to the wall, “May so much as look at Jaerra with those mossy riverman eyes. And now you feel entitled as Lord Paramount to bed yourself with MY DAUGHTER!” Daemon raised Dark Sister high mid-swing as he spoke,

Oscar squeezed his eyes shut expecting the horrific pain,

But a sharp ring echoed in the room as Jarrea, instinctively grabbed her own sword from beside the intricately carved wooden bed. With unparalleled agility, she leapt between them, gracefully blocking Dark Sister, a legendary blade known for its history of conquests, with her own sword, The Blaze. The clash of the two weapons sent sparks flying as the speckled, long, and thin Valyrian steel blade of Dark Sister met the edge of the thick bronze blade of The Blaze. The sharp Valyrian steel, already honed from countless battles, dented the bronze upon impact, only to be stopped by the center pin of Valyrian steel within The Blaze.

“Enough!” Jaerra shouted forcing him to lower the sword, the sound of the metals running across each other before finally separating,

“He is to die,”

“You’ll have to kill us both.”

“You will not do this.”

“I will.”

“You will not! You will move aside and let me finish this fish.” Daemon raised his sword again,

but Jaerra blocked it once more, “No! I will not!”

“I will not allow this!”

“Who said it was yours to allow!” she screamed back between blows,

“He has no right to you!” Daemon yelled,

“And nor do you!” she shouted back,

“I have every right!”

“No, you don’t!”

“As your king-”

“Consort!”

“Still you need obey me!”

“Why! You have never involved yourself!”

“Becuase I will not see you throw your life away for some Tully!”

“My life! It is mine! Not yours!”

“No! I will not! This is my life, my decision. You have never cared for me!”

“You’re my daughter!” He screamed, forcing the blade from her hands, “I make commands of you because you are my daughter! A choice neither of us made but one we both must live with. And I will be damned to the seven hells before I see you in the arms of a Tully,”

“You’ve never once acted like it,” She whimpers “Fathers are meant to love their daughters, to buy them toys and dresses, they are meant to hold their hand and kiss their hair, to let them lay in their bed when their scared and tell them they are beautiful,” her tone turned higher and tears welled up in her eyes, “You did nothing! None of it! You might as well have abandoned me like a bastard! And now! You feel entitled to me, and now you decide my life, to be a father …well you can fuck off, You had years to be a father and never once did you even try! You have no right to command me!”

“I will not see my eldest daughter, throw her life away, for a fling with a riverlord.”

“You know nothing of me.” She said, “Of the life I have built, of the person I am. How can you claim to know what is best for me… when you don’t even know me.” she cried,

Oscar's heart ached as he saw Jaerra's tears, and without a second thought, he enveloped her in his arms, completely disregarding Daemon's fury. He held her close, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her gently against his chest as she wept softly. With tenderness, he ran his fingers through her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Despite the seething rage he felt towards Daemon, Oscar never once shifted his gaze towards him, choosing instead to focus on comforting the woman he loved. In that moment, he understood that holding Jaerra close and offering her solace far outweighed the urge to confront her father with a thousand words of anger and frustration.

Daemon sighed, and fully sheathed his sword, “I know.” He said softly, trying to rest a hand on her shoulder,

Jaerra flinched away deeper into Oscar’s chest,

Oscar squeezed her protectively,

“Jaerra…” Daemon sighed offering his hand,

Jaerra stood there, her mind racing as she thought it over for a good few moments. She didn’t want to trust him, but she felt an overwhelming need to at least hear him out in this critical moment. Her heart pounding, she kept one hand in Oscar's, and slid the other into her father's, seeking comfort and guidance in his steady presence.

Daemon squeezed her hand softly and spoke almost in a whisper, “I know that he… is not worthy of you,”

“How? How do you know this…”

"Because no man will be worthy of you," he said with a serious expression. "No man will ever be enough for you. You are a Targaryen, the blood of old Valyria runs through your veins. You are my daughter, and there is no man in the Seven Kingdoms, in all of this world, who is worthy of you," he explained with a mix of sadness and determination in his voice.

“But I am also a Royce. Of Runestone.” She said firmly, “And I would rather die, than be wed to my own family to protect this… stupid blood. This blood that has more value to you than me.” She said taking her hand from his, “This is my life, my decision. And I’ve made it.” she said,

“Come on Jaerra, you can stay in my chambers tonight.” Oscar softly smiled squeezing her hand,

She nodded, her hand trembling slightly as she picked up her sword from the cold stone floor. Oscar and Jaerra exchanged a meaningful glance before silently leaving the room, leaving Daemon standing alone, surrounded by the heavy silence that hung in the air. As they disappeared from sight, Daemon's emotions boiled over, a mixture of seething rage and overwhelming sadness engulfing him, leaving him frozen in place for what felt like an eternity. Finally, a string of curses escaped his lips as he turned on his heel, striding back to his chambers with a heavy heart and a troubled mind.

[celestialdragoncookie]

What's all your Ocs?

My ocs

Starlight star cookie and titanium dragon cookie

Main characters

Demonos Cacao cookie and Dark dragon cacao cookie.

Side main characters

Dark shadow milk cookie, Dark flame cookie, shadow milk cookie, white cacao cookie, Jasmine light cookie, mystical flour cookie, pure milk vanilla cookie, rose Mary dragon cookie, miasma Choco Cookie

Side main characters

Characters not made yet.

Celestial dragon cookie

Blizzard Queen Cookie

Seven seas cookie

Rocky road cookie

Iron walnut cookie

Blazing thunderbolt cookie

Hellfire cookie

Silver lily cookie

Royal iron cookie

Overdrive cyborg cookie

Dark moon cookie

Raging sea cookie

Main characters story about started

Juggernaut

Yorrichi Tsukagami

Michikatsu Tsugikuni

Abyss hazel cacao cookie

Heavenly vanilla cookie

Starlight Star cookie

Titanium dragon cookie

Do tell which of them you like the most guyss

Other then liking please tell in comments.

[hugemilkshake]

https://www.tumblr.com/hugemilkshake/764816678039240704/day-2-of-oc-kissing-may-i-give-rex-cookie-some

That’s great, I’ve actually been thinking about the same thing as I go along with this! I’m really curious as to how your ocs would even react to receiving the kisses themselves!

Well here you go for that! (I’m not drawing their reactions-)

How my OCs would react to being kissed!

Starfruit Milkshake only wants kisses from Snake Tooth

Snake Tooth only wants kisses from Starfruit Milkshake

Bubbly Milkshake would cover her face since she would be blushing a lot

Burnt Caramel would probably purify himself but then give you a pat on the head

Rex Cookie would say thanks and not act like she’s happy but her tail would be wagging so she kinda gives herself away

Sugary Jello will be giggling a lot and asking how did she taste. Don’t worry she’s a bit of a freak at times

Cinnamon Spider is grinning like a idiot and will probably ignore any illegal stuff you do for a bit

Red Fruit will act confident but will internally be questing if your the one and wether or not he should introduce you to his grandma

Blackberry Shade is chuckling and then peppering your face with kisses, she has to one up you.

Powdered Basil is softy smiling and giving you a kiss in return… you don’t know how much that means to him

Simmering Onion won’t notice you kissed him until a few minutes later, after that he’ll be real embarrassed

Grilled Tomato is smiling and giving you a big old hug, you probably both fall after she tried to lift you up

Scorched Garlic will smile but kindly ask you to not do that again, not because it makes him uncomfortable but because he doesn’t feel like he deserves it…

Bubbling Oil smiles at you and will ask if she can kiss you back, if you say yes then she will kiss you back, leaving you with a warm and joyful feeling

Adele Penguin doesn’t like kisses but hugs are always appreciated since they’re are super cuddly!

Wild Basil is tricky, I mean if you kissed him I think he would be shocked and either A- keep you around at all times or B (and what most likely will happen) he will shove you away and run off.

Barbecue "Dragon" will try to not show he’s blushing by acting high and mighty and that he let you kiss him

Gran-Berry she will only accept either forehead or cheek kisses due to her age but she will be very happy

Minty Snail is stuttering a lot but will ultimately hug you

Dark Apple he will punch you if you kissed him. No kisses for him. But maybe a fist bump or a side hug will work

Tabby Cat gets no kisses, but they will sleep on your lap, not as a sign of affection but because they are very eppy

Pink Mantis will be giggling and writing you lots of love letters

Blushing Snail won’t accept kisses, they will basically shrink down into their cloak if you do

Emperor Caterpillar will give you a lazy grin and offer a date to you

Peach Novius will try to complement you but will be stuttering to much

Leaf Sheep Slug would be blushing if he didn’t have to worry about a crazy ex, so instead of being all giddy he’s going to probably protect you from Blazing Spice

Adenosine Cookie is certainly interesting. The fact you got close to them is crazy in the first place, and since their face is hidden it would be in their hand that got kisses, which is more impressive so honestly you’d probably get a compliment before they leave, they are the type to commit to stuff

Water Cookie is a minor so no kisses, but a hug would be good

Salt Water is a minor so no kisses but a high five will do

Sugar Water is a minor so no kisses and nothing else.

Snake Skin will chuckle and give you some stollen money after he quickly flirts with you

Weeping Begonia will flirt with you while sneakily stealing stuff from you. Him giving it back or not is the true question

Purple Mold will be a little confused but will ultimately be super chill with it

White Flower won’t have much of a reaction but hopefully you didn’t kiss her on the lips, she has a parasite that wouldn’t mind switching bodies

Blazing Spice would be flattered that you’d kiss him but unfortunately his heart belongs to another… which might be a good thing for you since he’s a bit crazy

[musee-de-muse]

The Tower

DWC November 2024

Day 1: Haze/Sexy

OC: Lilliana Whitedawn, Sindorei 'Felblood'

(I never wrote about the fall of Dalaran, and there's a couple characters who have feelings about it, so now is as good of a time as ever.)

@daily-writing-challenge

It was early enough that the morning haze of fog still kissed the sea's gently rolling surface, as it lazily lapped at the shore – well-worn leather boots carrying the fair-haired Sin'dorei deftly along the damp sand of the beach. Her gaze swept the strewn rocks, and debris – still in shock. One moment, all was well – the club had been as it was every other day, or night... teeming with gyrating bodies – while wishes were fulfilled in the shadows of her insidiously sensual domain.

And then all the lights had come on, the music coming to an abrupt halt as the crushing press of flesh below began to blink out of the fog of pleasure and lust, the exits blazing with a soft, red-tinted arcane glow – the emergency features put in place long before her time had cut the party swiftly short, and... with relatively little harm done, security had escorted all those in attendance either out of Dalaran itself through portals, or back into the underbelly to make their own ways to safety, family, or whatever else called to them in these frantic, confused moments of invasion.

It had been so fast. One moment, bodies pressed hotly against one another – dark secrets traded for dangerous desires; drugs, alcohol, flesh, magic... or simply a release from the expectations of every day life... this was the legacy she'd been handed. The club she'd practically been shaped within, herself – the walls therein holding secrets the likes of which she'd no doubt have killed, to keep.

It was the one, big thing that had still tied her to those now forever gone from her life.

“Was it too much to ask for just this?”

