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zoofzoofxx · 3 days ago

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—The art of eye contact—

Pairings ; Axel Kovačević x f!reader

Summary ; Following the incident during the semi-finals, you prepared to leave Barcelona. Before your departure, you chose to check in on Axel to assess his emotional well-being and offer a final farewell, fully aware of the slim likelihood of crossing paths again in the future.

Content Warning ; This story includes mentions of the death of a loved one and self-critical thoughts. If you find this content distressing or difficult to handle, it is advised to stop reading the story. Reader discretion is advised.

Genre ; angst

Pt.5 (last part not incl. epilogue)

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I could hear the muffled sounds of Sam talking on the balcony with her mom, her voice trembling as she argued, almost on the verge of tears. I lay curled up in my blanket, my mind spiraling as I replayed everything that had happened the day before—the accident with Kwon. Even after the incident, a part of me clung to hope that somehow, a miracle would save him. But that hope was shattered when Mr. LaRusso came to our room, his expression grave, to tell Sam and me that Kwon hadn't made it and that we'd be leaving tomorrow night.

I couldn't close my eyes, haunted by the memories of every interaction I'd had with him, especially the moment on the beach. The guilt was overwhelming, gnawing at me with every passing second. I couldn't forgive myself, no matter how hard I tried to rationalize it. My thoughts drifted to Axel, wondering how he was coping with everything. Mr. LaRusso had mentioned that the Iron Dragons would be staying longer because Axel was the primary suspect in the incident. But I had seen it unfold right in front of my eyes. I knew Axel had only been trying to defend himself.

Sam returned to the room, and we didn't speak. There was an unspoken understanding between us that silence was what we both needed in that moment. I glanced up to see Sam beginning to pack, her movements mechanical, as if she were going through the motions without really thinking about it. I knew then what I had to do. I had to go check on Axel, see how he was doing. Maybe we could talk, or perhaps just sit together in silence, offering each other comfort without needing words.

I stood up, still wearing the messy clothes and braids from yesterday's events. I grabbed my slippers and quietly walked out of the room. The hall was quieter now, with people already leaving, their luggage in tow. I sighed as I gazed out the window. The weather mirrored the heaviness in the air—gray and overcast, as though it was on the verge of raining at any moment.

I found myself standing in front of Axel's door, glancing around as the last two people exited the building and headed toward the elevator. With a deep breath, I knocked softly on the door.

'Axel, it's me, Y/n,' I called out, hoping for a response. But all I received in return was silence. I hesitated for a moment, then decided to try again.

To my surprise, I didn't have to wait long. Axel opened the door, his eyes looking like he hadn't slept in ages—tired and lost. He was wearing a white shirt and black sweatpants. With a deep sigh, he didn't say a word but simply pulled me into a tight hug. We stood there in the doorway, wrapped in each other's arms, for what felt like an eternity.

Finally, I heard him mumble softly, 'You don't know how bad I wanted to see you, hug you...'

I tightened my grip around him, holding him close as if I could somehow comfort him, even if just for a moment.

We stood there, holding each other, the silence between us heavy but strangely comforting. The weight of the past few days seemed to fade in that quiet embrace. I could feel his breath, shaky and uneven, as if he were trying to keep his emotions in check.

Finally, I pulled back just slightly, enough to look into his eyes. His expression was distant, haunted, as if he was lost in thought, struggling with whatever was going on inside.

'Are you okay?' I whispered, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. He didn't immediately answer, and the silence stretched on, but I didn't push.

He let out a shaky breath, shaking his head slightly. 'I don't know anymore,' he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. 'I never thought something like this could happen. I thought... I thought I could control everything, but now...'

He trailed off, his words hanging in the air, heavy with the weight of guilt and confusion. I didn't know what to say. It was hard to know how to respond, knowing that no words could truly fix what had happened. But I didn't want him to feel like he had to carry all of it alone.

'You don't have to do this by yourself, Axel,' I said softly, taking his hand. 'I'm here, okay? Whatever you need, I'm here.'

He squeezed my hand in return, his grip still shaky, but there was a hint of relief in his touch. For a moment, he seemed to gather his thoughts, his eyes flickering with something unspoken, like he was debating whether to let more of his emotions slip free.

'I keep thinking about it,' he said, his voice barely above a whisper. 'The accident. The way everything just... spiraled. I should have known better. I should've done something different.' His voice cracked, and I could hear the weight of the guilt in his words.

I gently placed my other hand on his cheek, urging him to look at me. When his eyes met mine, they were full of so many emotions—fear, regret, sadness—and I could feel his heart breaking in that moment.

'Axel, you can't carry this on your own,' I said, my voice steady despite the emotions welling up inside me. 'What happened wasn't your fault. You tried to help. You tried to protect everyone. And sometimes... things just happen. There's no way to control everything. But you didn't cause this.'

His eyes softened, just a little, as though he was holding on to my words, letting them sink in. He let out another long breath, this time quieter, like he was trying to release some of the tension that had built up in his chest.

'I don't know how to fix this,' he admitted, his voice barely audible, the words heavy with vulnerability. 'I don't know how to fix me.'

I gently wiped away a stray tear from his cheek, a tear I hadn't noticed before. 'You don't need to fix yourself, Axel,' I said softly. 'You're not broken. You're hurting, and that's okay. But you'll heal. You just need time. And you need to let yourself feel what you're feeling, not bottle it all up.'

Axel closed his eyes for a moment, nodding slowly. His breath was shaky again, but it seemed a little less tense now, a little more at ease with the comfort I was offering. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around me once more, pulling me close.

We stood there for a moment longer, wrapped in the quiet embrace, and then Axel gently pulled away, his arms still lingering around my waist for a second before he let go. I could see the storm behind his eyes—the swirling thoughts that wouldn't let him rest, the self-doubt that seemed to weigh him down more than anything else. His gaze shifted to the ground, his brow furrowing as if he were wrestling with an internal battle.

Without a word, he motioned for me to follow him into his room. As we walked through the door, I noticed the small, familiar clutter of his belongings scattered around, but the atmosphere felt heavy, like the walls themselves were suffocating under the weight of his thoughts. Axel sat down on the edge of his bed, his posture slouched as if the exhaustion of the past few days was catching up to him.

