#dragonblood au

[saline-coelacanth]

I've been wanting to get back into the Dragonblood Au so I drew some silly memes and shenanigans based on the au because why not

[neo-my-geo]

So @pinapin and I were talking about what would happen if you wrote a fic using a D20 to determine the outcomes of everything that a character attempts to do, and it snowballed into a full blown D&D fantasy AU

Race/class details below the cut!

Scout - half-orc/way of the drunken bonk master monk

Soldier - human/genie warlock

Pyro - ???/dragonblood sorcerer

Demo - triton/war wizard-fighter multiclass

Heavy - dwarf (with gigantism)/glory paladin

Engie - needs no introduction/artillerist artificer

Medic - vampire/order of the profane soul blood hunter

Sniper - human/sniper (tf2)

Spy - changeling/soulknife rogue

(ft. original scrapped soldier sheet; yes, Merasmus is his patron)

(and also ft. other sketches)

ignore the drow, this isn't about him

[misswynters]

Rooftop Cravings

Gwayne Hightower x reader (modern au)

[WARNING: making out/kissing, smoking, needy/desperate gwayne, implied sexual relations, worship?, extreme touching, not proofread

[synopsis: Gwayne calls you to the rooftop, needing you. Like a desperate man.

[note: uh i absolutely love freddie fox…he’s mine, the first pic is actually him (0-o)

Part of the Dragonblood: Southside Series

song inspiration: desert rose

The Hightower apartment complex stands tall and imposing in the heart of Chicago’s South Side. It’s a place where everyone knows everyone else’s business, and secrets are hard to keep. Tonight, the air is filled with the sounds of the city – sirens wailing in the distance, the murmur of late-night conversations, and the occasional blare of a car horn.

You move through the dimly lit hallways with purpose, your heart pounding in anticipation. Gwayne Hightower, the ever-charming and mischievous bad boy of the neighborhood, had slipped you a note earlier in the day – a secret rendezvous on the rooftop. The thrill of it all reminds you of scenes straight out of a TV show. Each apartment was a testament to wealth, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering sweeping views of the city that never slept. But Gwayne Hightower wasn’t interested in the views tonight. He was standing on the rooftop, the wind tugging at his clothes as he stared at his phone, desperation clawing at his chest.

He dialed the number, his fingers trembling slightly. The ring echoed in his ears, each second stretching into an eternity. When your voice finally came through, soft and curious, it was like a lifeline.

“Hello?” You answered with a question.

“Where are you?” His voice was rough, strained with an urgency he couldn’t hide. “I need to see you.”

There was a pause on the other end, and then you spoke again, concern lacing your words. “Gwayne, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not,” he admitted, his breath hitching. “I’m on the rooftop of The Hightower. Please, come. I… I need you.”

The line went silent for a moment, and he could almost hear the wheels turning in your head. Then, with a resigned sigh, you agreed. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

Gwayne ended the call and shoved the phone into his pocket, pacing the rooftop as he tried to calm his racing heart. The city lights flickered below, but all he could think about was you. The way your smile lit up a room, the warmth of your touch, the sound of your laughter. He was consumed by thoughts of you, his need for you almost painful in its intensity.

The minutes dragged on, each one feeling like an hour. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration and longing blending into a potent mix that made it hard to breathe. When you reach the rooftop door, you push it open and step into the cool night air. Gwayne was waiting for you, leaning against the edge of the building with a cigarette dangling from his lips. He looks up as he heard you approach, his trademark smirk playing on his lips.

“You actually came,” he says, taking a drag from his cigarette and exhaling slowly, his back facing you.

You looked around the rooftop, adoring the city skyline. Seeing him at the edge, you walked over. “Gwayne, what’s wrong?”

He turned to face you, his eyes dark with unspoken emotions. “I’m sorry,” he slightly whined, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be without you.”

Gwayne's confession hung in the air between you, heavy and charged. The city below seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you on this isolated rooftop. The cool night air mingled with the warmth of his breath on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Gwayne stubs out his cigarette and steps closer, closing the distance between you. “I’ve missed you,” he murmurs, his hands finding your waist and pulling you close.

"You don't have to be sorry," you whispered, your fingers brushing against his jaw. "I'm here now."

He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch as if it were the only thing anchoring him. "I've missed you so much," he said, his voice breaking slightly. "Every second without you feels like an eternity."

You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, soft and reassuring. "I feel the same way."

He chuckles softly, his breath warm against your ear. “Shall we make the most of our time together then?”

You couldn’t even respond before Gwayne captures your lips in a searing kiss. It’s as if all the pent-up longing and passion you’ve been feeling spills out in that single moment. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer as your fingers tangling in his hair deepening the kiss.

Gwayne's hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer. His need for you was palpable, an almost physical force that drew you together. He kissed you again, slower this time but no less intense. Each brush of his lips against yours was a silent plea, a desperate need to be connected to you.

The world around you seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of you and the raw emotion that pulsed between you. Gwayne's hands roamed your back, pulling you even closer until there was no space left between you.

"I can't get enough of you," he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with desire.

You smiled against his mouth, your heart swelling with affection. "Then don't stop," you whispered, your words a gentle challenge.

Gwayne's response was immediate. He kissed you with renewed fervor, his hands exploring every inch of you. His touch was electrifying, each caress sending waves of pleasure through your body. You melted into him, giving yourself over to the intensity of the moment.

He guided you until your back pressed against the railing of the rooftop. The metal was cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his body. Gwayne's lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in their wake. You tilted your head back, giving him better access as your fingers dug into his shoulders.

"Gwayne," you moaned, the sound of his name on your lips spurring him on.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. They were dark with desire, but there was something else there too- a vulnerability that tugged at your heart. "I love you," he said, his voice trembling with the weight of the words.

"I love you so much it scares me."

You reached up, cupping his face in your hands. "I love you too," you said, your voice steady and sure. "More than anything."

A shudder ran through Gwayne at your words, and he captured your lips in another searing kiss. There was a new urgency to his movements, a desperate need to show you just how much you meant to him. His hands slid under your shirt, the heat of his touch sending shivers through your body. Gwayne’s fingers deftly unbuttoning your shirt.

You gasped as his fingers brushed against your skin, your own hands finding their way under his shirt. The feel of his muscles beneath your fingertips was intoxicating, and you couldn't get enough. You needed to feel every inch of him, to remind yourself that this was real.

Gwayne pulled back just long enough to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it aside before doing the same with his own. The sight of his bare chest, illuminated by the city lights, took your breath away. He was beautiful, every inch of him a testament to strength and vulnerability.

He pressed you back against the railing, his hands exploring your now exposed skin. Each touch was a promise, each kiss a declaration of his love. You could feel his need for you, the way his body trembled with barely restrained desire.

"Please," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "I need you."

You nodded, your own desire mirrored in his eyes. "Mmmm," you hummed, your wordless expression, a vow.

Gwayne's eyes darkened at your words, and he kissed you with a passion that took your breath away. His hands moved to the waistband of your pants, his touch gentle but insistent. You helped him, the two of you working together to shed the last barriers between you.

When you were finally free of your clothes, Gwayne took a step back, his eyes raking over your body with a hunger that made your pulse race. He reached out, his hand cupping your cheek as he leaned in for another kiss. You stood there in your underwear and so did he. It was slightly cold tonight, so it was wise not to be fully naked out in the open.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured against your lips.

You blushed, the intensity of his gaze making you feel exposed in the best possible way. "Says Mr. Handsome," you jokingly replied, your voice soft but full of conviction.

Gwayne's lips curved into a smile, and he kissed you again, his hands exploring your body with a reverence that made your heart ache. Each touch was a reminder of just how much he loved you, just how much he needed you.

The world seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in him. The city below, the stars above - none of it mattered. All that mattered was the way he made you feel, the way he showed you just how deeply he cared.

Without breaking the kiss, Gwayne's hands moved to your waist, slightly touching your nipples through your bra. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. When he reached your chest, he paused for a moment, his eyes dark with desire as he looked up at you.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Yes, Gwayne. Please."

That was all the encouragement he needed. His mouth descended on your chest, kissing and sucking with a need that left you breathless. His hands cupped your breasts, kneading gently as his tongue flicked over your sensitive skin. The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn't help the soft moans that escaped your lips.

Gwayne's neediness was palpable. He was everywhere at once, his hands, his mouth, his body pressing against yours.

He worshipped your chest with an almost frantic desperation, his kisses turning into gentle bites and sucks that left you trembling with desire.

"You're so perfect," he murmured against your skin. "So fucking perfect."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. "I need you too," you breathed. "I always have."

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with a raw, unspoken emotion. "Then let's not waste any more time."

With that, he pulled you into another searing kiss, his hands never leaving your body. Up on the rooftop, under the moonlit sky, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of you, lost in each other's arms.

You pull away from the kiss, both of you breathless. Gwayne’s eyes are dark with desire, but there’s also a softness there that you don’t see often. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch tender.

He leads you to a makeshift seating area – an old blanket spread out on the rooftop, surrounded by the twinkling lights of the city. You sit down together, the cool night air wrapping around you like a comforting blanket.

