#there's this one of a baby dragon that i was obsessed with i kept trying to replicate it. i think i made the dragon into an oc

[francy-sketches]

just randomly remebered a book series i read as a kid ok no actually i just read books 3 4 and 5 for some reason and there's like 6 but I was really into it for a while. anyway it was one of those geronimo stilton books but the stupid rat was not in them idk why they had his name on the cover they were actually kind of gruesome from what i remember. ngl they went hard they had cool little sketches in them too and there was this blue dragon with half a tail i loved him sm i was so upset when i couldnt find fanart bc nobody knew this book u.u I'm like 99% sure it was never translated so its just an italian thing but. any of my fellow italian girlies remember this. was I the only one to ever read it

[harveybwabbit92]

Grocery girl: Ken Sato x reader pt. 1

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You were a delivery girl who was a frequently dispatched to famous baseball player's Ken Sato residence, you were a nobody that anyone hardly paid attention to, until you found the legendary baseball passed out on his front steps looking like hell, being a bit of worry wart you help him inside and that things took a HUGE turn when you find yourself playing mommy for a giant baby dragon....

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Part 2,Part3,part4

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"He's been ordering a lot of Coconut water lately..." R/n mumbled as she loaded up her delivery van with the items on the shopping list Ken Sato's assistant sent her for his bi-weekly delivery, usually he just orders beer, protein shakes and a melange western food some of which were not a common find around Japanese super markets.

R/n had to go special import stores for some of the stuff Mr. Sato orders; which takes R/n though a wild runaround of the entire city, A route that none her other coworkers had the time or patience for; even the self-proclaimed "Sato-fan queen" Who stole R/n's route gave up within 20 minutes when she couldn't find the tiny shop that sold his special brand of coffee.

Her saga ended when she tried to cut corners and grabbed random items and delivered those instead...Yeah, that went over like a lead balloon. Her majesty got a harsh chewing out by the boss after Mr. Sato's assistant complained about the delivery and threatened a restraining order after the younger devilry girl displayed an obsessive and aggressive attitude.

(I.E. taking selfies of herself in front of the house, flirting into the intercom and trying to force herself into Mr Sato's house when she realized he wasn't home.)

Needless to say, R/n was assigned Mr. Sato's personal delivery girl, cos she was the only one that didn't have crush on him. Much to the ire of her female and few male coworkers. R/n remembered the first time Mr. Sato was there to receive his groceries in person. He seemed thrown off by her complete impassiveness towards him....

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{Flashback, To Ken taking the groceries from R/n, he kept staring at the delivery girl expecting her to crack a smile or squeal excitedly or something, but no, she kept a neutral expression on her face and stayed professional during the entire transaction.]

"Uh....Aren't you going to ask for my autograph?"

"Nope."

"But...I'm Ken Sato."

"Yeah, I know who you are and I don't care. sign here."

R/n holds out her tablet as Ken stares at her baffled; he signs the digital receipt, R/n printed out the receipt sticker and slapped it on the the box the baseball player was holding, The (Y/Height) woman then tipped her hat to him before getting into her van and driving off leaving Ken standing in his driveway completely dumbfounded. 

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After that Mr. Sato and R/n kept their interactions short and sweet, which seemed to work just fine for them. But things change and R/n was going to experience a very big change in her life.

It all started when the Sato-stalker queen Or Meiko AKA: "Meimei" as calls herself on her blog invited R/n to Mr. Sato's premier game, R/n tried to reject the offer as gently as possible; sports were never really her thing, but the bottle blonde girl had guilt tripped her into going. Apparently she doesn't have many friends (wonder why?), so there was R/n sitting up in the nosebleed section while feeling awkward in the sparkly baseball jersey Meimei had insisted she wear for the occasion.

The whole time the blonde was squealing and blabbing about Mr. Sato and how handsome he was and how unfair it was that R/n got to see him, thought the older woman was quick to dash whatever hopes Meimei had of hearing about Mr. Sato's personal life by informing her that he's barely home when she delivers to him and few times he is there it's just to receive the groceries.

"What goes on in Mr. Sato's private life is not our business..." R/n affirmed Meimei just pouted and called R/n mean before turning her attention to the pitch, she gasped loudly and started shaking R/n excitedly. "Ohmygash,ohmygash!! It's him! she squealed as Mr. Sato stepped on to the field towards his position at bat.

