#h: drago

[crystalflygeo]

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

cw/tags: This chapter has no smut but still contains highly suggestive themes and sexual implications. Mentions of slavery and past sexual abuse on fem!reader, A/B/O dynamics and heat mentions. fem!reader suffers with self-worth and bad memories, including past insults and abuse.

notes: After so long finally part 2!! EEEEEEEE I am so excited but also so nervous pls ;w; like if you want the first part can be read as a standalone and have a "happy ending" but now I am committed to the emotional roller coaster, A/B/O dynamics and LONG BURN PINING so yep >:3c hope this does justice to everyone's expectation tho. And hope you like it and accompany me on this tale hehe

As a lil sidenote brackets [] now indicate past actions/words and bad memories, regular italics for emphasis, inner thoughts or the little pinyin I sprinkled here (which btw is taken straight from genshin wiki so...).

<- Part 1 Part 3 ->

Being precious all of the sudden was… different.

Your hand subconsciously kept touching your bonding mark, as if to make sure it was still there, to soothe you.

After a quick meal just between Zhongli and you, consisting of some soft rice buns and delicious minced meat packaged inside a crispy pastry shell, you were then offered some new clothes. It was much more elaborate and certainly more layered than anything you’d worn before: a long skirt and flowy sleeves in a silky soft fabric, beautifully embroidered and hastily modified to make a hole for your tail to slip out. A sash keeping everything in place while accentuating your figure. You immediately loved it although it felt a little heavy and restricting.

Now, you quietly follow Zhongli as he leads you around the palace. He’s back to his former fully-human appearance, wearing an elegant attire, and everywhere you go, people bow at him and cast curious silent glances at you. It was rather unnerving.

It’s fine, you are used to being stared at, judged. You hold your tail up close for comfort.

The place is huge and you quickly get lost trying to map it out in your head, simply following along until you reach a large room with a few simple beds scattered around. Bookcases and cabinets stacked the walls, filled with all sorts of books, papers, jars and things. A pungent smell present in the air.

A green-haired man leans over a desk, glasses perched on his nose as he frantically scribbles some notes. What seems like powders and plants litter the space around him, along with a few more glass containers, incense, and a tea set with a steaming fresh cup.

“Baizhu.” Zhongli’s voice calls and you stiffen a little, hearing it again after a while of silence. It is still warm and deep but with a more reserved and regal tone like when he first met you.

The green-haired man (a Beta, you recognize) looks up and blinks in surprise, then smiles brightly and says some words you do not understand, you shuffle in place.

“Yes, this is her.” Zhongli replies. “I will ask you to speak in in common tongue so she can understand as well, I don’t want to unnecessarily unnerve her.”

Well, that is… very considerate. It eases you a little.

“Of course, your majesty.” He turns to you, his eyes were a bright amber, also with slitted pupils. Was it common in liyuens? “My name is Baizhu, the royal doctor and apothecary, pleased to meet you, empress.”

Empress?!

“E-Empress?!” You can’t help but blurt out.

“Why of courssse.” A high-pitched voice hisses and you almost jump when a white snake peaks her head from her coils at the desk, staring up at you. “You’re mated to hisss majesssty the emperor, sssso, it would be underssstood you’re now the empresssss.” Her split tongue flickers.

Baizhu chuckles. “Changsheng, be nice.”

You don’t know what to answer, mostly because you’re still reeling from the fact that you’re apparently now an empress, and because there’s a talking snake.

Liyue is weird…

“I decided to bring her here exactly because of that.” Zhongli turns to you and suddenly holds one of your hands, softly, staring at you with such affection it makes you melt. “Darling, would you let him check your bonding mark for a moment?”

You’re a little nervous, but it is not like you can refuse… right? You nod quietly.

Baizhu approaches and examines your neck and you fight the urge not to flinch or growl. No Omega likes it when a stranger is so close to such a sensitive spot. He hums and tilts his head but doesn’t touch you. “It seems it’s already healed due to her illuminated beast blood but the scar is present. I’d say the bond has been properly established, congratulations your majesty.” He smiles warmly.

A grateful bubbly feeling creeps up your chest. Properly established. So, it’s true.

You feel Zhongli’s hand squeeze yours lightly and look down at it, then back up at him. “Thank you, Baizhu. I will not keep you any longer. We still have a lot to do and I’m sure you do as well.”

Baizhu bows at him (at both of you, you realize) and then you’re on your way. Not before hearing the snake’s hissy whispers again

“A fine yin, hm…?”

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This is… your new home.

Zhongli shows you around some of the areas in what he called the “inner court” of the palace complex. Everything is so… large and open and lavish it has your head spinning, your eyes darting in every direction trying to take in all at once, walking fast on your new clothes. He guides you along the dining hall, a small temple, crosses through an enormous main hall where he explains audiences are held, and then a gorgeous outer garden that completely takes your breath away.

The wooden gilded architecture in golds and reds, the fresh wind and gentle sun. All sorts of new sounds and smells. The painted walls and high ceilings. The new plants and flowers. The chatters in a different language… everything is so distinct from the desert.

You soak in the new environment. Inhaling deeply.

It is both terrifying and exhilarating.

Finally, he guides you to another room, it looks similar to the nest room where you’d first been at, but larger. It is sparsely decorated with a large and comfy looking-bed, a desk, mirror and a small table with a couple chairs and a tea set. It smells nice enough.

You peek up at Zhongli.

“This will be your room.” He explains.

…What?

“We kept it simple for now but you are, of course, free to furnish and decorate it however you’d like. It’s close to my own room and anything you might need.”

Wait what?

Your ears lower down and you seem to deflate a little, disappointed. “H-Huh? But… I-I won’t be sleeping with you?” You ask softly.

Mated pairs sleep together, don’t they? They share living chambers and mix their scents together to symbolize their union. That’s what you’ve always been told. You are to always be near your Alpha, at his beck and call, warm up his bed and be ready to please.

Maybe things are different in Liyue? Or maybe it’s because he’s an emperor. Master didn’t tell you anything, so maybe you are just making a fool of yourself right now on your-

Zhongli clears his throat and looks at you a little surprised “I simply thought you’d be more comfortable having your own space, we… don’t really know each other very well yet, and I wouldn’t want to impose.”

Impose? As in order? But he’s your Alpha! “B-But I want to! Please! I-I mean… I thought that since we’re b-bonded…” You mumble shyly.

His cheeks turn a little pink, you like when that happens, he looks a lot less serious. He cups your cheek and you inhale looking up at those gorgeous golden eyes. “My dear dragoness. I don’t want you to feel forced to do anything you don’t want to. I know you were raised… differently, I cannot claim to understand your experiences, but listen to me: you are safe here.” He says the last part slowly, enunciating each word. “No one will scold you or punish you, least of all me. I want you to be free to speak and choose what you want.” He sighs. “Though I know it’ll be difficult...”

Furnish, impose, free… you don’t know any of those words.

But no punishment, to choose what you want, to be safe… it sounds surreal even.

What do you want?

His eyes soften at your nervous silence. “Let’s try this… do you really want to share my room, or would you like to stay here? I won’t be upset if you do.”

“I…” Your tail curls around you. “I want to stay with you. Sleep together. Like mates.” You mumble.

“Then it would be my honor, however, this room will stay ready if you change your mind, alright?” You glance around at the room again, and nod. “Now that that is settled, I have one last thing to do. I need to introduce you to a few very special people before I leave to-”

“Leave?!”

You didn’t mean to yelp like that.

“J-just to do my duties, I am not leaving you, I promise.” He corrects, a little taken aback. “I am sorry my dear, but as much as I’d like to spend every moment by your side right now, I have a few pressing matters to tend to. I know you’re nervous, everything is new and scary and overwhelming but I promise I’ll leave you in good hands and be back as soon as I can.”

You nod, now feeling a little embarrassed at the whole ordeal. You’d been feeling so at ease with his presence, showing you around, listening to his voice name and explain everything you saw that you’d almost forgotten. “You’re the emperor, I’m sure you’re very busy. No need to worry about me, I’ll behave, my lord.”

He frowns a little at that but says nothing, and you choose to say nothing else either.

Going back to the main hall, you immediately spot three people lined up looking at you with a mix of the already expected curiosity and excitement. One of them in particular immediately catches your attention, he’s an Alpha and you can’t help but feel a little nervous…

“Allow me to introduce you, these three are my most loyal and closest council members: Ping, Ganyu and Xiao.” Zhongli gestures at them and all three bow lightly. “Like you and I they all have the blood of xiānshòu, and you can ask them for anything should you need help or have questions. I hope you learn to trust them and feel at ease.”

You nod quietly, still a bit fixated on the other Alpha.

“Xiao, or general Alatus, is one of Liyue’s strongest, most resilient and skilled warriors. He usually keeps guard at the palace to ensure my wellbeing and now yours as well, if you ever feel danger call out his name and he’ll come.”

Ah, did they notice you were staring…?

With a gesture of his hand Xiao manifests a gorgeous Jade spear, crystalline green shards reflecting light as he taps it by his side, standing firm, you flinch in surprise. “My spear shall now serve you too, empress.” His eyes too are golden and sharp, filled with a certain rigidness and determination you can’t quite put your finger on.

“Thank you, Xiao, dismissed.”

Xiao hums quietly and promptly disappears in a burst of black and green smoke, you stand there a little startled, your hand clings to the brown fabric of Zhongli’s sleeve.

“He might be an Alpha as well, but I promise you he’ll cause you no harm.” Your alpha murmurs softly towards you.

“O-okay…” You squeak, a bit embarrassed.

“Ganyu here is one of the most reliable people in the palace, perhaps the entirety of Liyue. Everything of importance reaches her ears and passes through her eyes. She’s able to organize meetings, events, report, compile information and assist every negotiation and decision of this palace with stunning efficiency. She too will help you with anything you need and might be in charge of a little logistics regarding you settling in for the next few days.” Zhongli smiles.

The young woman with long blue hair and… horns? chuckles and blushes a little. “Your majesty, you're too kind, I merely love doing my job.” She puts her hands together and beams at you, sunset eyes bright. “I’m so honored to meet you, rest assured I’ll take care of anything you need. I hope you feel comfortable and welcome at the palace!”