“Sometimes, I feel like this is the only place we can really be ourselves,” Gwayne admits, his voice raw and honest. “Away from all the bullshit.”

You nod, understanding all too well. Life in the Hightower complex is chaotic, full of drama and noise. Moments like this are rare, precious.

“What’s been going on with you?” you ask, wanting to share in his burdens, if only for a little while.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Same old shit. Trying to keep my family together, keep everyone out of trouble. It’s exhausting.”

You lean against him, your head resting on his shoulder. For a moment, the world feels right. The noise and chaos fade away, leaving just the two of you and the city lights.

The morning sun filters through the cracked blinds of the huge apartment. You wake up to the sound of Gwayne moving around the kitchen, the smell of coffee filling the air. You stretch and sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Last night was absolute perfection and bliss. He treated you well, having the most loving and gentle sex you could’ve imagined. It was all you can think about.

Gwayne turns as you enter the kitchen, a smile spreading across his face. “Morning,” he says, handing you a cup of coffee.

“Morning,” you reply, taking the cup and savoring the warmth. “Thanks.”

He leans against the counter, watching you. “You should stay more often. I like waking up to you.”

You smile, feeling a warmth that has nothing to do with the coffee. “I like waking up here.”

Gwayne steps closer, his hand cupping your cheek. “Then stay with me, ___.”

You look into his eyes, seeing the sincerity there. It’s a big step, but one you’re willing to take. “Okay,” you say softly. He kisses you gently, sealing the promise. Gwayne traps you between the kitchen island and his arms, leaning down to match you height. You could feel him pressed against you, the only layer between the two of you was the thin underwear you both were wearing. He wanted another round.

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[crystalflygeo]

Last of her kind Emperor!Alpha!Zhongli + Slave!Omega!Dragoness!Reader-

cw/tags: mentions of slavery and past sexual abuse on fem!reader, A/B/O dynamics, mating bites, fingering, scenting, pet names, zhongli has a knot and alpha fangs and is not afraid to use them lmao, some nip and clit stimulation ig?? emotional roller coaster ngl.

notes: So remember a loooong time ago when I held a poll and one of the options was "dragon" and it WON?? well actually it was this, (dragon READER heh) it just got WAY out of control. 5.6k words and now I wanna make it into a whole series //head in hands// anyway ye have this weird lil funky AU I poured my sweat blood and tears into (also my heart and soul) idk why I am just so attached I love it so much plsss I have ideas fot other scenes with them already aaaaaaaaa <3

Partially inspired by some of @silentmoths' fics holy shIT I LOVE DRAGON READER AND I LOVE OMEGAVERSE NOD IF YOU AGREE!!

Last but not least if y'all wanna be part of my pinglist uhh I'm making one now so :3c

Part 2 ->

Strange yellow leaves fall around you all over the courtyard…

“Fix your clothes, you have to look appealing… well, as appealing as a creature like you can be.” The voice of your Master calls out harshly, pulling and tugging at details in your outfit. It was a flimsy and silky thing, mostly see-through, rather elegant, but very revealing.

You’re used to it.

“And stop looking so miserable! You better smile and please this Alpha. He’s not just anyone, you know?”

You nod meekly, trying to hide the slight trembling on your body. This will be just another bonding attempt. Nothing else.

It will fail. Just like all the others before.

Silver chains clink and tug the collar at your neck, it shakes you back to the present as you stumble forward.

Master guides you through a maze of corridors, with sleek surfaces of dark wood, decorative lanterns and paper screens. They’re strange, covered in even stranger symbols that look nothing like the ones back in the desert. Your bare feet, used to rough hot sand, now walk along polished wood with your draconic tail dragging behind. Everything looks so lavish…

You’ve been brought all the way to Li- Liu-… Li-yue? A foreign country, to meet a potential client. Well, a client to your Master. You are just the merchandise: a dragonblood Omega. Rare, unique even, “exotic”.

But defective.

Your fists clench in nervousness. How rough will this Alpha be with you? You dread to find the answer. Alphas were cruel, ever since you remember you’ve been taught to please, be gentle, obedient and look pretty, but they were never any of those things. Alphas just took their pleasure and used your body as they wanted, usually until you were crying and screaming, begging for mercy. You just hope this Alpha would give you some pity and be quick… or give you time to rest in between attempts.

Though you had learned since long that your wishes don’t tend to come true.

What a disappointment. After I spent so much money and resources on you.

Such a waste of time, what use is there in an Omega that can’t bond?

Why do I even bother with you? You’re just good for the reproduction camp. Maybe that way you can produce another dragonblood.

This is your last chance, mutt. If you fail again, I won’t be bothering with you anymore.

You feel anxiety creeping on your chest, heart jumping to your throat as the dark thoughts invade your mind. Last chance… your last chance at bonding. At proving you’re not useless and stupid. At serving your purpose as Omega. What was happening to you was fair. You deserve to be punished and you should be grateful you have one last chance after all your failures.

You just want to… to…

Tears prickle at your eyes and you breathe in deeply, trying to contain your distress and hugging your own tail, rubbing your face on the fluffy tip.

Whatever happens today, your fate is going to be sealed.

The nest room is nice.

Like the rest of the place, it is rather elegant, dimly lit with neutral colors and wooden walls, filled with pillows and blankets that had a very subtle flowery aroma to them. Small cabinets to one side with some decorative objects on top and a full-length mirror on the other side. So much different from the barren cold stone walls and tents from the desert camps.

“Hm, pretty fancy.” Master says taking off your collar, your soft unblemished neck now on display, free from any claim. “Now…” He pulls at your hair and you wince, whining and lowering your ears on a submissive display. He wouldn’t hurt you right? You have to look pretty. “The emperor will be here shortly. Make sure to do anything and everything he wants. And you better smile, I told you.”

“E-Emperor?” You pale, eyes widening.

He scoffs and pushes you back, you stumble back into the mess of pillows. “That’s right. I don’t know why but he was very adamant to see you it seems. Perhaps he just wants the prestige of owning the last known dragonblood, hm? Another novelty for his collection, I’m sure. You should consider yourself really lucky. So…” He flashes his Alpha fangs at you with a growl and you whimper again, cowering. “I would suggest you do your best and don’t disappoint this time, he’ll pay a pretty penny for you.”

And with that he leaves, muttering something and almost slamming the strange sliding door.

And so, you’re alone.

Immediately your brain goes into overdrive. An emperor? You had been presented to various Alphas of high status before, wealthy merchants and high-ranking tribe members, but this… this was probably a whole other level.

An emperor had to have an empress, right? Someone of noble birth and high status such as himself, not a lowly sand lizard like you, with weird ears, scales, horns and a tail. Why would he want to see an Omega like you? Perhaps Master was right, he intended to keep you as a trophy in his collection, another pretty thing.

It was humiliating.

But anything was better than being doomed to the reproduction camp…

Maybe the emperor had a harem? You’ve heard of them before, some Alphas liked to boast having many Omegas bound to them. Living in this luxury, not having to worry about much anything except looking pretty and pleasing him once a while. Hell, maybe he wouldn’t even pay attention to you, you’d be just a glorified pet.

You could… do that.

Without noticing, your tail starts swaying after you, this could be a chance. Your chance. You just had to make him like you. Forget the bond. Don’t think about it. All you have to do is please him.

You start frantically arranging the sheets and pillows around, building the comfiest nest you ever had with all the extra material, scenting it with excited happy pheromones. You could do it, this was your chance.

You won’t fail this time. You’ll be pretty, obedient, submissive, the ideal Omega. You’ll let him use you to his heart’s content, sure you may be a little sore but it’ll be worth it if he chooses you. He won’t even care about the bond.

…Right?

You jolt when you hear the door slide slightly open again, your heart leaps to your throat as someone walks in.

Oh.

Is… he the emperor? … He’s handsome.

To be fully honest, you expected some fat pompous middle-aged man not this… perfect specimen of an Alpha.

Your tail sways a little with curiosity.

He looks only slightly older than you, tall, wearing elegant robes in brown and golden hues. His eyes are like a sunset: golden, warm, almost glowing. A red liner accentuating them. Long chocolate hair faded to amber at the tips. His scent was earthy and pleasant, subtle unlike most Alpha musk. Almost comforting and… familiar?

He seems to stare back at you with the same surprise, frozen for a moment, eyes slightly wide, he says something you can’t quite hear and it shakes you out of the spell. You suddenly feel a little self-conscious, curling your tail around you, ears down and resisting the urge to brush (hide) the scales at the corners of your eyes.

It occurs to you that you’ve been just staring like an idiot, you don’t know very well how to address him, nor know his foreign tongue. So, you simply lower your head in respect. “My Lord…”

You suddenly feel nervous. This is it.

You turn around, following the motions ingrained in your brain. Body splayed on the nest, arms tucked in, head down. Submissive, obedient. Your hands are shaking, you feel dizzy, heart thrumming in your chest, blood rushing in your ears.