The waves shushed her as gently as they could.

“Not only was a whole city I loved utterly destroyed – a symbol of what we can achieve with alliances, instead of war. A testament to our prowess over magic, and our ability to bring that power to everyone...”

What was she even trying to say? That not only did it hurt her, as an Elf... but that it felt like a knife in her gut. It felt personal. It felt like Ythgar leaving all over again. It felt like Iloam's goodbye, in which he had accused her of being a demon in disguise - in which he had told her to never speak to him or his again. It tasted like having had love at her fingertips, only to lose it over, and over again.

It was a whole era of her life being ripped away from her again.

It was an anchor to the young woman's humanity that had allowed her to not only stay rooted in a safer mindset, bound up in memories and legacy...but it had allowed Lily's demonic side to be sated in a convenient manner without causing anyone any real harm. It was a tie to a part of her life that had felt so safe, in the early days – a time that, despite the turmoil it had all ended in, had forced her to take shape in her first days truly on her own.

And so Lily let herself grieve there on the shore, by herself – she let herself grieve in a way she never really had had the time for, since all the loss. She'd been busy mourning herself – her mortality, and her fel corruption - and raising a daughter, and fighting to save Azeroth, and sating her demon, and getting her estate back on its feet in the strain of the years since the fall of Quel'thalas... and she'd barely been an adult, when it had all begun. She grieved for the that girl, too – the Flower Girl. The one who hadn't known any better. The one mocked for her naivete.

She was a mother to a preteen now; beloved friend, and trusted ally of dragons; half a demon; still, as ever, a Crusader to be called upon by the Argent Crusade; a hobbyist historian, a professional relic-retriever with her own ship and crew, now... who would have to return to piracy on the sly, with the club now removed as a 'hunting ground' to sate the demonic side of her.

Lilliana was all those things, and more – this towering woman, who now sank to her knees in the sand... one hand firmly in the moist earth, gripping the sand tight between her fingers, as the other clutched at the 'silver' pendant of a lioness that she'd worn since the day Ythgar, the Marquis of Vynguld, had gifted it to her.

As the pendant dug into the flesh between her knuckles, the Elven woman shuddered – taking a steadying breath, as the memories... as the anger and the grief washed over her... and she let it pass, pushing down the demon it rankled to life in her breast.

“But a bilge rat always survives.”

Soft and hoarse, these words to the empty beach – and yet, the lessons Iloam had taught Lily as a naive, young paladin had buried themselves deep in her psyche, and still held her in their grip. One knee comes up, plants a booted foot under her, and she hefts herself up in a singular motion – the hand that cleans her face leaving a smear of sand in its wake... and behind her, the pristine, damp sand is broken only by steady footprints that lead away from the messy disturbance she'd left in the sand, in her moment of delayed grief – all that hurt put neatly back in a box, and away out of sight to haunt her another day.

[cinnamongorll]

a fragile line - chapter 3

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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female OC

Tags: extreme slow burn, age gap, older man/younger woman, protective joel, jealous joel, hurt/comfort, pov third person, mutual pining, angst, sexual tension, friends to lovers, canon-typical violence, feral joel, parental abuse.

Fic synopsis: three years ago, Juliet escaped her father's religious survivor camp, ending up in the Boston QZ. Juliet created a life for herself in Boston, desperate to forget the trauma of her upbringing. One day, Juliet arrives home to find a mysterious letter which forces her to return to her home town. Juliet can't travel the harsh post-apocalyptic landscape alone, so she enlists the help of the grumpy and, at times, frightening man she works alongside: Joel Miller.

Word count: 2k

Chapter 3: 'Twice'

“Juliet?” 

Deep brown eyes were locked on her frozen figure. Surprise blazed within them, the mask of indifference usually coating Joel’s features had slipped slightly, softening the lines on his forehead. 

Juliet blinked and it was gone. Joel’s walls were up again, echoing an iron glare of suspicion and impatience. 

Juliet swallowed and wet her lips, unable to break eye contact. 

“Joel, I -”

“Get in. Quick” he interrupted.

Joel’s hard gaze now focused on the hallway behind her. He took a step backwards into his apartment, opening the door wider for Juliet to slip past.

Quiet shock gripped Juliet’s mind but her body responded immediately. She stepped forward, her shoulder brushing against Joel’s arm as she moved through the doorway.

His flinch was hard to ignore. 

Standing in Joel’s apartment, Juliet was acutely aware of how little she knew about him. It was wrong for her to be here, to invade his personal space, to enter into his private world. The rush from her conversation with Abe had faded, an icy dread now swirled in her gut. She could feign intimidation with others but not with Joel, his knowing eyes would see right through her. 

Juliet turned and watched as Joel locked his door, the click of each lock echoing a reminder that she was trapped in here with him. 

Joel turned to face her, his stare traced her body from her run down boots to the long dark braid hanging over her shoulder. Juliet held still, completely at the mercy of his scrutiny. She knew he was looking for weapons, searching for any odd bump in the fabric of her clothing which would alert him to a hidden gun or knife.

It was difficult not to shiver under the weight of his gaze. 

Juliet coughed, clearing her throat.

“Look, I know we don’t know each other,” she began.

“We don’t,” Joel agreed. He shifted his stance, folding his arms over his chest. “So why are you here?” 

Juliet thought about how to approach this conversation, attempting to rouse any sense of confidence in her voice. 

“You have a brother. In Wyoming,” she replied, more of a statement than an answer. 

Her words hung in the space between them. Joel was so still, Juliet couldn’t predict how he would respond. 

Abruptly, Joel broke eye contact as his gaze shot to the ceiling and a frustrated sigh escaped his lips. 

“Fucking Abe,” he grumbled under his breath. He looked back at her. “What about my brother?” 

Juliet stiffened, her feigned confidence began to falter. 

“I know you’re looking for a car battery, I know you’re trying to get to him,” she said.

“And what? You’ve got one to sell me?” Joel asked, his eyebrows raised.

“No, I… I also need out of the QZ,” Juliet responded, lifting her chin higher and folding her arms to match Joel’s.

Joel snorted but his face remained expressionless. He continued to stare at Juliet, almost as if he was waiting for her to back down, to take back her request. Seconds went by and he dropped his arms and walked towards his dining table. 

A dusty glass sat on the light wood along with an old map similar to her own. Juliet, unable to move, watched as Joel filled the glass about halfway with amber liquid from the bottle now in his hand. He took his time as he lifted the glass to his lips and took a large sip.

Juliet was growing impatient. She didn't have time to wait for Joel to take her seriously. 

“Listen, my father… my father is sick, really sick. I need to get to him,” she stuttered out, the lie almost choking her. 

“Okay,” he said, lengthening the word. “What do you need me for?” 

“You’re going to Wyoming, my father is in Iowa. Get me there and my father’s community will give you whatever you need for the rest of your journey,” she replied, her voice strong. 

This was not a lie, her father had built a powerful community over the years with strong members and an abundance of resources. Whoever returned his precious daughter to him would be paid well. 

“I travel alone,” Joel declared. No room for debate. 

“It’s safer to travel with other people” she argued.

“Yeah? For you or for me?” he challenged with the twitch of a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I don’t…” he began after a long pause, shaking his head, “I don’t smuggle people,” Joel maintained, setting his whisky glass down with a thump. 

Joel stalked towards Juliet who stood with her back straight, eyes hard as she followed his movements. 

“I didn’t ask you to smuggle me,” she insisted, anger now boiling her blood. “I can take care of myself Joel, but unfortunately we live in a world where women are the number one target,” Juliet closed her eyes and touched her forehead, another headache was blooming.

“I need someone to watch my back, I need someone who knows the landscape because if I make one wrong move… I’m dead. And not just from the infected,” she snapped, pausing to catch her breath. The words were spilling out of her. The thought of her father was a blade carved into her deepest fears. She was bleeding out in front of Joel. 

“Listen, I know you don’t know me,” she said, her voice softened. “We’ve worked together for years but never really spoken. I know this. But right now, you’re all I’ve got,” she continued. 

“I don’t have a way out of the QZ, I don’t have a way across the country. But you do and I’m asking you, Joel, to take me where I need to go and you’ll get all the weapons and car batteries you could dream of,” she pleaded. “Lives depend on this” Juliet whispered, looking away from Joel and towards the window. She noticed a butterfly on the glass, did Joel put that there?

Joel was silent, he regarded her with an unreadable expression, his eyes never leaving her face. 

After a long minute of holding her breath, Juliet glanced back up at his face as he finally replied:

“I’ll get you out of the QZ but after that we go our separate ways.”

Juliet released a shuddering breath. She knew his answer was final, there would be no debating this. She had said her peace and this was all Joel would offer her. 

She couldn’t think of the journey right now, she couldn’t imagine what she would have to do to keep herself alive long enough to reach her father, to save Ethan. All she could focus on right now was getting out of the QZ, and that was what Joel would do for her. 

Juliet closed her eyes tight, then opened them into Joel’s. He hadn’t looked away.

“Okay,” she whispered. “Deal.”

Joel nodded, a muscle jumping in his jaw. 

He moved towards the door where a backpack was placed against the wall. Juliet hadn’t noticed this when she came in, too absorbed in her nervousness. Joel bent down, crouching in front of it, he pulled the zip and reached inside, as though confirming everything was where it should be. Juliet noticed that the bag was stuffed with supplies, fully packed and ready to go. 

Joel was planning on leaving the QZ tonight, car battery or not.

Joel placed a hand on the wall and pushed himself up, releasing a quiet groan under his breath. He moved to the corner of his apartment beside the bed held up by cinder blocks and pulled open a loose floorboard, grabbing a gun and ammo from the tight space. He glanced over at Juliet. 

“We’re leavin’” he said. “Tonight.” 

Joel stood next to his bed, quietly arming myself as Juliet just stood and watched. She quickly looked away, though, when he lifted his shirt slightly to put a gun in his back pocket and a tanned patch of skin became visible. 

“Stay here while I check if the route is clear,” he commanded, walking towards the door. 

“But -” Juliet started to argue.

“No ‘buts’,” he ordered, his hand raised. “Stay here,” he repeated without looking at her, before he unlocked and slipped out the door. Locking it behind him. 

Juliet stood and stared at the now closed door, mouth open. After a deep breath she staggered over to Joel’s couch, shrugged off her backpack, sat down and placed her head in her hands. What if he doesn’t come back? What if he leaves me here?  

She sat up and noticed his backpack still lay by the door. That’s something, at least.  

Juliet was leaving the QZ, tonight. For a moment, she felt like her consciousness no longer rested within her body. It was impossible to believe that she would leave the only place she had ever called home, now never to return. The finality of the situation was overwhelming. She knew, deep to her core, that upon her return to her old community, she would never set foot outside of it again. Juliet had slipped from her father’s grasp once and he was not a man to repeat his mistakes. 

Tears threatened to fill her eyes, Juliet looked to the ceiling, furiously blinking them away. No, she would not cry. She would not be afraid of whatever awaited her, she only had to survive to make sure Ethan was safe. That was all she could focus on now. 

Juliet’s eyes scanned the room, noting the way a soft red glow from the streetlamp outside coated the walls of Joel’s apartment, reflecting off the used whiskey glass on his kitchen table. 