That sounded like a lot. You weren’t used to people coddling you like this. You didn’t want to give anyone trouble or work. “T-that’s alright, thank you.”

“Now, Ping is probably going to spend the most time with you, she’s very knowledgeable in culture, history and the inner workings of the palace amongst other things. She has graciously offered to teach you liyuen and anything else you’d be interested in.”

Unlike the other two Ping has a certain calm aura to her, contrasting Xiao’s seriousness and Ganyu’s excited energy. You can tell she’s a gentle old soul as she approaches you with a soft wrinkled smile and graying hair.

“Don’t worry young empress, while Lord Morax here is regrettably busy with a work-packed schedule,” She gives him a playful side stare “You and I will have some fun. I’m sure we’ll get along just fine.” She takes your hand and pats it comfortingly. It’s kind of an awkward gesture for you, but you still welcome the warmth and good intentions.

Zhongli chuckles quietly. “In that case, I’ll leave you in her care and see you at night for dinner, alright?” He seems to hesitate for a moment but then cups your face in his hands and places a soft kiss at your forehead. The unexpected gesture has you blushing scarlet and your heart speeding up like crazy. His thumb brushes at the scales under your eyes, so affectionate in the smallest ways… “I know it’s not ideal, but it’ll be fine, yes?”

You stare at his golden eyes, the red lines, his handsome face framed with dark hair, his serene smile.

You don’t like this. You don’t want him to leave. The idea makes you uncomfortable.

But it’s not like you can say no.

You nod.

“Thank you, Ping.” Both of them exchange a glance and then he turns to the blue-haired woman still in the room. “Ganyu, if you will.”    

“Right away your majesty!” She scurries after him, talking quickly in foreign tongue while both walk away.

You stare after him for a moment longer.

“It’s a little difficult, isn’t it?”

You quickly turn back to Ping and then look down, ears folding back.

She laughs softly. “No need to be ashamed dear, it is understandable that you are unsure with all this, it’s a lot of changes for such a short time and you bond is still fresh, but let’s take it easy.”

Your hand brushes at Zhongli’s bonding mark again. “O-Okay…”

“Are you hungry? Tired? Perhaps you want to rest a little?”

You want to scurry away to your mate’s room and curl up there, that’s what you want, but…

“Um, aren’t you… going to train me?”

Ping blinks a little taken aback “Train? Oh! Teach?”

Same thing.

“Well, yes. I did offer, but only if you’re feeling up to it young empress. You can take your time, we don’t have to start right away. And like I said, take it easy, it's only your second day here.” She explains. “You won’t be absorbing any information if you are uncomfortable and jittery like this.”

“S-sorry-”

“No need to apologize at all. Now tell me, is there anything you’ve seen or heard today that you’re curious about, anything you want to do?”

What you want…

You think back a few hours earlier. The infirmary, the small temple, the grand hall, and…

“The garden.” You speak. “Can we go outside and see?”

Ping smiles brightly. “Of course! I’m sure there are a lot of things there that will catch your interest and cheer you up.”

Your tail sways a little after you as you follow the old lady along the corridors.

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The garden is breathtaking.

More than a garden it feels like a whole different world. Bright and exciting and colorful, full of life. It reminds you of an Oasis, but just… more!

A grand pond with multicolored fishes and a couple of turtles sunbathing. Walk paths made of stone, plants everywhere you see: in trees with vibrant yellows, oranges and all shades of greens, in flowers with soft colors and small petals, in thick bushes. The light filters through the leaves and there’s the soft tweets of small birds.

“It’s… so pretty!” You exclaim happily.

“I’m glad you think so. Gardens like this are carefully cared for and preserved to impress, but they also represent beauty, abundance a sense of harmony.” Ping explains as she is now the one following after you, skipping along the path. “These trees you see are sandbearers, and that one is a ginkgo tree, you can tell the difference by the shapes of their leaves.” She points at each one and you follow with your gaze, picking a small leaf from the floor, golden and fan-shaped.

“Ooh…”

“See those smaller fishes? They’re goldfishes. The bigger ones are kois.” She gestures at the animals freely swimming around. Some of them are huge!

“What do they eat?” You blurt out.

“Well, usually algae and wheat. We can get some another day and you can feed them.”

“Really?!”

“Of course.”

“Oh! Is that a koi too? It’s so… long and pretty.”

“Ah, that one is a golden koi. Lord Morax has a few of them here. They are also called Jīnchì Jiǎlóng or ‘false dragons’ you know? For the small horns and long bodies. They do resemble your tail a little, don’t they?”

You move your tail forward and stare at it, then stare at the serpentine fish.     

“Yes, sort of… Jin chi… jia long.” You mumble.

“Here, I think you’ll like these ones. Come with me.” You eagerly follow after Ping as she rounds the pond and guides you towards a few red bushes. They’re dotted with pink round flowers. “These are silk flowers, Nícháng-huā, usually harvested to make clothes, but there are many special ornamental variants and between us both, your dear mate has a weak spot for these so he has quite the collection.” She chuckles.

“Orna…metal?”

“Ornamental, it means mostly for decoration.”

“Oh!” Suddenly you feel dumb, you’d thought for a second that was a liyuen word too. “I’m sorry… I don’t even know common tongue very well.” How could you even expect to learn liyuen?

“No worries, dear, learning a new language is a daunting task, it takes a bit of work every day. If you keep learning, using and practicing words, you’ll get there.”

You smiled softly. Ping was so… patient and supportive.

So much different from…

[You have to try harder.]

[Tch that is not good enough.]

[Are you stupid?!]

[Useless omega.]

You looked at the budding silk flowers and blinked. Once. Twice. Why was your vision blurry now? What was this feeling?

“Oh, oh young empress please don’t cry. It’s alright” Ping’s alarmed remark helps you understand. She fusses over you. “Are you ok?”

You wipe at your tears and smile, a genuine bright smile.

“I’m fine.”

And this time, you truly mean it.

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After a rather fancy bath (the kind of like you used to take before being presented to Alphas, with bubbles and scented oils...) and a good dinner Zhongli and you headed over for his chambers for the night. You couldn’t help but be a little… nervous.

This is stupid. He’s your Alpha.

He’s been nothing but kind to you.

What if he wants to… d-do things?

Then you’ll do it. He’s your mate. It’s your obligation.

You were the one who chose this anyway.

Your heartbeat was loud in your ears, anxiety creeping up your chest. Were your fingers trembling? Was the room suddenly cold?

As expected, the bedroom was quite matching his style. Golds, browns and a bit of red and black here and there. Dragon imagery adorning some of the walls, a tea cabinet with a small table and shelves filled with all sorts of trinkets from precious stones and books to a beautiful fan and a tea set.

And then there was the bed.

A large canopy bed, enough to probably have your body and tail fully stretched across and still fit in the mattress, beautifully decorated and filled with fabrics and pillows.

The scent of Zhongli’s Alpha pheromones was definitely strong.

He yawns and runs a hand along his forehead, combing along his hair before pulling out the clip on it, letting his long dark locks spill free. He takes off his robe revealing his naked torso and you jolt.

It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s fine.           

You undress as well into your light sleeping clothes and gingerly slip into his bed, curling up around his pillows, surrounded by his scent.

His.

You are his.

It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine-

“Darling, is everything alright? Are you uncomfortable?” He asks concerned, climbing on the bed as well and reaching out to touch your arm. You squeak. “You’re… terrified, what’s wrong?” Then Zhongli’s eyes widen a little. “Oh. The scent… I completely overlooked that, my apologies. Is it too strong? Are you ok? Should have given you some things earlier for you to scent and include them here. This is no good…” He rambles a bit to himself as he sits up and crosses his arms thoughtfully.

You stare at him, anxiety still surging through your veins but now mixed in with confusion.

“Would you like to sleep in the other room we prepared for you instead?” He sighs.

“I… t-this is… you… would just let me leave?”

Zhongli tilts his head slightly, now he looks confused.

“I promised you that the room would be available-”

“So, you don’t want to mate?”

Silence.

He stares at you for a moment as you grip at the bedsheets, still tense.

His eyes widen as realization settles in.

Ah. The pink dusting in his cheeks is back.

“Y-You thought that… no! My dear, no, no, no…” He coughs into his fist awkwardly. “I apologize if I gave you the wrong idea. A-As I said before I want you to be comfortable and feel safe. No Alpha will force you to do anything you don’t want. Not even me. And you don’t have to feel forced to do things you don’t want to, either.”

You look down. Although you feel slightly more relieved.

“I want to stay here. A-and if you want to, I’ll service you, my lord. I was just… nervous, sorry.”

“I assure you there is no need for any of that.” He says softly. “Here.”

He pulls the covers and slips them over you both, lying down facing you but still keeping a little distance. You do the same, curled up face to face with him.

He’s so effortlessly handsome.

And kind.

And you like him.

But he’s still an Alpha.

“Is this alright? We’re just going to sleep, I promise.” He brushes some hair away from your face.

You nod.

“Is there… anything you want to talk about or ask me?”

You... don’t know.

You shake your head.

“Hmmm. Want to share about your day? What were you up to with Ping?” He gives you a playful smile. Suddenly he feels less like an imposing strict emperor, or like a scary Alpha. He’s just your Zhongli.

“She… showed me the garden. I wanted to see.”

“Ah, the royal garden has many fascinating sights and it’s a beautiful landscape to retreat to and ease one’s mind. I had the feeling you’d be interested.”

“There were so many beautiful things. She taught me about the silk flowers, nícháng-huā. And all the trees and fishes and birds.”

“Oh? Are these your first words in liyuen, my dear?”

You giggle. “I… suppose they are. She also showed me your turtles Jiàn and Fù and told me what their names mean, they are so cute. Oh! And we saw the liúlí bah… bai… bǎihé! I sang to them and they bloomed! It was... amazing.”

“I see. Not everyone can achieve that, I’ll admit I’m quite hopeless at singing.” He chuckles “What more did you learn?”