You lift your butt just slightly, tail curling elegantly over your back, out of the way to expose the flimsy fabric covering your privates, properly presenting to the Alpha. You focus on trying to control your pheromones, letting out just whiffs of a needy sensual scent, worried of mixing in your anxiety and fear and displeasing the emperor.

You had to be pretty, enticing, compliant, and he would, h-he would…

A rather awkward cough has you tense. “There is… no need for that.”

You blink for a moment, taken aback at the rich deep baritone of his voice, so hypnotizing you almost don’t register his words. He speaks common tongue, but still, what does he mean? Isn’t this just… standard protocol for bonding? Isn’t he going to mount you?

You dare peek over your shoulder and see him sitting elegantly over his knees at the floor. He’s outside of the nest range.

He’s also slightly pink at the cheeks and pointedly avoiding looking at you.

Is this a trap? Is he testing you to see if you’ll misbehave? Your hands clench, nails digging at your palms, your breathing and heart increasing pace.

“I just want to talk, I promise.” He tries.

You hold the position.

He sighs, and then-

“Omega, relax.”

You almost squeak at the Alpha command. His voice, his will, seeps into your skin, your nerves, your very bones. You feel your muscles loosen up, tension leaving your body like a bowstring snapping and you lie on the sheets sideways.

Right right right, you’re tense, you have to be soft and pliant-

You look over at him and he’s… heading over to the little cabinets. He picks up a kettle of some kind and little cups that sit on the top, moving around calmly and elegantly as he seems to prepare something. Your head tilts and you gingerly sit up straight. Tail and ears down, curled up not unlike a wounded animal.

“Do you speak the common tongue?”

“Y-Yes!” You nod. “A little…”

“Good.”

The emperor seems… pleasant, he is calm and unguarded, so different from the cold intimidating Alphas you’ve met who like to show off, who immediately order you around. He even used an Alpha command on you but it felt… grounding. There is something equally eerie and entrancing about him and you feel yourself as much drawn to him as terrified of his imposing aura, and you couldn’t explain why. It’s a bit unsettling but also comforting at the same time.

He pours two cups and turns to you. You stiffen and he offers you one.

“Qixing tea is one of the most refined Liyue teas. It tends to be very bitter but this blend has a more pleasant taste, a little floral even. It is also said to help relax one’s mind.”

You carefully take the cup, not wanting to insult such gracious offer, though you’re utterly confused, shouldn’t you be the one serving him?

The cup is warm.

You stare at the golden liquid, small black dots sit at the bottom. This has no alcohol… right? It can’t be worse than snake wine at least.

You carefully take a sip, trying to imitate how the emperor is holding his.

It is… nice, a strong sharp taste but not bad, and very aromatic.

He’s looking at you expectantly and your tail and ears twitch. “I-It’s very good. Thank you, my Lord.”

He smiles and your heart skips a beat. “I am glad. Some say Qixing tea is for older people, but it’s frankly one of my favorites.” He stares at his cup with a somewhat nostalgic gaze, as if it brings him fond memories. “Ah, you can address me as Morax.”

You nod quietly and take another sip. Past the tea’s powerful flowery scent, you can now sense his Alpha pheromones, with him being so close and the air less tense. They’re strong but not overwhelmingly so, sharp and tantalizing, a refined foreign scent you can almost taste in the back of your throat. It stirs something in you, something warm and alluring.

“Do you know where were you born? Who are your parents?”

The question takes you by surprise for a moment as you shake out of your thoughts. Ah, he must be inquiring about your dragonblood. “I-I’m…. I’m not sure, my Lo- um… L-Lord Morax. As far as I know my mother worked at a-a heat house… no one knew who my father was and she passed away when I was very young.”

“I see… so you have no idea where you got your dragon traits from.” It was a sentence rather than a question and you shake your head meekly, taking another sip from the tea, ears lowering back.

“Apparently it could be due to recessive genes.” You once again repeat the same words you’ve heard all your life. You hate bringing attention to your dragon features, people either treat you like a rare exotic creature or a dangerous one. You didn’t know which was worse.

“Hmmm…” Lord Morax seems pensive for a moment, also drinking some of the tea. “Have you been with your caretaker for long?”

You look down. “Master has been in charge of me ever since I… p-presented as an Omega.”

“Does he treat you well?”

Your eyes widen, the question catching you completely by surprise. T-Treat you well? You are… treated like any other slave omega, if only being singled out by your draconic traits. He feeds you, he gives you clothing and education, he arranges the best matches he can for bonding, he even got you here in the first place. You owe him everything, you’re nothing without him.

So then… Why do you find yourself thinking back on all the harsh words, all the punishments, all the screaming and crying, all the… t-touches…

You gulp. “M-Master ensures I have the best living conditions and opportunities I can.” Is what you settle for.

He hums.

There is silence for a moment and lord Morax settles down his cup.

“I don’t think you’re aware of how special you are.”

Just when you thought he couldn’t surprise you anymore, he utters those words and makes your heart speed up.

Is this anxiety? Fear?

“Judging from what your Master has told me, you’re treated like quite the novelty, an exotic half-blood not unlike the Valuka Shuna or Kätzlein. Here in Liyue however those with traits like yours are called Xiānshòu.” The foreign word rolls off his tongue. His golden eyes fix on you and you freeze. “Also known as illuminated beasts. With immense power and longevity, even the half-bloods. They’re well respected and looked up to, why, some are even revered as deities...”

You? Such a fantastic creature? That can’t be…

“Seems to me like things are different in the deserts of Sumeru, however.” His eyes narrow and for the first time you notice his diamond pupils. They look like a snake’s. The same eerie glint he had a few minutes ago is back darkening the bright golden eyes. Yet, for some strange reason you don’t feel scared this time.

A shiver travels down your spine as you feel your instincts purr in delight. Protective… for some reason lord Morax is being protective of you. You don’t know why or how but you can feel it and it made your inner Omega preen inside. An Alpha wanted to protect you, care for you.

“Such a shame.” He adds, sounding almost disappointed but there is something darker underneath. Word simmering with… frustration? “You are such a lovely dragoness, worthy of every praise and prayer they’d sign in your name here.”

You’re very glad your cup rests at your lap, blushing furiously with trembling hands.

For the next few moments, he continued to ask some more questions. What you like or dislike, what you do in your free time, even something as innocuous as your favorite color. Time seemed to stretch into infinity as you grew a little more comfortable with your answers and the whole situation, as though you weren’t talking to an emperor, or even a potential master or Alpha but rather… someone who saw you for who you are.

You liked that. You liked him.

You wanted to stay with him.

You wished to-

“Alright, I think that’s enough. I will have a talk with your Master and we’ll settle things.” He stands up and dusts his attire a little.

Your breath stops.

He is leaving.

He is leaving.

Did you do something wrong? Didn’t he say he liked your appearance? Are you such a failed disgraceful omega? Your last chance at bonding. You didn’t even get to impress him. You want to call out to him, do something, anything. Panic rises in your chest, drowning you, freezing you. You can barely think, instincts screaming, begging, wailing in despair for him. This kind Alpha, this gentle, patient, imposing, majestic Alpha who’s too good for you and yet something deep inside you yearns for him…!

“I am very glad to have met you little xiānshòu.” A small smile tugs at his lips. Then, he turns and heads for the sliding doors.

So, you do the first thing that comes to your mind.

The empty cup falls from your hands, your footsteps thump loudly on the wooden floors, soft fabric clenches between your fingers.

As soft as the lips you crash yours onto.

…

It only lasts a few seconds but when you back just a little, ears low and tail curled up in apprehension, you realize what you did.

You’d kissed him, you’d kissed the emperor.

You’re shaking like a leaf, clinging to him for dear life. He stares at you with wide surprised eyes but you’d rather die right here for your insolence than live the rest of your days in regret.

His scent takes on an alluring hint to it and your inner Omega is overjoyed. Up so close it is almost irresistible. His face remains impassive, if a little tense, but you can see in his eyes something you identify very well… hunger, desire.

“Lord Morax… t-the nest… please.”

“Y-You don’t have to-”

“Please! Allow me to please you, allow me to show you…how…” You whisper against his lips, leaning in again as your eyes flutter close.

And suddenly his hands wrap around you and pull you close, cupping your face, curling at your waist, there’s something possessive in it and you feel slight vibrations as he growls deep from his chest against your mouth. But there is also something sweet, something delicate…

And for once, you want more. You want this.

How did you end up here? In the most beautiful nest you’d ever constructed, with the most handsome, kind, caring Alpha you’d ever met?

His kisses are deep and slow, completely unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. You lie on the soft sheets as he looms over you, exploring your mouth with an unhurried pace, hungry yet not forceful, letting you timidly do the same at your own pace.

This is nice…

His hands run along your body, caressing your skin through your flimsy attire. His touch curious but gentle.

“May I?” He asks, tugging at the fabric off your shoulder.

You shiver, at his voice, as the pure want in it, in his eyes, in his scent.

“Y-yes my lord…”

“Hmm…” His kisses trail down your jaw down to your neck as he starts pulling the garments off. Careful, instead of simply ripping them apart, your heart skips a beat. “If we’re going to do this, you can use my name and not just titles…”

Your top falls off and goosebumps litter your skin, nipples pebbled as one of his hands cups your breast.