R/n couldn't help but wince when she watched Ken miss the first two balls, she saw the catcher from the other team say something that peeved off Mr. Sato; it looked like they were going to throw down until the umpire calmed it down and Mr. Sato change his position at the third pitch.

He pulled off an impressive power hit that got the crowd screaming and cheering. However, as Meimei was squealing and shaking R/n for what seemed to be for the umpteenth time she failed to notice her older coworker's attention was completely fixated on something else.

She felt R/n suddenly grab her hand. Meimei looked at R/n bemused but then noticed her shocked expression as the older delivery girl pointed up at the sky; the younger one followed her gaze and lost all of her peppiness in seconds as an explosion from a downed aircraft went off over the stadium causing the entire place to shake!

The stadium erupted into chaos as R/n instinctively covered her younger coworker from any fallen debris as the Kaiju alert system went off ordering everyone to evacuate! R/n and Meimei wasted no time getting out of the stadium just in time to see Ultraman arrive and punch the Kaiju away from the stadium. R/n stood back to watch them fight for a few moments before a hysterical Meimei dragged her away...

{Cut to a few hours later}

R/n was finishing up a few late night deliveries, some of her coworker didn't want to come in due to the monster attack so R/n was forced to take over their shifts. She had just finished delivering cat-food to a nice old lady, when she got a call from Mr. Sato he wanted donuts and coffee.

R/n sighed and went to work she pulled up to Ken's home on the old delivery scooter the boss had rusting in the back seeing as it was a small delivery, it was raining heavily by the time she pulled up to the house. R/n walked up and knocked the door Mr. Sato opened the door and looked startled to see her.

"Uh, What are you doing here so late?" He asked looking around his driveway, R/n cocked a brow and held up his order like it should be obvious. "Yeah, I know...But it's usually the old guy that delivers this late." R/n explained he took the night off she was filing in, Ken reluctantly took the donuts when he notices how wet her uniform was and looked outside again and noticed the rusty scooter just chilling in his driveway and frowned.

"You didn't drive all the way up here on that thing did you?" R/n just shrugged Mr. Sato looked like he was going invite her in or something, but they were interrupted by a weird cry coming from somewhere in the house. "What was that?" R/n inquired bouncing on her toes trying to look over his shoulder, the baseball player got this 'oh crap' look on his face as he quickly blocked her view.

"Uh, Nothing, j-just my TV! Here's your tip!" R/n's phone pinged the delivery girl's usual calm demeanor was replaced with one of panic as she tried to explain that Japan doesn't practice tipping! Only for her eyes widened in shock the amount he sent her. "...And e-Even if we did do tips, I think you overdid-" Mr. Sato quickly cuts her off. "No I didn't!" and slammed the door in her face.

R/n blinked a few times as she looked between her phone and the door baffled after a few seconds of trying figure out what that all about? Before shrugging then walked back her scooter and drove off....

{Ken gave the reader about three hundred dollars.)

[Next time R/n finds out just what Mr. Sato was hiding in his house the encounter was both cute and terrifying.]

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Cross posted on my A03/Squidgeworld/Wattpad.

[kckt88]

A Heartbeat Between Us VI

Summary:

Things between Y.N and Aemond get tense as her due date approaches.

Warning(s): Angst, Drama, Fluff, Tension, Petty Disagreements, Frustration, Kissing, Allusion to Sex, Labour, Child Birth.

AEMOND x Y.N

Word Count: 4750

A.N - Took Inspiration from Friends (The one where Rachel is late).

A.N - Most of the story is already written, as I start a new job on Saturday :-)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated, do not copy/post to other sights without my permission.

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As Y.N’s due date approached, the final weeks of her pregnancy were a flurry of last-minute preparations.

She and Aemond made multiple trips to baby stores, ticking off the remaining items on their list: tiny baby clothes, boxes of nappies, and, of course, the pram.

Aemond, for all his intelligence and competence in other areas, found himself stumped by the bloody contraption.

One evening, they stood in the living room as he tried to fold the pram down. Y.N. sat on the sofa, watching him with growing amusement.

"How do you manage this with just a few clicks?" Aemond grumbled, pressing buttons, pulling levers, but the pram remained stubbornly upright.

Y.N. laughed so hard she clutched her belly.

"It’s not that hard. Watch." She stood up and, with a few quick movements, had the pram folded and set aside.

Aemond stared at the pram, then at her, and back at the pram. "You’re mocking me," he muttered, but a small smile played at the corners of his mouth.