Feeling much more content and at ease you continue retelling all the new things you had experienced and the vocabulary you had learned including how to introduce yourself and some greetings and basic words. Talking for what felt like hours until weariness and sleep claimed you both.

Zhongli simply listened and stared at you, captivated. He seemed content as well.

It made you happy.

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For the next couple of months, you established a sort of routine.

You’d wake up early alongside Zhongli, even though you didn’t need to, you simply enjoyed having some morning tea and breakfast with him. Afterwards he’d go tend to some of his official duties and you’d stay with Ping Lǎolao, learning more and more each day. By now you could even follow some basic conversation (provided the other person didn’t speak too fast) although reading and writing was still extremely difficult.

You’d expressed interest in some gardening and even headed to the kitchens to prepare some food by yourself. The maids claimed there was no need for the empress to do such ‘menial tasks’ but as an Omega you pride yourself in certain things, and cooking for your Alpha was something you’d yearned to do.

You were overjoyed when Zhongli praised your Jade parcels.

You’d always have lunch with him and some days he’d accompany you for a stroll or you’d stay at his study for some leisure time, or even at some meetings. It had been a little unnerving at first but you also knew it was important to know others and be known in the council, as well as understand Liyue outside of the palace walls. After all, you are an empress now.

At night, you slept close to him. The initial awkwardness of sleeping at opposite sides of the bed soon traded for a much cuddlier approach, often with you curled up to Zhongli’s chest or him spooning you, tails often intertwined together. The bed and the entire room now have a mix of your combined scents, like true mates.

And so, life was good…

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You’re slowly pulled out of your sleep as Zhongli stirs in the bed. You grumble a little and yawn, already missing his warmth. It was so pleasant…

“Good morning, my dear dragoness.”

“Morning…” You mumble, not opening your eyes and instead blindly reaching for his pillow to hug and cling to. “Can we stay for longer?” You whine.

“You definitely can, but I have to go.” He kisses your forehead “Rest, my dear.”

You pout but say nothing. Squeezing at the pillow and burying your face in it.

It smells so good…

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“Hmm… is it warmer today?” You wonder aloud as the maids help you up with the layers of your hanfu. The clothes still hot and heavy in contrast to what you used to wear at the desert, but today seemingly more so… the sash feels more constricting than usual. “I-I think I’d like to wear something a little lighter… if possible.”

“Of course, your majesty, no problem.”

You smile at them, grateful.

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Sitting at Zhongli’s study room you practice some basic liyuen calligraphy while he seemingly goes over some important documents. The silence is comfortable and a warm cup of Qixing tea steams at both desks. Yet, something keeps bothering you.

You huff lightly, scratching and picking at the scales of your tail, irritated with the uncomfortable feeling. Why is it so itchy? A couple of them fall off, revealing new glossy ones underneath.

“Ah…” So that means…

You stop for a moment. The feverish feeling, scents being stronger on your nose, the urge to nest and cling to your mate.

Hmm… part of you is a little excited. And yet, there is fear.

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“You have quite the appetite today, dear. Eat slowly, the food won’t go anywhere.” Ping chuckles as you practically pick a little of every dish while still trying to keep some modicum of elegance. Chopsticks weren’t that easy after all.

“Yes… I think… I think it’s my pre-heat hormones.” You sigh before munching on a shrimp ball.

Your heat…

Your first heat with Zhongli. With any Alpha to be honest. You’d always had to endure them on your own (Master couldn’t have you get pregnant) and they were excruciating and debilitating, crying out for days with your skin burning and itching, trying to sate yourself with your fingers and humping pillows. But now… you’re happily bonded.

Would it… feel good again?

Like, that first time you two mated…

You feel your cheeks heat up.

“Excuse me?”

“Hm?”

You’re brought back to reality to see Ping staring at you seemingly a little alarmed.

“Pre-heat? Young empress, are you going into heat soon?”

“Y-yeah? Probably um, tonight…? Or tomorrow.” The onsets are always so quick, and your cycle has always been more or less stable.

The elder places her chopsticks down. “Have you told Lord Morax?”

“Um. N-No, not yet. But… m-maybe he already caught on...” You tilt your head.

…Right?

Then again even you took a couple of days to identify the signs, and now for sure you were at the brink of it. Maybe he’ll mate you tonight…

Hm… how will Zhongli react to your heat scent?

You have to do your best!

[Be a good omega.]

Ping stands up, her expression still gentle but with a sort of urgency to it, your instincts catch the feeling she’s worried about something.

“I have to inform about this, please stay here dear.”

Now you’re nervous. You nod slowly.

Why does it feel like you did something wrong…?

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After that, things get… chaotic.

It’s only a while later that you find yourself at the infirmary. Ganyu and Zhongli are also there and everyone’s anxious pheromones in the air do not sit well with you (subtle as they are, your nose is hyperaware right now).

“I’m sorry the symptoms are already settled in. At this point it is simply not feasible to give her suppressants, she has to go through this heat.” Baizhu says, looking troubled.

Feasible? Suppressants? More unknown words but…

Is there something wrong with your heat?

Ganyu scurries off and Ping starts talking with Baizhu on the other side of the room. You cling to Zhongli’s robe, trying to soothe yourself with his presence but his scent is… agitated.

You whine to call out to him. You’re scared.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Zhongli pulls you close, cupping your face again, staring straight at you. “No… no my dear dragoness, of course you didn’t, it’s just…” He steels himself searching for the right words, it doesn’t ease you in the slightest. “We didn’t expect your heat so soon. I should have known, noticed… I’m sorry.”

Why is your alpha apologizing to you? That is ridiculous.

“Is it a bad thing?”

“It’s… not the right time.”

You’re so confused.

Don’t Alphas like it when Omegas are in heat? Soft, pliant, warm, needy and ready to breed.

“I just don’t want you to feel obligated to do this…” He says. “And… you could trigger my rut, you could end up pregnant. I don’t want to… scare you, or hurt you. It’s much too soon for us to share your heat. I thought we’d have more time for you to get acclimated to Liyue or…” He shakes his head. “Nevermind. For the next few days you’ll be in a separate room, yes? No one will disturb you during your heat, I promise.”

“B-But then… I… what…?”

Alone?

“Usually omegas take suppressants, like a type of medicine, to stave off their heats so they don’t have to face these risks or suffer them alone, and then when they’re ready, when they want, they choose to share heats with their partners.” He explains.

“But I want to! I… I’ll be good!”

Zhongli sighs. “Darling you are good, you are precious to me. You don’t need to prove anything or do things because they are ‘expected’ of you.”

He’s not listening!

He asks you what you want. He says you can choose. But now that you tell him, ask him, beg him even… he denies you?

How come you’re always making the wrong choice?

Was it all a lie then?

“But I- T-then- Why-… YOU’RE CONFUSING ME!!” You yell, tears stinging in your eyes.

There are a few gasps and you see not only Baizhu and Ping, but Ganyu and some of the maids staring at you in shock. You cover your mouth, eyes wide at the sudden burst of fierceness and emotion.

You yelled at him.

You talked back.

You should be punished.

He stares at you, frozen like a statue for a few moments. You stare at him, pitiful, your eyes begging. A whimper leaves you and Zhongli lets out a shuddering breath.

Oh, your Alpha wants you, you know it.

"Please..." You mumble, voice so small.

"I'm sorry my dear, it's better this way." His hand moves towards you, to cup your face again or brush at your hair you're not sure, but he stops himself before you can find out. He sighs, averting his gaze and looking conflicted, and then turns around.

This is your punishment.

"It'll be just a few days, you'll be well-cared for. This is for the best." He says sternly, voice pinched.

And then he leaves.

Your heart shatters.

Everything is a blur after that. You’re gently guided along towards an empty nest room, the same one you'd first met him at, there are some things with both your scents on it but they feel sterile, washed anew.

Your hands start trembling. Your eyes start to water. Your lips quiver. Your throat feels tight, choked and dry. Your body feels feverish, hot and restless.

Zhongli rejected you.

“Your majesty please calm down."

[Useless.]

[Moron.]

[Whore.]

You could no longer breathe, hear nor see. You feel like you're drowning, unable to process what just happened. Your mate…your precious mate…he…he…

He abandoned you.

“Your majesty…?"

You scream.

[inavagrant]

I am finally gaming more semi-consistently and keeping up better with Genshin so booping this out there for anybody interested.

[davidhudson]

Marina Berti, September 29, 1924 – October 29, 2002.

With Eleonora Rossi Drago and Silvana Mangano. Photo by Milton H. Greene.

[sleepymushrxxm]

[legends-and-savages]

Arthur, Aspyn, Atlanna, Diana, Drago, Mera, Onyx, and Orm all participated in the B.attle of M.anhattan. C.hiron had called each of them in. This was the first battle that A.rthur, O.rm, and D.iana fully came into their godly parenthood. A.rthur and O.rm utilized the water to advantage and D.iana her lightining.

[byfulcrums]

been rewatching rtte

toothless is called T multiple times, but the letter T doesn't exist in the alphabet of this world

i think hiccup was also called H???

hiccup went to the wedding of the man who tried to kill him and his family multiple times. no wonder he thought he could change drago's mind

snotlout is canonically a theater kid

"you're so small and cuddly" "please never say that again"

the twins are really smart, but they're also just stupid

hiccup straight up disappears when he's working on something

heather had a super noticeable crush on astrid

fishlegs got a love interest!! a plus size main character actually has a cool, badass love interest!

it was super hetnormative but it was cute

there was an island full of flying women who were implied to regularly commit cannibalism

hiccup taught all the riders how to fly with toothless, that's so sweet

everyone is a flat earther except for the twins

hiccup almost directly killed a lot of people

and killed a LOT more when destroying their ships

“scalding– cal..ding--" "toothle, plama bla!" was pretty much the funniest part of the entire series

dagur was bullied as a kid by a guy 8 years older than him who literally tattooed an imagine of him beating up little dagur in his arm??? What was that all about

actually we need to talk about how messed up everything about dagur is and about how the things that could've/did happen(ed) to him may be the reasons why he's Like That

just why was he imprisoned by the outcasts??? he didn't do anything to them directly

oof my brain is spiraling. "he loved you" "ig now we'll never know" what do you mean he didn't know if his dad loved him

there's a technically musical episode

tuffnut became hiccup's defense attorney and immediately got him the death sentence

hiccup regularly jumps off cliffs

he also jumped off a boat, with his arms tied and without toothless. just where did he think he was going

snotlout's annoying attitude is actually because spitelout pressures him too much and he feels like he has to be perfect for his dad :((

THE 'HICCUP'S EVIL MIRROR' VILLAIN THEME DONE RIGHT YESS!!!

viggo is the best httyd villain change my mind (you can't, swords at sundown, you may bring backup but i will win on my own)

skrill comeback skrill comeback SKRILL COMEBACK!!!!

