#the dragon witch au

[docdudo]

MASTERLIST

Here's a list to better organize the drafts i have written:

Hybrid 141 As Parents - Foster Human Child!Reader

Parts In Order:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Asks:

People Sizes

House Sizes

Nesting For Humans

Werewolves' Hands

Can They Reach Door Handles?

Human Babies - 1

Human Babies - 2

Reader Getting Sick

Life Expectancy

Home Alone

Who They Prefer?

Sharing Food

Their Kids

Hybrid Games

Playing On The Snow

Running Away

Hate Touch

Spicy Food

Service Hybrids

Oral Fixation

Broken Ankle

Familiar 141 - Young Witch!Reader

Parts In Order:

Part 1

Part 2

Asks:

Familiar Sizes

Taunts

A Witch's Birth

Relationship Between Familiars And Witches

Do They Know How To Take Care Of Children?

Species

Art On The Banner: @bluegiragi

Profile Picture: Me (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

thinking about witch of the wilds reader, about whom so little is known the story changes depending on which villager tells it.

hunters say she embodies everything beautiful about nature, forgetting its fickle, volatile, dangerous side.

travelers say she disappears into the shadows of the trees, running naked except for the flowering thorns woven through her hair.

the young men say whoever catches her can have her a night, but she's as fast as a minnow and wily as a rabbit.

the old women say men venture into the forest to find her and they don't return.

storytellers say you'll never find her unless you're not seeking her--that she must be a nymph or a dryad, a daughter of Baba Yaga by a forest god.

children say she hinders fools and helps only those pure of heart--pure like children understand it, because pure does not mean well-intentioned. it only means free of distraction and distortion; obsessive; all-consumed.

venture out to find her and you might find that the gap between beautiful wild maid and dangerous sorcerous trickster is vanishingly small.

these stories are all blown a bit out of proportion, but who are you to deny the legends that give you such a steady stream of human travelers to toy with?

masterlist

see also: shapeshifter familiars 141 + witch reader <3

[squilko]

human mlp mostly spike...

OK "human" you know what i mean. humanoid..

[fantazi13]

✨witches AU✨

I'm very bad at drawing comics but this is just the beginningin general I hope that you will understand at least something from what I will show you in the future🙃

[sad-scarred-sassy]

Light me up

A Neris two-part story. @nerisweek Free Day

Summary: Nesta Archeron is given as a living sacrifice to the dragon of Velaris. The only problem is he doesn’t want anything to do with it.

Inspired by a prompt made by @writing-prompt-s on tumblr.

Notes: Happy Neris week! I wanted to make a little Neris one shot to celebrate so here it is! This is a low stakes, silly little fic about a dragon and a lost girl finding solace and understanding in one another. I hope you enjoy!

Read on AO3 or keep reading below the cut.

In the mountain hill of Velaris, hidden in the shadows of an abysmal cave, lay a centuries old fire breathing dragon. He had resplendent scales of crimson and wings so big you could hear its beating from miles away. The few who had seen him and had stared at their terrified reflection through his amber eyes had proclaimed he was the biggest, most ferocious beast they had ever seen. The village feared him, venerated him, for very few knew where he came from and why, but they understood that his appeasement came at a price, and for years they earned the dragon’s graces with presents and sacrifices. That was until one fateful day when the centuries of peace came to an end, when the village decided to send the dragon of Velaris a human woman to burn.

Eris woke up that morning already with a migraine.

He stretched his great wings with a big, monstrous yawn that echoed through the whole cave. The soft light of dawn filtered through the open ceiling of the ancient place, the one he had inhabited for at least one hundred years now, a hollow mountain in the outskirts of a small town, as far away from his old home as he could have possibly gone.

Today marked the anniversary of that fateful day he had landed there, when the villagers had freaked out and had offered him goods in exchange of their lives, even though Eris had no intention of killing any of them, but in his monstrous form, he understood the fear.

He had welcomed the village’s offerings year by year– coffers of gold and rubies (when the economy allowed it), carts filled with fish or harvested goods, chickens, livestock (he had no use for) and even sculptures of his likeness. He still had those stacked somewhere, the big mighty dragon of the hill carved in stone and marble, the copper statue of the feared monster of Velaris.

He liked the arrangement, for a century he lived alone, ate alone, slept alone and knew peace. The villagers would only come once a year, leave the offering and then retreat back to their lives. Eris didn’t care for more.

Today wouldn’t be any different. He waited, with his enormous crimson wings tucked in, for the drums to start, and soon enough they did. He listened to the vibrating beat of their drums as the humans made their way to his lair. The villagers surely liked their shows, always making a big fuss about things. Couldn’t they just leave the damn thing and let him continue with his uneventful existence? His migraine was getting worse.

They were a bit more enthusiastic this time, he pondered with annoyance, as he heard soft chantings coming from the multitude. He rolled his big amber eyes at them as he heard them come.