Seeing her joy, even at his expense, was worth the mild humiliation.

They also hosted Alicent for dinner one evening and she had practically melted at the sight of the nursery.

The soft, cream and blue décor, the dragon mobile, and the carefully arranged baby furniture brought a wide smile to her face.

“Oh, Aemond,” Alicent said, her eyes bright with pride, “This is perfect. The baby will be so loved here.”

Meanwhile, Aemond had reluctantly resumed his game nights with Aegon, Daeron, and Helaena.

While he loved spending time with his siblings, Aegon’s constant teasing about Y.N. still irritated him to no end.

He was convinced that his brother harboured a playful, if not slightly serious, attraction to her.

The knowing looks Aegon would shoot him during the evenings, paired with the offhanded comments about how lucky Aemond was, drove him mad.

Yet, for Y.N.’s sake, he kept his cool—mostly.

Except for that one incident where he may or may not have accidentally on purpose shoved Aegon's head into the table when Y.N excused herself and went to the bathroom.

At home, Y.N. had taken time off from her job and settled into a comfortable routine as her pregnancy neared its end.

However, as she edged closer to 40 weeks, she grew increasingly frustrated.

"I feel like a balloon about to pop," she grumbled one evening, sprawled on the sofa while Aemond massaged her swollen feet.

Aemond, who was trying to remain calm on the outside but was secretly on pins and needles every day at work, nodded sympathetically.

"It’ll happen when the baby is ready," he said, though inside he was just as eager as she was.

Every time his phone buzzed during meetings, he found himself hoping it was her saying it was time, only to be met with disappointment.

He had taken to keeping his phone on the loudest setting, checking it obsessively, and texting her constantly to make sure she was alright.

Each day that passed without that long-awaited call made him more anxious.

The tension in the penthouse had been unbearable over the last few days. Y.N.’s growing discomfort and frustration with being overdue had turned every small annoyance into a full-blown argument.

Aemond, while trying to be as patient as possible, found himself at a loss. Everything he did seemed to irritate her.

If he tried to comfort her, she snapped. If he gave her space, she complained he was being distant. It was driving him insane, but he knew it wasn’t really her fault.

Their sex life had also dwindled into sparse encounters, because Y.N was getting too uncomfortable and Aemond was worried about hurting the baby, which Y.N took completely the wrong way and became convinced he was disgusted by her and she bawled her eyes out until he took her to bed and devoured her cunt like a starving man.

One night, things came to a head. After yet another disagreement, Y.N. stormed off to the spare room and slammed the door shut, refusing to speak to him for two days.

Aemond, for his part, left her alone, but the silence between them weighed heavily, filling the apartment with a tension that was almost suffocating.

He kept telling himself it was just the stress and hormones, but it didn’t make it any easier.

And neither did Aegon's closeness to Y.N, it would grate on Aemond consistantly, that he would bear the brunt of her frustration but Aegon would get the smiles and the joy when he would sneak her chilli cheese bites from Burger King or Hot Wings from KFC.

Even Daeron was granted her smiles but him nooooo he was only granted the version of her that resembled a man eating beast from those damn movies she liked so much.

Sometimes she would glare at him and Aemond was convinced that she was about to eat him alive.

The tension only grew worse when they attended her final midwife appointment. They sat in the examination room, the air thick with unspoken frustrations.

As they waited for the midwife, Marie, to arrive, Aemond began rhythmically tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair.

Y.N. shot him a glare. “Tell me, Aemond, have you always been this irritating?” she snapped.

Aemond frowned, glancing over at her. "I'm not trying to irritate you."

"Well, I guess you just have a natural talent for it," she retorted, her voice sharp and biting.

Aemond sighed, leaning back in the chair. "You know, the midwife will be here soon. Maybe we shouldn’t speak until then."

Y.N. pulled a face, her irritation flaring even more. "Oh, okay then," she said mockingly.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, the room filled with palpable tension.

But Y.N., too restless to let it go, spoke up again.

"Seriously, Aemond, breathe louder. That’s great," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Aemond clenched his jaw, shooting her a look. "You know, we should probably ask the midwife if she even knows how to deliver a baby that’s half human and half pure evil."

Before Y.N. could respond, the door opened, and Marie entered the room, wearing her usual kind smile.

"Good morning, Marie! How are you?" Y.N. greeted her with a smile that was shockingly pleasant considering the argument she’d just been having.

Aemond shot her a sideways glance, his frustration bubbling over. "Oh, so you’re nice to her," he muttered darkly.