“M-Morax…” You try, shakily, as if testing out the word alone on your lips.

“No, little one. Zhongli. That is my name.” He kisses down your shoulders, nipping at the skin.

“Ah!” Your tail flickers around and you purr.

You take the initiative to kiss him this time, and your hands start roaming his foreign clothes, fumbling with knots and pawing at the fabric. He chuckles at your frustrated whine. You want more, more of this feeling, more of him. To touch his skin, cover him in kisses, worship him.

(Show him what a good Omega you can be.)

No…

You want to make him feel good and please him.

Elegant fabric falls down discarded as he shakes off the layers of his top and you blink surprised. The fabric was bulky and covered up his figure. Lean but muscled, tantalizing like honey. You immediately latch onto him, nosing, scenting, nipping and kissing, feeling the faint outline of his abs and muscles twitch under your touch. He smells so good, he feels so good…

Your Omega instincts are starting to cloud your senses more and more.

Suddenly one of his hands gently squeezes a soft breast and you moan at the sudden touch “O-Oh!”

“You’re sensitive here, do you like this?” He asks, massaging your chest.

You whimper and nod frantically, tail wagging behind you. You had never been this responsive to having your chest played with, though then again, it was rare… but his sensual touches were quickly undoing you. Wetness pools at your gut and you rub your legs together.

Lord Mor- Zhongli… leans down then and something wet flicks over your nipple making you gasp, before warmth surrounds your nub. You cry out even louder. He sucks and laps at it and you instinctively tangle your hands on his hard dark hair, your legs wrapping around his waist.

You groan again, too many layers on the way.

“C-clothes… off, please!”

“As you wish, my dear dragoness.”

He continues squeezing, kissing, caressing and lapping at your skin, leaving a couple of hickeys along the way and teasing his Alpha fangs against you as his attention descends through your body once more, continuing his trail of kisses along your hip. His fingers dip down the waistband of your mesh pants and when you raise your hips to help, he pulls them down.

You’ve been naked in front of others more times than you’d like to count. But there’s something oddly intimate and special about this situation right now.

Your ears lower in apprehension, and your tail flicks by your side, resisting the urge to cover up. Lying down with your legs slightly spread around him. Already flushed, sweaty and panting.

“…You’re gorgeous.”

Huh?!

“I’m so lucky to have found you.” Zhongli nips at your hip. “So lucky that you want me too.” He kisses at your inner thigh.

Your breath hitches.

You’re the lucky one. Completely overjoyed that this Alpha likes you, desires you.

The first touch at your core has you mewling.

Zhongli strokes at your folds, still gentle, finding you soaked as your slick coats his fingers. Your body jolts and you moan “A-Ah!” He smirks against your thigh and nips there again as his fingers move in circles, teasing, testing, before moving to your clit. A finger pad stroking it just so, making your whole frame tremble, like every nerve in your body is being stimulated.

“Mngh- please!”

His fingers travel between your folds. First one sliding in rather easily, pumping steadily as you shudder in pleasure, and then two, making you writhe, bucking your hips against the touch, pushing them deeper, chasing that feeling.

Your body feels hot, too hot. Every sensation blocked except that warm wet feeling down there, in your new heaven. Your hands claw at the sheets, a pleasant fog setting in and you can feel yourself slipping into your most primal needs. But oh, oh, not like this.

You want him. Need him.

“You- y-you! please my lord!”

Something snaps in the Alpha’s eyes and Zhongli growls. Golden eyes dark, swallowed by lust and need and you whine when his fingers leave you. You vaguely hear rustling noises and before you can protest again, he pulls you up back on his lap and oh…

He’s big.

His erection stands proud between your bodies, rubbing against you and you shuffle impatiently, nuzzling against him.

Yes, yes…

Zhongli helps positioning you, gives himself a few strokes, and you feel his cockhead kiss at your entrance, you whine and stare at him rather confused. “L-Like this? B-But I have never- This is n-not how-”

He kisses your forehead, your nose, and pecks at your lips. “I can imagine this is very different from how they’ve taught you Alphas mount Omegas, but I my dear, intend to make love to you.” He whispers, hot breath fanning your cheeks as he nuzzles you, so close, so intimate. Your heart hammering wildly in your chest. “Like this you will have more control. I want you to relax, enjoy, my sweet dragoness.” He kisses at your cheek, down your jaw to your neck. “May I?”

You can feel your eyes water. No one had ever told you that. No Alpha had ever been this patient or even asked your permission before. Words die on your throat as you stare mesmerized at Zhongli. Grateful. Incredulous. Completely enamored.

You nod, and he guides you down.

It’s different like this. So much different.

You bite your lip and whine a little once you start to move, his hands hold your hips as you raise them and sink back down on his cock, inch by delicious inch. You feel… full, but warm, good. Your insides clench around him and he groans.

Oh… you could get used to this…

“Hah… ah! … m-my lord... I’m…” You feel dizzy but in a good way, your body tingles all over and it’s exhilarating, addicting.

He leans forward a bit, nosing at your collarbone, soft kisses tickle your skin and he… he’s almost purring in delight, inhaling your scent. “I told you, you can just call me by my name... Would you let me hear it?”

You buck languidly on his embrace, enjoying this…sensual experience, these new feelings and sensations. His tender closeness, his intoxicating pheromones, his deep baritone.

Him.

“Zhongli…”

His name comes out as a needy cry and he growls, Alpha pride clearly satisfied. His hands roam your body just enough to shift position and pull you even closer, hips rolling in tandem, picking up speed, his fangs grazing your shoulder.

Your head is swimming in pleasure, fuzzy like stuffed with cotton, small little “Ah… ah… ah!” moans punched out of you. You’re vaguely aware of your nails digging onto his skin but you can’t even stop yourself, you need to hold onto something, anything.  

Even your tail subconsciously curls around his ankle (and he doesn’t even seem to mind), like every cell of your body is screaming at you to hold onto him and never let go.

Zhongli’s own breathing comes out in harsh puffs and satisfied groans as he buries himself in you over and over, the sound of skin slapping on skin becomes more prominent.

And then, he hits a spot that has you seeing stars.

Your eyes snap open (when had you closed them?) Back arching as if struck by lightning and letting out a high-pitched moan. H-How did he do that?! What was that? You don’t remember ever feeling like this in previous bonding attempts.

“M-more?” You mewl in delight.

Zhongli looks at you with a satisfied smirk and it only fuels the fire in your belly.

“Gladly.”

That same wonderful feeling travels up and down your body again and again as your moans and whimpers rise in volume, calling his name over and over. Zhongli kisses you, deep and passionate. Whispers praises and sweet nothings on your flickering dragon ears. Touches you so soft and reverently. Your body feels so hot, your mind going blank, you can feel the base of his cock swelling with his knot and the familiar coil of pleasure tightening as you anticipate it, crave it, more intense and satisfying than ever before.

And just as you reach that high, his fangs sink into you.

You come with a squeal, body tensing, clinging onto him, clenching on him as he lets out a deep satisfied groan, knotting you. Wet stickiness coats your insides and thighs. And everything feels right, just right. Perfect even.

It takes a moment to come back to your senses, and it’s to Zhongli’s hands rubbing circles at your back comfortingly, while he laps and kisses at the bonding mark he left on you.

And then the high comes crashing down.

The bonding mark.

Tears well up in your eyes and start rolling down your cheeks, your tail uncoiling from him and curling around yourself protectively, ears down.

Please no… this can’t be…

Please stay…

Please.

Zhongli immediately notices your distress, in your actions and your scent, completely different altogether. His own instincts going wild at the lack of a happy sated mate scent. “Darling, what’s wrong? I’m sorry did it hurt that much? Did I… harm you in some way or did something wrong?” Oh, he sounds so genuinely concerned.

You shake your head desperately. Of course he hasn’t.

But you will.

Your body will. Betray you as always.

No bonding mark has stayed in your neck for longer than a few minutes. They all fade.

Just like the alphas that place them in you.

And then comes the anger, the guilt, the disappointment, the despair, the loneliness…

You can’t take it. Not this time.

“S-stay… please…” You sob.

Your voice sounds so broken, so weak and tiny, absolutely heart wrenching.

And Zhongli embraces you.

“I will, my dearest dragoness. I promise you.” He kisses one of your horns.

You want to believe him but you can only cry harder…

The room is dark as your eyes flutter open. It takes a few minutes to adjust and for your mind to catch up. Where are you…? You look around at the wooden walls, nestled in comfy sheets, you see some wooden cabinets and a tea set-

…!!!

You jolt awake, tumbling some pillows from your fancy nest. Your last chance at bonding. The emperor. He was leaving, and then…!

You slap a hand against the junction between neck and shoulder and feel something there, a bandage… you try to stare at it confused, though it’s impossible from the angle. And then fear consumes you. What if… it’s not there…?

Your body is still naked, though you have been covered with a thick fabric while sleeping, as it now pools at your lap, your Omega scent and that of an Alpha mixed together pleasantly, you turn around.