"COMEEE TO DADDY"

what is a boar pit???

oh my god i had missed this series so much. it has no right to be this funny

this was my childhood. it has forever shaped the way i am

berserker heather the unhinged >>>

actually good disability rep! yay

hiccup complains about his peg leg pinching him

he straight up cannot walk without it and it is shown many times

"well, there are the benefits of a metal leg" after it got caught in a bear trap

funny moments, like snotlout trying to steal it to use it as a weapon

the jokes!! toothless laughing at the jokes!!! hiccup being so fucking done with the twins, who are always making the jokes!

there's an episode where everyone is so sleep deprived they actually start spiraling

astrid becomes a happy go lucky girl, hugs snotlout and tells him he's handsome

the fucking mood swings snotlout got were insane

the twins were straight up just hallucinating

"i sent them to wash their dragons, how could they mess that up?" cut to heather falling on her face with a bucket full of water in her hands

fishlegs becomes so paranoid, he's yelling at everyone all the time

"don't you know the trapper's trap can trap the trapper?? ...oh gods, i must be losing it, i'm quoting dagur"

YOOOO VALKA!!!! it's so nice to see her

hiccup tried to murder dagur to stop him from getting to toothless, which is scary bc it shows just how far he's willing to go for his bff, but also funny because hiccup. that was not going to work

oh the hiccstrid slowburn, how i have missed you

the twins's made up language

there was a beach episode turned murder mystery and a musical episode held at gun point

hiccup has a whole little speech that he periodically gives astrid to remind her that the twins serve a purpose

[deificdeceit-a2]

@bitbrumal asked:

❛  are we actually doing the right thing?  ❜ slouched lower than usual / a pale wraith in the throne room, always. furs of warmer browns & grays than she slide over her- it takes no leap of the imagination to see her huddling. sunk deep into the permafrost of the world, she is present in lifeless eyes.

she trusts him to be brutal enough in service of the future to tell her the truth. ( no easy lie. no cutting short of personal weakening if it means forsaking them. )

      It's times like this where the God wishes she was not so fragile. Having a heart of ice? One can appear cold to others with ease if necessary. Yet, ice is easy to damage. To damage and crack. Difficult to repair? sometimes impossible.

      "Possibly not." He states simply. Looking at the giantess before him with no remorse. "The Fatui, your necessary evil to achieve your goal? Most do not care about it. Nor do they care about who they harm in the end. They hold no love for an Archon who seemingly holds no love for her people." There's a click of his tongue as he paces slowly by the throne. Deep in thought as he's careful with how he states the truth to her. "Everyone already believes that you do not care and fear the Fatui due to immense amount of crimes many of them commit." 

            And then he's sighing.

      "Yet humans are fickle creatures. Very few understand the minor fine workings that allow the world to continue. Once you reach your end goal, you maybe percieved as a villain. The Archon no one will ever want to mention... But sometimes it's necessary to do things that we believe are 'good' that many will infact consider 'evil' to achieve our goals or protect the things we love." 

[lowkeyerror]

The Family Business Ch.2

WandaNat x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Ch Notes: No warnings for this chapter, Krolik=Bunny, Sestra=Sister

Summary: Wanda was sent away on important business, by the time she comes back you're all grown up and a part of the family company. Wanda doesn't come back home empty handed in fact she returns with a brand new wife.

An: Ok someone asked me for Ch.2 early and I had to deliver. Next Ch.3 will be up on Monday. Stay tuned and hope you enjoy.

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

True to their word, the Maximoff’s provided you with a roof over your head and protection wherever you went. You never worried about your mother again and you saw your father whenever his schedule permitted. However, your primary residence was with the Maximoff’s. They were just as kind as they had always been.

Dragos and Flora paid for anything you could ever want or need. They paid for your tuition at NYU, though you tried to argue against it. You double majored in software engineering and physics. Without the constant insecurities that your parents piled on you, you were able to reach new academic heights.

Wanda had gone off right before her college graduation, Dragos said she was doing important work internationally. He didn’t know when she would be returning. There was a small part of you that hated that the woman didn’t come to your graduation, but a card from her in the mail was enough to make you smile.

Once you had your degrees you weighed your options. After multiple boring interviews and under stimulating work you finally asked Dragos if there was anything you could do in the family business. Pietro wasn’t thrilled about you wanting to be involved, but once he saw you at work, he knew you’d fit right in.

The crime was fronted by a legitimate business that Dragos owned. Which meant that you got to work out of one the tallest office buildings in New York. Your standing with the family also afforded you a desk pretty high up. When you weren’t hacking into competitors’ systems or running field operations, you did simple accounting for the company. It was easier that way, as the numbers for both the true business and the under-cover business were vetted by you.

“Y/n, come on a delivery with me?” Pietro pops his head into your office space.

“What kind of delivery?”

He smirks, “Special.”

You quickly grab your jacket and follow him out of your office. As you navigate to the bottom floor the two of you make small talk.

“So, when are you going to stop playing around and ask Monica out?”

Pietro rolls his eyes, “When you date someone for more than 2 outings.”

You feign a pained look, “Ouch, that one hurts Piet.”

“The truth often does.”

Once you both are out of the building and into the car your demeanor changes a bit, “So who are these going to?”

“Mr. H.”

You groan, “That guy’s sketchy, I don't like him.”

Pietro laughs, “I’m sure a lot of people feel the same way about us. “

“Whatever,” you mumble, scrolling through your phone.

The rest of the ride is quiet, until you pull up to the drop of location. “So, I’m going in and dropping the stuff off. You’re going to wait for me in the driver's seat.”

“Why the driver’s seat?”

He blinks at you, “In case we need to get away faster, you'll already be in here. Keep the car running, this should be quick.”

While Pietro goes in to handle the business, you let your mind spiral into thoughts about Wanda. You miss her and feel like it has been too long. Dragos said that she ended up staying in Russia for awhile before heading to their home country of Sokovia. Apparently, while he ran the business here, she ran the operations over there.

You weren’t surprised that Wanda was trusted with such an important role, she always had leadership qualities. For a long while you thought you wanted to be just like her. Instead, you realized that the older woman had been someone you were interested in. Wanda had nearly a decade on you in age, but how could you not like her as a young queer girl.

Sometimes you could still feel her hand delicately grazing your torso as she patched up the wounds your mother inflicted. For awhile in the Maximoff’s home everyone treated you as if you would break into a million pieces. Maybe Wanda did too, but it was different with her.

She wasn’t just careful with you because she was scared, you’d break, but she truly believed that you deserved the care. Even when you began training with her, she treated you delicately. You wanted to learn how to protect yourself and she stepped right in and became the perfect teacher. You also began going to the gym with Pietro at least once a week. You weren’t trying to be buff, but just in shape enough to defend yourself if you needed.

Even though your outward appearance changed to be stronger. You felt as though Wanda saw right through that into your deepest insecurities and tended to them accordingly.

Your daydreaming is cut short by Pietro busting out of the warehouse where the drop was supposed to take place, with the goods still in his hand.

“DRIVE! DRIVE! DRIVE!”

He jumps into the passenger seat, and you hit the gas. Pietro is talking to you, but your adrenaline is kicking in. Your fieldwork doesn’t really get this exciting without a debrief. Getaway driver is definitely a new change in speed.

Your eyes focus solely on the road, ignoring what the man is saying as his chest heaves up and down. A quick glance in the rearview mirror tells you that they are following you. While you are curious about what happened, those questions can be answered later. 

Pietro is actually mildly impressed with your driving skills. Your sharp turns and redirections are top notch in his opinion. Though you are doing great the guys are still tailing you.

You think for a moment, trying to remember the nearest parking garage. You realize that it’s behind you and brake hard, you weave through oncoming traffic to try to get to the parking garage.

“Get ready to hop out,” you say to Pietro parking the car. Once you do the blonde starts running on foot and you call after him. He stops in his tracks frantic until he sees you breaking into another car. When you get in you drive normally out of the parking structure and straight back to the office.

“Jesus Christ, Y/n I didn’t know you could drive like that?”

Pietro grabs the wooden box from his lap before walking to the elevator. He wipes his hands on his jeans and proceeds as though it was a just another day.

“So, what the fuck happened?”

He raises an eyebrow, “You weren’t listening in the car?”

“Duh, I was a little preoccupied with the whole driving for my life thing.”

“I guess you'll hear it when I tell Papa then.”

The two of you are definitely headed to the top floor of the building to inform Dragos of what has transpired. Pietro is never one for knocking and simply barges into the man’s office.

“Papa, do you have a- Sestra?”

Pietro’s sentence dies in his throat as he gets a glimpse of his older sister. He wastes no time sitting in the wooden box on a couch nearby and scooping up the redhead in a tight hug. You could hear them exchanging more words in their mother language. It’s an unexpectedly tender moment as Pietro tries to keep things on the light side.

Somewhere in the hug Wanda’s eyes land on you and they widen slightly. She untangles herself from her brother to get a good look at you. She’s older, as expected, but age had been more than kind to her. Wanda looks as elegant as ever, an air of distinguish surrounds her.

The way she looks at you makes you feel like a teenager again. You do your best not to squirm under her gaze. When a smile placed itself on her lips, you feel relief washing over you. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she pulls you in to a big hug.

Her hands rise to hold your face, pulling back just slightly. She wants to get a good look at you. The softness of her hands causes you to blush.

“You’ve grown up on me little krolik.”

She releases the hold, and you speak, “You’ve been gone a long time, Wanda.”