Y.N. rounded on him, her eyes flashing with irritation. "She has the drugs," she hissed through gritted teeth.

Marie, ever professional, pretended not to notice the exchange as she began her checkup.

"Alright, Y.N., let’s have a quick look," she said gently. Y.N. lay back on the examination table, opening her legs as Marie prepared for the exam.

"Eight days late now, huh? You must be getting pretty uncomfortable," Marie commented sympathetically.

Y.N. let out a dry laugh. "Yeah, just a bit," she said, her tone laced with sarcasm.

Aemond scoffed beside her, but said nothing more.

Marie began the examination, then smiled up at them. "Well, you’re 80% effaced, so things are definitely progressing. But it could still take a little while longer," she explained. "If you’re feeling anxious, there are a few ways to help things along."

"Do them" Aemond blurted out, leaning forward.

The stress of the last few days, combined with his helplessness in this situation, was starting to show.

Marie gave him an understanding smile. "Actually, they’re things you can do at home. Some natural remedies that have been shown to be effective in helping labour along."

Y.N. nodded eagerly. "We’re ready to try anything," she said.

Marie began to list off the options. "Well, there’s an herbal tea you can try, eating spicy food, and taking long walks—"

"Great," Y.N. interrupted. "I’ll do those."

Marie smiled but hesitated for a moment before continuing. "However, there’s one remedy that’s proven to be most effective in encouraging labour-and that’s sex."

Y.N. looked at Aemond with a glimmer of hope in her eyes, but Aemond’s face immediately fell into a look of disbelief.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," he muttered, rubbing his temple.

Aemond and Y.N sat in the penthouse, the dinner table littered with empty plates from what felt like the hundredth spicy meal they'd shared in hopes of triggering labour.

Y.N poked at her remaining enchilada, sighing in frustration.

"Aemond, we've tried all the spicy food. It's not working," she said, exasperated.

Aemond, ever determined, pushed a small plate toward her.

"Okay, how about one of these peppers? It’s supposed to be really hot." He sounded so sure of himself, as he picked on up and took a bite.

Gasping in surprise when the spice burnt his mouth.

Y.N looked at him, rolled her eyes, but took the pepper anyway, popping it into her mouth.

She chewed it with no visible reaction, much to Aemond’s disbelief.

His eye widened as he watched her, while he took a sip of water to cool his burning tongue.

"I feel nothing," she said, almost too casually, as Aemond continued to sip from his glass. Y.N then looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Speaking of hot, watching you struggle with that pepper really makes me want to have sex with you."

Aemond nearly choked on his water, setting the glass down with a thud.

"Stop it," he muttered, wiping his mouth.

"Oh, come on," Y.N teased. "Why are we wasting time with all this other stuff? We know what's going to work. It's midwife recommended."

"We have to have some boundaries," Aemond said sternly, his resolve trying to hold firm.

Y.N scoffed. "You didn’t care about boundaries when you were putting the baby in there." She crossed her arms and raised a brow at him.

Aemond shot her a look. "As I recall, you were also an active participant."

Y.N waved her hand dismissively. "That’s not the point, and you know it."

Aemond sighed, leaning back in his chair. "I’m not going to make love to you just so you’ll go into labour."

Y.N laughed loudly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Make love? What are you, a girl?"

"Always a great way to get into a man’s pants," Aemond muttered sarcastically, rolling his eye.

"No-come on wuss, make loooove to me" said Y.N smirking.

"Seriously-" exclaimed Aemond.

Y.N leaned forward, her voice dripping with humour. "Come on, just think of it as providing a service. Just think of me as a ketchup bottle—sometimes you’ve gotta bang on the end of it to get something out."

Aemond shot her a deadpan look, his voice flat. "I love it when you talk dirty to me."

"Aemy-" Y.N whined, pouting a little as she leaned her elbows on the table. "I’m miserable here." She looked at him with wide eyes, batting her lashes playfully, and the use of her nickname for him weakened his resolve.

Aemond clenched his jaw. "You—what—never mind."

"What, Aemy? Are you not going to talk?" she teased, mockingly. "How on earth will you ever annoy me? Oh, wait a minute, I know—" She exaggerated her breathing, mimicking the way Aemond breathed loudly, then added with a smirk, "You’d think that damn pepper would’ve cleared your sinuses, but nooo-"

Before she could say anything more, Aemond lunged toward her, pulling her into a deep, heated kiss that took her by surprise.

