#i havent wrote fanfic in a year or so sorry if its kinda stale

[sagupalm]

dancer in the skies (fáfnir x reader)

note: this was something that i have had in my notes for a year and i just wanted to come back to it because i thought it'd be cool to pick up this again!! if you know @/silversouls this is my new account! i lost the password to silversouls/silversouls has memories i rather just forget so i moved here ^^

you were a knight of the sky.

the endless sky, your battlefield yet home to you.

pegasus or wyvern, it did not matter what helped you take to the skies.

the only thing that mattered was you were in the sky.

the heroes lovingly called you the “dancer of the sky”. taking the title with modesty, you held your head high and departed to each battle with optimism and bravery.

but even if the skies were all you could ask for in your short life, your heart felt it yearning for something more.

“summoner,” fáfnir called out to you, his soft voice ringing through the halls. “can you deliver this to reginn?”

snapping out of your daydream, you answered. “of course,” you grabbed the parcel from fáfnir’s hands, feeling the subtle warmth radiating from his gloves.

“i...” you blushed, looking down. the last thing you needed was the king of niðavellir aware of your love for him. “i’ll get this to her straight away!” immediately turning away from the pale man, you rushed off to find reginn and create some distance between the both of you.

you walked down the halls, admiring the various tapestries hung on the walls of the askran castle. blue tapestry adorned with the askran symbol and gold lining...it truly fit a castle like this. you held the parcel with a slight grip, face heating up again from the memory of the sudden encounter with the man who captivated your heart.

"sigh...i can't let myself get so in my dreams." you closed your eyes for a second, only to find yourself on the ground, parcel spilled and the wind knocked out of your sail. when you opened your eyes to see your assailant, it was none other than who the parcel was supposed to go to.

"reginn?" you winced as you got up, dusting yourself off. "why were you running?" reginn bowed and apologized. "i'm sorry!! i was told that fáfnir wanted to give me something but i didnt know he had sent someone to give it to me!" reginn winced at seeing the contents of the parcel spilled out.

"i thought fáfnir wanted me to come over, so i spent some time running around looking for him," reginn carefully put all the contents back into the parcel. "but i never thought he'd asked you." the young girl giggled, a merry bells sounding laugh.

"what do you mean by that?" you narrowed your eyes, not sure what the princess of niðavellir could be implying.

reginn tensed, a nervous smile making to her lips. "oh! well..." she quickly grabbed her parcel. "well i gotta go. i'll see you soon summoner!" just as fast as she ran into you, she ran off once again. as much as you didn't want to admit it, the conversation with reginn had piqued your interest more than it should have.

"never thought he asked me..?" you continued walking, your next stop to the stables. if anything could clear your mind, it was flying on your beloved steed in the never ending sky. "it's probably nothing to really think about, i suppose." you reached your destination, greeting your pegasus with a smile. "hey," you stroked their mane, them snorting in delight. "you're ready to fly again?" they neighed in agreement.

you saddled up and got on, departing into the sky, feeling the wind caress your body. you sighed in happiness feeling the wind in your hair, the wind kissing your skin. nothing as far as you knew could ever beat the feeling of flying. "if only fáfnir could..." you breathed out, drunk on the exhilaration. you blushed deeply at the realization of what you just said. "like fáfnir would like to fly, he doesn't even like it." you fly down, deciding to go rest up for the day.

that was your plan, until your plan has reached an adrupt start. there was a familiar man in the distance awaiting you. you squinted, only to immediately go wide eyed. you flew down, not wanting to keep the king of a nation waiting. "is there," you got off your pegasus, petting their snout. "i can help you with?" you turned around to meet him, your blush shown greatly from the cold airs of askr.

"i wanted," he made his way towards you and your pegasus, brushing the hair ever so slightly. "to ask if you could teach me to fly." if you could be any more red in the face, that moment was certainly now.

"i..can teach you right now!" you tensed up, getting on first. "here," you reached your hand out to fáfnir, smiling a little. "take my hand." the man gripped your hand gently and smiled back, propping himself next to you. you tensed your shoulders and blushed.

"you can um...put your arms around my waist so you don't fall off." fáfnir snaked his arms around your waist, gently embracing you. "like this?" he asked. "i um yeah like that!!" you blurted, overwhelmed from all the interactions with fáfnir. "hold on tight," you grabbed the reins. "it's time we fly!"

you both soared into the sky, feeling the air surround you in coldness. you laughed from the feeling and fáfnir held onto you a little more tighter, not sure of this new experience and what new feelings it brought forth.

"you can trust me." you looked back at him, a reassuring smile. "these feelings...are unknown." he remarked. "thats ok if they are." you told your pegasus to go a little slow. "it's all part of trying new things."

fáfnir knew how different you were in the sky compared to the ground. on the ground, you were shy. but in the sky, you were just as free as it was. he admired that about you. as much as flying in the sky was unknown and strange to fáfnir, the love and admiration he felt for you was familiar and welcomed.