Like Juliet, Joel only kept the bare minimum of items in his apartment, as though he was ready to leave at any moment. Regardless, she could still see the imprints of his life all over. The glass on the table, the radio by the window, the soft throw on his couch. Her fingers reached out, stroking the dark pattern of the blanket.

God, she was tired. 

Juliet stood quickly, attempting to shake the exhaustion from her bones. What she had to do tonight demanded her full attention, her focus was vital. 

She walked around Joel’s apartment, praying her mind didn’t stray towards any dangerous thoughts as she focused her attention on the pieces of Joel left lying around. When she made it to the bedroom she stopped. Juliet didn’t know this man, she should not be standing next to his bed. It felt too intimate, too inappropriate. But it looked so comfortable. 

Juliet moved and tentatively sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress creaking under her. She didn’t know how long Joel would be but she had to rest, even just for a minute. Juliet leaned back on the mattress, moaning when her head hit Joel’s duvet. The mattress was lumpy and the fabric scratched her face but the bed smelled like smoke and pine and Juliet felt herself drifting off. Her mind pressing pause, numbness swallowed her.

—----------------------------

“The hell you doin’?” 

Juliet blinked, she rolled over and lifted her head. Joel was standing at the foot of the bed with a dangerous expression on his face. 

“Shit,” she gasped, jumping off the bed. 

“We don’t have time for this,” Joel scolded. "We need to get movin’.”

Juliet nodded, her head spinning as she scrambled towards the couch for her backpack. 

“What weapons you got?” Joel asked.

Juliet opened her bag and pulled out a handgun, then reached into her boot and gripped her knife, presenting both for Joel to inspect. 

“Know how to use them?” Joel questioned, one eyebrow raised.

Juliet rolled her eyes. “Yes,” she replied quietly. 

Joel just shrugged and moved towards the door. “Come on.” 

Juliet quickly moved her handgun to her back pocket and her knife back in her boot. She glanced up, Joel was watching her. 

His stare was piercing, his eyes frigid and inhospitable. Such a contrast to his apartment, where every item, every surface, invited her attention. 

Juliet nodded. “Let’s go.”

[terror-billie]

Glimmers in the Penumbra

I assembled this zine to collect drabbles written for my D&D group, and I'm sharing it with you all today.

This is for you, @tofucasserole , @varethinsilico , @nautilusopus , @rosemochi , and @fury-brand

Special thanks to @fury-brand for drawing the illustrations used in this zine and for buying my drabble commission slots on behalf of the group. She has made a lot of really cool art for our group and for her character Dia especially, so you should check it out if you like this!

This was a really fun project. It was great to play in the 100 word limit with different styles and character voices to make something tailored for each character.

I assembled this zine so that I could make a special and unique home for all of the pieces together. It was put together in Scribus, a free and open source layout tool.

If you enjoyed this zine, please consider a donation to Crips for eSims for Gaza or at Gaza Funds.

Full Text Transcript Below the Cut

Full Text Transcript

Glimmers in the Penumbra A Tabletop Roleplay OC Drabble Collection

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Embodied

The snow feels wrong. It mushes against the strange pliant dough stretched across her soles, shoots her through with a kind of pain she's never felt before. It bites, metallic, as though she can feel the pinprick of each shard of each snow flake. The air, too, grips her. All of this, wrong. Never before had the winds caused her pain, nor had snow felt anything but pleasant on even her tenderest scales. Winter has abandoned her. It was in her very weft and now all she has is this naked pink putty. No way for a dragon to live.

Dia Istehar

[Includes an illustration of Dia holding herself in a gust of snow and wind.]

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L’Enfer

Fire's heat. Warms, tickles, crisps. Pleasure becomes pain. Sears, destroys, consumes. Ashes to ashes.

Vous qui entrez, abandonnez toute espérance.

No way to snuff a forest fire once it's caught hot and tall, naught but to let the blaze run out. A heart is like that. A little fire you can throw water over, but the burn in him grows fast. All you can do is get out the way.

Watch for smoke.

What's a flame want? Nothing but to burn. Bright and hot, alive until it's out. Doesn't care what's burning, where or how. But a man's heart? Well.

L’Enfer - The Inferno Vous qui entrez, abandonnez toute espérance. - Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

Ozias DeVir

[Includes an illustration of Ozias lighting a cigarette.]

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Song of the Princess

She is come from a castle in a far away land, from a lineage ruling for generations.

Hath traveled the lands in great odyssey, and suffered many a hardship and poverty.

O Princess, Sweetest Briar with thorns sharp, stand strong against despair. Nobility is not in gold but in heart and deed and bearing. Retain thy grace and thy dignity. Fear not the dark and the wicked, for thou art puissant. Magic courseth through thy veins as fish in a stream.

Know that one day thou wilt reclaim thy birthright. So sayeth this poem, written in serenade of a princess.

Briar Allaire

[Includes an illustration of Briar, regal in a crown.]

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Idle Musing

Life should be fun. Things would be far too boring without a bit of mischief to keep it interesting, ya know? Just a dash like spice in the stew. Nothing serious, maybe swipe a shiny here or snack there.

Things can change pretty fast out on the road though. It gets scary out there, with monsters and bad guys. Sometimes I think I should have just stayed home.

But hey, one minute you're strumming along up and down the strings of a bouzouki, tickling the melody to and fro, and bam! Out comes the zouka. Didn't expect that, didja spookies?

Kaapro

[Includes an illustration of Kaapro, a Kenku, smiling and playing a bouzouki.]

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Sacrament

"Go and sin no more."

The other man, the one on the other side of the wooden screen, knows what a joke it is. He says it anyway, and manages not to laugh. It's procedure after all.

A rosary and an extra Our Father. A man's life snuffed out, his blood on the stone, and all Lucere needs to do is mumble some words.

Done in God's name, isn't it a Holy act?

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

Deliverance won't come, but so too will he sin again. He always has and always will.

Lucere Crough

[Includes an illustration of Lucere holding a rosary in his hand, covering half of his face.]

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Just World Fallacy

Let us consider the situation rationally. Which situation is more likely?

The first, that I was conceived by two emotionally stunted people unprepared for the maturity, care, and mundane sacrifices of parenthood? That I lived at the whims of a man who took out rage and fear on his vulnerable son? That my mother could bring me into the world but shrink my existence so small in her heart that she could ignore it? That suffering is largely beyond our control and the world is fundamentally unfair?

Or that I am unloveable and it's my fault?

The answer is obvious.

Pinion Andolus

[Includes an illustration of Pinion where you cannot see his face, gazing at unbalanced scales.]

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Knight in Shining Armor

My face mirrored in a gleaming scale. I chased it like the glint of oasis after days walking parched sands. Was it a mirage? I follow its path and come no closer, but the image does not fade. Still there, out of reach, ever on the horizon.

What is she really like? I've imagined her on the highest pedestal, with every sublime virtue, and in the deepest depravity, with every foul cruelty. Perhaps she is simply a well-meaning fool, doing her best.

Do I truly want to know? Would the mirage dissolve, and would that be for good or ill?

Okaara Justa

[Includes an illustration of Okaara, a half-orc, gazing at her own reflection in a piece of plate armor.]

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寝袋詰め 心の準備 と出かける

「一緒に」

romaji reading: shurafuzume kokoro no junbi to dekakeru

「issho ni」

The bedrolls are wrapped. Ready for what awaits them, the party sets forth.

[Together]

[No illustration]

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

I've Got You

pairing: Fanon!Jacaerys Valeryon x Female OC

summary: Daena's still hidden with the servants and one just cannot seem to leave her alone.

Word count: 2,0K

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, incest, blacks won, soft dad Daemon, protective dad Daemon, protective Jace

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Daena eyed Jack seeing him already watching her every move making her even more uncomfortable. She fidgeted with the sleeve of her dress feeling irritated that a man like Jack was making her feel so dirty.

"Dana" Daemon called earning her attention. She walked over to her secret father. He held up his empty cup with a 'please' in his eyes but she knew he could not be polite. She knew Jace and Luce were watching her, one softly and the other shocked having heard of her heritage a while back after catching her and Jace in his room in a not-very-appropriate position, not that it was very bad, they have never gone all the way anyways.

"Anything else, your grace?" Daena asked after having filled her father's cup. Rhaenyra shook her head silently dismissing her. Their relationship did not improve much over the last couple of moons, it seemed like it had worsened after Jace told his mother of the affection he held for Daena, she was strongly against it wanting him to marry Baela and stay faithful to her. Baela did not care much, she held no more than brotherly love for Jace and she knew their marriage will be boring anyways.

Daena moved out of the door but not before catching Jacaerys' eyes watching her leave with a hint of a smile. He sent her a wink when their eyes met making her cheek blaze with a blush. She scurried down the corridor looking for the small dots every now and then on the walls, Jace had drawn them on himself seeing as she kept getting lost in Keep. Red meant kitchen, green meant the cellar, and white was her rooms.

"Dana" She paused hearing her fake name being called. She turned to find Jack following her with a weird smile on but she decided to ignore that and smile back just to be nice.

"They needed more cakes" He explained. She nodded and continued making her way through the corridors silently. She was thinking through options for a present to Jace whose nameday was coming up soon.

"I would pay a whole golden dragon to know what you are thinking of" Jack joked. Dana raised an eyebrow, why would he be interested in her thoughts?

"Just a new cake recipe" She lied. She got good at lying but it seems two people always caught her, Jace and Daemon Targaryen.

"I cannot wait to taste it then" He chuckled. Daena was about to take a left turn seeing a slightly bigger circle on the wall there even obvious to others no but Jace told them to never erase them using his younger brother Aegon as an excuse and no one dared defy the crown prince, the heir to the Iron Throne.

"Let's go this way, a short cut" Jack pointed to the opposite corridor. Daena was a little confused, Jace has never mentioned a shortcut to the kitchens.

"Are you sure? I do not want to get lost" Daena rubbed her hands together feeling a nervous sweat building on her palms.

"Of course, I take it all the time" He reassured. She nodded letting him lead the way.

The corridor was dark with barely any torches lighting the way. Daena shivered at the coldness in the air but did not comment.

"What do you want Jack?" Daena questioned. She knew he wanted something, this was not the way to the kitchens, although she did not know her way around much but a nagging voice in the back of her mind was telling her that there was no way this was the way to the kitchens.

"Whatever do you mean, dear Dana?" Jack asked turning to look at her with a mischievous smirk on his lips.

"This is not the way to the kitchens, what do you want?" Daena paused under a torch feeling uneasy in a dark part of the corridor. Jack stepped closer to her leaving barely two feet in between them.

"Is it not obvious? I have been giving you hints all week, Dana, I like you" Jack answered. That did not explain the dark corridor and the fear she felt in her bones.

"I am sorry Jack, I do not want to seem uncaring but I do not share those feelings with you" Daena shook her head in denying. Jack took a deep breathe before stepping closer to her trapping her against the wall.

"Let me prove you wrong" He begged. He leaned his head down trying to capture Daena's lips but she moved her head to the side.