Y.N blinked up at him, breathless. "What are you doing?"

He took her hand firmly, standing up and pulling her toward the bedroom, his face set with determination. "I’m getting that baby out of you."

Aemond was jolted awake by the sound of a pained cry and the sharp clatter of glass smashing. His heart pounded in his chest as he shot up in bed, immediately noticing that Y.N. wasn’t beside him.

Panic surged through him as he leapt out of bed, rushing toward the source of the noise.

Entering the kitchen, he found Y.N. hunched over, clutching the counter, her face twisted in pain. A shattered glass lay scattered across the floor.

"Y.N.?" he called out, his voice tight with concern.

She turned her head toward him, her face pale and strained. "I think it's time," she gasped before letting out another cry, her body wracked with pain.

Without hesitation, Aemond carefully made his way over, avoiding the broken glass, and gently took her hand. She clung to him, shaking as he helped move her away from the mess.

Y.N. suddenly gasped, looking down as a trickle of water began to run down her legs. Her wide eyes met his, fear and excitement swirling within them.

"It's definitely time," Aemond confirmed, trying to remain calm despite the rapid thudding of his heart.

"I need to get changed first," she whispered through laboured breaths.

Aemond helped her to the bedroom, supporting her as they slowly made their way across the penthouse.

He carefully dressed her in comfortable clothes, his fingers trembling as he moved. Then he quickly threw on jeans and a shirt, grabbing the suitcase Y.N. had packed weeks ago.

Just as they were about to leave, another contraction hit, and Y.N. cried out in pain, her hand clutching Aemond’s forearm tightly.

His heart ached at the sight of her discomfort, but he stayed steady, whispering reassurances.

"You're doing great. Just breathe," he murmured, kissing her forehead.

He grabbed his car keys, and together, they made their way out of the penthouse.

The drive to the hospital was agonizing for Aemond, though he tried his best to keep calm.

Every pained cry or sharp gasp from Y.N. made his hands tighten on the wheel, his heart clenching painfully.

He hated seeing her in so much discomfort, knowing there was little he could do but get her to the hospital as quickly as possible.

Finally, they arrived. Aemond parked the car and immediately helped Y.N. inside, gripping her hand as she leaned on him for support.

He helped her check in at the front desk, and she looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, her voice trembling.

"Please, don’t leave me," she whispered, her fear evident.

Aemond's heart clenched, and he pulled her closer, brushing a kiss to her forehead. "I won’t ever leave you. I promise."

"I-I'm sorry for being such a bitch to you"

"It's ok-it's all forgotten" replied Aemond.

As she was being checked over by the nurses, Aemond quickly sent off a text to his mother, letting her know that Y.N. was in labour.

He then shot off a quick message to Helaena, knowing she’d take care of informing Aegon and Daeron.

The moment he heard Y.N. calling for him, his phone was forgotten. He rushed back into the room, his heart pounding with urgency.

"I'm here," he said softly, taking her hand in his as he knelt beside her. "I’m not going anywhere."

Hours had passed, and the labour had intensified. Y.N was in agony as each contraction ripped through her body, her face contorted in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Aemond remained at her side the entire time, unable to bear seeing her like this. His heart ached with every pained cry she made.

He had lashed out at the midwives more than once, demanding they do something—anything—to help her.

But all they could do was reassure him that everything was progressing as it should.

Despite his own helpless frustration, Aemond never let go of Y.N's hand, even as she squeezed it with such force he was sure his bones would crack under the pressure.

But he would endure it without a second thought. Pressing kisses to her sweat-soaked forehead, he whispered constant encouragement, telling her to breathe, reminding her she was doing great.

And then, it was time to push.

Y.N cried out, her strength nearly spent. "I don’t know if I can keep doing this," she gasped, her voice trembling with exhaustion.

Aemond immediately leaned in, his forehead pressed to hers, his voice low but firm. "Yes, you can. You’re the strongest, smartest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. I can’t live without you." His words were filled with so much love and admiration that despite her pain, Y.N found the strength to push again.

The midwife, Marie, encouraged her as the baby’s head crowned. "Just one more, Y.N. You’re so close!"

With a final scream, Y.N pushed, and suddenly, the sound of a baby’s strong, healthy cries filled the room.

Aemond’s voice trembled as he whispered, "He’s here. Oh, gods, he’s here."