I took a seat beside him, not saying anything, just letting the silence settle between us for a moment. I knew he needed space to process everything, but I also knew he wasn't ready to be alone with his thoughts—those were the kind of thoughts that could easily spiral.

Axel ran his hand through his hair, his fingers trembling slightly. 'I keep thinking... what if I had done something differently?' he murmured, his voice barely audible. 'What if I hadn't been so focused on... everything? What if I could have stopped it before it happened? Maybe it would have been different.'

I could hear the self-recrimination in his voice, the endless loop of "what ifs" that he was trapped in. It was heartbreaking to watch, knowing how much he was beating himself up over something he couldn't have predicted or prevented. I wanted to say something, to make him see that there was no way he could have known, that it wasn't his fault, but the words caught in my throat. Sometimes, no matter how much you care for someone, there are just no easy words to make the pain go away.

Instead, I simply placed a hand on his shoulder, a silent gesture of comfort, trying to remind him that he wasn't alone in this.

'Axel,' I said softly, my voice steady but full of the emotions I was trying to hide. 'You can't keep torturing yourself over this. You're not responsible for what happened. You were just trying to help. There's nothing more you could have done.'

He didn't respond right away. His gaze was still on the floor, and I could see the deep conflict within him. He was angry, frustrated, and sad all at once. But above all, he was lost.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of silence, Axel spoke again, his voice quieter this time, almost as if he were talking to himself more than to me. 'I keep wondering... if I'll ever be the same again. If I can ever forgive myself for what happened. I don't know how to move past this.'

'You don't have to have all the answers right now,' I said gently. 'Healing takes time. You don't need to fix everything today. You just need to be kind to yourself. This isn't your fault.'

He let out a deep breath, his body still tense as if holding onto everything he couldn't say. Then, he turned his head to meet my eyes, and for the first time in a while, I saw something other than guilt and self-doubt—he looked vulnerable, uncertain, but he seemed to accept the weight of the moment.

'Y/n,' he started, his voice breaking slightly, 'I don't think I'll ever be able to make it right. And I think... I think it's better if we just go our separate ways now. It's just too much. I don't know how to be around you when I know I can't fix things.'

The words hit me harder than I expected. I knew it was coming. In the back of my mind, I had been preparing for this, but hearing him say it aloud felt like a finality I wasn't ready for. I had hoped, foolishly perhaps, that somehow this would pass, that we could move forward together. But reality was setting in.

I nodded slowly, my throat tightening. 'I understand, Axel. I really do.'

There was a pause, and then he gave a small, sad smile, though it didn't reach his eyes. 'I'm sorry, Y/n. I never wanted to hurt you. But... I think this is the only way.'

I wanted to say so many things—things that might have made it better, that might have made him see that we didn't have to say goodbye. But the truth was, we both needed space. Time to heal.

'I'm sorry too,' I whispered, fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall. 'I never wanted things to end like this. But maybe... maybe it's better this way. We both need to move on, even if it's hard.'

He nodded, his eyes wet with the same unshed tears. 'Take care of yourself, Y/n,' he said quietly. 'And... thank you. For everything.'

I stood up slowly, my heart heavy in my chest, and walked toward the door. Axel didn't follow me, but I could feel the weight of his gaze on my back as I reached for the handle. Before I could leave, I turned to look at him one last time.

'Goodbye, Axel,' I said, my voice thick with emotion. 'I hope you find peace.'

He gave me one last nod, his eyes filled with gratitude and sorrow. 'Goodbye, Y/n. Take care.'

With that, I stepped out of his room, the door clicking softly behind me. As I walked down the hallway, I could feel the finality of the moment settling in. This was it. Our paths were no longer aligned. And while I knew this was the right choice for both of us, it didn't make it any easier.

We had shared something meaningful, something beautiful, but some stories, no matter how much they hurt, were meant to end .

¡Important!

Author’s Note: Hi everyone, I want to sincerely apologize for the long wait and for not uploading anything. The exams turned out to be harder than I expected, and unfortunately, I didn’t pass two of them. But, I want to let you all know that I plan to write and post a really long epilogue within the next 7 days or so. I hope you’ve enjoyed the story so far, and I truly appreciate your patience. I know the ending may have left some of you feeling emotional, but please remember, there’s still the epilogue to look forward to. So, don’t worry, I’ll make sure to tie up the loose ends. Thanks again for all your support, and I promise the epilogue will be worth the wait!

#x fem!reader #x female reader #x y/n #couple #x you #axel kovacevic #cobra kai #couple goals #iron dragons #axel cobra kai #sensei wolf #daniel larusso #angst #sad #kwon cobra kai #kwon #cobra kai kwon #kwon jae sung

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alottiegoingon · 11 months ago

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—MASTERLIST

will write for other fandoms besides yellowjackets, ask first!

(all characters are aged up to 18+)