“Purify us!” He could suddenly make out. “Sacrifice the sinner!”

“Burn the witch!” They chanted. “The Dragon will burn the witch!”

They continued on as Eris simply listened in slight curiosity. Surely it wasn’t what he thought it was. No, it couldn’t be.

He heard the humans opening the cave entrance, rolling the big slab of stone as they continued the chanting and drumming. When they opened it the yells reverberated through the whole cave, he swore sometimes he did regret not just killing them.

From his hiding place he could make out the silhouettes in the opening, the humans were energetic as they brought the offering, and he could suddenly make out a slender form being dragged from the crowd and pushed inside the cave.

“Oof” He heard a soft voice say.

“Burn the witch!” The villagers chanted.

Before Eris could even move his large body the humans had retreated and pushed the entrance closed again, leaving the creature inside his cave.

“Fuck” He heard the voice say again. It was indeed a woman. Eris watched her in utter shock and irritation.

What in the godly realms was this?

Nesta Archeron had seen better days. Well, not in a long time, if being practically homeless and so rotting poor she had to resort to hooking up with men for money counted as better days. It probably did, since now she was lying on the floor of a cold, moist cave, where an ancient dragon lived, and she was to be his next meal.

She couldn’t even say she was surprised by the turn of events. She knew that town had always hated her guts, and were always looking for an excuse to send her to rot. She didn’t think that hooking up with men from town would be the thing that’d do it, though.

Her sisters had warned her, damn them they had, they had kissed her cheek and told her to try and be nice, be likeable. Nesta’s situation wasn’t as bad as it now was when they had wed and left town, she had a house and a job, a quiet but peaceful life, even if she hadn’t had many friends.

But then she had gone and fallen in love with that Knight that everyone loved, and suddenly they all really hated her.

How could she be with someone like him? A mere peasant woman courting the Lord of Velaris’ favorite Knight. And when the pressure to be someone she wasn’t had become too much for her and she couldn’t continue it, he had turned on her like she was spoiled goods, and damn her but she wouldn’t be the one to apologize, even if by being on his bad side had utterly ruined her reputation.

At first when the villagers started spreading rumors of breaking Sir Cassian’s heart by supposedly cheating on him she didn’t care. She kept on with her sad stupid life, but the rumors worsened. Suddenly she was a witch who had charmed him in an effort to secure power for herself. It got so bad she eventually lost her job for it. It was all a downhill from there.

The struggles, the long days and nights with no food because everyone refused to even serve her, her only chance at survival being the hungry men she met at slum taverns.

She was a pariah and soon enough when the annual offering to the dragon of Velaris came to be, and they realized the economy was so bad that by taking the witch of the slums to be eaten as a sacrifice to the beast would be like killing two birds with one stone, they had jumped to the opportunity.

Nesta rubbed her eyes as she assessed the place. It was dark except for the soft light coming from the open ceiling, vines were hanging from above and crows were croaking somewhere in the dark. Other than that it was quiet, so quiet and so still. Nesta shivered, tucking the old wool around her body.

When they grabbed her from the warm bed of one of her lovers they only allowed her the dignity to wear an old worn cloak someone had thrown at her and then they were already pushing her.

She had seen Cassian looking at her when they took her, and he had done nothing to save her. Just like he had done nothing when the rumors got worse, when they called her a whore and a witch and she had to beg people to sell her food. He just looked at her and then dropped his gaze in disappointment.

Nesta couldn’t believe it. She really did it this time. She had tried so hard to fit in, had done everything she could and it still hadn’t been enough. She was still despicable Nesta, she was still useless and unlovable.

She couldn’t help the tears now forming on her eyes and she let them fall for the first time in a long time. She was going to die anyway and no one would see her cry. She just wished the dragon would finish the job already so she could finally get some peace.

As if on cue, she heard a rumbling, heavy scraping on the rocky floor reverberating through the whole cave, and then there he was, huge amber eyes looking at her through slit pupils like a cat’s. Nesta’s whole body shook as she saw the horns as big as her whole body, the teeth, the gleaming blood-red scaled body and the huge mighty wings tucked behind his back.

With a voice she could only describe as demonic, he said: “You have five seconds to run, human”

Humans were very stupid apparently.

Eris stood there in front of the thin woman in all his mighty beastly form and instead of running, or screaming, or even begging for mercy, eyes the color of a stormy sky met his with unfaltering determination.

Had she not understood him? He knew his voice was rusty for lack of use but he still got the message out. Maybe she was a foreigner.

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Do you not hear me human? Run!” He roared, the sound making the whole cave shake. The only thing that moved was her long hair from the force of his breath, he noticed.

Then, she finally fisted her hands as he noticed the tears streaming from her eyes, and the woman stood up.