Y.N, exhausted, collapsed back against the pillows, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

But Aemond’s joyful cry brought her back. She opened her eyes and struggled to sit up, her chest heaving as she took in the sight of their newborn son.

Aemond, eyes filled with unshed tears, helped her sit up, his hands trembling.

As Marie placed the squalling, wriggling newborn onto Y.N's chest, happy tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Oh, he’s so beautiful," she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion as she gazed down at their son.

Aemond, who rarely allowed his emotions to show so openly, sobbed quietly as he stared at the tiny life they had created.

His eye was glued to the baby’s small, delicate features—his tiny hands, his soft, silver hair, and those piercing blue eyes.

"He looks just like you," Y.N said softly, running her fingers through the baby’s soft hair. She smiled up at Aemond, who was rendered speechless by the overwhelming love he felt.

His child. Their son.

Marie gently asked, "Does he have a name?"

Y.N nodded, her voice filled with pride and love. "Jack Aemond Targaryen."

As the midwife, Marie, finished wrapping up baby Jack in a soft blanket, she turned to Aemond and asked, "Would you like to hold your son?"

Aemond froze, panic flashing in his eye. "I-I've never held a baby before."

Marie smiled reassuringly. "Don’t worry, I’ll show you how." With practiced hands, she gently placed Jack into Aemond’s arms, guiding him on how to support his tiny head.

Slowly, Aemond’s tension melted as he adjusted, the weight of his son both heavy with responsibility and light as a feather.

Before he knew it, Aemond was grinning, a quiet, proud smile tugging at his lips as he looked down at his son. Jack squirmed slightly but remained peaceful in his arms, so small and perfect.

Aemond's chest tightened with an overwhelming rush of emotion. The world around him seemed to blur, everything else vanishing as he stared at the life he had helped create.

As the midwives began tending to Y.N and the afterbirth, Aemond remained mesmerized by his son. The reality of fatherhood hit him hard in this quiet moment.

When Y.N had first told him she was pregnant, he had offered his support immediately, without hesitation. But deep down, he’d been terrified. His own father had been distant, cold—an example of everything a father shouldn’t be.

Aemond had no idea how to be a good father, how to give his son the love and care he deserved.

But now, holding Jack in his arms, a surge of love, unlike anything he had ever felt, filled him. He vowed silently, with everything in him, that his son would never feel the same isolation and neglect that he had experienced.

Jack would always know he was loved, that Aemond was there for him in every way. He would give his son the attention and affection that he himself had longed for.

Once Y.N had been helped and everything was sorted, Marie mentioned she could take a shower to freshen up.

Aemond carefully placed Jack in his cot and immediately went to help Y.N. She was a bit unsteady on her feet, the exhaustion of labour evident, so Aemond stayed close, supporting her as they made their way to the bathroom.

He washed her hair gently, his hands tender as he helped her clean up, mindful of her every movement.

She had already started bleeding, so he helped her with the pad and assisted in getting her dressed.

When they returned, he had pulled a few strings and arranged for Y.N. to have a private room.

Once she was comfortable and laid in bed, Aemond couldn’t resist stroking her cheek. He leaned down and kissed her, soft and full of love.

Y.N's fingers instinctively tangled in his hair, and she whispered, "You keep kissing me."

Aemond pulled back slightly, worry creeping in. Was he pushing too much? Overwhelming her with affection when she might need space?

"Do you-want me to stop?" he asked, his voice careful, trying to hide his uncertainty.

Y.N’s fingers brushed over her lips, and she quickly replied, "No."

A wide smile broke across Aemond's face, his relief and happiness palpable. "I'm happy, Y.N. So happy."

She touched his face, her eyes soft and filled with emotion. "So am I."

This was it—the moment he had been waiting for. Aemond’s heart pounded in his chest as he took a deep breath.

Now or never. He leaned closer, his heart swelling with emotion. "I-I want to tell you that I lov—"

Before the words could leave his lips, the door burst open. Aegon strutted in, followed closely by Alicent, Daeron, and Helaena.

Aemond bit back a groan, his moment lost as his family swarmed into the room.

Alicent’s face lit up with joy as she carefully took Jack into her arms for the first time. Her eyes softened as she gazed down at her first grandchild, her smile tender and full of love.

"Oh, he's beautiful," she whispered. She gently rocked him, her heart swelling as she savoured the moment. “What’s his name?”

Aemond, standing proudly beside Y.N’s bed, smiled and said, “Jack.”