There it is, in your voice for the first time in years; That fragile tone that you had only ever allowed Wanda to hear. You hope it didn't sound as desperate to everyone else in the room and it didn't. But Wanda picked up on it instantly.

“I have, but now I'm back; permanently,” Wanda says, keeping her eyes on you.

“And she brought a friend,” Dragos interjects, and you watch Wanda roll her eyes.

“She’s more than a friend Papa, she’s my wife and she’s sitting right here. I expect you to treat her kindly.”

Wanda is married and to a woman. Your mind scrambles to piece together what had happened in the years that she was gone for this to be the case. It is hard for you to digest what the woman had said. Your breathing becomes a little shallow, but no one takes notice.

Finally, you take notice of the other woman in the room, sitting in the chair next to the one Wanda had just been sitting in. Your mouth dries at the sight of her. The woman is stunning. Her auburn hair is a few shades darker than Wanda’s. She has a button nose, soft pink lips and piercing green eyes. You couldn't be mad at Wanda for marrying such a beautiful woman.

“Sestra, you’re married?” Pietro exclaims, looking between the two women dramatically.

“Yes; Y/n, Pietro, this is my wife, Natasha Romanoff.”

Your eyes linger on the woman even when Dragos claps his hands together to get the attention of the room, “Piet you were saying something important. I see that Mr. H didn't get his package.”

Any further pleasantries would have to wait.

“Papa it was a bad deal. They tried short me on our exchange, so I told them they could either bring me the rest of what they owe, or I’d be walking. They planned to take the package from me, so I ran immediately to the car. Of course they chased after me, but thanks to need for speed over here we got away.”

Dragos pinches the bridge of his nose lightly, “Don’t I always say being back up?”

Pietro answers back, “I took Y/n.”

This causes Natasha to chuckle a bit.

Your eyes narrow at her, “Something funny?”

She doesn’t back down, “Well from the way Wanda described you, you don't necessarily scream back up.”

Your jaw clenches slightly and you steal a quick glance at Wanda, “Wanda hasn’t seen me in over 5 years. I’m not that fragile little kid anymore.”

Dragos nods proudly, “Y/n is the biggest asset we have in this organization. She’s by far the glue that holds this all together and I will not tolerate any disrespect thrown her way.” The final part of his sentence carries a lot of weight to it, it’s a verbal warning.

Wanda clears her throat, “Hammerhead is a loyal customer, why would he try to cheat us?”

“He could have a new dealer,” you speak up. “Someone who might be charging less for similar goods.”

“You think someone is dumb enough to try to undercut us?” Pietro questions.

You speak candidly, “I think that people in this city can be greedy, and greed blinds all good sense.”

Dragos clearly agrees, “We need eyes and ears on the streets listening to anything about dealers that aren't us. I need a meeting with Hammerhead to make sure he’s got that big ugly head of his on straight. Y/n if I can't sell this, I'm going to have see a profit of this quantity somewhere else on the sheets.”

“Let Natasha and I come with you to your meeting Papa. I want you to see what we're capable of.”

“Papa, is this woman going to be joining our group?” Pietro asks.

You turn your attention to Dragos, curious of what the man has to say. There is an unbridled shine in Wanda’s eyes and a small upturn of Natasha’s lip. They seem to think that the man would say yes immediately.

Instead, he heavily sighs, “For now Ms. Romanoff is simply Wanda’s… wife. There is a chance that she’ll be given access to join. However, her involvement isn’t guaranteed. So just to be clear, she’s not going to be sitting in on the meeting.”

Wanda wants to fight back, you can tell, but she refrains. The playfulness of her features dissipates as she responds, “Is she at least allowed to stay and watch them work?”

“Y/n do you mind if Ms. Romanoff shadows you for the rest of the day?” You know what Dragos was actually asking of you. He wants you to vet her.

Your eyes land on the woman, staring at her intensely, “Sure.”

She squirms in her seat which makes you smile a bit.

“Pietro,” Dragos starts.

“Eyes & ears I’ve got it Papa,” he’s out of the door fast, setting the plan in motion.

Dragos presses a small button on his desk, “Kate can you set up a meeting between Hammerhead & I. It needs to be as soon as possible. Make it clear that if I’m kept waiting, there will be extra fees to pay. Ones that can't be bought by money.”

“No problem Mr. Maximoff. Should I have Clint get the car ready?” She responds over the intercom.

“That’ll be great, thank you Kate.”

Now it is Wanda who claps her hands, “So I guess it’s time to get to work. Which mean it’s time to say goodbye to my beautiful wife and my little krolik.”

Natasha stands from her seat and places a gentle kiss on Wanda’s lips. “Be safe,” she murmurs, not quite ready to part from her wife.

“I’ll be fine Nat, it’s just business as usual.”

Something about the two women in the same line of sight together made you feel weird. You had seen beautiful couples before, but you seem to be a little mesmerized by the sight of Natasha and Wanda. For now, you would say that it was just the shock of seeing Wanda after all these years and being blindsided by the news of her marriage.

“Have you changed too much to give me a hug before you go?”

The teasing tone in Wanda’s voice makes you roll your eyes. You walk over to her nonetheless, “I hugged you earlier, you know.”

Wanda doesn’t hesitate to pull you into another hug. “I know, but maybe two is too much for the new Y/n.”

You look up at her, maybe for a second too long, and you can’t help yourself, “Don’t worry, part of me is still your little krolik.”

A slight blush paints over her features as she smiles at you, “Good, keep my wife safe, ok?”

Your eyes cut to Natasha, “Of course, I’ll leave you guys to it.”

You walk out of the office with Wanda’s wife trailing closely behind you.  

“So, are you going to show me what makes you the glue?”

Her words make smile tug on the edge of your lips, “If you’re lucky.”

[princesschimchim1325]

Hear my random shower thoughts out:

Dan Feng x Dragoness!Reader x Yingxing

Like, in my head, they are THE power throuple, absolutely unstoppable. They are all down horrendous for each other, no one feels left out.

Maybe reader is a dragon from another planet/universe that somehow found their way to Xianzhou, and lived there bc they couldnt find their way back. Maybe they are a healer like Dan Feng. Think of Meleanor Draconia from Twisted Wonderland with Kanae Kochou's personality and habit of picking up random children from the streets and taking them under her wing from Demon Slayer, that is reader.

Imagine the hilarity, Yingxing rizzed up not one, but TWO powerful and hot dragons lmao.

Imagine the sexy times too, Yingxing just being used by two sexy dragons 😩 or reader being dicked down by the hottest blacksmith and the sexiest high elder ever.

But on another note, the angst tho. I have multiple possible ways on how reader died:

1.) Reader died in battle while protecting the children they took in/adopted.

2.) Reader (somehow) becomes Mara stricken and Dan Feng is forced to kill her, which explains Blade's thirst for vengeance. Bro might not remember his own name but he can vividly remember Dan Feng using the weapon HE forged to kill their wife.

3.) A combination of both 1 and 2.

And the aftermath will be :

Same as canon HCQ lore, Dan Feng and Yingxing fucked things up and Yingxing becomes Blade and Dan Feng is imprisoned. And many years (centuries) later Dan Heng is exiled and becomes part of the express. Blade is out for Dan H(F)eng's blood.

And as luck would find them, a person who is also part of the express just so happens to resemble their deceased wife....

Oops, this got longer than I thought.

Let me know your thoughts and opinions. Maybe I'll write this...

[yoooitssalexx]

I G N O R I N G T H E P A S T

Viktor Drago x Balboa!Daughter Reader part 4

Sneak peak to part 4

You had promised him to be on his side tonight,the seat close to the ring by his corner. You watched a familiar looking woman approach the seats close to where you sat,realizing it was Viktor's mother and her new husband.

"You know Viktor?"She stopped in front of you,you standing to not let her intimidate you.

"I do."You nodded,raising a brow as she eyed your red jumpsuit.

"You're the balboa girl."She said,a certain distaste detectable in her tone.

"And you're the woman that walked out on her son and husband."You matched her tone,watching anger cross her and her husbands face. "I know more than you'd think,so don't think you can look down on me because you feel all high and mighty because of who your husband is."

You stood there as she walked away,smirking to yourself when you realized the truth coming from you pissed her off. You sat down in victory,checking your phone before you heard the chanting of 'Drago' begin. You stood to see the fire shoot out,music beginning as Viktor walked out.

You watched Viktor walk out,the bright red robe he wore catching your eye. Contact had been scarce while he trained,a text here and there the most frequent form of contact. You watched him confidently strut into the ring,approaching the ring to wish him luck.

He neared the ropes,smiling when he reached you. His eyes drank you in,quite enjoying the way your red jumpsuit fit.

"You look beautiful,moya printsessa."He leaned against the ropes,watching your hands come to his glove covered ones.

"Good luck,moy medved."You patted his gloves. "Ty pouluchil eto."

He nodded,bumping your fists lightly. "I missed you. Too much,and I realized.."His words died when he noticed his mother sitting in the crowd. He shook his head,turning his focus back to you. "I realized that I love you."

His words felt like a blow right to the ribs,the breath knocked out of you at his confession.

"Viktor I.."

Right then the lights dimmed,patterned lights flashing as Bianca walked out with Adonis, your father at his other side,her voice sent chills down your spine. You stepped down,making your way to your seat. Her song was short but the message was clear,she was supporting Adonis just as much as you were supporting Viktor.

———————-

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[harmonie-writes]

Alternate Universe One-shot

Evil!Hiccup Haddock III x gn!reader

Okay…. So I saw a video by P4perback on Instagram, and it inspired this little prompt.

P4perback video

Warnings: violence, angst, mentions of death, language, blood, and a slight change to the second movie

Word count: ~1k

Masterlist

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"Hiccup, what're you doing?" You pulled your helmet off, lowering your axe slightly as you stepped up to the man you once called a friend.

"What do you think, my dear, YN? I'm doing what I do best," he gestures broadly around him to the various dragons aboard the ship, "training dragons."

You grit your teeth as you place a hand on Toothless' head, and raise your axe toward the person you once called a friend.