Jack did not like that at all, he grabbed her chin forcing her to look at him. He had a glare set on his face daring her to move her head away from him again.

"Relax" He did not give her time to refuse again and slammed his lips down on hers. She squirmed and wiggled trying to get out of his hold. His lips were chapt and rough biting into her lips and making cuts all over her lips. She tried screaming but his lips muffled her words. His hands moved to grab her wrists and held them in place by her sides.

Daena felt panic rise inside of her as he continued to kiss her and hold her against her will against the wall. She tried twisting her wrists out of his hold but he was still stronger.

"Let me go" She demanded breathlessly when he pulled away. Jack smirked down at her, he has never looked eviler than he did now.

"Why should I? I tasted your lips and they are the sweetest thing I have ever tasted" He responded. He leaned his head down to pepper kisses across her neck and collarbone.

"Just let me go!" She yelled wiggling. She felt dirty and in need of a hundred baths.

"No way little girl, you taste divine" He whispered in her ear. She shuddered trying to push him away. He let go of one of her wrists to push some of her hair back when it fell over her neck so he could mark her even more. She immediately tried using it to her advantage but still, he was stronger.

"Let her go!" A voice boomed from the darkness. Daena's head snapped in that direction, there was a silhouette that no one can recognize but that voice was too familiar for her to not know.

"Prince Jacaerys" She whispered relieved. Jack scrambled away from her when he heard the name leave her lips. Jace walked closer to the pair with a smirk on his face. Jace walked over to Daena eyeing the bruises already appearing on her neck.

"Is this how you treat ladies?" Jace asked. One of his fingers moved to trace one of the bruises, his heart shattered at the sight of his beloved hurt. Daena whimpered moving away from him and that made him even more furious.

"My prince I was just-" Jack did not know how to justify what he was doing.

"Just what? If I had not passed this way you would have raped the poor girl" Jace's voice raised in volume making Daena jump. Jack's eyes flashed to look at her for a second and that was enough to strike fear into her, she shuffled closer to Jace for some safety, and reassurance that nothing will happen, and Jack will not hurt her.

"It was not my intention" Jack's eyes watered and his lower lips quivered sensing the danger.

"Get away from here before I cut off your cock myself" Jace hissed through his teeth. Jack scrambled away from there fearing the anger of the heir.

"Thank you" Daena whispered. The gravity of the situation finally fell and damn broke. Tears streamed down her face and her body shook with her sobs.

"Oh darling, come here" Jace pulled her into his arms trying to comfort her. She clung to him as if he was her lifeline. He held her against his chest thanking the gids for sparing her from such a fate. He will not let her out of his sight ever again.

"I w-was so s-scared" She whimpered. Jace never wanted to hear those words coming out of her mouth ever again.

"I've got you, darling, come" Jace stirred her away from this damned hallway. He did not know what compelled him to come this way, this hallway led to the dungeons after all but he was thankful he listened to his instincts. Daena did not know where he had taken her until she heard the sound of her father's voice.

"Jace?" The queen questioned. She knew of their relationship but she did not approve and besides it was unlike him to show affection in public knowing she would not like that. Daemon on the other hand grew concerned at the sight of his shaking daughter.

"There has been an incident" Jace explained. Daemon stepped over to the two and placed a hand on Daena's back. She looked up at him, eyes swollen and red from crying.

"What happened?" Daemon asked running a hand through her hair.

"Another servant tried getting his way" Was all Jace said and Daemon understood. His blood boiled with rage, how dare a lowlife to touch his daughter.

"Who is that son of a bitch?" Daemon quizzed. Rhaenyra was frozen at the information, no matter how much she dislikes Daena she would not wish such a fate on anyone even her worst enemies.

"Jack" Jace wanted Daemon to go into a fit of rage, he wanted Daemon to kill Jack with Dark Sister knowing he was needed to comfort Daena who was still holding on to his tunic shivering from head to toe. He did not dare look below her eyes at her bloody lips or the blueish bruises on her neck.

"I will kill him" Daemon pulled Dark Sister out and moved towards the door but Rhaenyra's voice calling his name made him pause at the doors.

"Do not be irrational, we will put him on trial " She tried calming the situation. She moved from the table and over to her son and stepdaughter. Jace just then noticed that the rest of his siblings were not there, even Luce was nowhere to be seen.

"Irrational? He tried raping my daughter and you want me to be rational?" Daemon hissed glaring at her. He hated how she disliked Daena, she accepted Baela and Rhaena but could not seem to stomach Daena as if her sons were bastards themselves.

"He will be dealt with the right way, Daemon. You cannot just barge in there and demand his head, servants will talk and question your protectiveness over a servant and rumors will circle around" Rhaenyra explained. She moved over to Daemon as she spoke. His glare did not waver for a second.

"Let them talk! She is my daughter" Daemon tried walking out again but this time it was Daena's voice that stopped him.

"Her grace is right, my prince, please do not kill him because of me. I am more than grateful for a trial" Daena moved out of Jace's embrace much to his dismay, he wanted to keep her in his arms and protect her. Rhaenyra watched the father walk over to his daughter with a softened gaze, she has never seen Daemon so soft, so gentle with any of his children Baela, Rhaena, Aegon, or Viserys.

"But he hurt you" Daemon placed his hand that was not holding Dark Sister on her cheek. She smiled sweetly at him and shook her head.

"I am alright, Prince Jacaerys saved me" She whispered. Daemon's eyes flashed to his stepson grateful. Daena leaned into her father hugging him around the middle. Daemon wrapped his free arm around her shoulder holding her close.

Rhaenyra felt a little guilty for being so hard on the soft girl, she was still Daemon'd blood meaning her blood. They were cousins and she was being a bitch. She could see the love her son held for Daena and she knew there was no stopping him from loving Daena, even if she forced him to marry Baela.

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Second Change| Aemond T. X OFC

Paring:  Aemond “One-Eye” Targaryen x Viseara Targaryen (OC), Aemond Targaryen x Viseara Targaryen (OC), Implied Aegon II Targaryen x Celtigar! OFC

Fandom: House of The Dragon (HBO)

Warning: Slight NSFW, Larys being creepy

Writer’s note: Sorry for my grammar and I used this web to translate High Valyrian >> This web <<

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Chapter 8 The enemy of an enemy is my friend

Viseara acknowledged that, as of late, Aemond had been shadowing her closely, especially when lords approached her. Most of them quickly retreated upon noticing the ominous presence of the one-eyed prince looming behind her. The exception was Aenys, who still managed to converse with her without drawing Aemond’s ire.

Her son, the offspring of the Rogue Princess, remarked with a flat tone during their conversation in her chambers (Aemond was away training with Ser Criston): "Mother, why is that one-eyed prince tailing you like a shadow these days?" The young man with golden-brown hair scowled. "I don’t like him... and he’s got Hightower blood."

"I don’t know," Viseara replied, though her tone betrayed her weariness. "But what I do know is that you should check on Prince Aegon and your sister."

"Ugh, Mother—you should see Cousin Aegon. Lately, Elia has been making him sleep on the floor!" Her eldest son’s voice held a faint note of pity, though she couldn’t deny Aegon’s behavior had shifted significantly since his marriage to Elia.

Before Viseara could respond, Maeria entered the room. Aenys greeted his twin sister casually.

"What’s new, Maeria? You seem swamped lately."

The young woman, dressed in a pale blue gown, rolled her eyes. "Swamped, indeed. Our dear mother seems to have stirred some trouble again—Queen Alicent has been glaring at me more often than not!" She dropped onto the seat beside her mother. "But I’ve learned a few things about Lord Larys through some friendly handmaidens I’ve befriended."

Viseara, ever cautious, rose to close the door before sitting back beside her daughter.

"Go on," she urged.

"The maids claim that Lord Larys often carries information to Alicent, spying at her behest in exchange for... certain favors. They wouldn’t say what those favors are, but from what I can guess, it’s something scandalous enough that the Queen would never speak of it aloud." Maeria folded her arms. "What do you think, Mother?"

Viseara’s brows furrowed as she tapped her knee. "I’ve always wondered... about the fire at Harrenhal years ago. Some whispers claim the blaze started inside, not outside as most believe."

"Someone staged it?" Aenys interjected. "But Harrenhal is cursed. No one questioned the deaths of the Strong father and son. And now Larys holds the title of Lord of Harrenhal, as Harwin had no heirs. Digging this up again seems pointless."

"The second sons are often overlooked," Maeria remarked, "but Larys gaining Harrenhal only strengthens the Greens. It’s a clear disadvantage for us—especially concerning our nephews."

Aenys ran a hand down his face, groaning softly. "What can we do? Rhaenyra and Laenor tried to smooth things over, but it was futile. It’s no surprise they struck an agreement with Ser Harwin. If the children had been born with silver hair, no one would suspect a thing. But with their dark hair, what excuse can we use?"

"Baratheon and Arryn blood," Viseara said suddenly, slapping her knee as if struck by inspiration. Her twins turned to her with raised brows.

"Baratheon and Arryn? Why those, Mother?"

"Rhaenys’s mother was Lady Jocelyn Baratheon—she inherited her dark hair from her father’s side. And Rhodrik Arryn, the father of Queen Aemma, was an Arryn."

"You’re going to claim that Rhaenyra’s three children inherited their dark hair from their great-grandparents?"

"Oh, Aenys, you understand so little."

"I’m trying, Maeria!"

Viseara pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering, "The real problem is still Ser Vaemond, Lord Corlys’s brother. He’ll find any excuse to disinherit Lucerys from Driftmark."

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door. Aenys rose to answer it, only to find Aemond standing there. He groaned inwardly but forced a greeting. "Dear cousin."

"Cousin," Aemond replied, his gaze shifting past Aenys to Viseara. "Am I intruding, Aunt? I noticed both of my dear cousins were here."

The eldest Celtigar son narrowed his eyes. "You come and go from my mother’s chambers quite often, cousin."

Viseara sighed at her son’s attitude. "Enough, Aenys. Maeria. Both of you, leave us."

Aenys opened his mouth to protest, but his twin sister grabbed his arm, dragging him toward the door. As they exited, Aenys shot a glare back at Aemond, muttering curses under his breath as he noticed the faint smirk on the one-eyed prince’s lips.

"Aemond, you—"

"Apologies, Aemond," Maeria interrupted with a nervous smile, "I’ll take Aenys to calm down. Feel free to speak with Mother." She shut the door, hoping her cousin only came for conversation.

As soon as the room was empty, Aemond sprawled onto the couch, resting his head on Viseara’s lap. She scolded him lightly, but he ignored her, clearly seeking comfort after his hours of sword training.

"Aemond."

"What is it, dear Aunt?" he murmured, eyes closed, his face nuzzling her stomach through her gown. "Can’t I rest here?"

"Go rest in your chambers, not on my lap!"

"My chambers are far away. Yours are closest to the training yard," he replied lazily.

What nonsense, Viseara thought, though she let him be.

Aemond’s thoughts drifted as he lay there. The age of Viseara’s children crossed his mind. They were older than him—close in age to his half-sister Helaena. The idea of them having a stepfather younger than themselves amused him. He smirked at the mental image.