Alicent raised her brows slightly, surprised. “Jack? It’s not very Targaryen,” she remarked, though her tone was more curious than critical.

Aemond nodded. “It’s in honour of Y.N’s grandfather.”

At that, Alicent’s face softened even more. She nodded approvingly, clearly touched by the gesture.

"That's lovely," she said, staring down at her grandson with pride and affection.

Of course, Aegon couldn’t resist making his presence known. “So, Y.N.,” he asked with a mischievous grin, “how much did it hurt?”

Y.N. narrowed her eyes at him, unimpressed. “How about I kick you in the balls, and then you’ll have an idea?”

Aegon grimaced, backing off slightly as Daeron burst into laughter. “She’s got you there,” Daeron teased, clapping Aegon on the back.

Meanwhile, Helaena stood nearby, completely mesmerized by her tiny nephew. She leaned in, peering at him with wide, curious eyes. “He’s so perfect,” she murmured, utterly enamoured.

Suddenly, Jack began to cry, his small face scrunching up as the sound filled the room.

Alicent chuckled softly. “Sounds like someone is hungry,” she said as she carefully handed him back to Y.N.

Y.N. exposed her breast and gently guided Jack to latch on, and he began to nurse immediately, his cries fading.

A moment of quiet awe fell over the room as they watched the newborn find comfort in his mother’s arms.

Daeron shook his head in disbelief, glancing over at Aemond. “I still can’t believe you’re a dad,” he said, smiling.

Aemond, beaming with pride, hugged his younger brother. “Neither can I,” he admitted, his voice full of wonder.

Aegon, true to form, was less subtle. His attention was quickly drawn to Y.N. breastfeeding. “Whoa, look at him go. He’s definitely your kid, Aemond.”

Without missing a beat, Aemond slapped Aegon on the back of the head. “Don’t look at her breast, you pervert.”

Aegon shrugged, rubbing his head. “It was an accident.”

Aemond, his patience wearing thin, glared at him. “Get the fuck out,” he demanded.

Leaning over, Aegon pressed a soft kiss to Y.N.’s forehead. “I’ll come back soon.”

Y.N., still nursing Jack, smiled up at him and said, “Can you bring me a chocolate bar and some Lucozade when you do?”

 “Anything for you, Y.N.,” said Aegon with a cheeky grin as he sauntered out of the room, completely ignoring Aemond’s death glare.

As Aegon left, Daeron leaned in and whispered to Aemond, “He’s doing it on purpose. Ignore him, and he’ll give up.”

Aemond huffed. “He’ll give up when my fist is in his face.”

Y.N. suddenly yawned, exhausted from the day’s events. Noticing, Aemond turned to the others. “Alright, that’s enough excitement for one day. It’s time for Y.N. to rest.”

Alicent leaned over and kissed Y.N. gently on the cheek. “You did so well, my dear. Rest now,” she said softly.

Helaena smiled warmly. “I’ll make some meals for you both, so you won’t have to worry about cooking once you’re home.”

Aemond nodded in gratitude as Daeron gave him a firm clap on the back.

“Take care of her and the little one,” Daeron said, waving goodbye to Y.N. as the family made their way out.

After Jack finished nursing, Aemond carefully lifted him to rub his back, gently patting until the baby let out a small burp.

Smiling, Aemond placed him in the little cot beside Y.N. and tucked him in under the soft blanket Helaena had made.

Y.N., exhausted but happy, looked at Aemond. “Will you stay until I fall asleep?”

Aemond nodded immediately. “Of course.”

He sat beside her, taking her hand in his, feeling a deep sense of peace settle over him.

He glanced down at their sleeping son, so small and perfect, and then over to Y.N., who had already begun to drift off, her breathing steady and calm.

Aemond smiled to himself, squeezing her hand gently, thinking how lucky he was to have both of them in his life.

Aemond hurried back to the penthouse, his mind still swirling with the overwhelming realization that he was now a father.

He moved almost on autopilot as he showered and changed into fresh clothes, but the feeling of awe and disbelief remained.

He had a son. His son. It felt surreal.

As he was about to leave for the hospital, he decided to stop by a florist and picked up a bouquet of sunflowers—Y.N.’s favourite.

He wanted to make her smile, to show her how much she meant to him, especially after everything she'd just gone through.

Returning to the hospital, Aemond's good mood evaporated the moment he walked into the room and saw Aegon sitting beside the bed, holding Jack. His brows furrowed as he asked, “Where is Y.N.?”