"This isn't you Hiccup, what would-"

He cut you off by igniting his sword, pain, and anger rolling off him. "Don't you ever mention her name! You have no right to speak her name to me!"

You swallowed thickly, but kept a firm grip on your axe.

»»————-　➴　————-««

The day that Drago went to challenge the other Alpha, one that ended in bloodshed and the loss of the dragons.

Hiccup was aiding his mother in releasing dragons from steel traps. You had been confronted by Drago after falling off your dragon.

"Where's the Dragon Master?" He snarled, brandishing his hooked staff in your direction.

"I will never tell you where he is," you snap back.

At your defiance, Drago swung his staff at you, and the sheer force of trying to block it had sent you to your knees. The only person, or dragon, to notice your distress and losing battle was Toothless, who had left Hiccup's side to aid you. And what a mistake that had been.

A dying screech rang through the air as Drago's alpha came out victorious.

"Where's your alpha now?" He grinned at you. Waving his staff above his head and yelling like a banshee as he drew the alpha's attention before pointing at Toothless.

"What're you doing," your brows furrow, before realizing too late that he was gaining control of the dragons.

"Toothless, hey," you drop your axe, attempting to get Toothless to see you.

"YN!" Astrid yelled, sprinting in your direction. She watched with wide, blue eyes as Toothless opened his maw to blast. "Run!"

You feel a hard shove and heat graze above you before you feel the cold of the snow.

"Astrid?" You call dazed, but you swear you hear it twice.

Crawling from your spot, you see the blonde under a pile of snow that's slowly beginning to stain red. You're still on your hands and knees as you watch Hiccup run and collapse at the side of your friend, frantically searching for a heartbeat.

You only begin to stand when you see him shove Toothless away, one who is no longer being controlled by the alpha.

Gripping your shoulder, you hobble over, "H-Hiccup?"

You're met with a teary-eyed glare that has you halting midstep.

"Get out of here!" He yells, bringing Astrid closer to his chest, "It should've been you!"

"Hiccup, no, please," you beg, reaching out a hand like you're trying to tame a dragon.

He swats it away harshly, "Both of you! Leave!"

Toothless whimpers, but lets you mount his saddle before you both fly away from the remaining riders.

»»————-　➴　————-««

Your heart aches for the person you once had feelings for, the one who ultimately threw away whatever relationship you had. Even the one with his dragon.

You gesture broadly around you to the bodies lying lifeless on the boat. "So this, this is what you've been doing? Slaughtering those who oppose you?" Your eyes narrow on his lax figure.

"Wouldn't you do the same? If you had the one you loved ripped away from you like that?"

You watch the way he talks with his hands, following the movement of the hand holding the lit sword.

"You're no better than Drago," you seethe, taking a step in his direction, and you see the way he bristles at the name.

"I'm nothing like him!"

"But you are! Using dragons against people who don't agree with you!"

Hiccup lunges at you but stops a few feet short as Toothless blasts the deck in front of him.

"You're no better, you traitor!" His voice breaks, seeing two people he used to call friends, fight him.

Growls rip from the Nightfury's throat, mouth glowing with a faint purple light as he readies another blast.

"He was under the influence of the alpha, Hiccup! What was he supposed to do? He was aiming at me! Astrid pushed me out of the way!" You swing your axe at him.

Your axe and his sword are locked against each other.

"You shouldn't have been a shitty viking! Should've been better, should've been like her!" He manages to drop the locked weapons making you stumble as he swings his sword into your back.

You thought his words wouldn't get to you, but they still do, and now to top that with the stinging sensation in your back you crumple to the ground.

"You were always weak, spineless even," he took his booted foot and shoved you flat against the deck, successfully knocking the air out of you.

Rolling away from the downward swing of the blade, you ask, "and what about being the peacekeeper everyone talked about? Where did he go?"

"He died three years ago," he growled out, pointing his sword at your neck.

"Then let's end this," you grip the blade with your hand, cutting your fingers and palms in your grip.

There's the slightest look of hesitation flickers across his eyes before it vanishes completely. He uses his other hand to brace the sword, preparing to plunge it into your chest before you call out one last time.

"Toothless!"

He whirls around when he hears the all too familiar whistling of the Nightfury about to fire a blast.

[howtodrawyourdragon]

BY THOR! I despise the fandom take of "Book!Hiccup had it worse! 😭" (because in this house we don't compare suffering) but I'm glad that H at least got to enjoy the positives of being his tribe's hero after the battle with the Red Death. He's Berk's Pride! When Drago turns up at Berk, the people cheer when H comes home with Drago literally right there and watching! Horrendous' tribe forgets every book (so far) what this literal 10 year old has done.

[bijouxcarys]

𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 (𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

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Robert Plant x fem!OC

Description: Sometimes the pain of what should have never been, opens your eyes to what can.

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She tred upon a shifting landscape, a maze of shadows untangling beneath her hesitant steps. The air, thick with echoes, whispered secrets unheard of. Moonlight pierced through the twisted silhouettes, revealing a path that beckoned her forward.

As she ventured deeper, a distant murmur bellowed like a fading storm. Shadows clung to the fringes of her consciousness, dancing on the periphery of memory. Yet, with each step, a strength welled within.

The labyrinth crumbled silently behind her, unveiling a boundless expanse of open space. The moon, now a silent witness, cast its glow upon an endless sea. She stood at the edge, the cool breeze caressing her face.

For a fleeting moment, she tasted the sweet allure of freedom.

A groan rumbled in her throat, resisting the rapid movements on her right shoulder. She curled up further into herself with a sharp inhale, her eyes cracking open.

“Elena,” came a soft voice.

With a thick swallow, Elena moved back to see the familiar face of Pat Bonham, leaning over the back of the sofa she had passed out on.

“Morning,” Pat gently greeted once Elena had mustered up the strength to pull herself up. Her eyes were still squinted, adjusting to the daylight.

Elena cleared her throat, bringing her knees up to her chest. “G’morning…” she replied, though it only came out as a hoarse whisper.

“I’ve brought you a cup of tea.” Pat set the mug of tea down on the coffee table. “It’s just past 9.” Elena nodded, accepting the courteous gesture that she was used to from her. It even evoked the smallest smile when she noticed the perfect colour of the tea. Pat always knows.

“Thank you,” Elena looked up at Pat, her face still flushed and eyes still red. The former pulled her eyebrows into a sympathetic furrow, followed by a smile of the same candour. “I-I’m sorry for just showing up like I did.”

Pat was quick to shake her head and perched on the edge of the sofa arm, gently rubbing along Elena’s back. “There’s no need to apologise, love. You did what you had to do.”

Elena didn’t have a chance to respond, as any thought of one was abruptly cut short by the small, blonde Bonham boy darting into the room.

“Aunty Ellie!” The boy bound into Elena’s arms, barely giving her the opportunity to open them for him. “When did you get here?!”

“Jason,” Pat sighed, delicately scolding her son, “Mummy and Aunty Ellie were talking. You know it’s not polite to interrupt.”

Jason looked up at his mother with an instantly apologetic expression. “Sowwy, Mummy.”

Jason’s presence never failed to lighten Elena’s mood, and God only knew that she needed it.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, just try not to do it again, okay?” Upon receiving a nod from Jason, she continued. “Why don’t you go wake up Daddy and tell him the coffee’s ready?”

“Okay!” Jason beamed, instantly darting off in the direction of the stairs. Elena watched over her shoulder as the almost-four-year-old used the banisters to help him up each step.

“How do you cope?” Elena asked with a short chuckle.

“Gin.” Pat smirked. “Gin and a lot of patience.”

Elena chuckled, looking down at the mug of tea. She didn’t realise how dry her mouth had gotten from the night of shouting that quickly turned into a night of sobbing. Her thirst was quenched as she took a steady sip from the mug, taking comfort in the warmth of the beverage.

“I better go and make John’s breakfast.” Pat stood up. “Do you want anything, love?” she called over her shoulder on her way to the kitchen.

“Um…” Elena was tempted by the offer. To have someone make her breakfast. But no matter how much the prospect of it enticed her, she hastily shook her head. “I’m alright, thanks, Pat.” She smiled at the older woman as she disappeared into the other room.

Apart from the muffled giggles and screams of elation coming from upstairs, the Bonham household was relatively quiet. Serene. A stark contrast from where Elena had fled the night before. The family photos on the walls, the persistent ticking from the grandfather clock by the oak bookcase. Her favourite part? The plants that Pat had strategically placed to bring even more life to her house. Everything in the Bonham house felt like a home, even to Elena.

“Is it okay if I have a cig, Pat?” Elena asked in the direction of the kitchen upon spotting the packet of Marlboros on the table.

“Of course, yeah!”

Taking one from the pack and the box of matches next to it, she rose from the sofa, her knees clicking as she stretched. She knew it would feel good to step outside and get some fresh air, even though it would accompany the intoxication of a cigarette.

“Remember, it’s not a substitute for a meal!” She heard Pat call to her as she stepped out the Bonhams’ back door into their garden, cup of tea in hand. Elena smiled softly to herself at the reminder that she was cared for.

Leaning against the wall, she ran her hand through her dark brown hair, holding it back for a moment. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in the fresh air that the Bonham house was surrounded by. There was hope that with her exhale, she could expel the events that led her to this point in time. But she knew it didn’t work like that, much to her own chagrin.

This wasn’t going to go away in the blink of an eye.

As she opened her eyes and dropped her hand, she felt those nervous flutters from within her chest that were all too familiar now. Cigarette between her lips, she lit a match and carefully ignited the end, stealing as much calm as she could with the first inhale.

She sighed and watched the smoke curl and rise into the air. Her mind was racing a thousand miles per second. Wondering where to go from here. Where was she going to stay? What was she going to do? What was the logical next step when her initial decision was spontaneous and without any thought? She had no other clothes than the ones on her back, and no possessions other than the ones in the pocket of her jacket, which mostly consisted of some pitiful change and a receipt from Morrisons.

How does a 20-year-old, unemployed woman move on from sacrificing her life for a relationship that ended sourly?

Sure, John took her in when she showed up at his door, just before midnight, with her face flushed and covered in tears. But what else was he supposed to do? More importantly, how long could Elena impose on a loving household with her fucked-up tragedy?