The Emperor. Lord Morax. Zhongli.

He sleeps peacefully by your side, on your nest, after having mated you.

He stayed.

You stare at his handsome features, fair skin, dark long hair, strong jaw, muscled arms. His lips slightly parted as he breathes evenly. So at ease.

You want to reach out and brush at his hair, touch his face, kiss him.

You want this moment to last forever.

Looking up slightly you see the large mirror, see yourself. A tiny thing, with freaky ears, horns and a tail.

It was… good, while it lasted. Almost like a dream.

Tears start falling down your cheeks again and you try to be as silent as possible as you pull and lift at the bandage in your shoulder. And there underneath it is… something?

Your fingers trace a mark, a wound, it stings and you hiss.

No way. There is no way.

Hope flutters in your chest, your stomach flips and you feel dizzy, nervous. A bonding mark? Is it real? Is it still there?

You shuffle out of the nest as fast and stealthily as you can, standing in front of the mirror. Hair a mess, eyes wide, pale in fear.

And there it is. The clear mark of an Alpha bite, still rather tender. A claim. A bond.

You start sobbing as you trace it, touch it, feel it. It must have been hours, there is no way…

It’s there, it’s there, for real. You want to laugh, to cry, you’re still nervous, scared, hopeful, happy, a million things at once.

But how? Why now?

“Hnng… darling? Are you crying again?” You stiffen as you hear the voice, deep and hoarse, laced with drowsiness. You turn and see him sit up and yawn carelessly like a rishboland tiger. Elegant and intimidating like one too with his bright golden eyes, Alpha fangs and muscled figure. Still naked as well, you note.

“T-the bonding mark… it’s still there!” You exclaim to him, gesturing to it.

“You should let it heal nicely.”

“Y-You don’t get it!” You huff. “My Lord… it’s still there! I’m bonded, I’m yours!”

He chuckles. “Rather, I would say we belong to each other, now.”

Belong to each other.

That sounds nice.

You turn back to the mirror, still staring at it, poking it with a finger softly, as if afraid it’ll disappear, as if it was an illusion, a dream.

But it’s there.

“For years… for years I thought I was doing s-something wrong, that there was something… wrong… with me…” You cry softly. “No Alpha had even bonded me…”

Suddenly you feel strong arms curl around your frame, a chin resting at your shoulder where it kisses your skin, and then brushes over the mark. It stings but you welcome it.

It means it’s real, all of this is.

Zhongli inhales, taking in your scent. “Well you see my dear, a dragonblood… a xiānshòu like you, can only be truly bonded by one of its own kind.”

The words take a moment to process, to sit on your brain, and you frown confused, staring at him from the mirror. And then your eyes widen.

Golden antlers crown his head, majestic and almost glowing, small scales appear under his striking amber eyes, the color of burnt ocher. A large tail, even bigger than yours in golden and brown hues, sways lazily behind him, before finding yours and intertwining with it, the feel is foreign but not unwelcome. Like holding hands.

You turn around so fast you almost trip if it weren’t for his hold. The dragonblood features are still there, in plain sight.

Your throat feels dry.

“You… you’re…”

He raises a finger to his lips and shushes you, then smiles. “I am yours my dear. Just as you are now mine.”

You cling to him and hide your face on his chest as you cry. Overwhelmed, relieved.

Yes, this is where you belong.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

YEARNING || Masterlist

You're so far from home, and you don't even know it yet.

Tags/Warnings: Dragonblood!Prince!Jungkook, Human!Reader, Angst, fluff, romance, forbidden lovers, blood and violence, fantasy AU, eventual smut

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[serymn31]

Helaena x Aegon fic recs

As your resident helaegon writer, I compiled my all-time fave Helaegon fanfics, ones I've reread over and over, that gives us more than what the show had! Here is my list of beautiful fics with awesome writing that deserve love, kudos, and comments.

I love mostly all Helaegon fics though these are the ones I can remember on top of my head (in no particular order). I might post a part 2 as there are more.

𖤓 tilt the head of Jesus to place upon his crown by @thescorpioho Southern Gothic helaegon? I mean?! Poetic writing with religious and haunting imagery, it just stays and haunts my mind.

𖤓 Family Duty. by @liv000000 On Helaena and the burden of her duty, explores her relationships with her family and just does her character the justice she deserves.

𖤓 long nights, with your hands up in my hair. by alexander (shwishu) [E] THIS. This is the fic that singlehandedly converted me to this ship. It's sexy, dark, and hot as hell.

𖤓 Dragonblood by Aegon_the_King Modern AU Helaena and Aegon where he gets her pregnant and they have to deal with their family. The drama, romance, and caring for their kids is on point.

𖤓 Refuge in your arms by Aebi12 After the dance with Jace

𖤓 Wedding night fics: I'm his good girl, putting out for marriage by poppy_afterdark grind against your bones until our marrows mix by loonette sunburn in my eyes and my name on your bitch, yeah, she tatted by baqlawa So beautiful by Biggestscarinyourback

authors: anything by lullaeby, brutalizer, franzkafkagf, angelsarcophagus, and mindandsoulandstuff

Lastly, self-promoting my profile. I have only begun writing again this year and I'm a little rough but mostly I treat fic as practice to write a better thing next time ;)

[grimbluesins]

I HAVE AN AU!!!! WHAT

WILD KRATTS — SHAPESHIFTER AU

INTRODUCTION

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Even in a land of marvelous magic and technology, hatred, fear, and prejudice sweep through the people like a plague. The four major races— humans, elves, dwarves, and orcs— have established their own nations, leaving little to no land for anyone else. They discriminate against all of the other humanoid races and call them the “otherfolk” as a way to distance themselves from them.

These otherfolk include mammalians, avians, dragonblooded, reptilians, merfolk, and fey. There are many subraces of these larger umbrellas, but one of the rarest and most elusive races of otherfolk are the shapeshifters. They’re a very rare type of fey that can change their shape at will. When they’re born, they take on the form of their mother, and eventually give themselves a more permanent humanoid form as they continue growing.

However, this is not what the shape of their soul is, and they cannot feel whole until they find their “true form:” the living being that matches the shape of their soul. Every true form is unique to the shifter, and it usually takes a lifetime for a shifter to find their true form. One of their major drawbacks is being unable to turn into something they have never seen before. They must have a clear image or memory of the thing.

The true form quest is the greatest and most important endeavor for shapeshifters, but due to their treatment within society, taking on such a quest is monumentally difficult.

If a shapeshifter is discovered, different things will happen to them depending on what nation they’re found in. Humans will typically enslave or experiment on them, elves will often imprison or execute them, dwarves find them delectable, and orcs have little use for them outside of turning them into concubines or forcing them to become the tribe’s spies. Due to their awful treatment and reputation, many otherfolk shun them and they are considered the scum of the earth. Most shifters are too terrified to leave their secret fey colonies to ever fulfill their rite of passage.

Two shapeshifter brothers have just begun to set out on their true forms quest along with their adopted human cousin. They know it’ll be difficult and dangerous, and they’re optimistic, but they haven’t seen nothing yet.

[featherwurm]

Out of the Abyss crew* continues to be 100% normal about everything;

Ekata, our leonin paladin keeps getting eaten by everything (she's survived everything thus far). We think she may be into it. Ace, our harengon monk, as a prey animal, does not care for it one bit.

Althea, our dragonblood sorcerer/bard just really wants to find a nice lady who will give her the strap. It's not going well.

Althea much more importantly keeps watching her brother get KOed and cursed and this time petrified (by the Medusa who was supposed to be an 'easy' encounter - good thing she had so much magic missile in the tank). She's straight up not having a good time.

Bart has finally stopped turning colors as he's been un-cursed. The last one was a very unflattering beige.

Husnia, Bart's Dao patron, very much enjoys her lil blorbo. She's like "ah, the little trash man in the background, he is my favorite, he should have access to god-like powers because he will use them extremely poorly" Bart is just lucky she didn't somehow stick him in a HS AU or something.

Anyway we made it to the gnome city of (I can't remember the name**) so things are going ok.

*One of two D&D campaigns I'm in at the moment, I play Bart, a Kenku warlock. The other is Curse of Strahd where I play my beloved Simic Hybrid Barbarian, Vol.

**My DM has informed me it is "Blingdenstone"

[daikondog]

part of my dragonblood au

[ridreamir]

My grief addled heart wanting to draw parallels between Dagoth Ur and the Nerevarine to the Last Dragonborn and Nebarra... This is overly complicated I understand if you don't want to read it lol

Warning: Some Morrowind and Skyrim spoilers/ lore ahead, mumbo jumbo I'm sorry if I'm not making sense. Same for Nebarra's backstory but the spoilers are very vague.

Nebarra, descended from the true Aldmer, potentially mixed somewhere along the way with the last of the true Chimer.