“I can hear you, dragon. I’m here to be eaten by you as a lame excuse of offering from the humans, so please grant me the honor and light me up on fire or maybe even rip my head off my shoulders, I don’t care. Just do it!”

Eris’ head was pounding now. He really wished he would have just killed those humans all those years ago.

Eris simply huffed an exasperated breath as he stared her down. Her feeble form was covered in a simple grey cloak that was obviously not hers, her long light brown hair was messy and cascading down her back and those flame-like eyes were still digging into his. He hadn’t been this close to a woman in so many years, it felt utterly strange.

“I have no use for human women, especially witches, as they called you” He bluffed. He wanted this day to be over already.

“Then just kill me and be done with it” She insisted. Eris narrowed his eyes at her boldness.

“What is this insistence on getting killed, do you really want to die, woman? The crows would be the ones to eat your body as I have no taste for it”

“I already told you what I want” She affirmed.

“I have no intention of killing you, but I will if you don’t stop messing with my morning” Eris turned to retreat further into the cave. “Go back to your village, human, tell them I do not want you”

As he moved he heard a soft bitter laugh that made him pause.

“Not even the fucking dragon wants me for anything” She said to herself. “Please just spare me having to crawl back to that place and be burned at the stake with those idiots watching me like I’m a show. Just kill me” She said, and Eris watched as she dropped her head.

He could not believe what was happening.

“Don’t be dramatic, just tell them I am content with last year’s offering, and won’t require anything else, I’m sure you’ll be fine. Now, don’t let me lose my temper, go” With his snout he pointed at a small opening on the cave.

“I can’t go back”

“Go, I said”

“Please-“

“GO!” He roared again, and this time he watched as the woman hugged her arms around her body, as silent tears dragged dirt from her face and she pressed her lips together, her eyes shocked and wide. Monster, he was a monster, he reminded himself, he shouldn’t feel any remorse.

He turned to go deeper into the cave then, and a few moments later he finally heard her leave.

Eris lay on the ground, determined to have a good two day long nap and forget all about that incident. But the crows were too loud, and the dripping of water from stalagmites too bothersome, the grey from the sky too poignant. An hour, two hours, five had passed and still he could not find peace.

Was the woman in earnest when she said they would burn her at the stake? Eris tried to ignore the nauseating feeling that thought evoked in him, he snuggled into his wing, it was none of his business. If she died or lived, it was none of his business.

Then make it your business . A soft voice in the back of his mind said.

No, I am at peace here, no one bothers me, no one tries to murder me, it is not my business!

Eris affirmed his thought, the woman dying should not bother him, she was a stranger to him, a witch according to the villagers, she probably deserved what she had coming anyway.

Did you? The voice sounded inside his head again. The images of torches following him to his house in the night appeared in his mind, the shouts calling him a freak, his mother’s screams. No .

With a groan Eris, the mighty dragon of Velaris, stood up from his comfortable chosen napping area and with a few flaps of his colossal wingspan, flew out of his lair for the first time in one hundred years.

Nesta wasn’t surprised as much as she wanted to be. She wanted to be surprised that the moment she stepped out of that cave, four men snatched her and when she tried to explain had immediately told her she would be burned at the stake for cowardice as well as practicing of witchcraft. She had simply rolled her eyes.

They had tied her up and had placed her in the middle of the town’s park to be burned just like she predicted, as a show.

So now there she was, hands and legs tied around a big pole right atop an array of logs and dried hay. Her bare feel ached, her hands were numb. The town began to gather around her, dozens upon dozens of eyes staring at her pathetic self. She just wanted it to be over.

“Nesta Archeron” Said the executioner over the loud drums of the crowd, she didn’t even look at him as she placed Cassian’s eyes looking at her from the far edge of the crowd, his significant height making him unmistakable. “You are to be burned at the stake in the name of God, for the crimes of cowardice and witchcraft…” Nesta stopped listening, the dizzying drums continuing, the world blurring as she finally accepted her fate, to be burned slowly, painfully, in front of all these people, in front of the one she once thought loved her. She wanted to vomit. She wished the dragon had granted her the mercy.

Somehow she realized the executioner had grabbed a torch and was now approaching the pyre at the base of her feet, she focused on the dancing flames on the torch, how they moved freely, just like she did when she danced, unaware that their dancing would kill her, painfully, slowly.

The executioner stood right in front of her pyre and she closed her eyes, one silent tear falling down her cheek. She waited for the heat to come, for the fire to roar and consume her, but it never came.

Instead she heard a boom on the ground, and a loud, ferocious roar coming from behind her.

She saw the executioner’s face drain of color entirely as he dropped the torch at his feet and looked like he may die of fear staring at something behind her. The dragon.

The whole crowd scrambled to get out, people pushing each other to get away from the sheer fury of the beast still roaring at them like some type of demon that had materialized.

Nesta was absolutely petrified as she saw him walk past her, still tied to the pole, while he paced, each step reverberating through her body, scaring the shit out of the whole village.