[swampgallows]

so many people are leaving my work... i have to inform them,,,,,,,,,,,,, still. my bosses have been on like their i dunno eighth vacation of the year so they havent been around, i dunno why theyre attempting to run such a tight ship. shit is boring like.... its boring... its ...boring......................

how you cgonna specify college graduates for retail then get mad when we seek mental stimulation im literally going insnae listening to music boxes all day and interacting with no one for like a solid hour, not allowed to sit down,  how do you think i wrote 30k words of a shtity fanfic while at work... how do you think ive read like 15 books while on the clock.... how is it we all excuse each other for extensive ‘bathroom breaks’ just to walk around a bit and get some kind of mental refreshemnt.... how do you think ive been thrown into full-blown panic attacks from extremely minute stimuli.....shit is boring and nothing happens and my mind is constantly “wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww” 

my hours are all the fuck over the place,i worked overtime this week even though i was sick twice, i even worked that EVENT this week (WHICH FEELS LIKE A MONTH AGO, IT WAS ONLY 5 DAYS AGO, THAT IS HOW INTERMINABLE THIS WEEK HAS BEEN)

i fuckin... its... 2am and i ahve to get up in lik3 5 hours to be at work again at 10am... 10 to 7, backup backup reg, doin NOTHING “but we’re short-staffed” where??? we climb all over each other to straighten a single stack of books, we jump at the opportunity to fold a t-shirt or wrap a mug, like, where are we short staffed lmao we even had ‘greeters’ today and we were down 3 people

I DID “BREAKS” TODAY AT 11AM, AND THEN AT 7PM. WHAT DID I DO FOR THOSE 6 HOURS IN BETWEEN? I COULDNT FUCKIN TELL YA. I ATE A LOT OF CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES AND FUCKED OFF IN THE LOUNGE AND NOBODY KNEW I WAS MISSING AND NOBODY WAS AFFECTED BY MY ABSENCE. COOKIES. ON THE CLOCK. TIL 9 FUCKIN PM

ISNT IT IMPORTANT THAT I HAVE A DEGREE??? TO EAT COOKIES??? TO COPE???

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i saw a Couple today that made me think about how one time i was a Couple and it feels like a different lifetime. yeahhh, yeahh even though im nervous i think it’s t-t-t-t-time. it been 2 years, fertt spinehewer says "General rule of thumb now is to work hard and toil for 2 years. If you don't see a decent raise/promotion, it's time to look elsewhere upwards.” hes a bit emotionally stale, even for an orc boy, but it’s still good. he has good work ethic

i toiled as much as one can in this kinda position; if i toil too hard it ‘looks bad’. lmao but ive kept my cool, ive taken shit, ive gargled customers’ piss with grit teeth (sorry thats.... i dunno, It Be Like That Sometimes), i have had panic attacks so bad in public ive come close to pissing myself at my job because i cannot be removed from the offending stimulus in time and im trying desperately not to scream

i was talking w a coworker who just put in her two weeks, speaking of piss, because apparently my bosses are hounding her (and have been for like 2 months) about her bathroom breaks, which we ALL take, some of us (me) much MUCH longer than others, yet she’s the one getting shit for it, which is so fucking weird to me. my boss legit asked her “what are you doing in there?” PISSING, DUDE? WE TALK TO PEOPLE WE GET THIRSTY WE GOTTA PISS WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM i dunno but uh a child wandered into the store and his parents up and grabbed him, he must have been special needs, he started howling just...an absolute tortured scream, it stopped me in my tracks and mid-sentence and my coworker said i “went white”, like she saw my visceral-ass PANIC MODE reaction and i IMMEDIATELY started grounding myself, tapping fingertips, like, shuddering breath, it’s insane how potent the trigger was. the child sounded like he was being gored. i couldnt take it, it was too strong, i became afraid, i became a child. i became THAT child. sensory overload was creepign up but i think my recent pon farr week has blown all of that out of the water for a while that iw as able to get it undr control, it was small ptoatoes compared to this fuckin GAUNTLET this hell week has been.

I BECAME THAT CHILD and i feared for my LIFE, akin to when i was watching the babadook. LOL TRIGGEREDD!! LE TRIGGERED!!!

i cant even imagine the scream now, i cant even remember it, it shot with such white-hot immediacy into the center of my brain that it was barely a sound, it was just a concentrated trauma bullet

they were pulling him out by his arms and he was kicking his legs. he had been in the other building earlier but that one just sounded like a typical child-scream of ‘i dont wanna go!’ or ‘i need a nap’. but this was... like tearing of ffingernails type screaming. like ‘january scratched repeatedly by 400 the cat’ screaming. it was too mcuh and i was really freaking out

still dont want to sleep

cant believe all weve got are humans. there are so many humans in the world. why