୨୧ headcanons/blurbs | ♡ fluff | 𓍯 angst | ꩜ smut | 𖠋 horror/dark themes

—SCREAM

SAM CARPENTER

baby steps | ♡ ୨୧

—FALLOUT

LUCY MACLEAN

married life | ♡ ୨୧

golden rule | ♡

lucy x reader practicing for boys | ꩜୨୧

—HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

ALICENT HIGHTOWER

your average homoerotic friendship | ♡ ꩜

—YELLOWJACKETS

SHAUNA SHIPMAN

facing your fears | ♡

shauna has a crush on you (valentine's day) | ♡ ୨୧

flannels | ♡ ꩜

love letters | ♡ 𓍯

love letters part II | ♡

bad liar | ꩜ 𓍯

the last night | ♡𓍯𖠋

friends to lovers | ♡

video games | ♡

challengers | ꩜

practice fun | ꩜ ୨୧

kiss and make up | ꩜

JACKIE TAYLOR

jealous and possessive jackie | ♡ ୨୧

who’s afraid of virginia woolf? | 𓍯 ♡

art fair | ♡

on the sunny side of the street | ♡ ୨୧

jackie kissing you while doing your makeup| ♡ ୨୧

but i'm a cheerleader | ♡

our song | 𓍯 ♡

challengers | ꩜

LOTTIE MATTHEWS

peanuts | ♡

lottie spoiling her gf | ♡ ꩜

totally my fault | ♡ ꩜

friends to lovers | ♡ ୨୧

beecoming three | ♡ ୨୧

talking to the trees | ♡𓍯𖠋

fluff alphabet | ♡ ୨୧

NATALIE SCATORCCIO

nat x skater!reader thoughts | ♡

enemies to friends | ♡ ୨୧

friends to lovers | ♡ ୨୧

fluff alphabet | ♡ ୨୧

hidden | ♡

VAN PALMER

first date & movie nights | ♡ ୨୧

like in the moves | ♡

#masterlist #yellowjackets

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wonyscafe · 1 year ago

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things I associate with the signs

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☆ aries ☆

specs, treehouse, freckles, arrows, pumpkin spice latte, skipping pebbles, lipstick, mirrorballs, crochet bags, the number 6

★ taurus ★

chanel N°5, pastries, statues, a deer, tornados, periwinkle, the feeling of comfort, moss, nostalgic summer evenings, kisses on the neck

☆ gemini ☆

ballet, heart warming smiles, the ramones, watercolor eyes, barbie magic of the pegasus, incense, puppy face, the color white, elegance, the scent of mint when the wind blows

★ cancer ★

sunflowers, surfing, rosy cheeks, childhood dreams, cloud shaped sunglasses, blue tops, magazines, the number 2, pugs, the ocean

☆ leo ☆

kingdom dance from tangled, cartoons, dyed hair, spontaneous trips, the feeling of a warm and much needed hug, festivals, hope, iced tea, soft blankets, headphones

★ virgo ★

chocolate brown eyes, earthquakes, quality time, cats, roadtrips, neatly painted nails, matcha latte, golden hour, sharing snacks, apologies

☆ libra ☆

stealing glances, waterlilies, salvatore by lana del rey, tiny doodles, honey, butterflies, garage sales, pink hearts, a peck, lashes

★ scorpio ★

silk, dragons, tanned skin, tulips, the feeling of relief after doing something confronting, dior hypnotic poison, a pinkie promise, reminder by the weeknd, nana manga, sea storms

☆ sagittarius ☆

pictures of the clouds, thrift stores, cresent moon, rodents, fantasy movies, history, wooden floors, the number 22, khaki pants, amsterdam

★ capricorn ★

hand kisses, the stars, laughing so hard your stomach hurts, poppies, sweet nothing by taylor swift, tall corridors, admiring from afar, friend groups, paintings, advice

☆ aquarius ☆

acceptance, coming of age movies, colors, dancing under the moon, cupcakes, pigtails, skinny dipping, greece, studio ghibli, crystals

★ pisces ★

droopy eyes, love in its purest form, shells, tulip fields, sundresses, 3AM convenience store runs, vanilla scented candles, sacrificing oneself, cinnamon buns, horror

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#wonyscafe #astrology #astrology observations #astrology notes #astro observations #astro notes #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces

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im-kaii · 1 year ago

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AVATAR THE WAY OF WATER fanfic idea

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okay but imagine...

Reader is a lab-grown na’vi/avatar hybrid.

They woke up inside of a lab in Bridgehead City, a year after the RDA came back to Pandora and the Recoms woke up. (Right around the time, when the kids were first captured by the recoms in the forest) The reader is younger than the other recoms, they’re around the age of 13 to 15 years old, basically a lab-created child soldier. (Except they don’t have any memories like the other Recoms) Despite the warnings from the scientists who help create the reader, General Ardmore ordered Reader to join Quaritch and Deja Blu on their mission to track down Jake Sully.

Although Spider is a bit cautious of the Recoms, he’s able to form a bond with Reader. Honestly, Reader reminds him of Lo’ak and Kiri. They became friends. He taught Reader everything he knew about Pandora. They can even speak Na'vi just as well as Spider.

Reader was on the beach of the Ta’nuni Village. The poor thing was horrified, even begging Quaritch not to kill the Tsahik. Reader stayed on the ship with Spider as they watched Ronal’s spirit sister and her baby be killed at the hands of Scoresby and his crew. (Reader was in tears that night and Spider is there to comfort them)

During the battle at Three Brothers Rock, Reader is separated from everyone in the chaos after the Sea Dragon crashes against the rocks. Reader helps Lo'ak, Neteyam, and Spider escape, but not without getting accidentally shot in the process.

After Jake and Neytiri storm the ship, Reader is hidden in the shadows but they see Neytiri's rage. And they're terrified. They even witness the standoff between Neytiri and Quaritch.

When the sink starts sinking, Reader helps Spider and Kiri get to safety but because of the waves, they're separated. The waves are too strong and Reader passes out and wakes up having washed up on a small island near Three Brothers. They can't go back to the RDA, because they're technically dead (in the eyes of the RDA) and they don't agree with their ways. And they're too scared to try and find the Na'vi.

A few days after the battle, a Metkayina search party (under the command of Jake and Tonowari) searched and cleaned up the shipwreck. (No, neteyam didn't die. he just passed out from blood loss and tsireya rushed him back to the village when she heard his weak heartbeat) While the group searches through the wreck, Reader's ikran flies above them. Spider recognizes it and follows it, which leads to the group finding Reader.

Reader is in bad shape, injured, dehydrated, and exhausted from the battle. Which leads to them being brought back to the village, to be treated. (with the combined help of Ronal, Norm, and Max) Spider is by their side the entire time. After waking up and reuniting with Spider, Reader is questioned by Jake and Tonowari. It is decided that Reader will stay in the village and be taught by the Sully kids and Metkayina kids.

After a bit of recovering and adjusting to a new environment, Reader seems excited to learn how to live among the Na'vi. But after one of their checkups with Norm and Max, there is a big secret/detail about Reader.

The reader has Jake's DNA...

Reader is Jake's biological child.

The End!