Then, she saw his enormous head turn towards her, monstrous body turning to her and she finally thought she would die. At least, she conceded, it would be by a dragon’s fire.

But when he opened his magnificent jaw, the fire did not come, she felt him move towards her slowly, hooking one of his sharp teeth to the ropes on her hands and freeing her. Nesta gaped at him.

“Wh-what?” She could not understand.

“Free yourself” The dragon spoke. Nesta didn’t think twice as she removed the remaining ropes from her feet and torso, then just as she wobbly stepped out, she felt a tug from her waist, and suddenly the ground was no longer beneath her, in fact it was getting smaller, and the whole village fell from her as she realized the dragon had taken hold of her and they were now flying.

Nesta screamed.

“Could you not? That is awful for my headache” The dragon grumbled, confusing her out of her fear.

Nesta focused all of her attention on her breathing as she tried not to scream with every look down, with every sinking feeling in her stomach. When they finally landed inside of the cave again, she was so stiff in the dragon’s claw that she had to take a moment to stand, and even then her knees were still trembling.

When everything came back to her, she fell to her knees and sobbed.

“Lady” She heard the beast say. Nesta only cried harder. “Lady could you please stop crying?”

“You-you saved me” She sobbed in shock and disbelief. Her heart was going to beat out of her chest.

“One could say that” She heard him say. “Now please stop crying, I could take you somewhere else, where do you wish to be?”

“I don’t have anywhere to be” She continued crying, now looking up at the dragon’s enormous face, she couldn’t believe she was having this conversation with a beast and that she would have been dead if it wasn’t for him. It was fitting, she thought, as she felt just as much a monster as he looked. “My sisters they’re“ She began but couldn’t stop the freaking sobs. “They’re better off without me” She felt the tears streaming down her face. “I don’t have anywhere, I am a monster, just leave me here to rot in this cave. You’ve done enough”

Nesta curled into herself, trying to warm her body out of the shaking sensation of her sobs.

There was a long pause and then she heard a loud burning sound, like a flame consuming paper, and when she looked up she didn’t find a dragon’s eyes looking at her, but a man’s.

Nesta pushed herself and landed on her ass when she saw the tall, naked man with flaming red hair staring her down. She noticed his amber eyes first, his nakedness second, and his horns and claws third. He moved slowly towards one corner of the cave to retrieve a cloak she hadn’t seen before, covering his magnificently muscular body from her sight. His hands and feet were reddish even though it looked like normal skin, his face was gorgeous and angular, his black horns cutting through the strands of crimson hair that cascaded down his body all the way to his hips. When he turned to her, she realized she had been staring, absolutely agape.

“I don’t appreciate being stared at, but at least I got my point across” He said, his voice like silk coursing through her body. “You say you’re a monster, well, then there’s two of us”

“You’re the dragon, the dragon is a man ?” She spoke mainly to herself.

“I’m Eris, and yes I’m a dragon” He walked casually towards her and held his broad, clawed hand for her to take. She hesitated before she placed her palm inside of his warm hold and he pulled her up. The force almost made her crush onto his strong front, but she steadied herself with a gasp.

“I-“ She was still looking at him absolutely dumbfounded, scared, but mainly enthralled by this new discovery. “I thought you were just-“

“A beast? You wound me, didn’t you see the horns? Of course I’m a beast still” He said somehow a bit self-deprecatingly. “Now, lady, stop wasting my time, what is your name?”

“Nesta” She could not stop staring at his sharp, beautiful face. “Nesta Archeron”

“Well, Nesta. I don’t see any horns or claws on you, so I wonder why you think you’re a monster” He smiled slightly, sharp canines greeting her as he did so. She noticed an array of freckles on his nose.

“I-“ she pondered. “You have freckles”

That took him by surprise. “What of it?”

“Well, I’ve never seen a monster with freckles”

“This must be your lucky day” He turned around and left her standing there. “You said you wanted me to leave you here to rot, but I wouldn’t appreciate the smell of all that, so why don’t I offer you an alternative?” He said as he walked further down the darkness of the cave.

She followed him hesitantly.

“What alternative?”

“Well, I take you as a prisoner, what do you think?”

“Are you asking me to be a willing prisoner?” She asked as she saw him light up a long corridor with just a flick of his wrist. Magic, he also had magic.

“Mmhm” He said as he continued on. “Be my prisoner and live here, do whatever you want but stay out of my business and I would too, you’d be free to leave whenever you liked though, as long as you don’t tell anyone about it”

“About what?”

He stopped, dropped a small sigh as if resigning himself to whatever he was about to say and then straightened.

“This” He said, moving to let her see the small passage, she looked beyond the gap and found an enormous cave alight with flames and a huge tree with glowing orange leaves in the middle.

She gasped at the view.