"What are you thinking about, Aemond?" Viseara asked, her voice suspicious. "You’re smirking."

"Nothing. But if you want to know, I’ll tell you," he teased, his single eye glinting mischievously. "Do you?"

"Keep it to yourself!" she scolded, lightly hitting his chest. "If anyone hears, they’ll spread rumors."

"Then they’ll be Vhagar’s next meal if they dare slander you," Aemond replied, sitting up slightly to meet her gaze. His hand absentmindedly toyed with her hair. He finally noticed something—her eyes were mismatched: one violet, one deep blue.

"Aunt, do you know how beautiful your two-colored eyes are?" he asked, cupping her face.

"What? Are you planning to gouge them out?" she joked.

Aemond shook his head, leaning closer to whisper in her ear. "No. I was just thinking how stunning it would be if my children inherited eyes like yours."

This boy is too bold! she thought, her mind racing.

"Am I too old for you?" she asked, attempting to redirect the conversation. "You could marry Helaena. You once said you’d do it for duty—"

"That was a long time ago, Aunt," he interrupted, his tone firm. He leaned in closer, forcing her to recline slightly against the couch. His hands found her waist as he murmured, "And now, I only desire you."

Viseara acknowledged that Ser Gwayne Hightower was quite different from his father. His kind demeanor reminded her of her late husband, yet something about him made her feel he wasn't the right person for her. Dressed in a black gown embroidered with red sequins, the Targaryen woman longed to leave the gathering but pondered how to do so without seeming rude. She needed an excuse that was more convincing than simply walking away. After all, the man before her, with auburn hair, was the Queen's brother.

Her mismatched eyes glanced across the room and spotted her second nephew standing at a distance. Aemond leaned against the wall, arms crossed, staring at his uncle with his lone eye, his gaze unwavering. Viseara swallowed hard, involuntarily tensing her lower body as memories of the morning with her one-eyed nephew crept into her thoughts.

“Uncle! Come train with me!” Daeron's voice interrupted her reverie as the youngest prince ran toward them. Viseara offered a polite smile, playing the role of the ever-gracious aunt.

“Go on and train with our nephew, Ser Gwayne. Oh! Perhaps you could invite Aegon to join as well. It might help you bond with our eldest prince,” she suggested cheerfully.

Sorry, Aegon. I just need to escape your uncle.

As soon as the area cleared, leaving only the two of them, Aemond made his way to her. Without hesitation, he pulled her into a firm embrace, unbothered by the risk of anyone seeing them.

She tilted her head to meet his gaze and quipped, “Aōha laesi jurnegon raqagon someone iksos planning naejot ossēnagon aōha iāpe.” (Your eyes look like someone is planning to kill your uncle.)

Aemond hummed, his tone carrying a hint of mischief, before replying, “Nyke kȳvanon naejot gaomagon ziry raqagon nykeā accident, nykeā tepagon zirȳla naejot issa zaldrīzes naejot ipradagon.” (I plan to make it look like an accident, or feed him to my dragon to devour.)

“Aemond!” she exclaimed, lightly hitting his shoulder. Her protest only earned a pleased growl from him.

“Ñamar... Ivestragī's gūrogon nykeā kipagon va īlva zaldrīzes.” (Aunt… Let’s take a ride on our dragons.)

Her protests faded as his suggestion lingered in the air. His confidence and possessive charm were impossible to ignore, leaving her heart pounding with a mix of frustration and anticipation.

As their dragons rested contentedly side by side, the two riders sat against a tree a few meters away. The Targaryen woman absentmindedly braided a small section of her nephew’s long, pale blonde hair as he rested with his eyes closed, unaware of her actions. She froze when his eyes suddenly opened.

“How did you bond with your dragon?” Aemond asked, his voice curious but calm.

Viseara hesitated, not because she didn’t want to answer, but because the story was too embarrassing to share. She averted her gaze, but Aemond’s strong hand caught her chin and gently turned her face back toward him.

“Tell me. No one else has ever explained it to me.”

“Do you really want to know?” she asked, her tone teasing.

The genuine interest in Aemond’s lone eye was unmistakable. Sighing, Viseara finally began. “Well… I bonded with Nyx before I turned ten. At first, I wanted to claim Meleys, but Nyx caught my eye instead. She was only slightly bigger than me—well, for a child under ten.”

“And then?”

“So, I ran up and stepped on her tail,” she admitted with a sheepish smile.

Aemond turned sharply to face her, blinking in disbelief. “You stepped on her tail?”

“Yes...”

“And she didn’t burn or bite you?”

“No. I bared my teeth at her until she relented and bonded with me. The dragon keepers and my father nearly fainted when they heard about it.”

“If I were your father, I’d have fainted too,” Aemond muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.

Viseara chuckled. “Do you know why my father and grandfather, Baelon, earned the title 'Baelon the Brave'? He got that title after hearing that his brother had bonded with a dragon. In a bold move, he ran straight up and punched Balerion the Black Dread on the snout, trying to bond with Aegon the Conqueror’s ancient dragon. Following the incident with Princess Aerea, the dragon keepers had to persuade him to bond with Vhagar instead.”

Aemond’s gaze softened with understanding. “Now I see where my madness comes from,” he murmured.

He glanced at Viseara before asking, “Did my father ever ride Balerion?”

“He did, but only once. By then, Balerion was so old that he could only manage three laps around King’s Landing before passing away. After that, your father never bonded with another dragon,” she explained.

Aemond nodded thoughtfully, his gaze shifting to the reddening sky. “Have you ever been to Valyria?”

“Jaehaerys forbade anyone from going there, Aemond. Ships, men, and dragonriders alike are banned under penalty of death due to what happened with Princess Aerea,” Viseara replied, her tone serious. “Only King Jaehaerys, Septon Barth, and Maester Bennifer know the full details of her death, or what could have wounded Balerion so severely.”

The two shared a moment of silence before Viseara stood and stretched. “We should head back before your mother sends soldiers to tear the city apart looking for us if we miss supper.”

Aemond helped her mount her dragon before climbing onto Vhagar. The two returned to King’s Landing just as the Kingsguard began searching for them. As Viseara dismounted, removing her leather gloves, she froze at the sight of Larys Strong waiting by the stairs. She forced a cordial smile, though her hands instinctively clenched at the thought of what he had done to her father and brother—not to mention his manipulations with Alicent.

“Good evening, Lord Larys,” she greeted, her tone measured. “I’ve just returned from a ride.”

“Did you go alone, Princess?” Larys asked, his limp evident as he stepped closer. “Or were you accompanied by someone—”

“She was with me, Lord Larys,” Aemond interrupted, stepping beside Viseara. Without hesitation, he took her hand and led her away, ignoring the lingering gaze of the clubfooted lord.

Now safely in her chambers, Viseara paced while Aemond lingered nearby.

“Did he do anything to you?” Aemond asked, his voice laced with concern.

She shook her head quickly but bit her lip, deep in thought. An idea had begun to form in her mind. If she truly wanted to deal with the Greens, she needed help—and who better than someone who knew their side as well as Aemond?

Stopping in her tracks, she turned to face him, her mismatched eyes gleaming with resolve.  “Aemond… would you help me with something?”

TBC.

[zeciex]

A Vow of Blood

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on. This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: “You will be trapped by the obligations of love and duty, unable to escape the web of expectations others have woven around you,“ the witch said….

Daenera Velaryon returns to King’s Landing with the intention of bolstering her mother’s position and reminding both the Greens and nobility that Rhaenyra is the rightful heir to the throne. She has a specific goal in mind: to be a constant source of annoyance to the Greens and is willing to play the political game without hesitation.

However, what catches her off guard is the way Aemond gazes at her and seems to relish in her suffering. He openly expresses his desire to bring about her downfall, her ruination.

This situation leads to a tense game of cat and mouse, with each move escalating the already high stakes. Will their precarious situation crumble as the dragons soar above, or will fate intervene?

After all, love often demands the sacrifice of duty, just as duty can sometimes lead to the demise of love. Characters: Aemond Targaryen X OC, HOTD characters.

Chapter 6: The Unholiness of Burning

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Despite the thousands of candles occupying every possible shelf, railing and crook, the Grand Sept remained dark. Little to no light was let in from the great windows, and what light was let in was dimmed by the smoke from the incense and candles . The smog was heavy, and wrapped around the wooden idols like a blanket, the effect seeming to only add to the mystery of the gods. It felt sticky and suffocating, like moving through water. Daenera didn’t much enjoy it. 

Yet she found herself in the sept, standing by an altar dedicated to The Stranger. Daenera lit a stick, the flame flickering as the wood began to burn. She brought it to an unlit candle, setting it ablaze. For Ser Laenor . The flame flickered as she moved it towards another unlit candle. For Ser Harwin . Additionally two more candles were lit for good measure, for Laena Velaryon and Lord Lyonel Strong. 

“I didn’t take you for the praying type,” A smooth voice cut through the heavy smoke. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled and stood up. Hearing his voice here of all places was disconcerting to say the least.

Daenera brought the little wooden stick up in front of her, the flame dancing, slowly eating away at the wood, leaving brittled char in its wake. She blew the flame out, the smell of burned wood wafting up with the smoke. “I’m not.”

“A pious performance then,” Aemond surmised. 

“Like your mothers performance?” Daenera put down the remainder of the stick, turning her eyes to her uncle. Even in the dim light, his eye was intense, almost a blue blaze. It felt wrong meeting him here, felt off putting and wholly unholy. “And you said you weren’t following me.”

“I was compelled to figure out what could bring you here,” Aemond continued, dismissing her jape. He came up to the altar, his one eye running over the image of the hooded stranger, not male or female, a friend as much as a foe. “Praying for your fathers soul?”

“What do you know of prayer?” Daenera hummed in dismissal when Aemond picked up another small stick, lighting it on one of the candles she had lit, the flame flickering in his eye, orange against blue. 

“For Ser Laenor then,” he said, lighting a candle. “Or is it for  Ser Harwin Strong?”

“Careful now, Aemond, I could have your tongue for that,” Daenera threatened under her breath. There might not be anyone around them, but voices carry and the shadows conceal. 

“Oh come now, dear niece, I am merely jesting.” Aemond leaned into her, lowering his voice to a whisper, letting his proximity shiver down her spine. “And as for my tongue, I still have use of it and I fear you would miss it, were it gone.”

“This is neither the time nor place for jokes, uncle . I’m sure your mother would agree.” It would be in none of their interest to cause a scene in the Grand Sept of all places. Let alone about something as explosive as this. 

“Maybe instead of praying for your dead, you should spend your time praying for forgiveness.” 

They stood shoulder to shoulder gazing up at The Stranger. In the flickering candlelight Aemond’s presence took on an otherworldly intensity, and Daenera couldn’t help but feel an rising irritation that threatened to spill out in snide remarks.

“I have nothing to ask forgiveness for.” Daenera responded shortly. 

“Is that so?” Aemond turned to her and Daenera couldn’t help but turn as well, facing the one-eyed prince, half of his face illuminated by the orange cast of flames, while the other remained shrouded in shadows. His scar crested above and below his eyepatch, tempting her to wonder what lies beneath. Was the purpose of the eyepatch to obscure the extent of the damage that had been inflicted, veiling what lay beneath in enigma, or was it to protect others from the monstrousness of it?