( hope you enjoyed it, who knows maybe I'll turn it into an actual story)

#avatar x reader #avatar fanfiction #avatar the way of water #atwow #avatar twow #avatar 2022 #spider socorro #atwow spider

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wildfairies · 1 year ago

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wildmelon → wildfairies

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ welcome ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ pfp by veryberry / div

∗ personal: txt | insp | replies | gameplay | pinterest

∗ mine: ts4 | bg3 | oc tag | oc page (wip) | oc art

∗ ts4: lookbooks | downloads | resources | wcif (closed)

∗ games: dragon age | bg3 | skyrim | cp2077 | sdv

∗ interactive fiction: if tag | if recs | others' mcs

∗ fan of: cr | d20 | dnd | asoiaf

∗ misc: art | celebs | movies | tv | words

"sometimes breaking is making, even iron can start again, and there are many things that move through fire and find themselves much better for it afterward." ⋆

#mobile navigation

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larixxz · 9 months ago

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Risa Hayashida (Wiki entries)

Here are some facts about her!!:) i’ve managed to write a little bit about her story, not too much but enough 😭💀 (sucks to be in the final year of highschool and prepare urself for exams and graduation 💔)

⚠️my oc’s story will include sensetive topics such as violence, murder, loss etc.!! ⚠️ (also sorey for my english🥹😟😟)

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ᯓ★ I. Overview

ᯓ★ II. Personality

ᯓ★ III. Appearance

ᯓ★ IV. Breathing Style

ᯓ★ V. Abilities

ᯓ★ VI. Backstory

ᯓ★ VII. Relationship with other

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★ I. Overview 🌺

• name―୨୧⋆ ˚

➤ Risa (梨彩) meaning: “Pear“

-Risa is a vibrant name rooted in multiple languages and cultures. However, its most widely accepted origin is Japanese. Based on the kanji characters used to write it, Risa exhibits numerous connotations.

➤ Hayashida (林田) meaning: “forest rice paddy”

-this surname was chosen because for centuries Risa’s ancestors were living in the mountains near forests, harvesting crops.

•birthday―୨୧⋆ ˚

➥ march 10th

•age―୨୧⋆ ˚

➥ 17

•sex―୨୧⋆ ˚

➥ female

•height―୨୧⋆ ˚

➥159cm

•occupation―୨୧⋆ ˚

➥ demon slayer (ever since 12 years old)

•rank―୨୧⋆ ˚

➥ hashira (since 14 years old, so for 3 years straight!)

•breath―୨୧⋆ ˚

➥ Dragon Breathing Style

★ II. Personality 🌷

Risa , the Dragon Hashira, is very well known not only for being an extrovert but also for an empath, showing sensitivity and understanding towards the other members of the Demon Slayer Corps. She has no trouble lending a hand in need even for the smallest inconvenience possible, as she considers it’s the Hashira’s duty to make others feel comfortable and welcome. She makes it very clear from the start that if you ever need something you can count on her!

However, with close friends, she does seem to be more on the playful, mischievous side as she loves to pull (harmful) pranks and tricks! She thrives on the reactions of others to her pranks, finding joy in laughter and amusement. But, sometimes, it does get out of hand… (as one time Risa, together with Tengen, faked a love letter from Mitsuri to Obanai but as consequence got her butt beaten by him🪦.Tengen managed to run away from the situation tho💀💀)

★ III. Appearance 🌸

In her childhood, to keep Risa safe from head lices, Hayami would often keep her hair really short but still cute, a short hime cut.

(example)

However, in her adolescence years, to honor her mother after her passing, she let her hair grow really long below her knees. It gave her some closure every time she looked in the mirror, thinking that it’s the only way to feel somehow connected to her.

She has a very long luscious hair kept in a low ponytail, ranging from the top of her head with a light coral that eventually fades to a cardinal red color. She kept the same face-framing layer from her childhood, a hime cut but longer sidelocks.

Thanks to her hair color it really accentuates the intensity of her azure eyes with a little bit of light yellow. Unlike average people, her pupils are thin and sharp, similar to a reptile. Her thick eyebrows doesn’t go unnoticed either.

Her attire consists in:

• top & bottom : standard demon slayer uniform (dark brown).

(she did got the revealing one just like Mitsuri from that perv but ultimately declined, shoving that “defected” uniform into his mouth and forcefully made him chew.)

• she wears a large indigo haori made by her mother, filled with red and white flowers.

•footwear : sandals idk😭

★ IV. Breathing Style 💐

I should probably give a little bit of context (cringe aleeert😍😍 my 14 year old ass ateee ) :

Risa retains an ancient sword that she managed to obtain at the age of 12 years old by overcoming certain obstacles in order to become a Demon Slayer. This particular sword is actually possessed by a deity’s spirit who couldn’t find it’s peace yet after being killed centuries ago. Even though his physical body died, his spirit still remained lost on earth and withdrew itself in the sword.

The spirit’s name is Ryoma and takes form of a dragon with long horns and fluffy fur. The rest of his body is packed with scales. Not everyone can see him, though. So, sometimes, it looks like Risa is talking to herself. (which creeps people out…)

It might seem confusing but she gets a boost of power, benefiting not only from her swordsmanship styles but also from Ryoma’s strength. However, it is not unlimited as Ryoma needs energy to fight. So whenever he gets too tired, Risa will just simply use her style. (squiggly movements, similar to a dragon’s pattern)

He restores his energy by either sleeping.

In some cases, Ryoma can fuse with Risa’s breathing style, becoming more powerful but uses ton of energy.

(she also refuses for anyone to forge her weapon as it actually hurts for Ryoma. only she gently takes care of it.)

Dragon Breathing Style consists in 7 known forms:

1. First Form: Inferno Breath.

2. Second Form: Azure Tempest.

3. Third Form: Crystal Rain.

4. Fourth Form: Ryū Roar.

5. Fifth Form : Mizzle Dance.

6. Sixth Form: Savoury Munch.

7. Seventh Form: Immolate.

(will explain these forms another time😍😍)

★ V. Abilities

Even before becoming a Demon Slayer, she was blessed enough with a muscular built passed by her ancestors and having denser muscles than an average person. (not like Mitsuri tho ofc, maybe just three times denser).