“Exactly” He said. “I found this place centuries ago, and decided to have it all to myself” He crossed his arms and admired it. “The only way you are leaving this place alive is if you vow to never speak of it” He said in a seemingly threatening way, but Nesta wasn’t scared anymore, she was in awe.

“I can’t believe you’re asking me to marry you” She said not looking at him.

“What? No I’m not” He said. “I’m saying you’ll be my prisoner”

“Willing prisoner that will take a vow and can leave whenever she pleases, sounds like marriage to me” She said and found his shocked expression almost funny.

“Not marriage. Imprisonment. Gosh, humans are so strange” He corrected, rubbing his temples with his hands. She remembered he had mentioned a headache.

She stepped towards the dragon-man slowly, then placed her middle finger onto his temple making him jump and flinch away slightly.

“What are you-“

“Stay still, you said you had a headache?” She said, feeling out the cold flame power surging from inside of her.

“Yes… why-“

She let her cooling power seep through her fingers, letting its essence cool his temple. He let out a sigh of relief.

“What are you doing? How?” He frowned, voice breathy, clearly relieved of the pain.

“They weren’t completely lying when they said I’m a witch, in a way I am. I’m just… repaying you for saving my life today” She said, dropping her hand as Eris stared at her dumbfounded.

“Don’t mention it” He mumbled, seemingly unsure of how to proceed. She felt almost as lost as he looked, still confused and shocked by everything that had happened in such a short amount of time.

“Why did you?” She felt the need to ask.

“What?”

“Save me”

“You’re being dramatic”

“I almost died” She added with a frown.

He sighed. “Well, I simply would have liked if someone had done that for me. Is that enough of an answer for you, lady?” He rolled his eyes and she narrowed hers.

“You can just call me Nesta” She said, crossing her hands over her chest. “If I’m to be your wife”

“Prisoner”

“Sure”

He sighed again. “Follow me” He said, and Nesta did.

[chickenlover-19]

Been reading The Astromancer by @modordracena and drago Danny has a hold on my brain now.

I love the scenes where Sam and Danny meet when he's fully dragon and wanted to paint the first meeting (and then I got distracted by messing with colors and glowing effects haha). Also Danny still having dragon traits even while in human form?? BE STILL MY BEATING HEARTAAAAAAAAAAAA

[multific]

The Deal

Aemond Targaryen x DarkSorceress!Reader

Part 2

Summary: You could never see your own future, no matter in who you searched for. You could only see bits and pieces of the future of people you would be involved with longer. So, when the handsome Dragon Prince wonders into your home, you only see small bits of his future. You knew what that meant. It meant that he was your future.

"I can feel the anger in your veins. I can feel your desire for revenge in all of your movements. You, Prince Aemond, what brought you here?"

"The rain." he replied honestly, still looking for the person with the voice but finding no one.

"This anger is going to make you stumble, it is what's going to cause many deaths and misery."

"Show yourself!" he demanded.

You took a step out of the darkest corner. Looking him in the eye.

"Maybe it really was the rain," noticing how drenched he was.

"Who are you?"

"Do they no longer teach our stories? I am a sorceress."

"Don't be ridiculous, magic doesn't exist."

"Are you blind to both of your eyes?" you asked slightly laughing as you lifted your hand to your left eye and dragged down your middle finger.

Aemond could only watch as a scar identical to his appearing. "Although I prefer ruby, I like red more." you said as you opened your eye and now it was replaced by a red stone. Aemond lifted his sword higher.

He could only watch as you looked around as if you were trying out your new eye.

"You can fight like this?" you asked.

"How dare you mock me!"

"I am not. I admire it. Your eye is special." Aemond put his sword against your neck, it surely didn't phase you as you took a step towards him, letting the sharp edge cut your skin slightly as it drew a little blood.

Aemond was more shocked by this as he moved his sword back, lowering it.

"You are very special, My Prince." Aemond felt as if you were reading his mind, he didn't like it. But at the same time, there was something about it that he enjoyed. "I can almost see you, you have the power but we both know you would be the one on your knees for me."

Aemond could only blink and look into your eyes. You smiled, a wicked smile but sweet at the same time.

"My Prince is speechless. I am truly honoured to know that I still have my charm. You came in here because of the rain but I know it was something... higher."

"I have made a terrible mistake."

"I am aware. Killing the young boy... you have no idea what you started."

"Can you help me? Make things right?"

"Depends on how well you use your tongue."

"I can convince you, when I came in here I didn't expect to find a sorceress. But I have power, money or whatever you wish for in exchange for your help. My uncle would come for me to kill me, I can feel it."

"I have to be honest, I didn't mean speaking when I said to use your tongue. I always found your family, well as a matter of fact all royal families interesting. I can save your life, but I will not interfere with anyone else's."

"What do you mean?"

"The others will die, and I will do nothing about them. But when your time comes, I can save you from death. Take it or leave it." Aemond looked deep in thought.