“Do you want me to ask for your forgiveness? Is that why you’re haunting me with your presence? Out of some ill begotten fantasy that I would feel bad about what happened?”

“You are to blame, are you not?”

Daenera scoffed, a sharp dismissing curl to her lip. “You’d never forgive us, even if we asked. So what is the point?”

Aemond approached her, maneuvering her backwards and positioning himself so that she was trapped between him and the altar. He moved with the precision of a predator trapping its prey and despite the feeling of being trapped, Daenera refused to show any fear on her face, maintaining eye contact with Aemond and keeping her back straight. The edge of the altar bumped into Daenera and she moved a step forward again, away from the flames that threatened to ignite her dress. 

The air felt heavy and thick in her lungs, and she let out a shaky breath as her heart pounded in her chest. “Must you blame everyone else butyourself?”

“What reason do I have to shoulder the blame, when it was you and your brothers who set upon me .” Aemond’s growl was tinged with bitterness as he spoke, every word of his dripping with the years spent resenting them over that fateful night. “It was you who launched the attack and brought the very dagger that robbed me of my eye. The blame lies squarely on your brother and not on me.”

“You stole Vhagar,” Daenera bit back.

“I claimed Vhagar and Vhagar accepted me .”

“You were about to bash my brother's head in,” Daenera retorted, remembering the wild, terrifying look that had been splayed across his face as he had launched at Jace. It was the same wild look he had now. “Lucerys was defending his brother.”

“By cutting out my eye?” 

“I see you still cling to the past.”

“Wouldn’t you?”

Daenera couldn’t deny that she would have felt the same bitterness if she had lost an eye instead of Aemond. But it wasn’t her, it was him, and he had only grown crueler and more spiteful from it, unable to move on with his life. He had tented to the injustice, nurtured the resentment and bitterness. And now, he turned his eye upon her for retribution. 

She would not cower.

“If it were up to me,” Daenera sneered, standing her ground as she felt the radiating heat of the hundreds of small fires behind her. “I would have taken both of your eyes.” 

Aemond’s hand grabbed a hold of her chin, fingers digging into her flesh as her eyes narrowed at the pain. “Lucerys still owes a debt, and since he’s not here to pay it, you will have to do so.”

“ Aemond .” As Daenera spat out Aemond’s name in a warning, the air around them seemed to thicken with tension. 

The grand sept was an awe-inspiring sight filled with the pious and devout who had come to offer their prayers. The soft glow of candles and the flickering shadows they cast onto the high arches only added to the reverent atmosphere. But in that moment, the sanctity of the place was under threat.

Aemond’s fingers tightened around Daenera’s chin, as if he was trying to squeeze a confession out of her. She could feel the sharp pressure digging into her flesh and she glared at him. He couldn’t possibly intent to carve out her eye here in the sept. The mere thought of that was insane. Yet, there was a flicker of insanity in his eye as he considered it. 

“Do not worry, sweet niece,” Aemond’s words were sharp as ever, a mockery. “I will not maim your brother maimed me.” 

Daenera tried to pry his hand from her, arching her back in an attempt to escape his clutch. “Your anger is misplaced, uncle . As I said, you only have yourself to blame.”

“You’re such a spiteful little creature,” Aemond drawled. 

“The difference between my spitefulness and yours is that mine is an immediate reaction, while yours stems from your inability to let go.” Daenera managed to release her face from his grasp, glaring vindictively at him. 

Aemond shrugged at her words and grabbed her hand, his grip like iron shackles around her wrist, forcing her palm down towards the flames. Daenera looked panicked and wide eyed up at him, trying to pry her hand free and away from the promise of pain. 

“This is but a fraction of the pain I suffered,” Aemond hummed, pressing her palm further into to the flame. It licked at her skin, the searing sting of it beginning to blister. Daenera ground her teeth, tears stinging in her eyes. 

“Leave King’s Landing.”

“No,” Daenera bit out through gritted teeth.

“I’ll make you regret staying.” His voice was a whisper, gentle in a vicious way. He released her hand then, letting her withdraw it from the flame to cradle it at her chest, a shocked expression on her face. Her eyes widened to the point that they looked wild, burning with spite. 

“I’ll return the sentiment,” Daenera promised. “Hurt me and I’ll hurt you.” 

Her heels clicked as she walked over the marble floors of the sept, her steps hurried and almost as erratic as her heart. It drummed within her chest, pushing fury and anger into her veins, letting it burn through her system.

Glancing down at her palm she saw that the heel of it had blistered and burned, the flesh raw and red, already leaking fluids. The burn kept radiating heat, even after it had been removed from the flames.

She’d have to keep it clean so that it did not get infected. 

Daenera met Fenrick by her litter. Fenrick cast one look at the princess and knew that something was wrong, and behind her, Aemond emerged from the sept, standing at the top of the stairs, a satisfied smirk on his lips. 

“Take me back to the Keep.” Daenera ordered. 

The scent of various herbs filled the Maesters ingermiary, permeating the air with their distinct aromas. The walls were lined with numerous drawers, each labeled with the contents of the dried herbs stored within. Several workstations were scattered throughout the room, dedicated to the reaction of medicines and other remedies. And in one corner, there were even sets of alchemy stations, equipped for the creation of potent potions and oils.

Daenera was looking through the drawers to find the herbs she needed, one hand bandaged and kept at her chest while the other grazed over the labels as she read them. Holy Basil, Eagle wood, Camel thorn, Sage leaves …

“Can I help you?” A voice asked.

Daenera continued her search after a glance at the Maester, his gray robes pristine and kept. The chain around his neck clinked together as he moved towards her, hands folded in front of him, a questioning and skeptical look on his face, unsure of the reason for her presence. 

“Is Grand Maester Mellos dead?” Daenera continued her search, opening one of the drawers to pick out some lavender, before closing it again. 

“Grand Maester Mellos died not six years ago. I’m the Grand Maester now.” Daenera surveyed him for a moment, eyes discerning and sharp. The mistrust of the Maesters she had inherited from her mother. And Daemon had warned her that they were likely in the palm of the Hightowers. “I’m Grand Maester Orwyle.”

“Was it old age or illness?”

“Excuse me?”

“Grand Maester Mellos? Old age or illness?” Daenera continued, picking out a few more herbs from the drawers, gathering them on one of the tables. Stressed by the intrusion of the barrage of questions, Maester Orwyle hurriedly ran after her, hastily snapping the drawers shut.

“Old age, he was eight and seventy,” Maester Orwyle answered befuddled. “Who are you?”

“Oh, my apologies,” Daenera responded quickly, turning to the Maester with a smile on her lips. “I’m Princess Daenera Velaryon.”

“Princess?! My apologies, I should have known,” Maester Orwyle blabbered quickly, running his hands down his robes and shifting on his feet, the chain around his neck swaying. It must be awful lugging around such heavy links all day. His neck must be incredibly strong. 

Maester Orwyle continued. “What brings you here?”

“I’ve got a small burn,” Daenera held up her bandaged hand, a coy smile on her face. “I was thinking of making an ointment for it using oak bark, calendula derived from marigold, lavender, walnut leaf and camomile oil.”

“I can hear you’ve got quite the skill for herbal medicine,” Maester Orwyle acknowledged, head bobbing up and down.

“I’ve been studying plants and their effects for years now. I’ve taken quite an interest in it, I’m afraid, so you will likely see a lot of me during my stay here in King’s Landing.” It was a matter of getting on the Maesters good side while she stayed here. If they began to trust her, even just a little, then she might get away with stealing some of their herbs for her own uses. 

Of course, the Hightowers would know of her movement in the infirmary, but that couldn’t very well be avoided. “I hope you’ll be able to teach me more about medicine that the Maesters could on Dragonstone.”

“I will do my best, my Lady,” Maester Orwyle agreed. “Though, I fear the infirmary isn’t a place for a princess. Not all women can handle the sight of blood.”

Daenera’s smile tightened. “If you’re implying that I’ll faint at the sight of blood, then I fear you’ll be surprised to know that us women do not faint every month when our blood comes in.”

“Of course not. But gaping wounds and a woman's monthly blood are not the same.”

“I assure you, Maester Orwyle, that I’m not some fragile woman who's afraid of getting her hands a little dirty. I’m here to further my studies, be it herbal medicine or general medicine. If you do not wish to teach me, I will find someone who will.” Her voice was firm and stubborn. 

Grand Maester Orwyle didn’t reveal his misgivings of the princesses' instance, he didn’t have to, she could feel it in the reluctance of his next words. “...Of course, I will be more than happy to share my knowledge with you.” 

“Then shall we begin with this ointment?” 

With a tightlipped smile, Maester Orwyle motioned for the table with her herbs neatly placed on top. Daenera’s smile was victorious. The two of them worked the herbs into tiny pieces that were then crushed, adding a few drops of oils, before mixing it again. The mixture was then added to boiling water, which was stirred, then sifted through. At the end of the day, Daenera had a lotion to put on her burn, one which would lessen the sting and swelling, and cool the area.  While they had worked, she and Maester Orwyle discussed her extended knowledge in plants, and what she’d expect of their time together. 

Unknown to Maester Orwyle the ointment wasn’t the only thing Daenera left with. 

[honeybewrites]

Echoes of War Chronicles WIP Intro!!!

Look at me! Writing and posting a WIP Intro and not a tag game like last Wednesday!! Did it take fifteen reminders and ten instances of sitting down with the intention to write it but getting distracted and not making any progress? Yes. But I finally got it finished!! So let's get into it!

Fair warning, this is kind of a long post, but when is anything I post not?

While nothing in this post has any kind of CW/TW I can find, this whole series is pretty dark/gory in its contents, and for that reason, I'm labeling it 18+. Specifically for excessive violence, dark themes, and general explicit content and gore. I try my hardest to label content appropriately whenever I post tag games and snippets.

Series: Echoes of War Chronicles

Genre: adult high/dark fantasy/sci-fi (I don't really know what genre to label this as lol)

Status: First draft/planning

Tags: #echoes of war chronicles #eowc

Synopsis (for the overall series, so it's pretty vague)

Created to fight a war that has wrecked the Realms for years, two genetic experiments were trained side by side. Merciless, lethal weapons of death. Inseparable. Until they weren't. Years later, they're on opposite sides of the war. Both of them intent on destroying the other, regardless of their shared history. Bonds are tested. Secrets revealed. Loyalties made and destroyed as two partners threaten to destroy the entirety of the Realms in their hunt for blood.

Tropes and Things

Found Family

DRAGONS + other fantasy creatures

Living Weapon

Lovers to Enemies

LGBTQ+ OCs and relationships

LOTS OF MAGIC

Morally gray OCs and just downright completely morally black OCs

Angst

High Action

War

Now let me introduce you to the stars of the show!

Asset 703

Created from Project Viall, 703 has been with the Mors her entire life. Trained from birth to be the most deadly weapon in the Realms. She is regarded as a demon of death and an unfeeling monster. It's the only life she's known, and she long since accepted that fact. She doesn't particularly care about the nature of her creation or the brutality of her job. She was created for a purpose, and it's the sole reason for her existence. It's not her place to think about things like life outside the Mors. Those were traitorous thoughts and pointless hopes.