(The Chimer: Dagoth Ur's and Nerevar's extinct race, closely descended from the Aldmer) that could account for Nebarra's so called 'racial impurities'. The irony there being he'd have a close genetic link to the original Aldmer that the modern Altmer wish to emulate. (The Chimer were cursed by the Daedric Prince Azura and are now modern day dark elves, but they used to look like Altmer with fair hair and skin.) His quest is rooted in Solstheim. Maybe his soul is called to the Heart of Lorhkan still. Maybe it still longs for their past lives in Morrowind. The Last Dragonborn, bloodline unclear or sullied in reincarnation like the Nerevarine. Given a bad lot in life. Always the toy of higher powers.

They are both ill-fated individuals, reincarnations. The Dragonborn containing the essence of 'divine' dragonblood. Perhaps Neverar was also a dragon-hearted individual, drawing parallels to the divine heart of Lorhkan that corrupted Dagoth Ur. Much to do with hearts which pump blood, and divinity.

Many mortal incarnations that come in times of great strife.

The previous outside lover that prevents the two souls from connecting, once Nerevar's wife the betrayer, then Nebarra's grief-stricken heart who lost his first love to a tragic death. Again the parallel of the broken and betrayed hearts. Big emphasis on hearts here.

The parallels aren't a perfect one to one but all the elements are there. Mortals desperately wishing to return to divinity. Reincarnation. Betrayal, death, obstacles. Man and Mer. Lorhkan as a good and evil force. A betrayer. A life giver.

The accursed realms of Mundus and themes of the dead rising to life. What if this has been the tragic love story (friendship? Longing?) of two souls fragmented from before the world of man and mer, meant to incarnate and find each other again and again? Aspects of the dead divines now incarnated to haunt the divine corpse of Lorhkan that is now the Earth they walk on?

Same seeds, different soil. Different times, different places. Same souls, different bodies. The horrific part about this is that they're always separated. Sometimes not even born together or surviving long enough to find one another. In the tragic one in a million chance they do, often they'll eventually have to wrench themselves from the other in order to fulfill a prophecy and sacrifice themselves by the will of the divines (or the daedric lords as their toy puppets.) The Aedra are dead. You are in spirit the whispers of their corrupted dream. In flesh, he as an Altmer is what has become of their blood. Two halves of the same coin. Mortality and Divinity.

I could really stetch this so far, but I see how I'm kind of dragging Nebarra out of his intended role. Just an AU thing I thought of. You could technically place anyone in his role but I wanted to write more Nebarra content lol

I could definitely write a quest that hints to past lives forgotton and the karma/shared fates of these two tortured beings as a romance storyline if we're being honest here. Big emphasis on broken hearts.

They are so sad and love each other your honor.

[kidheart]

Hi,

I'm kidheart. I've been back to writing fiction since 2018 after a long hiatus. I primarily write fics for Mighty Ducks the Animated Series and Dungeons and Dragons. Those at times overlap, because at the core of both I love to write for OTP, a thief named Duke, and a dragonblooded woman named Heart. Together they tackle different adventures, whether they are in the Mighty Ducks stories with their teammates, or in a party of adventurers made up by my friends or myself. At the center of every version are the two finding one another, learning to trust one another, falling in love, healing trauma, and fighting alongside one another. They often have different lifetimes or aus to explore different sorts of adventures and worlds. Still at the core, it's the two of them and allies they meet along the way. Lots of found family, uncovering magic, and lots of romance. Though due to the nature of the ravenloft setting in dnd, I also dabble with horror and overcoming it.

[saline-coelacanth]

Dragonblood Au Cryptor my beloved...

I had to kinda rush this a bit, but I really wanted to draw something for Loving Cryptor Day! I had to draw Dragonblood Cryptor because he's one of my favorite guys ever he's so fun.

[god-crazy]

I am craving for some angst so

After some time when daemon becomes the father of one of Aemond's children, how is the relationship between everyone involved?

Like does Aemond's relationship with Daemon change at all? Does it get better? Does it get worse?

How do children react to their mother's situation? Do they like their father? Does their father like them? And Aemond, tries to protect them because a child is the daughter of a hostage who lost the war and they were generated as a form of retribution,may suffer at the hands of the court?Or does he neglet them?Is he even allowed to get contact with them?

First of all, thank you for asking that! I'm so glad that there're someone who's taken an interest to my Omega Aemond AU🥹💞 (i'm not sure if you're the same person asking the last post? but thanks anyway!) Tbh I haven’t think about any of that at all lol. I was just out there daydreaming Aemond got gangbanged noncon looking super pretty... But since you mentioned, ideas just came up one after another(i spent the whole day thinking abt this ngl). And as usual, angst is life! >;) ❤️‍🔥So please, please, kindly bare with me, cuz this is gonna be quite LONG!

After some time when daemon becomes the father of one of Aemond's children, how is the relationship between everyone involved?

So first off, I think when a baby came out exactly Valyrian, nobody dares questioned the legitimacy. But Daemon just knew that that's his babe. In my headcracknon, Daemon is kind of obsessed with Valyrian blood, the pure dragonblood with silver hair and purple eyes at that. So he obviously delighted over the babe. I imagine Aemond gave birth to a girl, and Daemon absolutely fascinated at his daughter. Since he only had sons with Rhaenyra, a daughter is truly a blessing for him. But of course, his affection towards his daughter didn't reached to Aemond. I imagine Daemon just swoop the babe to Rhaenyra then both the queen and he pretended the babe was theirs. Completely cut Aemond out of the child's life right after she's out of the womb... As for Aemond, I think due to his omega instinct, he would have strong maternal instinct as well. each and every babes came out of him, Aemond naturally have some kind of bond to all of his children. So he weeped tremendously, crying for his children when they were taken away. But never crying in front of Daemon, not after their first daughter at least. Which leads to the second question regarding their relationship!

Aemond's relationship with Daemon change at all? Does it get better? Does it get worse?

I think regarding their relationship, Aemond hated Daemon and hated that he couldn’t truly hated Daemon.(its giving 10 things i hate abt u lol) For all those times Daemon could be the sweetest and cruelest, but he’s the only alpha Aemond could truly show his weakest and his darkest side in front of. For they are too similar as though they knew what the other thinks. But after he took away his daughter and other children, Aemond never cried in front of Daemon again. For this, I think Daemon wouldn’t admit he was a bit hurt that Aemond gave him a cold shoulder. He always took Aemond for granted and think Aemond nothing but a feral womb that needs to be tamed. But yeh, he sucks at feelings and he’s grown too used to the passive-aggressive and openly abusive towards the omega to feel ashamed to suddenly act all nice. But I think deep down he wanna say sorry after seeing what taking the babe away can done to Aemond, he kind of grow sympathy for the omega, he’s just an idiot when it comes to this lol.

How do children react to their mother's situation? Do they like their father? Does their father like them? And Aemond, tries to protect them because a child is of a hostage who lost the war and generated as a form of retribution,may suffer at the court?Or does he neglet them?Is he even allowed to get contact with them?

In my headcracknon, Aemond was never recognized as any of the children's mother. I repeated, NON. As of Daemon, I already mentioned at the above paragraphs that he would cut Aemond out of his children's lives. Eventhough Daemon came to regret later but man, that's too late! (I also think he would not let the omega raise his children anyway.) Aemond would be a stranger to them. But I think the Strong boys are a kind and sophisticated gentlemen that they would somehow..change.. certain perspcetive towards their uncle after he gave birth. As of Jace, he was officially bethroted to Baela, an alpha, and she's to be his queen consort in the future. So Aemond is like a spare womb for them. And when a child happened to have similar features with Jake, they were raised to call Baela mother, not Aemond. And Likewise with Luke. Though Jace still granted Aemond to raise his children until they weaned off. But I think he would catches some feelings for Aemond(pity?, ashame? or a more complicated feeling non dare say out loud? no one knows!;)), since his uncle looks madly attractive as a mother. But Jace won't admit that of course. He even let Aemond and a babe spend times outside of his chambers, Jace sometimes join his company, said that it's for the babe. Of course, these never happened before the omega gave them a child. While Luke, I think he'd often argued with Jace over the children since they have similar features and have no actual prove if they're his or Jace's. So he would use the chance to involved Aemond to the children's life.(and Jace secretly thankful for that) He couldn't openly stated Aemond as his children's mother, but he often acted as though. And he's the Queen's favorite son, even if Rhaenyra or the courts disapprove of his behavior towards Aemond, she couldn't truly punish him for such small matter. I think Aemond is quite grateful for Luke regarding this, for allowing him to at least spend some times with his chilldren, legitimized or not. Luke would not really like the way they taught the children to recognize Aemond as their bearer, not mother, but he couldn't disobey the queen either. Truth be told, but I didn't really think about the court's effects lol. But it's good that you pointed out! Cuz eventually there'll be some arguments over the children that were born from the enemy. So i kind of think that Rhaenyra would clearly declare what is the fate of Aemond Targaryen, which emphasized he a royal womb, nothing more nothing less. So he was forbade to involved in the children's life at all. But I think Aemond, though reluctant, would rather prefer the children legitimized as someone else's sires than his. They would be in safer if they were not legalized as his anyways. So regarding the courts, I think this would at least appease their irritations, since the other party is still of Targaryen blood after all. Regarding the children, I think when they were too young to digest politics, they definitely have bonds with Aemond and would reluctant to leave him. But they only ever spend times with Aemond before they knew how to read. That's the longest the queen allowed. All of them grew up with their father and legalized mother. But some children who've grown enough would came to know that their bearer is the one in danger who suffer at the hand of the court. Since Rhaenyra forbid any children to meet Aemond without chaperones(which are heavily instructed not to lead them to Aemond)or until they've come of ages. I guess Daemon's children might come to hate him IF they've grown to know the truth and be sympathetic and kindhearted enough to take pity for what their father did to their bearer. But alas, they're Targaryens, we could only hold our breath for how the coins will land. And I think Jace (or) Luke's children would be the ones to protect their bearer. I even guessed Luke's child would be the one declared Aemond their mother! since Luke's the one who tries every chances he's given to involved Aemond to his children's life. (By now you would've known who's my fav son-in-law lol😆)

Yep! that's all I could think of, for now! Always open up for new ideas or suggestions<3 I'm truly glad that you interest in my Omega Aemond AU! 😭✨💞Literally thrilled! if you have any other ideas to share please don't be shy! babygirl must be ✨legalized, ✨legitimized, and✨fetishized❤️‍🔥!