"Do I have time to think on this?"

"Of course, I was heading to sleep when you barged in, we can talk about this in the morning, sleep by the fire, keep warm or you'll catch a cold."

---

Aemond didn't sleep.

His thoughts keeping him up.

He debated your offer.

Was he truly so selfish he was ready to watch others die while he lives?

In the morning, you made him food as you placed a plate in front of him.

"You would lose one family member." you said.

"One? If you help me or if you don't?"

"Either way. Oh no sorry, technically it's two."

"Who?"

"I will tell you, but I will erase your memory of everything once you make your decision. You will only remember the decision. For a kiss."

"Alright. I wish to know."

You sat down next to him by the table.

"This war you started will cause many deaths. People would kill dragons, you will lose your nephew and your sister. Aegon will get burnt, you will sit on the throne while he is healing. Your mother... while she won't die she would lock herself into her room. Losing her children would do that. You... You will die in battle against your uncle. You will drown on your dragon while Daemon dies as his dragon falls on him."

"What about Rhaenyra?"

"Aegon kills her with his dragon. The only death I can avoid is yours. But if you wish not to live than so be it."

"Why would you help me?"

"I'm bored. I have lived in this mountain for far too long. I haven't seen a person since forever. I am bored to death. I wish to play with you, and in exchange I can save your life."

"What do you want from me?"

"Your fingers, your mouth and your cock. I want your body and soul, Prince Aemond. There is a spell, it would make it so that you are mine and I am yours, our lives bound together. If you die, I die. I would feel your pain as you would feel mine. However, I cannot die. Nothing could hurt me."

"How is that possible?"

"My mother was a strong mage. When she gave birth to me, she put a spell on me. I cannot die, the only thing that could take me is time. And I have a lot of time, My Prince."

"I would be stupid enough not to take your offer. You require me to bed you, in exchange for my life."

"You will soon realize, Prince Aemond, I require much more than just your bed. As I have said, your body and soul would be mine and mine alone. I do not share my toys."

Aemond slightly flinched at your tone. A toy. That is what he would be.

"My shiny handsome toy. For now."

"And what if you get bored of me?"

"Do you see the future, Prince Aemond?"

"No."

"I do. I see yours and I can say, you will not bore me. So, with all that, deal?" you put your hand out to him on the table. He looked at your palm then at your face.

As he said, he would be stupid enough not to take this deal.

He put his hand into yours.

"Deal." and you smiled once more.

He blinked as he saw your smile, a wicked smile but sweet at the same time. He looked around a bit disoriented.

Your magic was truly strong.

The deal was made.

Part 2

A/N: Apologies if the future described here is not true to the books. I have not read the books only done a little research. Hope you still enjoyed this!

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[surelysilly]

i remember.... i remember, your name is--

[yaboirezzy]

Replaying The PS1 Crash Trilogy and slowly doing the same for The PS1 Spyro Trilogy reawakened a cursed idea of mine from years ago which also serves as an explanation why I like LWA and Naruto together

I apologize that you had to see this old analysis of mine...

(in a perfect world or alternate universe we would have both a 3D linear platformer Naruto game and a 3D open world collect-a-thon Little Witch Academia game. oh and a crash bandicoot and spyro the dragon anime i guess...)

[tinytalkingtina]

Soaring Symphony (Steddie Dragon and Witch AU) Chapter 5

Chapter 5 is now live! Read it now on Ao3

Outcast witch Eddie lives alone in the woods, until one day he encounters an injured dragon in need of aid. Aka, a Witch!Eddie and Dragon!Steve fantasy AU.

Rated E (Chapter 5 is strictly T-rated though)

Tags/content warnings: Fantasy and Magic AU, Witch Eddie Munson, Dragon Steve Harrington, Disabled Eddie Munson, Blood and Injury (nothing more graphic than canon injuries), Nudity, blow jobs, mating bites (not omegaverse just borrowing the concept), emotional intimacyTM, discussions of body image issues

Excerpt:

“That’s…that’s my sister.” Eddie shook Big Boy’s shoulder in excitement. “She finally found you, you were right! Guess we don’t have to resort to pigeon mail after all.” “She must have figured out a way to sneak around, always was the smartest one out of the whole clan. Come on, I want you to meet!” His dragon took off running. Eddie hung back, wanting to give them a moment together first.  His sister landed with a bounce and a hop, frantically meeting him halfway. Hisses and rumbles fell out of her mouth in quick succession. Big Boy touched his forehead to her snout, speaking softly. His sister butted him solidly in the chest in response, causing his dragon to throw back his head and laugh. Doing so exposed his neck, and the pink ring of still-healing scar tissue that encircled it. Big Boy’s sister’s posture changed immediately. Her tail came out to surround Big Boy tightly as she turned to face Eddie with green fire licking out between her fangs. Eddie whimpered and dropped to the ground. “BIRDIE STOP, please don’t hurt him, I’m okay!” With his eyes shut tight, Eddie heard his dragon come closer. “Eddie, I’m here now, stay with me, you’re not in that attic.” Warmth enveloped him. “Come on, put your fire away and calm down, he’s not an enemy!” A growl emanated somewhere above them. Big Boy’s grip tightened ever so slightly. “What are you—yes, of course, I have invisible restraints on right now, you’ve solved it, that’s clearly what’s keeping me here.” After a few moments pause, a deep note rang out. The reverberations bounced around Eddie’s skull, making him wince. As the note faded, a bright green light pierced his eyelids. Opening them in surprise, he yelped when he saw Big Boy’s sister looming over them, with beacons of light pouring out of her eyes. “There, now do you believe I’m not possessed? It’s pretty simple, I’m not leaving him right now because I don’t want to.”