She ultimately knew that John wouldn’t care how long she stayed, and neither would Pat—Jason, there was no question about it. He always loved whenever his Aunty Ellie stopped by, though those visits had become few and far in between. She was one of the first people outside of the Bonham family to get to hold Jason when he was born. The first non-family member to babysit. Her name was the first Jason learned, even though it came out as a slurred “Ellie.” Mummy, Daddy, and Ellie.

It always triggered fond memories of how badly she butchered John’s name when they met in 1953. Bon-Bon. El and Bon-Bon. The slightly unhinged, chaotic duo that ran rampant in Redditch, from their homely neighbourhood, all the way up to their teen years when they’d work themselves up to complete a pub crawl in Birmingham city centre. But they never made it past the first three. 

She almost forgot how… normal life was back then.

“Heard my matches were stolen.”

Elena turned her head towards the back door, a very drowsy and half-asleep John Bonham stepping out into the morning air with the packet of Marlboros in hand. One side of his hair was still stuck up from where he’d been sleeping on his side, and his eyes were half-lidded.

He gave her a little smile, the weight of the circumstances still hanging over them. The best they could do was have a cigarette and morning conversation until they had to confront the issue at hand.

“The sofa alright?” John asked, accepting the matches from Elena. She nodded, taking a drag from her cig. “Good, good…”

There was an easy silence between the two of them as they perched on the picnic table John’s dad had made years ago. She didn’t know what to say to him, or how to say it. The idea of small talk seemed counterproductive in this moment; if Pat was to come outside, she would surely be able to feel the tension between her husband and his best friend.

“How was America?” Elena asked timidly, flicking some ash into the glass tray in the centre of the table. Over the last couple of years, she’d honed her skill in avoiding tension and, more recently, conflict. She had to.

John offered a side-eyed glance, knowing exactly what she was doing, anyway. It was all in the eyes, which was why she made the conscious effort to cast hers downward.

“It was good, yeah,” John finally answered with a nod. “Lot of energy over there.” Pause. “You really should come to a gig, El, you haven’t been in—“

“I know.”

“We’re just gettin’ better and better.”

“I know you are.”

John stared at her. His look was far from playful. 

“How would you know?”

Elena’s eyes shut briefly, and she took a deep inhale of her cigarette. He was trying to make her crack. To get her to tell him everything. But she couldn’t. At least, not yet.

“I wouldn’t,” she softly admitted. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around herself. Don’t cry. You’re not allowed to cry.

He sighed and ran a hand over his face. “No, I’m sorry,” he grumbled, flicking some ash. “Fuck!” He snapped, shoving a rogue football away with his foot in frustration. Elena flinched, looking up at him. He ran his tongue over his teeth, irritated. At himself. For not doing anything when he could.

Elena took the last drag of her cig, and stubbed it out in the ashtray. 

“Not your fault, John…” she reassured him.

“No, but I could’ve at least said something.” He shook his head.

“Yeah, like what?” She let the question hang in the air for a moment. “Nothing you could’ve said, or done, would have changed the outcome.” In fact, she was sure that if John had intervened, it would have turned out far worse in the long run.

At least for the time being, John seemed to drop the idea that he could have done something to help his best friend get out of a situation that was becoming dangerous. There was no stopping it from settling in the back of his mind, and there was no chance of him dropping the subject altogether. But for now, he wanted Elena safe.

John took his last drag of his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray, before clearing his throat and standing up. “Right.” He clapped his hands together. “Breakfast!” 

Elena let herself smirk as John disappeared inside the house. It was comforting to know that life constantly on the road didn’t change him; he remained the same silly boy who got excited over fry-ups, and she loved him for it. 

Maybe breakfast would be a good idea. She chewed at her bottom lip, coming to the realisation that getting over this unfortunate bump in the road of her life would be much harder than she anticipated.

“How is she?” Pat asked her husband as she simultaneously sliced Jason’s jam on toast into small squares. 

Placing a kiss on his wife’s cheek, John shrugged his shoulders. “Dunno,” he sighed, heading to the stove, where his eggs, bacon, and tomatoes were sizzling away.  “I’m gunna leave it for a bit. Don’t want to overwhelm her.”

“Well, you’re going to have to talk about it at some point, John.”

“I know. And we will. She’s just got here, Pat, she’ll talk eventually.” John was sidetracked by Jason bounding into the kitchen, full of life as usual.

“Mummy, I’m hungry!”

“Yep, it’s all ready for you now, sweetheart. Let’s get you sat down.” Pat smiled at her son and bent down to lift him up, turning to place him on one of the wooden chairs surrounding a circular table.

“You’re almost big enough to get on that chair yourself, son,” John said, smiling brightly at Jason. “Maybe you’ll be big enough to go into the family business soon—“

“John,” Pat warned, sending him a light glare. 

“What?” He laughed. “He’s a born drummer, look at that shoulder placement! He’s a beast!”

Jason beamed, looking up at his dad and then at his mother with a confident nod. “I’m a beast, Mummy.” 

“God help me if I end up with two drummers in the house.” Pat ran her hand over her face. She often pretended like the idea exhausted her, but inside, she would be proud of Jason if he did grow up to be like his father. Either way, John would take it upon himself to teach him the art of percussion anyway, regardless of what Pat thought about it.

“Does Aunty Ellie live with us now, Daddy?” Jason wriggled in his seat as Pat placed the plate of toast and a plastic cup of orange juice in front of him. 

John couldn’t help but chuckle. “No, son, she doesn’t. She might be staying here for a little bit, though. How’s that sound?” 

“Good!” Jason answered mid-chew.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” John reminded him, plonking down at the table with his plate of food and a cup of coffee. “If you’re lucky, she might help out with the climbing frame.”

Jason’s face lit up and his attention darted between both of his parents. “Really?!”

Pat chuckled, wiping down the counters before joining the table with a plate of her own toast with marmalade. She found it admirable that John was so committed to family life that he was willing to go above and beyond to build their son a fully functional climbing frame, aiming to complete it by the time he left again for tour in June. That way, it would be finished by Jason’s 4th birthday. 

“I’m sure she won’t want to do another project, John,” Pat smiled. “Haven’t you roped her into enough?”

John grinned at his wife. “Since we were kids.” He seemed proud of that, and he was. He loved working on things with Elena, and it was something that had been a constant in their lives…until recently.

As if on cue, Elena had come back inside, mug of tea empty and her mind as refreshed as it could be in that moment. Pat smiled gently at her.

“Was the tea alright, love?”

“Perfect, thanks,” she answered with a nod, heading to the sink to wash the mug.

“Don’t worry about that, Elena.”

“When have I ever not cleaned up after myself, Pat?” she asked with a soft tinge of reassurance. “Me mam raised me this way.”

“I always blamed your mum for it.” John jested, shovelling some bacon into his mouth.

Rinsing off the mug and putting it on the dishrack, Elena turned around, leaning on the counter. “For what?”

“For being a messy little bugger–ow!” He flinched back when Pat swatted his arm. “What was that for?” His question came out mumbled through the bacon in his mouth.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, firstly. And secondly, be nice!” Pat scolded somewhat playfully. Jason let out a hearty, warm laugh, his mouth tainted with remnants of jam.

“Don’t talk wiv your mouf full, Daddy,” he repeated through a goofy chuckle. “A-Aunty Ellie?” He turned his attention to her, still giggling away. “Can you say… Can you say it again?”

Elena scrunched her eyebrows up, glancing at Pat and John. “Say what again, love?”

Jason struggled to get the words out, still laughing with the occasional hiccup. “When you… talked about your Mummy.”

She immediately grinned, momentarily forgetting about everything she had to deal with, enjoying the innocence of childhood through Jason yet again. “Who, me mam?” Everyone laughed along with Jason as he leaned forward in his chair, almost face-planting the remaining square of toast on his plate. He wheezed and screamed, the childish joy enough to bring happy flutters to Elena’s stomach.

“Me… Me mam,” he deepened his voice slightly and tried his best to mimic Elena’s thick accent before bursting out with laughter yet again.

“Y’know what, El, forget everythin’ I’ve ever said to you about being from Manchester,” John declared, his face beaming with absolute elation at the jovial state his son was in.

“Told ya!” Elena pointed at John. “Being from Manny isn’t that bad.” She poked her tongue out at him.

“No, you just become a source of entertainment ‘cause of how you speak.”

“Coming from the man who says ‘nottin’’ as opposed to ‘nothing’.” Elena folded her arms.

“Ey, you say ‘nout!’ That’s even worse!”

“Okay, shut up,” Elena playfully rolled her eyes, gently coming down from her laughing fit; she hadn’t laughed like that in a while. It was nice. “Uh, Pat, is it okay if I use the shower real quick?”

“Of course, love, you know you can,” Pat answered, her smirk still present from laughing, but her eyes reading as confusion. Elena knew she never needed to ask to use the shower, or the bathroom, or even get herself a cup of tea–why was she now?

“Thanks,” Elena smiled and headed in the direction of the stairs, before John’s voice calling her back stopped her in her tracks.

“Before I forget,” he took a sip of coffee, “I’ve got to go in for a rehearsal on Friday.”

“A rehearsal?” Elena raised her eyebrow. “Haven’t you just come back?”

“Yeah, but Jim called yesterday, sayin’ he wasn’t happy with the way we have certain songs transitioning into others–I don’t know, I’ve learned to just say yes, show up, and do as I’m told.” He put his hands up in defence.

“If only you could apply that to home life,” Pat mumbled, inconspicuously sipping at her hot beverage. John threw her a light glare, making her giggle, before he continued, looking back at Elena.

“Anyway, you should come with me! You haven’t been to a rehearsal in a while, have you, El?”

Elena’s eyebrows raised, her stomach once again fluttering, though this time it wasn’t due to the childish innocence of Jason Bonham. What it was, she couldn’t put her finger on it. Perhaps she was just happy to have the chance to see John in action again. So she nodded, her excitement somewhere in the back of her mind, but failing to come to the surface.

“Good. It’ll be fun,” John nodded. “The lads will be chuffed to see you again, actually, they’ve been asking how you’ve been. Should put a stop to the endless nagging.”