[misswynters]

Urban Ties

Aemond Targaryen x reader (modern au)

[WARNING: dark romance, obsession, yandere behavior, kissing, possessive, misspellings?

[synopsis: You are an artist and he is a sailor. He found a new adventure within you, becoming utterly obsessed and devoted to you.

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Part of the Dragonblood: Southside Series

song inspiration: The Hills by The Weeknd

The bustling city of Chicago was a world away from the serene coastal towns often romanticized in stories. Its skyline was a jagged silhouette against the horizon, and the waves of Lake Michigan crashed against the shore with relentless force. Amidst the city's chaos, your life as an artist thrived. Your small studio, tucked away in a corner of Wicker Park, was a sanctuary of creativity, filled with canvases depicting the urban landscape's raw beauty.

You first met Aemond Targaryen at a gallery opening downtown. The event was a significant one for you, as you were showcasing your latest series of paintings. The gallery buzzed with conversations, the clinking of glasses, and the murmured appreciation of art enthusiasts.

He stood out even in the eclectic crowd, his tall, lean frame and striking silver hair catching the light. His intense blue eye seemed to pierce through the air, while his eyepatch added a layer of mystery and danger. He was a sailor, or so he claimed, drawn to the city's shores by the call of adventure and the need to escape his past.

You were talking to a potential buyer when you felt his gaze on you. It was a sensation like no other, as if someone had reached into your very soul and grasped it tightly. You turned, and your eyes locked with his. The intensity in his gaze made your breath catch. He made his way towards you with a confidence that bordered on arrogance.

"Your work is mesmerizing," he said, his voice deep and smooth, sending shivers down your spine. "It captures the chaos and beauty of this city perfectly."

"Thank you," you replied, trying to maintain your composure. There was something about him that intrigued you, a magnetic pull that you couldn't ignore.

As the weeks went by, Aemond became a fixture in your life. He would visit your studio, watching you paint with an intensity that made you both nervous and excited. His presence was overwhelming, like the pressure of a storm building on the horizon. He was always there, his eyes following your every move, his touch lingering a little too long.

On a gloomy day, as you were finishing a painting, he stood close behind you, his breath warm against your neck. "I can't stop thinking about you," he confessed, his voice a mix of desire and obsession.

"You're all I see, all I want."

His words sent a thrill of fear and excitement through you. You knew there was a darkness to him, a possessiveness that bordered on dangerous, but you couldn't deny the pull you felt toward him.

"You don't even know me," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. You began to think how in the hell he got into your studio, then you remembered that you always left the door open.

"I know enough," he replied pulling you out of your thoughts as his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. "I know that you're mine."

Aemond's obsession grew with each passing day. He would call you multiple times, wanting to know where you were, who you were with, and what you were doing. His jealousy was fierce, and his temper even fiercer. Yet, there was a part of you that found his possessiveness intoxicating.

You knew it was wrong, but the intensity of his desire made you feel wanted in a way you had never experienced before. His touch was both gentle and commanding, his kisses both tender and demanding.

The next evening, after a particularly grueling day, you found yourself alone with him in your studio. The city lights filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the room. Aemond stood close, his gaze fixed on you as he spoke in a low, commanding tone.

"I can't stand the thought of you with anyone else," he said, his voice a growl.

"You belong to me."

Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, his hand cupping your face as he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was demanding, almost desperate, as if he were trying to claim you as his own. You responded with equal fervor, your body arching into him, craving his touch.

He pulled you closer, his hands roaming over your body with a possessive hunger. Your breath hitched as he pressed you against the wall, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. There was an intensity to his touch, a darkness that both thrilled and terrified you.

"You're mine," he whispered against your skin, his voice a growl. "No one else can have you."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the weight of his obsession settling over you like a heavy cloak. You knew this was more than just desire; it was a need, a compulsion that drove him to the edge. As the night wore on, you found yourself lost in his embrace, the world outside your studio fading away.

Aemond's touch was everywhere, his lips, his hands, his body pressing against yours with a fervor that left you breathless.

In the quiet moments between the waves of passion, you saw glimpses of the man beneath the obsession. There was a vulnerability to him, a depth of emotion that drew you in even further. You realized that, despite the darkness, there was a connection between you that couldn't be denied.

As dawn broke over the city, you lay tangled in Aemond's arms, your bodies entwined in a sensual embrace. The intensity of the night lingered in the air, a promise of more to come. You knew that being with Aemond was like riding a storm-dangerous and unpredictable—but you were willing to take the risk.

For better or worse, you were his, and he was yours. And in the heart of the city, amidst the chaos and noise, you found a love that was as dark and consuming as the urban tides.

Days turned into weeks, and the intensity of your relationship with Aemond only grew. His obsession with you became more apparent. He would show up at your studio unannounced, his presence both a comfort and a reminder of the dark edge to his affection.

"You've been painting a lot of male figures lately," he remarked one afternoon, his tone casual but his eyes sharp.

"They're just studies," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Nothing more."

"I don't like it," he said bluntly. "I don't like other men looking at you, even in your art."

You felt a pang of frustration. "Aemond, you can't control what I paint."

He moved closer, his gaze unwavering.

"I can, and I will. You belong to me, and I won't share you with anyone."

His words were a declaration, a vow that sent a shiver down your spine. You knew his possessiveness was unhealthy, but the intensity of his love made you feel alive in a way nothing else could.

The tipping point came one night when you decided to attend an art show alone. Aemond had been away on a trip, and you needed the space to clear your mind. The event was a chance to network and showcase your work, but it was also a temporary escape from his overwhelming presence.

The evening was going well until you felt a familiar gaze burning into your back. You turned to see Aemond standing in the doorway, his expression a storm of emotions. He crossed the room in long strides, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming here?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

"I needed some space," you replied, trying to keep your voice calm. "It's just an art show."

"It's never 'just' anything with you," he said, his hand gripping your arm. "You think you can hide from me? You think you can escape?"

His words were a mixture of accusation and desperation, his grip on your arm tightening. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a tense standoff.

"I'm not trying to escape," you said, your voice shaking. "I just needed some time alone."

"You don't get to decide that," he said, pulling you closer. "You're mine, and you'll always be mine."

That night, back at your apartment, the tension between you reached a boiling point. The argument was fierce, emotions running high as you both tried to assert control over a relationship that had become a battleground.

"I can't live like this," you said, tears streaming down your face. "I can't be with someone who tries to control every aspect of my life."

Aemond's expression softened for a moment, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through his hardened exterior.

"I don't want to lose you," he said quietly. "I can't lose you."

"Then you need to trust me," you replied, your voice trembling. "You need to let me have my own life, my own space."

He looked at you for a long moment, the intensity of his gaze softening. "I don't know if I can do that," he admitted.

"Then we'll never work," you said, feeling a pang of sorrow. "Love isn't about possession, Aemond. It's about trust and respect."

For a moment, it seemed like he might relent, like he might understand. But then his expression hardened again, and you knew that the darkness within him was too strong to overcome.

Despite the arguments and the possessiveness, you couldn’t deny the pull you felt toward Aemond. There was a part of you that craved his intensity, his dark, obsessive love. It was a dangerous dance, but one that you couldn’t seem to step away from.

One night, as you lay in his arms, you felt a sense of acceptance wash over you. This was your life now, for better or worse. Aemond’s love was fierce and consuming, and you knew that it would never change.

“Do you ever think about the future?” you asked softly, your head resting on his chest.

He was silent for a moment, his hand gently stroking your hair. “I think about you,” he said finally. “You’re my future.”

The words sent a shiver down your spine, a mixture of fear and desire. You knew that being with Aemond was like riding a storm—dangerous and unpredictable—but you were willing to take the risk.

For better or worse, you were his, and he was yours. And in the heart of the city, amidst the chaos and noise, you found a love that was as dark and consuming as the urban tides.