Tagging a few folks who helped push me to write this over the past month, thank you <3 @devondespresso @dreamwatch @soaringornithopter @blubblesandink

@augustjustice @vthx

Also thank you to steddiecameraroll-graphics for the divider!

[fangirltothefullest]

How many AUs have you made? Any and all fandoms, if you had to count them. And also, what was the first AU you ever made?

If I went down the list of AUs for EVERY fandom I have ever been in it's going to turn into this:

I have WAY too many, I have ADHD, and if I invent an au for one fandom it's been reused in EVERY fandom I've been in....

[darksaiyangoku]

RWBY Winter Tales

Witch of the Shadows

Blake walked along the path with her familiar, a shadow cat named Fergus. In the City of Vale, there were rumours of a Demon Knight that would appear during the blizzard and slay any unsuspecting travellers. She couldn't stand monsters like that and she agreed to hunt it down in exchange for a weekend at the Library of Forbidden Tomes. There was a treasure kept inside that was far more valubale than any gold in Remnant. Blake shivered violently as she stumbled in the snow.

Fergus; Are you sure you can handle yourself in this weather, my lady?

Blake: O-Of c-c-course. I-I-I'm perfectly f-f-fine.

For several more minutes, the two of them kept trudging along and all the while, the snow became thicker. Blake started to feel her feet soak with each step and it was making her uncomfortable. Unfortunately, she didn't know any fire spells to warm herself up. Fergus shook his head, disappointed in his mistress' lack of forsight.

Fergus: Tsk tsk tsk.

Blake: S-Shut up. A-Anyway, are we in the r-right area yet?

Fergus: We need to go further left. According the citizens of Vale, the Demon Knight's stronghold should be right over here. *runs*

Blake: What the- Fergus, get back here!

Blake tried to run after her familiar, but the deep snow was restricting her movement. She was struggling to keep up and the snowfall was becoming heavy, obscuring her vision. Suddenly, she tripped over what felt like a loose branch and ended up falling down a steep hill.

Blake: Agh!! Ow! *rubbing her head* Damn it! *turns around* Huh?

Blake was flabbergasted. In front of her was a small, decrepit stone house and on the windows were torn flags of a forked Imp. This couldn't possibly be the home of a demon, could it? Blake tried her best to stand up and, grabbing her wand, carefully walked inside.

It wasn't what she had expected at all. The inside of the house looked like a common living room. There was a table, a few broken chairs and a bookshelf. Sitting on a dusty bench was a young man stroking away at Fergus, who trilled delightfully. He had blonde hair, deep sapphire eyes and wore torn white tunic. His most distinguished feature, however, were his horns. He was a demon. Blake shook her head. She couldn't just attack him. Fergus didn't appear to be in any danger and he didn't look like he was a knight either.

Blake: Um, hello?

Demon boy: Huh? Oh. Hello there, witch. I didn't hear you come in. Why is it that you've come here?

Blake: Um... well, I... *lowers wand* I was sent to investigate the reports of a Demon Knight who was attacking unsuspecting travellers. I-I hate to ask, but do you know anything about it?

Demon boy: *shakes head* No, I don't. I was exiled from the Demon Knights 3 months ago.

Blake: Oh... I'm sorry.

Demon boy: It's okay. To be honest, they were a bunch of dicks anyway. By the way, is this your cait familiar?

Blake: Yeah, his name's Fergus. *snaps fingers* Return to me.

Fergus disappeared in a puff of black smoke.

Blake: Anyway, I know you're not a member of the Demon Knights anymore. But did you at least hear anything about the attacks?

Demon boy; Hmmm, if it was attacks on humans, I think I might know one in particular. His name is Cardin and he's... well, infamous is putting it lightly.

Blake: Why exactly is he infamous?

Demon boy: Put it this way, even among demons, he's quite brutal. No one escapes an encounter with him intact. He truly is a monster.

Blake: I see. *grips wand* I hate to ask, but would you help me in finding him?

Demon boy: Well, my combat skills are a little rusty. *stands up* But if you need my help, then I will gladly lend you my services.