Fres

Another of Project Viall's subjects, Fres was also raised in the Mors. Nearly as deadly as their partner 703, the two were feared. But as Fres was exposed to more of the Realms during their missions, they began to resent the life they had. All the pain and abuse fueled their anger. So they created a plan, escaping from the Mors in a blazing chaotic mess. From them on, they devoted themselves to fighting against the Mors. They wanted to see them burn in eternal damnation, unable to ever rise back from the smoldering pile they left them in.

Ronan "Rage" Airvix

Assigned to be 703's field handler and healer, Rage works for the Mors. He's very calm and patient, unless you disregard his healing expertise, then you'll see where the nickname Rage came from. He will adopt anyone left unattended for five minutes.

Dana Hueland

Dana is one of the hardest fighters against the Mors. A feisty woman and phenomenal fighter, she's intimidating to anyone that comes across her. She excels at close combat and piloting and is a certified BAMF, MILF, and top tier Bisexual.

Master Gerd

One of the highest ranked in the Mors, Master Gerd is a psychopath with a god complex. He abuses his power religiously, especially over 703. He is feared my nearly everyone in the Mors and he knows it. -1000/10 would drown violently.

Healer Asurr

The head of Project Viall, Healer Asurr is a bit of a mad scientist. They're only concern is their life long work of enhancing species, ultimately to create the superior lifeform. They would stick you in a cage and study you obsessively for months.

Now, because the Seven Realms are so expansive, I'm just including a few basics here (she says after having written way too much info and then hitting delete far too many times). If anyone shows an interest in knowing more about them, I'll do a post for each Realm, I'm planning to anyway at some point, but for now, enjoy the little snippets that tell you absolutely nothing about their importance to the plot!

Mirralia has the second largest population of the Seven Realms. With its variety of biomes and massive cities, it's one of the most sought after places to live. Full of some of the most rich and powerful flora and fauna, many resources for alchemy are found in the Realm. It also remains to be one of the only Realms dragons have still been spotted. Mirralia government positions are highly sought after and their military is one of the strongest of the Seven Realms.

Enkkon produces some of the best Agi (trained magic users) in the Seven Realms, with schools to match. With top schools in many specialties, it brings in species from every Realm, creating the most diverse population of any Realm. Far less rich in raw elemental, Enkkon is a quiet Realm, reliant on technology far more than the other Realms, but that doesn't make its native species any weaker than the other Realms.

Levekint has the largest population. While the cities are large and bubbling, the flora and fauna of the planet interacts with everything. It's not uncommon to see buildings with vines or trees growing out of the middle, or for a shop to have bird nests and other creatures wandering about indoors. Levekint taught healers make up ninety percent of the Seven Realms healers. It is the forefront of healing innovation, producing some of the most renowned and well known healing names in history.

Zj'ahju is the smallest Realm, with the smallest population to go with it. The harsh biome and oppressive heat make the Realm nearly inhabitable for non-native species. However, it has some of the most beautiful architecture of the Realms, specializing in metal and glass. Both are big exports for the Realm, and they produce nearly fifty percent of the Seven Realms building supplies. Weapons and jaw dropping pieces of glass art are other major exports.

Ketaawi is the second largest Realm, comprising of ninety percent water. Most of Ketaawi's native species can breathe underwater, or can hold their breath for long periods of time. The massive cities of Ketaawi are either floating on the water, able to move much like a boat, or beautiful domes underwater. Right after Enkkon, Ketaawi is one of the most technologically advanced Realms, with some of the best defenses and security to be found anywhere.

Rorrut is a mountainous planet, having the highest peaks and deepest caves in the Realms. With such conditions, it's also a major Realm for rare alchemy supplies, specifically minerals and powerful, giant creatures. The planet is constantly "growing," creating more mountains and caves to replace the ones mined. With some of the most dangerous creatures in the Seven Realms, the natives became natural fighters and survivalists. There are very few large cities, and the habitants mostly form small villages, keeping to themselves and protecting each other.

The largest of the Seven Realms, Aveilu is a gas planet. The natives of the Realm have built their cities on the many rings of the planet, which are made up of large floating island, with the largest cities being floating cities, completely fueled by energy to keep them in the sky. Most native species in the Realm have some form of flight capabilities. Aveilu is the top Realm in ship production and export, creating ninety percent of the Realms flying transportation. It is the only other Realm dragons have been spotted in.

My Master Post is here with all the links to my other more detailed intros, including OCs, world related things, and the magic system if anyone is interested in reading any more about EoWC.

I know this is a pretty long post, so if you read through everything, wow, you're amazing! Thanks for reading through my little (okay, big) rant!!!

If anyone wants to be added/subtracted from the tag list, you can comment or DM me!

General Tag: @orions-quill @fractured-shield and @leahnardo-da-veggie

EoWC Tag: N/A

LotA Tag: N/A

[renaisguy]

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

Name: Ashera

Pronouns: they/them

Birthday (no year): 6th June

Where are you from? What is your time zone? England, GMT

How long is your roleplay experience? I think it must be like 10 years technically

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? Naruto OC roleplay on Google+

How were you introduced to TOA? I played FE4 and the brainworms took over, so I started following the genealogy tag on tumblr. I kept seeing posts about X character being accepted to the officer's academy, so eventually I looked into what that was all about.

Do you have any pets? No.

What is your favourite time of year and why? (Season, holiday, general period) My wardrobe is minmaxed for warm weather, I hate layers and I like having my window open, and having hours and hours of daylight. So summer.

What is your IRL occupation? IT.

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? Pixel art and cross-stitch, card games, social deduction games, doctor who, long walks.

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Zero escape, Aitsf, puyo puyo tetris, balatro, slay the spire, ace attorney, umineko, other vns.

Favourite Pokemon type & Pokemon: Delphox. I like dragon, fire and dark types.

Tell us some fun facts and trivia about yourself! (Optional bonus challenge: if you filled this out last year, try not to repeat what you said back then!)

I like dressing fancy. I regularly go to hang out with my friends wearing floor-length gowns, my grandad's boat cloak, and heels. I have a drag queen friend who sometimes gives me clothes he doesn't want any more, and it's great.

(Apart from the wrinkle where RD is technically my brother's and not mine) I own every FE game that got an English release.

I will always spell things the British way.

How did you get into Fire Emblem? At the time feh was released I was just playing every nintendo mobile game that came out. I thought the characters were cute and I found a second-hand copy of birthright sometime later. I then had to wait until Christmas to play it cause my brother's 3DS was broken.

What Fire Emblem games have you played? Beaten: Genealogy, Blazing Blade, Sacred Stones, Radiant Dawn, Shadow Dragon, Awakening, Birthright, Conquest, Echoes, 3 Houses, 3 Hopes, Engage Played a decent amount of: FE1, Binding Blade, Path of Radiance, Warriors

First & Favourite Fire Emblem games: First: Heroes/Birthright. Favourite(s): Genealogy, Sacred Stones, Radiant Dawn

List your 5 favourite Fire Emblem characters across the series! Laylea, Dew, Forde, Larcei and Jeritza. Maybe. I have too many faves.

Who was the first character ever to make you go “ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason! I liked M!Robin's art in heroes and he was the first 5* I summoned. Also I fell in love with Kaden the instant I met him cause he's cute (unfortunately my Corrin was already married)

Any Fire Emblem crushes? Like so many. For brevity I'll give the biggest one from each game: Wolf, Sonya, Arvis, Karel (FE7), Joshua/Cormag, Nasir, Reina, Jeritza, Zelkov. Shout out to Arvis for being the reason I played FE4 to begin with, and Jeritza cause the morning he became playable and bisexual I went insane.

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? I prefer to S support a new character each run cause I like filling the support log. The only time I've S supported a character more than once is the bisexual ones in 3H. So instead I'm giving my first and my favourite. Also at this point I've played 3H so much there's only like, 6 characters I haven't S supported. - Awakening: First: Miriel, Favourite: ??? - Fates: First: Jakob, Favourite: Kaden, Reina, Mozu - Three Houses: First: Jeritza, Favourite: Jeritza - Engage: First: Zelkov, Favourite: Zelkov

Favourite Fire Emblem class? Swordmaster

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable? Mage cause they have cape. I'd have great stats (delusional)

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? (Black Eagles, Blue Lions, Golden Deer, Church of Seiros, Those Who Slither in the Dark, unaffiliated civilian, other - for example Almyran) Black Eagles.

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent? Boons: Reason, Axes, Authority. Banes: Heavy Armour, Riding, Faith. Budding talent: Faith.

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? (Firene, the Kingdom of Abundance; Brodia, the Kingdom of Might; Elusia, the Kingdom of Knowledge; Solm, the Queendom of Freedom; Lythos, the holy land of the Divine Dragon; Gradlon, the desolate land of the Fell Dragon) Firene.

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔(separate letters, to-ah, other?) Tee-Oh-Ay

Current TOA muses: Forde

Past TOA muses? Larcei, Tine, Dew, Yune, Laylea

Who was your first TOA muse? If you no longer have them, can you see yourself picking them up again? I had Larcei for over a year and honestly I'm really happy with what I did with her (even if rereading her stuff makes me cringe). So as much as I love her I have no strong reason to pick her up... apart from that swordmaster drabble I never got around to.

Do you believe you have a type of character you gravitate towards writing? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) There's overlap between the 'old' and 'new' gens of my muses. There's a hotheaded sword girl, a mage with issues :tm: and a cute blond guy. I think I have an easier time writing characters that have a positive outlook, and say what they mean.

Do you have characters or types of characters you don’t think you can handle writing, but wish you could? Idk really. I don't think I'm that good at writing sad shit, so muses that have heavier stuff going on I'd struggle with.

What kind of scenes, situations etc do you believe you enjoy writing the most? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) I like being a little silly. Some of my favourite posts have been where I've just thought up some nonsense, and allowed myself to write it.

Do you have any scenario in mind for your muse(s) that gets you thinking “man I hope I get to write this one day”? I want Forde to be obliterated emotionally. I do not care if these emotions are positive or negative.

Favourite TOA-related memories? SO many this group is awesome. I loved coming back after some time off and seeing what muses were still around. There's one in particular that Larcei and Forde are both close friends with and it cheeses me so much. Anyway happyland was my favourite event ever thank you mods.

Present or past tense? Present usually, but sometimes I use past don't worry about it.

Normal size text, small text, no preference? The most formatting I do is the occasional italics.