[a/n: I didn’t want to make every fic of mine with smut so here is one that is more on the less detailed sensual and intimate side

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So Cradle AU where the gang all time travels, I’m thinking that Lindon should split his core more than once. The problem there is, you then have a Core that’s double the size. So what do you do? Split it again. Now you have four Cores! What to do with them though, that is the question? My thought when gaining a third Core was definitely putting the Path Of The King’s Key in there via the hijinks and shenanigans of the combination of Lindon’s Box Of The King’s Key, Reigan Shen’s Remnant*, Sacred Valley’s Suppression Field, every single Spirit Seal in Sacred Valley. I think the Goldsign should be a white-gold lion’s tail, or maybe a pair of lion ears for scritches, and the Path has a truly excellent synergy with the Void Icon, so no loss there.

“But what about the fourth Core” I hear you cry! Worry not my dear audience that I’ve chained in the basement, there’s as solution! I went back and forth on this for quite some time, I initially wanted an unique Path based off the Path Of The Last Oath, where with the addition of Hunger Madra, Lindon could Consume from other people, and then replicate them Labyrinth style. However, I had an entirely different though. I still wanted Hunger Madra in there somewhere, so that meant either the Path Of The Hungry Deep, or a Dreadgod Cult Path.

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The Path Of The Hungry Deep is out, is just doesn’t fit Lindon at all and has no obvious or inobvious connection to the Void Icon, while adding not a great deal to Lindon’s combat style. Redmoon Hall has no specific Path (although adding a Blood Shadow to Lindon’s repertoire is an entirely different though we’ll come back to later). Abyssal Palace appears to have a standardised Path (although it remains unnamed), but it doesn’t seem like a good fit on a personal level (although replicating the principles of the omnidirectional Striker Technique could be useful), nor does it’s execution seem to fit with the Void Icon.

The Silent Servants are weird. They seems to have a standard Path rather than a standardised Path, and it’s not a requirement to travel it to join. But they all so something to gain a halo Goldsign except for the ones who don’t? I don’t know, the only Dreadgod Cult that gets a serious look in is Redmoon Hall, I’m working with scraps I tell ya! Anyway, we know for a fact that at least some of them have a halo as a Goldsign, and we know that at least one of them follows a Path based around the Silent King’s techniques, so you’d think they’d be perfect right? The illusions fit Lindon, it works as a homage to his clan (who don’t deserve it but anyway), the Dream Madra could even help Dross which is always a win! It’s perfect right? Actually I’d say not. Projecting illusions is more Dross’s schtick, and he does it really well. Having two illusion based systems seems redundant, and takes enemies’ precious Dream Aura/Madra into one of Lindon’s Cores and not to whom such tribute is owed. And that’s terrible.

So last but not least, the Stormcaller Sect. Now hear me out on this one. The only Dreadgod Cult with a somewhat explored, standardised Path, it’s a Path of Lightning and Hunger Madra. We don’t know enough about Abyssal Palace nor the Silent Servant’s Paths to say the same, but I feel as though it would have been mentioned if they also used Hunger Madra. It provides an excellent set of Techniques, including a Ruler Technique in Harbinger Of The Storm with good area control, something that both Twin Stars & Blackflame lack, and a long range version of the Consume Technique with the Dragonblood Thunderbolt (Striker/Forger). The additional unnamed Striker Technique that seems to replicate the Weeping Dragon’s breath attack is good as well, although we can only assume about the unknown unelaborated Enforcer Technique The Hunger Madra in the Path harmonises well with the consumption aspect of the Void Icon (as already proven) and the Lightning Madra could fit well with the destructive aspect of the Void Icon (along with Pure, Destruction & Fire Madras in Lindon’s other Cores).

In addition, it gives Lindon the greater potential to access a third Icon in addition to the Void and Hammer, the Dragon Icon. I think that considering how much Lindon builds ‘The Dragon Advances’ into his personal philosophy, it’s a reasonable fit. Plus I think it’s cool. It also gives us a nice parallel with Yerin on the drawing power from a Dreadgod Forged Technique.

*From the first time around

[bonny-kookoo]

Yoongi

𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 [Intro]

He's come to find his way into a place where he can feel some sense of belonging. He's joined this year's Festival to reconnect with what he thought he had to live without. But what he actually finds is worth so much more.

Main Tags/Warnings: Dragon!Yoongi, strangers to lovers/mates, mentions of folklore and traditions, modern fantasy, romance, Dragon!Reader, Evocation!AU

Length: didn't count sorry haha (mid)

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You're not sure what to make of Min Yoongi yet.

But granted, you've only just met yesterday, where he'd offered you his quiet company to not make you feel so left out. You'd been thankful for that- but you also don't know if that action had any sort of meaning behind it, or if he'd been just nice to you.

Maybe dragonbloods are just like that? You're not sure. You are one, sure- but you didn't grow up with any of it. Your parents didn't really care about their own heritage very much, didn't teach you anything, and only recently, you got to connect with someone who's also a dragonblood. She works in the same department that you do, though remotely from home just like you as well, and she's pretty much your polar opposite; Bubbly, loud, and most of all- confident and proud of herself. She wears her heart literally on her sleeve, and has been taking you under her wing ever since you joined the company.

You became friends because you both coincidentally lived in the same city, and after she found out about your situation- that you kind of wanted to learn more about your own heritage but didn't know how- she took on the job, and basically paid for your entire trip here, into the mountains, saying that you'd need to reconnect with it all more than anyone- whatever she meant with that.

But now you're just so lost, and you don't want to cling to her and make her babysit you. That would just be unfair- and you can just socialize on your own, right? How hard can it be?

Very hard. Especially with all those intimidating dragons around.

So you just stay by yourself again, nod Soyoon off because she deserves to be with her friends and family for these festivities.

It all looks pretty fun already.

Even though lots of wooden structures are still being constructed, the day is mostly spent catching up for most, it seems like. So you'll just take the time to explore a little instead, maybe get an idea of the area for yourself, to find some spots where you could recharge your introverted social battery a bit.

Suddenly, you feel eyes on you. And as you turn around, the red-haired man you now know as Min Yoongi looks at you again, with his cat-like eyes and a soft, small smile.

Soyoon had told you that she actually knows him- and that you shouldn't be alarmed by his sometimes stoic face or harsh sounding words. She'd told you that he's a bit grumpy sometimes, but mostly a sweetheart with a severe case of resting-bitch-face, and that his dragonblood is just extremely strong, influencing a lot of his behavior and making him act a lot more on instincts than someone else would.

She'd also told you last night that he doesn't have a relationship currently. And that even his action of sitting next to you, and sharing some food with you, was something new, because he typically doesn't really make the first step towards anyone, rather waits until he's approached instead. It made you feel a little complimented to hear that- but at the same time, maybe he simply thought of you as pitiful.

So you turn back around after waving at him a bit awkwardly, instead deciding to watch the people constructing the wooden stages and booths. Though you can hear steps towards you only moments later, Yoongi appearing standing next to your bench with respectful distance. "Is it okay if I sit here?" He asks you, and you nod right away, scooting over a bit. "Thank you." He offers, and again, you just nod quietly.

This is awkward. He looks so good, seems so.. comfortably confident. His sweater looks awfully soft, and his posture is way more relaxed than yours.

"Soyoon told me it's your first time here." He says, not looking at you, probably not to make you any more nervous than you actually are. He seems really good at reading people, you notice. Maybe he can sense it, somehow.

"I think.. I don't know. I wanted to maybe try and re-connect with.. all of this." You shrug to yourself, looking at your feet. "I.. kind of want to belong somewhere. But it feels like I missed the chance long ago and now I can't." You sigh, watching how two people laugh together as they work.

"It can be intimidating to join a new group of people. Especially if you're not used to actively socializing." he comforts you, leaning back a little as he greets a young man with a nod. "But it's not too late at all." He tells you. "You've already made the first step by coming here. I'm sure you'll be fine." He reassures, and you nod after a moment, silence falling over the two of you for a good little while. But it's not truly uncomfortable - it's a simple company without actually needing any words.

And he doesn't seem to mind it either.

And suddenly, just as you've started to relax next to him, he speaks again. "Would you like to spend this festival with me?" He asks, now actually looking to the side at you.

Internally, you have to disagree with Soyoon on his alleged angry resting face now that you look at him; he looks nothing but kind to you, even without a clear smile on his face. He rather looks comfortable and relaxed than mad, really, so his gaze also doesn't intimidate you at all, giving you no problem with eye contact.

"Would you.. would you like to?" You ask instead, and he chuckles, corners of his lips now tilting up a little.

"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't interested." He teases a little, and you can't help but smile now as well.

"Okay." You say because of that, making his smile turn a little bit wider, eyes warm as they rest on you. "...what does that mean?" You meekly wonder, and he laughs to himself, before he shrugs towards you.

"Guess we'll have to find out, hm?" He teases again, and you can feel your cheeks heat up.

Min Yoongi truly seems to be a charming dragon, a fire burning hot under his skin-

And it's starting to heat up yours too, without any need for physical touch at all.

What have you gotten yourself into?