Besides her strength, enhanced eyesight are also one of her main abilities that contributes greatly in battles. She can very clearly see the opponent’s next move.

Speaking of speed, she would definitely be the same level as Rengoku.

It might sound weird but sometimes, in a battle field, in order to keep the same speed as the opponent she uses all of her limbs to move, climb, drag herself around faster. (think just like Inosuke lol😭)

Her stamina and endurance is pretty average, it depends whenever she benefits some special effects from her Breathing Technique.

★ VI. Backstory 🎥

Risa- just a newborn.

- She was born into a community, far away from the other villages. This clan is thought to be a descendant from Ryoma, an immortal supreme creature that existed throughout the centuries on earth, before Muzan was ever born.

(PAST)

It is said that it’s clan appearance took apart when, several decades ago, a small community of villagers fled to the top of a mountain to escape starvation and the demons unleashed by Muzan. There, they found a cabin inhabited by a tall, pale man with platinum, silky hair and celadon eyes. He looked too beautiful to be human. The man, sad upon hearing their unfortunate story, suggested living in the same area as him only with the condition to help eachother out. Over time, living close with one another , they finally started creating familles together, they had the time to finally focus on what they can improve on skill-wise. Danger wasn’t a problem for them anymore as demons weren’t usually crossed the paths towards their new “hideout”.

The tall, white-headed man was finally happy to be surrounded by humans.

His name was Ryoma. But.. was he actually immortal?

[PRESENT]

Risa was the only daughter of the Hayashida Clan, which had only been blessed with boys for hundreds of years. The arrival of a girl in the family was seen as a positive change, as Risa would grow up to become a strong, beautiful, and inspiring lady who could serve as a role model for her peers.

Until.. all of their hopes were crushed.

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Late one night, an unexpected and vicious attack was launched by demons sent by Muzan at the small village, catching its inhabitants off guard. The surprise attack resulted in the deaths of many, leaving only a handful of survivors. Among the survivors were Risa and her oldest brother, Rikku. In a desperate attempt to escape, Rikku fled to the closest village with Risa's baby sister cradled in his arms, but not before sustaining a major injury to his abdomen. Even though he had never left the mountain, Rikku managed to grab an old map of Japan before fleeing in search of refuge. However, the journey was fraught with danger and difficulty. With each passing moment, Rikku's wounds grew worse, he had left a massive trail of his own blood. Plus, Rikku was still far away from the village he had to refugee in with Risa and to report the Demon Slayer Corps about the night attack.. It was late.

He failed everyone from his family.

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The only thing that made him proud in that moment was the fact that he protected his baby sister so well- no scar on her delicate, fair skin. He had no choice but to rest under the nearest cheery blossom tree and accepting his destiny in a matter of hours.

This was his last moment to admire nature’s beauty one last time before closing his eyes and falling into a deep, deep sleep for eternity.

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For Risa’s luck, just the next day, he was found dead. His corpse, along with baby Risa sleeping peacefully in his arms, were found by a woman who just happened to live in the village Rikku was supposed to arrive in. The woman, named Hayami, noticed a small letter beside the young man, written in blood. Upon reading his letter and their situation, she felt pity for his fate and decided to give him a proper burial and took Risa into her care.

Nothing is known of her expect the fact that her name is Hayami. She is just a simple, hard-working women who sadly her husband “died” and suffered from infertility. It caused her a great moment of happiness finding Risa, thinking she could finally have someone to take care of and cherish.

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Risa- a teenager. (12 years old)

Growing up, Risa has always showed her admiration and gratitude towards the swordsmen from the Demon Slayer Corps. Whenever she would see one doing a check-up in her village, she did not missed a chance into chatting with them about their routines, strenght and overall their life style as a demon slayer. The first Demon Slayer she ever talked to was actually an hashria, Uzui Tengen.

By the time Risa was 12 years old she already found out about her origins from Hayami. For some time she could only feel emptiness. It definitely messed her up, both psychically and mentally. Being the only blood line survivor that knew nothing of her past made her feel like a stranger to her own heart.. However, because of this reason, she did not wanted to happen similar or worser to someone else. So she made a very drastic choice of becoming a Demon Slayer.

When she told Hayami about her future plans she had her full support, letting her know she will always be by her side. Before attending the Final Selections, she had only one wish- visiting her hometown where she actually came from.

In this case, Hayami handed Risa the old map Rikku had with him the whole time he tried to escape. Thanks to this map, she was able to track the same path where her family used to live.

Risa took a few days to reach her final destination. As Risa made her way towards her destination, she couldn't help but notice the overgrown plants that had taken over the small houses. The sight filled her with a sense of melancholy as she tried to imagine how her family used to live there before their passing. How were they as people? What did they used to like? Were they good people? All kinds of questions started to pop in her mind. Suddenly, she stumbled upon a dusty scabbard with a sword inside. As she cautiously touched the handle, Risa felt a strange sensation, an electric shock, which made her instinctively drop it. However, she gathered her courage and took a closer look at the katana on her second attempt. As she carefully took out the sword, she noticed how it’s blade was changing colors to a lavander color which totally confused her, not knowing why. (yet LMAOO)

Thinking this might be the only evidence she can gather from her bloodline, she did not hesitated to bring it back with her home.

It was way too early when she arrived home, not even the sun was up by then. But, to her surprise, the doors were freely open with no one inside. Where was her mother? It coulnd’t been an attack by a demon, that’s for sure.. there were no blood. Risa had yelled for Hayami but to no response- she wans’t here.

That’s when Risa ran outside of her yard, trying to find someone to ask for help from her neighbors but the only sight she could catch was a large crowd in the middle of the commune, asseverating remarks of someone to be immediately burned. Making her way to see what was going on, every noise surrounding her quickly turned into a muffle and her vision blurred.