Elena offered a light laugh, somewhat giddy at the idea of the others asking about her. “Yeah… Don’t see why I can’t…” 

“We’ll talk more later, but you go have a shower, El.”

As his best friend disappeared upstairs, he watched with a steady gaze, trying to decipher what exactly had been going on between Elena and her long-time boyfriend, David. He knew it hadn’t been good, and he knew that for a while, but what on Earth could have led her to his door in the middle of the night, begging to let her stay? 

All he could do was count his blessings, and hope that this was the start of something new for Elena. His Elena had been gone for far too long, and bringing her along to rehearsals on Friday was the perfect way to integrate her back into how her life used to be, where she was happy.

Where she enjoyed, since the day she met him, the company of Robert Plant.

[liviavanrouge]

Drago: *Lays unconscious on the couch*

Belle: Wh-What do we do? Is he gonna be okay?

Wise: He crash landed in the middle of the street, we're lucky to have been able to grab him...

Wise: I don't know who we should call, what doctor would be trustworthy enough to tend to him

Belle: I-I don't know...

Belle: For now, let's watch over him..

Wise: Alright...

Drago: *Opens his eyes, looking alert*

Belle: H-Hey, you're awake-

Dragon: *Shoots into the air, crashing into the ceiling, shaking his head before quickly flying around*

Wise: Hey! Calm down, nobodies gonna hurt you!

~

Drago: *Stares at the bandages, looking confused* Hm?

Stellia: *Smiles, moving back* He'll be just fine now, just change his bandages every two hours and he'll be good

Wise: Thanks, we'll keep that in mind

Drago: *Stares at his bandages*

Belle: C-Can he not talk?

Drago: I talk...telepathy..

Belle: OH! That's good to know..

Wise: Makes asking questions and getting answers easier..

Drago: *Flares his wings, lifting up into the air, hovering* I am Drago! An experiment created by you unruly awful humans!

Drago: I will destroy all of New Eridu one day when I am at full power! You humans will feel my pain!

Belle: But what about all the innocent people?

Wise: People who were unaware of your suffering and would've raised their voices to help you..like Arina, Cayla, Stellia and many others..

Drago: *Narrows his eyes and lands on the couch* You mortal beings are all the same...I don't believe you..

~

Drago: *Stares at the food, his eyes narrowed*

Belle: H-He doesn't have a mouth, how is he gonna eat?

Drago: *Grabs the sandwich, a mouth opening on his arm*

Wise: OH!!

Belle: WOAH!!

~

Drago: *Lays newspapers on the ground then curls up*

Belle: Wh-What are you doing?

Drago: Sleeping, I made my bed

Wise: No, you can sleep on my bed...come on

Drago: Bed? What's a bed?

Wise: You'll see..

[steiger4044]

Watching Blue Bloods and working on another chapter of How a Dimitrescu Heart Beats, gave me inspiration to do a small scene. Since I love the game character Bela Dimitrescu and imagine her and the others in a modern au crossover with Blue Bloods…lol I don’t know. I’m hyped for the new and final season of blue bloods this fall too, and love Tom selleck too. Anyways enough rambling I did a small scene I can imagine happening in the cross over universe. Since it’s also September as we approach that tragic day at it’s the 23rd anniversary this month too. Anyways enjoy the read.

Whispers in the Garden of Memory

Lower Manhattan, September 11 Memorial

Bela Dimitrescu walked through the bustling streets of Lower Manhattan, the crisp autumn air doing little to cool the emotional firestorm within her. Dressed in a black leather jacket over a simple grey sweater, her casual jeans and boots kept her grounded, even as her thoughts drifted back to a time when everything was different. The familiar route she took every year was one she knew well, but today, it felt heavier—each step echoing with memories of the past.

Her destination was a small flower shop, nestled quietly between two imposing buildings. The shop had a warmth to it, with its bright window display and the sweet scent of fresh flowers wafting into the street, offering a brief respite from the cold reality outside. Bela pushed the door open, and the soft chime of the bell announced her arrival.

“Bela, dear,” came the warm greeting from Mrs. Whitaker, the elderly owner who had come to know Bela well over the years. Her hands were already moving towards the white roses as she spoke.

“Just one today, as usual?” Mrs. Whitaker asked, her smile soft but knowing.

“Yes, please,” Bela replied, her voice quiet but steady. She watched as Mrs. Whitaker selected a perfect white rose, wrapping it carefully in tissue paper with the precision and respect that had become a comforting ritual.

When the older woman handed the rose to her, Bela’s fingers closed around it gently, as if holding something fragile and precious. “Thank you, Mrs. Whitaker.”

“Take care, Bela,” Mrs. Whitaker said kindly, her eyes filled with understanding. “Give him my regards.”

Bela nodded, unable to find the words to respond as she stepped back into the bustling street, the rose in her hand feeling like an anchor in the storm of her emotions. She walked the short distance to the 9/11 Memorial, her thoughts consumed by the past—the day her father, Dragos Iones-Dimitrescu, was taken from her, and with him, a piece of her soul.

The Memorial Plaza came into view, the pools where the Twin Towers once stood reflecting the blue sky above. The water cascaded down into the depths, mirroring the void left in the hearts of those who had lost loved ones. Bela made her way to the South Tower Memorial Pool, her steps slowing as she approached a name engraved in the stone—Dragos Iones-Dimitrescu.

Her father’s name stood out among the thousands, etched in stone as deeply as it was in her heart. Dragos had been an accountant manager for Alcina Dimitrescu’s winery, a position that had brought him into the orbit of the powerful Lady Dimitrescu herself. It was through this role that he had met her mother, Alcina, and built a life together, raising Bela and her sisters in a world where old traditions and new challenges intersected.

Kneeling beside the pool, Bela placed the white rose gently next to her father’s name, her fingers tracing the letters. The memories flooded back—of a time when they had stood together at the top of the South Tower, before it became a monument of loss.

“Hi, Dad,” she whispered, her voice catching in her throat as she remembered that day. “I was just thinking about when we went to the top of the tower together. I was so young, and it felt like we were on top of the world, didn’t it? I remember you told me, ‘The world is there, Bela—you just have to make sure you choose how you want to have it.’ Those words have stayed with me, guiding me through everything.”

She paused, drawing in a shaky breath. “I think about you every day, Dad. About how much you loved what you did, how you made everything seem possible. Mom misses you too, though she’d never admit it. She still runs the vineyard, keeping it all together like she always does, but I see the way she looks at your picture sometimes. She tries to hide it, but I know.”

Her voice softened as she spoke of her family. “Cassandra’s doing well—still as tough as ever, and still keeping an eye on me, even though she knows I can handle myself. Daniela’s bookstore is thriving. You’d love it, Dad. She’s put so much of herself into it, and I see that same spark in her that you always had. She’s still that bright light that keeps us all going.”

Bela smiled through her tears, her thoughts turning to her uncles. “Uncle Heisenberg is still tinkering away in his workshop. You’d probably laugh at the things he’s come up with. He acts tough, but I know he misses you just as much as the rest of us. And Uncle Moreau… he’s dedicated to saving lives, just like he always has been. He talks about you often, how you inspired him to make a difference. He misses you greatly, Dad, but he’s channeling that into his work, helping as many people as he can.”

A tear slipped down her cheek as she continued, her heart aching with the love and loss intertwined in her soul. “Angie’s growing up so fast. She’s got that same drive you had, that same passion. I see so much of you in her, in the way she throws herself into everything she does. I just… I wish you could see it all. I wish you could be here.”

Her voice cracked as she leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against her father’s name. “I miss you, Dad. I miss you so much.”

For a moment, Bela stayed there, letting the silence envelop her, the rose resting beside the name that had shaped so much of her life. She was about to rise when she sensed someone behind her. Turning, she saw NYPD Commissioner Frank Reagan standing a few feet away, flanked by his security detail. The commissioner’s presence was both commanding and comforting, his expression one of quiet understanding.

“Officer Dimitrescu,” he greeted her, his voice a deep, steady anchor in the sea of her emotions. “It’s good to see you.”

Bela blinked, surprised to see him there. “Commissioner Reagan… I didn’t expect to see you here, sir.”

Frank Reagan stepped closer, his eyes reflecting a shared grief, a mutual respect. “This place holds a lot of memories for many of us. I come here to remember, to honor those who gave everything. Your father was a good man, and he’s remembered well.”

The sincerity in his words hit Bela deeply, and she fought to keep her composure as she nodded. “Thank you, sir. That means a lot.”

The commissioner placed a hand on her shoulder, a gesture that carried the weight of both authority and compassion. “Your father would be proud of you, Bela. Proud of the woman you’ve become, the officer you are. You’re making a difference, every day, just like he did.”

Bela felt the truth in his words, the connection between past and present, between what was lost and what remained. She managed a small, grateful smile, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you, sir. I… I try to live up to his example.”

Frank Reagan nodded, his gaze steady, offering the wisdom of someone who had walked a similar path. “You’re doing more than that. You’re honoring his legacy by living your life with purpose, with dedication. It’s not an easy road, but it’s the right one. And remember, you’re not alone. The NYPD is a family—we’re here for each other.”

Bela nodded, the weight on her heart lifting slightly at his words. “I will, sir. Thank you.”

The commissioner gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze before stepping back. “Take care of yourself, Officer Dimitrescu. And if you ever need to talk, my door is always open.”

With a final nod, he turned and walked away, his security detail following. Bela watched him go, a sense of peace settling over her as she turned back to the memorial. The single white rose lay against her father’s name, a symbol of enduring love, of a bond that transcended even the greatest loss.

As she stood, Bela felt a renewed strength, a clarity of purpose. She would continue to honor her father, not just in words but in the way she lived her life—in every action, every decision. She would carry him with her, a guiding light in the darkness, a whisper in the garden of her memory.

With a deep breath, she walked away from the memorial, her resolve strengthened. The world was hers to choose, just as her father had said, and she would make sure she chose it well.

[legends-and-savages]

Aspyn and Dragon went on exactly one date with each other. And quickly realized they were much better as friends. They joke about it sometimes.