Got any potential muse delusions to share? There is *someone* who's been on my mind... (but really I have no strong muse thoughts at the moment, and I don't think I have the energy to double muse rn)

[hantengus-fuckass-clones]

yet another ds oc, this one is more of a insert

kny self insert

General

Full name: Hannah no last name, later changed the Hannah Rengoku after Shinjuro’s blessing

Nickname(s) or Alias: ‘Problem child’ (Shinjuro), ‘Big Sis’ (Senjuro, Kyojuro, Kamaboko squad)

Gender: Female

Species: Human

Age: 23

Birthday: 16th September

Sexuality: Pansexual

Nationality: British

Religion: None

City or town of birth: wouldn’t you like to know weather boy

Currently lives: Rengoku estate

Languages spoken: English and Japanese

Native language: English

Relationship Status: In a relationship with Himejima Gyomei

Apperance 

Height: 5’5

Weight: idk

Figure/build: relatively built

Hair colour: Oak brown

Hairstyle: Shaggy and slightly below shoulder blades in a low ponytail

Facial Hairstyle: none

Eye colour: slate blue with an outer ring of dark blue

Skin colour: pasty white

Tattoos: none

Piercings: tongue piercing (Gyomei found out he likes it 🤭)

Scars/distinguishing marks: Burn scar tissue on forehead that goes into her hair line slightly

Demon Slayer Mark: (if Yes describe looks); Yes, North star shape on front of her neck

Scent: Hyacinth and sweet potatoes

Preferred style of clothing: similar clothing style as Senjuro when not in corps uniform

Health

Smoker? No

Drinker? No

Recreational Drug User? Which? No

Addictions: no

Allergies: no

Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: no

Any medication regularly taken: no

Personality and other bits

Personality: very quiet and mellow, loves to watch over the kamaboko squad and even invites Genya, Muichiro and Senjuro to hang out.

Likes: drawing with charcoal, reading to Gyomei out loud, petting the stone estate cats, her little brother

Dislikes: Demons, Kaigaku, Abusers, Akaza especially

Fears/phobias: imperfection

Favourite colour: Lilac and pastel lime

Hobbies: killing demons and training with Gyomei and Genya

Talents/skills: can sing kinda well, very good at cuddling

Favourite food(s): Sweet potato miso soup

Favourite drink(s): Raspberry tea

Significant/special belongings: a very tattered picture of Ross. The brass knuckles she used to fight Akaza with

Combat

Peaceful or aggressive attitude? In the middle but easily aggravated

Breath Style: Breath of the dragon

Branch Off: Branched off of Flame breathing but each form encompasses each breathing style slightly

Style List:

Dragon breathing, first form: Dragonic blaze

Dragon breathing, second form: Ocean dragoon

Dragon breathing, third form: Wing beat of the nimble dragon

Dragon breathing, fourth form: Thundering roar of the sky dragon

Dragon breathing, fifth form: Clangorous scales

Dragon breathing, sixth form: Red hot serpent rising

Dragon breathing, seventh form: Amorous fangs of dragons in love

Dragon breathing, eighth form: Tough as scales

Dragon breathing, ninth form: Poison sting from fluttering wings

Dragon breathing, tenth form: Sky shot second launch

Dragon breathing, eleventh form: Fanged ambush from the fog

Rank: Hashira

Fighting skills/techniques: Hand to hand combat, tag teaming with Gyomei and Genya

Special skills/magical powers/etc: Dragon breathing

Weaknesses in combat: breathing style strains the muscles after a while

Strengths in combat: fast on her feet, quick thinker, knows her limits

Stats

Health: 4/10

Stamina: 7/10

Strength: 5/10

Endurance: 8/10

Agility: 7/10

Intelligence: 6/10

Common sence: 7/10

Wisdom: 4/10

Relationship 

Parents: dead, (Shinjuro is adpotive father and Ruka is adoptive mother)

Siblings: Little brother

Other Important Relatives: Step brothers (Kyojuro and Senjuro)

Partner/Spouse: Gyomei Himejima

Unofficial siblings: kinda thinks of the Kamaboko squad, Muichiro and Genya as her little siblings

Best Friend: Obanai, Mitsuri

Other Important Friends: Giyuu, Shinobu

Acquaintances: Sanemi,

Pets: none

Enemies: all demons

The Demon Slayer Corps

Tanjiro Kamado: Sees as a little brother

Zenitsu Agatsuma: Sees as little brother

Inosuke Hashibira: Sees as little brother

Genya Shinazugawa: Sees as a slightly older little brother

Kanao Tsuyuri: Gets along well with but they don’t talk much

Murata: Hasn’t really met but the Kamaboko squad speaks well on him

Hashira

Giyū Tomioka: A good friend, she understands his awkwardness

Shinobu Kochō: Not as close as the others but still on friendly terms

Kyōjurō Rengoku: Best (unofficial) little brother ever, they hang out a lot outside of missions

Tengen Uzui: Hard not to be close to him, he enjoys dressing her up to be ‘flashy’

Mitsuri Kanroji: Literally platonic sun and moon, they both enjoy each others company

Muichirō Tokitō: She reminds him to do things and take breaks, she accompanies Kyojuro when he gives Mui food

Gyōmei Himejima: Love of her life, their soft and mellow personalities mesh well together, it’s a shame they never got to have a family together

Obanai Iguro: Very close, thanks him profusely for taking in her little brother and making him his tsuguko, she gets updates through him

Sanemi Shinazugawa: Not as close but they spar often, she reminds him of his mother sometimes, not that he’ll admit it

Butterfly Estate

Aoi Kanzaki: Aoi begs Hannah to become a permanent resident of the butterfly mansion as she often helps deal with rowdy patients

Goto: Never really met but Tanjiro speaks well of him

Sumi Nakahara, Naho Takada, Kiyo Terauchi: Adores playing with the butterfy triplets,the girls always sneak extra rice balls to her

Swordsmith Village

Hotaru Haganezuka: Has put herself between him and Tanjiro before, slightly annoyed that he chases Tanjiro but respects his love and dedication to the craft

Kozo Kanamori: Only really met after the sword-smith village arc as she continues Kyojuro’s habit of bringing Mui food, she respects his more patient attitude

Demons

Nezuko: Adores her with all her heart, prays that Tanjiro and the others find a cure

Muzan Kibutsuji: Hates, actively prays on his downfall

Spider Family: Never met them but the Kamaboko squad mentioned them in passing

Twelve Kizuki

Rui: Never met

Kaigaku: hates him

Nakime: Never met

Kamanue: Never met

Enmu: Annoying little roach

Akaza: Actively hunting him, prays on his downfall

Daki: Only heard of her after the fight, she sounds like a spoiled brat

Gyutaro: Only heard of him after the fight, pissed that he almost killed Tengen

Gyokko: Vile creature that almost killed Mui

Hantengu: The most annoying to fight, hates the young one for what he said to Mitsuri

Douma: Never met but hates him for killing Kanae and Shinobu

Kokushibo: Despises him for killing Mui and Genya, glad he’s dead

History : TLDR; parents were abusive and died of tuberculosis so she and her brother stowed away on a ship heading to Japan. When they got off Akaza found them and tried eating her little brother to which she immediately threw hands with him (she lost), Akaza respected her attempt and offered to make her a demon so he could train her, she did not accept but got lucky as the sun started to rise. Shinjuro found her after she got separated from her brother and he took her in, raising her alongside Kyojuro and later Senjuro and Iguro. She trained to be a slayer alongside Kyojuro and was disheartened when she couldn’t learn flame breathing, Eventually created her own breathing style after trying to learn every other available style there is. Each from embodies a style, her very last form embodies mist breathing but it hasn’t been perfected

Taisho Era Secrets:

Hannah loves cuddling up to Gyomei, he’ll stroke her head as if she’s a cat.

Both Hannah and Gyomei treat Genya like a son which the boy secretly likes, she was the first to figure out that he likes watermelon.

Hannah activated her mark at the same time Gyomei did but hers wasn’t on purpose.

Hannah and Gyomei died in each others arms after the final fight, Hannah dragged her body over to where Gyomei was propped up even though she was blind in one eye.

Theme Song: Skyrim main theme

[celestialdragoncookie]

Can you tell your ocs from different countries I can resemble.

My ocs from different countries in reality.

Dark dragon cacao cookie and demonos cacao cookie is from Pakistan. Both perdaisi bec they both are in Korea.

Dark shadow milk cookie is from Russia.

Blizzard Queen Cookie is from Korea.

Celestial dragon cookie is from Rising sun.

Starlight star cookie is from ottoman.

White cacao is from north Korea.

Archangel vanilla cookie is from Greece.

Mystic flour from China.

Iron walnut cookie is from Egypt.

Royal iron is from China.

Raging sea and seven seas cookie from Atlantis.

Samurai vanilla cookie is from Japan.

Titanium dragon cookie is from Saudi Arabia.

Rocky road cookie is from Russia.

Blazing thunderbolt cookie is from Canada.

Dark Moon cookie is from London.

Light Choco Cookie from Pakistan perdaisi.

Hellfire cookie from Rome.

Cyborg overdrive cookie from Germany.

Shadow Milk Cookie from North America.

Dark fire cookie from Palestine.

Jasmine light cookie from India.

Any questions ask me.

If you want starlit Choco Cookies ask @rainbowcutieyt .

[hugemilkshake]

Ngl I love your ocs so much and now I'm curious what each one would do on thanks giving...especially if they have a y/n lover lol!

Well it’s the question of IF they would celebrate Thanksgiving

Would

Sugary Jello loves to cook for thanksgiving and Rex Cookie loves eating the food. So honestly you can just join, they won’t care

Cinnamon Spider absolutely does! He goes and visits his mom to celebrate! You always free to join!

Blackberry Shade forces Bubbly Milkshake and Dark Apple celebrate thanksgiving with her since it was a big thing for her family! You’d be forced to partake as well

Simmering Onion, Grilled Tomato, Scorched Garlic, Bubbling Oil do since it’s the day the kingdom give back to them! They recently let Adele Penguin join them since they have done a lot for the community too! You can tag along to when they have a private lunch tho

Tabby Cat will sneak into your house and demand food.

Pink Mantis, Blushing Snail, Emperor Caterpillar and Peach Novius don’t make food but prefer to chill together. You can join

Decayed Strawberry will invite themself over. You can’t argue.

Purple Mold makes himself tea and scones. He would love if you joined him.

Perchance

Gran-Berry used to celebrate but when Red Fruits parents left she stoped, but if you (and Red Fruit) convince her, she might celebrate with you two

Barbecue "Dragon" would but he feels a little selfish when he does since he gets a lot of stuff already, so it’s just a chance to spoil you ig-

Adenosine Cookie usually doesn’t since doesn’t think that it’s important but would if it meant it would bug Burnt Caramel

Snake Skin and Weeping Begonia just steal food the entire day. Feel free to steal with them or not.

Blazing Spice would if Leaf Sheep Slug is there

Wouldn’t

Starfruit Milkshake and Snake Tooth can’t since they travel a lot so being friends with them and wanting to celebrate would be impossible

Burnt Caramel would NEVER celebrate a holiday.

Powdered Basil/ Wild Basil don’t. So don’t bother

Minty Snail would but 1- can’t go back home for it. 2- Barbecue “Dragon” is annoying. And 3- worried that White Flower will do something to the food

White Flower doesn’t because the parasite doesn’t need to eat

Water Cookie, Salt Water and Sugar Water would love too but unfortunately they can’t due to traveling and none of them knowing how to cook

Leaf Sheep Slug doesn’t because he used to spend it with his ex and doesn’t like to be reminded of that time

BONUS

Thanksgiving! Huge Milkshake is running for the hills