Her mother was tightly tied to a skate, ashamedly looking down at the ground. Hayami was a demon all along that outlived every single relative of her family years ago. Ultimately, she got saved by Lady Tamayo and inherited proprieties that once belonged to her family, making her very rich. However, because of Zaiaku Jigoku, a noble who wanted to buy some land owned by Hayami but was rejected, he managed to find all kinds of secrets about her and her identity and turned everyone against her to get all of her wealth after her death. He had a reason to execute her now- for being a demon and lying about it.

Calling out for her mother and intervening between people to save her was in vain - the guards sent by Zaiaku took hold of her and did not let her interfere with her mother’s execution. Hearing her daughter’s cries, Hayami couldn't do anything but sadly smile at her for the last time before being consumed by the sun. Even though she could have easily killed the humans, she chose not to, as she was committed to this decision. She never wanted to hurt anyone, but to be considered normal, like she was once before being turned. Before being consumed, she mumbled something that Risa couldn’t understand.

Her vision was blurred by her tears. Her heart was aching, as if a thousand daggers were piercing it repeatedly. She was compelled to watch as her mother was mercilessly taken from her. Despite her agonizing screams, no one intervened. At that moment, Risa's desperation gradually morphed into anger as she realized that the bystanders were indifferent to her mother's death, and the Japanese noble was going to basically win, making Risa homeless. Unwilling to let this pass, rage consumed her and she finished off almost everyone involved - specifically those who sided with Zaiaku.

Before dispatching the noble, he begged for mercy and pleaded with her to let him go as he has children who will mourn his passing. Risa had nothing but hatred towards this man; “How dare you ask for mercy just so you can move on and live a normal life with your family, while I have to mourn the death of my mother for the rest of my life?”

Eliminating the nobility did not ease Risa's pain, instead, it worsened as she stood before the bodies, covered in their blood. The realization that she had become what she detested most - a demon - left a heavy lump in her throat.

For years, in silence, she suffered. She never really told anyone about this but Gyomei.

★ VII. Relationship with other hashiras 🪷

She does get along with most of them thanks to her outgoing personality!

(still have to do what impressions she has for the kamaboko squad but wtv)

END. <3

(might just add/edit some stuff another time🤨)

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ardentblossomings · 6 months ago

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none of the following works belong to me. credits to rightful authors. contains mature content, aimed for +18 audiences. reader discretion is advised. most of these works are f! or afab! reader. ALSO! minors + blank + ageless blogs will be blocked.

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just the tip. ──── gepard, welt, himeko, serval, jing yuan, luocha

cw. reader is afab with no pronouns used. public sex (luocha), straps, sex toys (himeko and serval), a little size kink (jing yuan), a little soft dom (welt). not sfw, minors dni.

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THE ASTRAL EXPRESS

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lesenfantssauvages666 · 7 months ago

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My first attempt to post an fic here.

Dragon Slayer

Pairing: no couple

Summary: Max Verstappen lives in an ancient ville and is a dragon slayer

Word count: 3.2K

In a time and place veiled in mist and myth, there was a hero known far and wide as the Dragon Slayer. This brave figure, whose real name was Max Verstappen, had a reputation that spread through the whispers of villagers gathered around their hearths. Max possessed an extraordinary courage that set him apart from others, enabling him to confront and vanquish the fearsome dragons that terrorized the land.

Max's journey was one of relentless battles and daring feats. Each dragon he faced brought new challenges and demanded every ounce of his strength and ingenuity. Despite the dangers, Max never wavered, driven by a sense of duty to protect his homeland and its people from the menacing creatures. His victories not only secured the safety of the villages but also solidified his status as a legendary hero.

Throughout his adventures, Max encountered various allies and adversaries, each contributing to his growth and understanding of the world. His encounters with these individuals shaped his path, teaching him invaluable lessons about bravery, sacrifice, and the true meaning of heroism.

The legacy of Max Verstappen, the Dragon Slayer, endured long after his battles were over. His name became synonymous with valor and resilience, inspiring future generations to face their own fears and challenges with the same unyielding spirit. In the land shrouded in mist and mystery, the tales of Max's heroics continued to be told, ensuring that the memory of the Dragon Slayer would never fade away.

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Single Chapter: The Birth of a Legend

Long ago, in a land shrouded in mist and mystery, there lived a hero whose name was whispered in hushed tones around the hearth fires. They called him the Dragon Slayer, for he alone possessed the courage to face the beasts that plagued their land. His real name was Max Verstappen, a name that would become legendary, but his journey from an ordinary boy to a celebrated hero was fraught with peril and wonder.

The village of Eldoria was nestled in a lush valley surrounded by towering mountains. The mist that hung over the peaks seemed to cloak the land in a perpetual twilight, adding to the air of enchantment and danger that pervaded the region. Eldoria was a place of simple folk, farmers, and craftsmen, who led humble lives under the ever-watchful gaze of the mountains. It was here, in this serene yet foreboding setting, that Max was born.

Max's parents, Willem and Anna Verstappen, were well-respected villagers. Willem was a blacksmith, known for his sturdy tools and impeccable craftsmanship, while Anna was a healer, skilled in the art of herbal medicine. They had hoped for a peaceful life, raising their son away from the troubles of the world. But fate had other plans.

From a young age, Max displayed an unusual fearlessness. As a toddler, he would wander off into the woods, much to his parents' distress, often returning with curious treasures—strange stones, feathers of rare birds, and once, a small, harmless snake he had somehow managed to capture. Willem and Anna marveled at their son's daring spirit, but they also worried. The world beyond Eldoria was dangerous, filled with creatures and mysteries best left undisturbed.

Max's childhood was not without its challenges. Eldoria, like many villages in the land of Aryndor, lived under the constant threat of dragon attacks. These fearsome beasts, with their scales as hard as iron and breath of fire, descended from the mountains to wreak havoc on the settlements below. The villagers had built fortified walls and dug deep wells to protect themselves, but even these measures offered only limited safety.

The first time Max saw a dragon, he was barely eight years old. It was a cool autumn evening, and the village was preparing for the harvest festival. Lanterns hung from trees, and the air was filled with the scent of roasting meat and baking bread. Max was helping his father in the forge, fascinated by the sparks that flew from the anvil as Willem shaped a piece of glowing metal.

Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed through the valley. The ground trembled, and the sky darkened as a massive shadow passed overhead. Max ran outside just in time to see the dragon—a colossal beast with scales the color of midnight, wings that blotted out the sun, and eyes that burned with a fierce intelligence. It swooped low over the village, unleashing a torrent of flames that set the rooftops ablaze.

Panic ensued. Villagers screamed and scrambled for cover, desperately trying to extinguish the fires and protect their homes. Willem grabbed Max and pulled him back into the forge, shielding him from the dragon's fiery breath.

"Stay here, Max," Willem commanded, his voice stern but trembling. "I need to help the others."

"But, Father—"

"No buts! Stay hidden, and do not come out until it's safe."

With that, Willem rushed out to join the other men in fighting the blaze. Max watched through a crack in the door, his heart pounding in his chest. The sight of the dragon filled him with a mixture of terror and awe. He had heard the stories, of course, but seeing the creature in the flesh was an entirely different experience.

For hours, the village battled the flames and the dragon. It seemed unstoppable, an embodiment of destruction that cared nothing for the lives it ruined. Finally, as dawn broke, the beast flew back to the mountains, leaving Eldoria smoldering in its wake. The damage was extensive, but miraculously, there were no casualties.

The days that followed were filled with rebuilding. The villagers worked tirelessly to repair their homes and mend their spirits. Max's fearlessness, however, had transformed into a burning resolve. He could not shake the image of the dragon, nor the devastation it had caused. While others saw an unstoppable force of nature, Max saw a challenge—a foe that could be faced and defeated.

Years passed, and Max grew into a strong and capable young man. He spent his days apprenticing with his father, learning the art of blacksmithing, and his evenings training with the village guard. His skill with a sword and bow became renowned, and his courage in the face of danger earned him the respect of his peers.

But Max's aspirations went beyond the confines of Eldoria. He dreamed of venturing into the mountains, of seeking out the dragons and ending their reign of terror once and for all. His parents, though proud of his bravery, were wary of his ambitions.

"Max," Anna would often say, "there's more to life than fighting. The world is vast and filled with wonders. You could be anything you want—a healer, a scholar, a leader. Why do you seek out danger?"

"Because someone has to, Mother," Max would reply. "If we don't stand up to the dragons, who will? I can't just sit by and watch our home be destroyed time and again."

Willem, while more understanding of his son's determination, also offered words of caution. "The dragons are not like any enemy you've faced, Max. They are ancient, powerful, and cunning. Many have tried to defeat them and failed. Promise me you'll be careful."

"I promise, Father," Max would say, though his mind was already filled with plans and strategies for his quest.

Max's opportunity came sooner than he expected. One crisp morning, as the first snows of winter began to fall, a group of strangers arrived in Eldoria. They were knights, clad in shining armor, bearing the crest of the High King of Aryndor. Their leader, Sir Roland, was a seasoned warrior with a commanding presence and a reputation for bravery.

The knights had come with a dire message: the dragons' attacks were growing more frequent and more deadly. The High King was assembling a force to march into the mountains and confront the beasts in their lairs. Volunteers were needed—brave souls willing to risk everything for the chance to rid the land of its greatest menace.

Max did not hesitate. He volunteered on the spot, his resolve unshakable. His parents, though heartbroken at the thought of losing their son to such a perilous endeavor, knew they could not dissuade him.

"Go with our blessings, Max," Willem said, clasping his son's shoulder. "And remember, you carry our hopes and dreams with you."

Anna embraced Max tightly, tears in her eyes. "Be safe, my son. And come back to us."

"I will, Mother. I promise."

With that, Max joined Sir Roland and the other knights, ready to embark on the greatest adventure of his life. The journey into the mountains was arduous, filled with treacherous paths and biting cold. But Max's spirit remained undaunted. He was driven by a vision of a world free from the terror of dragons, a world where villages like Eldoria could thrive in peace.

As they ventured deeper into the mountains, the group encountered the harsh realities of their quest. The remains of previous expeditions littered the landscape—broken weapons, tattered banners, and the skeletal remains of those who had come before them. The dragons were not merely beasts; they were intelligent, territorial, and fiercely protective of their domain.

One night, as they made camp in a sheltered valley, Sir Roland gathered the knights around the fire. The flickering flames cast long shadows on their weary faces.

"Tomorrow, we reach the Dragon's Spine," Sir Roland said, referring to the jagged ridge that marked the entrance to the dragons' territory. "From there, it's a day's march to the lair of Saphira, the oldest and most fearsome of the dragons. She is our primary target. If we can defeat her, the others may retreat, or at the very least, be thrown into disarray."

Max listened intently, his mind racing with possibilities. He had heard of Saphira, a dragon said to be as old as the mountains themselves, with scales like obsidian and a roar that could shatter stone. She was the stuff of legends, a creature of nightmares.

As the knights discussed their strategy, Max's thoughts turned inward. He thought of his parents, of Eldoria, of the life he had left behind. He wondered if he would ever see them again, if he would live to tell the tale of his journey. But above all, he felt a sense of purpose, a conviction that he was exactly where he needed to be.

The next morning, they set out at first light. The climb up the Dragon's Spine was grueling, the air thin and the path treacherous. But they pressed on, driven by the knowledge that their quest was nearing its climax.

As they reached the summit, the sight that greeted them was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. Below them lay a vast, rocky plateau, dotted with the remnants of ancient battles. And in the center, nestled among the crags and boulders, was the entrance to Saphira's lair—a yawning cavern that seemed to breathe darkness.

Sir Roland signaled for the knights to halt. "This is it," he said, his voice steady. "From here on, we must move with caution. Saphira will not be taken by surprise easily."

They descended the ridge and approached the cavern, their weapons at the ready. The air grew colder, and an eerie silence enveloped them. Max's heart pounded in his chest, but he felt a surge of determination. This was the moment he had trained for, the moment he had dreamed of. He tightened his grip on his sword, his eyes fixed on the dark maw of the cavern.

As they neared the entrance, a low rumble emanated from within, followed by a gust of hot, sulfurous air. The knights exchanged uneasy glances, but Max stepped forward, his gaze unwavering.