Blake: Thank you, Mr...?

Jaune: Jaune Arc. *smiles*

Blake didn't know why, but seeing him smile made her heart flutter a little.

Jaune: Now then, *stands up* why don't you sit down and I'll get some dinner ready.

Blake: O-Oh no no no no, I couldn't possibly-

Jaune: Don't be silly, you just came in from the cold. A hot meal will do you some good. The kitchen's not perfect, but I can whip up something real nice. Do you like tuna?

Blake: YES! I mean- uh, tuna is good.

Jaune: Two tuna steaks with asparagus and mashed potatoes coming right up. *goes into the kitchen*

Blake's stomach grumbled as she heard the sound of pots, pans and the sizzling of the fish. Drool dripped from her mouth as the buttery scent touched her nose. She smiled excitedly. Maybe she had finally found the one.

[melanirana]

Hi! I’m an Anon that goes around asking people who like to draw Sun & Moon (and more!) who their favorite & least favorite character(s) to draw are! If you don’t want to answer, that is completely fine. 🧡

So the questions are:

-Who’s easiest to draw, and who’s the hardest?

-Who’s the funnest, who takes longer?

-Who’s your least favorite to draw, and who’s you’re most favorite?

Who’s easiest to draw, and who’s the hardest?

Easiest would be Jester Sun/Moon they're suprisingly easy to draw. Hardest would be any character I haven't drawn in a while, in this case Harpy Sun and Moon

Who’s the funnest, who takes longer?

Most fun is dragon Yn, I love posing them and letting them make funny expressions (also I just love Dragons). Longest is Mer Eclipse, he has so many details.

Who’s your least favorite to draw, and who’s you’re most favorite?

Least favorite are the Yns or any humans for that sake. I'm not to happy with my artstyel right now, especially when it comes to the faces but I hope to start changing that. As for my favorite to draw, rith now it's Mer Sun.

also as a bonus for easiest is my Sona

[steddieunderdogfics]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55918678?view_adult=true

Soaring Symphony by Nameinblackandwhite (@tinytalkingtina on tumblr), Eddie is an outcast witch that stumbles upon dragon Steve injured in the woods and resolves to help. Its almost complete and an absolute blast as steddie become close and help each other work through their problems (and of course smooch a bit sgndhndgn)

Soaring Symphony by Nameinblackandwhite

@tinytalkingtina

Rating: Explicit

15,797 words, 4/5 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Magic, Magic, Witch Eddie Munson, Dragon Steve Harrington, Disabled Eddie Munson, Dragons, Blood and Injury, Shapeshifting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), First Kiss, Nudity, Getting Together, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Mating Bites, Gentle Sex, Eddie Munson Has Self-Esteem Issues, not omegaverse though, Protective Steve Harrington

Summary

Outcast witch Eddie lives alone in the woods, until one day he encounters an injured dragon in need of aid. aka, a Witch!Eddie and Dragon!Steve fantasy AU

Thanks for the rec!

This rec is a part of Theme Weekend. The theme this weekend is Fantasy AU.

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[fantazi13]

✨witches AU✨

Let me know if you are interested)

to begin with, I decided to just show you the appearance of the characters, and then in the future, maybe I will develop this AU

[blackoutbugza]

an au idea i had

patton is a father of four. he’s a usual dad; funny, protective, into sports, sweet to everyone, doesn’t swear or the one that says “there’s no swearing in this household!” he is against alcohol, but he doesn’t confront logan about it harshly.

logan is his husband. he’s a wine and cig momma obviously. tired, never wearing efficient clothing, swears the most, and the kids call him mom because they already call patton dad. he drinks way too much but tries not to expose the kids to anything. he tries to be a good parent, but he’s still trying to get his life together.

roman and remus are their two oldest, being 15. roman has the passion and love of patton but the anger issues of logan. remus has the upbeat energy of patton, and the feral swearing of logan. the two always fight, but can get along when looking after the younger two.

virgil is the middle child, being 12. he gets really nervous around logan because of his aggression so he depends on roman and remus for a lot of things and was basically raised by them and patton. he nerds out to remus about a lot of things and plays a lot of games with roman.

emile is the youngest at 8 years old. he is a little quiet like logan but they’re both great listeners. he has patton’s happiness, loving personality, and smile. roman got him into disney and remus and virgil got him into cartoons. he looks up to his parents the most.

janus is logan’s brother and the kids’s uncle. he also drinks but not as much. he comes to visit every little while and knows a lot more than everyone. him and patton are friendly, and remus sees him like a third dad. janus’s daughter is named dolores, the dragon witch.

dolores is the kids’s cousin. they call her the dragon witch because of her obsession with the wings of fire series and the dark academia aesthetic. she’s very intelligent for her age, being 14 years old. she’s very close with the twins, mostly remus, since her and roman don’t get along too often.