"Stay close and keep your wits about you," Sir Roland instructed. "We go in together. No one breaks formation."

The knights formed a tight line, their shields raised and swords drawn, and slowly advanced into the darkness. The cavern walls were lined with glittering crystals that reflected their torchlight, casting eerie patterns on the rocky floor. The deeper they went, the stronger the smell of sulfur became, mixing with the damp, earthy scent of the cave.

Suddenly, the tunnel opened up into a vast chamber. The ceiling was lost in shadow, and the walls were dotted with the bones of past victims, both human and animal. In the center of the chamber lay Saphira, her massive form coiled around a mound of treasure—gold, jewels, and ancient relics gleamed in the torchlight.

The dragon's eyes snapped open, and she lifted her massive head, fixing the intruders with a gaze of pure malice. Her scales, black as night, shimmered with an otherworldly light, and when she spoke, her voice was a low, rumbling growl that echoed through the cavern.

"Who dares disturb my slumber?" she hissed, her eyes narrowing. "Have you come to offer yourselves as my next meal?"

Sir Roland stepped forward, his voice steady but respectful. "We are knights of the High King, come to end your reign of terror, Saphira. Leave this land, or face our wrath."

Saphira's laughter filled the chamber, a sound like grinding stones. "Foolish mortals," she sneered. "Do you truly believe you can defeat me? I have existed for centuries, and many have tried and failed to best me. Your bones will join those of your predecessors."

With a roar that shook the very ground, Saphira unleashed a torrent of flame. The knights raised their shields, but the force of the blast sent them sprawling. Max rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the searing heat. He sprang to his feet, his eyes locking onto Saphira's, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still.

Time slowed as Max drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and took aim at the dragon's eye. With a deep breath, he released the arrow. It flew true, striking Saphira just above her left eye. The dragon roared in pain and fury, thrashing her head and spewing fire in every direction.

"Now!" Sir Roland shouted. "Attack while she's distracted!"

The knights surged forward, their swords flashing in the dim light. They hacked and slashed at Saphira's scales, looking for any weakness. Max joined the fray, his movements quick and precise. He ducked under a swipe of Saphira's claws and drove his sword into the softer scales of her underbelly.

Saphira howled in rage, her tail lashing out and sending several knights flying. Max narrowly avoided the lethal sweep and leaped onto the dragon's back, climbing towards her head. He could see the pain and fury in her eyes, but also a flicker of fear.

Max's heart pounded as he reached Saphira's neck. He knew this was his chance. Summoning all his strength, he drove his sword into the base of her skull, aiming for the vital spot he had studied in ancient texts. Saphira convulsed, her roars echoing through the cavern, and for a moment, Max feared he had failed.

But then, with a final, shuddering gasp, Saphira collapsed. Her massive form hit the ground with a resounding thud, and the chamber fell silent.

Max slid off the dragon's back, his body trembling with exhaustion and adrenaline. The surviving knights gathered around him, their faces a mix of relief and awe. Sir Roland approached, placing a hand on Max's shoulder.

"You did it, Max," he said, his voice filled with respect. "You truly are a Dragon Slayer."

Max nodded, his mind racing with the enormity of what they had accomplished. They had defeated Saphira, the mightiest of the dragons, but he knew their journey was far from over. There were still other dragons out there, and the land of Aryndor was not yet safe.

As the knights began to gather the treasure and prepare to leave the cavern, Max took a moment to reflect. He thought of Eldoria, of his parents, and of the promise he had made. He had faced unimaginable danger and emerged victorious, but he knew his true test lay ahead.

For Max Verstappen, the Dragon Slayer, this was only the beginning.

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Back in Eldoria, the news of Saphira's defeat spread like wildfire. The villagers celebrated, their hearts lifted by the hope that the dragon menace might finally be coming to an end. Willem and Anna received word of their son's bravery with a mixture of pride and relief, knowing that Max had fulfilled his promise to protect their home.

But they also knew that Max's journey was far from over. He had become a hero, a symbol of hope for all of Aryndor, and his destiny was now intertwined with the fate of the entire land. As they gazed towards the distant mountains, they prayed for his safe return and for the strength to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

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The trek back to the High King's court was long and arduous, but the knights carried with them a renewed sense of purpose. They had struck a significant blow against the dragons, and their victory would inspire others to join their cause. Max rode at the front of the procession, his thoughts filled with plans for the future.

When they arrived at the royal castle, they were greeted with a hero's welcome. The High King himself came out to meet them, his eyes alight with gratitude and admiration.

"Sir Roland, Max Verstappen, and brave knights of Aryndor," the King proclaimed, "you have done a great service to our land. Your bravery and skill have rid us of a terrible threat, and for that, we are forever in your debt."

Max stepped forward, bowing deeply. "Your Majesty, it is an honor to serve. But our work is not yet done. There are still dragons out there, and we must continue our quest to ensure the safety of Aryndor."

The King nodded, his expression solemn. "Indeed. Your courage has given us hope, and we will support you in any way we can. Let this be the beginning of a new era, where the people of Aryndor can live without fear."

As the celebrations continued, Max found himself surrounded by admirers and well-wishers. But his mind was already turning to the next challenge. He knew that defeating Saphira was just the first step in a long and difficult journey. The dragons were powerful and cunning, and each one would present its own unique dangers.

That night, as he stood on the castle battlements, looking out over the kingdom he had sworn to protect, Max felt a sense of peace. He had faced his fears and emerged victorious, but he also understood the weight of his new role. He was no longer just Max Verstappen, the blacksmith's son. He was the Dragon Slayer, a hero whose name would be remembered for generations.

With a deep breath, Max made a silent vow to continue his quest, to face whatever dangers lay ahead, and to protect the people of Aryndor with all his strength. For he knew that true heroism was not just about defeating monsters, but about the courage to keep fighting, no matter the odds.

And so, with the dawn of a new day, Max prepared to embark on the next chapter of his journey, ready to face the dragons and any other challenges that awaited him in the land shrouded in mist and mystery.

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