Aegon, lounging comfortably, glanced up with a grin. “She’s just nipped for a shower. She asked me to watch Jack. Is that okay with you?” he added with a slightly cheeky tone, knowing it would irk Aemond.

Aemond narrowed his eye but sighed. “I suppose so.”

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Y.N. appeared, looking refreshed in clean pyjamas, her hair wrapped in a towel.

A bright smile crossed her face when she saw Aemond standing there. “Oh, you’re back!” she said warmly, walking over to him.

Aemond wasted no time in wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in for a soft kiss.

“I missed you,” he murmured against her lips before handing her the sunflowers.

Y.N.’s face lit up as she took the flowers. “They’re beautiful. I love them. Thank you,” she said, kissing him again.

Aemond, still basking in her smile, then turned his attention to Jack. He took the baby from Aegon, holding his son close to his chest, instantly feeling that surge of love again as he stared at the tiny face nestled in his arms.

Meanwhile, Aegon reached for a small carrier bag sitting next to him. “Oh, by the way, I got you something,” he said, handing it to Y.N.

She peeked inside and immediately let out a squeal of excitement. “A chocolate bar and Lucozade!”

She hugged Aegon in appreciation before eagerly unwrapping the chocolate and taking a big bite. “You have no idea how much I needed this,” she sighed contentedly.

Aemond watched with a small smile but raised an eyebrow when Y.N. turned to him with more news. “Oh, while you were gone, the midwives said I could go home.”

His smile faded slightly with concern. “Already? Isn’t it a little too soon?”

Y.N. shook her head. “I’d much rather be at home. We can start getting Jack into a routine, and I’ll be more comfortable there.”

Aemond considered it for a moment before nodding. It did make sense. He wanted them home, too—where he could make sure both Y.N. and Jack had everything they needed. “Alright, if you’re sure.”

Aegon piped up then, smirking. “I’ll give you guys a hand.”

Aemond shot him a look. “I’m more than capable of handling it.”

Aegon held up his hands in mock surrender. “I know, but if you’re carrying Jack, you can’t expect Y.N. to carry her suitcase after just having a baby.”

Aemond clenched his jaw, annoyed but unable to argue. Aegon was right.

Before he could reply, the midwife entered the room with a smile and a folder of paperwork. “I’ve got your discharge papers here,” she said, glancing at Y.N. and then Jack.

Aemond sighed, knowing that Aegon’s presence would continue to irritate him, but he focused on the positive—his family was going home, and that was what mattered most.

TBC

[yanderes-galore]

Hi hope you’re doing ok ! Would it be alright if I request a Short story for yandere romance MK where the reader(if possible female if not gn is fine) finds out about his weird dark hobbies /thoughts. Reader tries to keep her distance only for it to backfire immediately. Now reader is trying to escape from MK only for the reader to bump into Mei, hoping to be helped the reader goes to her only for dragon girl to trick them and lead them back to MK much to the reader betrayal and MK joy 🌺anon 

Sure! Doesn't look like I added your anon name to my list... so I'll do that before this is posted :) Anyways, I hope I did well... Here's delusional MK having Mei help him keep you for himself.

Two Faced

Yandere! MK Oneshot (With Enabler! Mei)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Stalking, Mei enables MK, Implied kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Clingy behavior, Secret picture taking, Unwanted affection (Kisses and hugs), Consensual turned forced relationship.

It was hard to say 'no' when it came to your ex, MK. He didn't force you into anything... but it was hard to stand your ground when he gave you those damn puppy eyes. Unfortunately... you were going to hit your limit at some point.

MK had always been... clingy. Clingy to the point it began to cause problems in your life. You loved him, you really did...

But he could never leave his girlfriend alone if he tried.

You immediately knew something was wrong when you noticed MK's strange behavior. Normally you never suspected a thing, he was just clingy and overly attentive. He's such a sweetheart...

One who apparently stalks his girlfriend.

It was when you found his diary and secret photo album that you noticed MK's behavior. You had a feeling he was watching you. With all those powers of his, anything was possible...

Those items were your breaking point.

You had broken up with MK since you found out his behavior. It was a difficult process, MK didn't make it easy to leave him. Not with all his pleading and tears....

You had distanced yourself from MK after the breakup. You knew he wasn't taking it well. How could you not when he kept blowing up your phone or kept trying to follow you around?

Mei had been the one you usually go to in order to vent. You had told her all about MK's behavior. You worry about him, but at the same time, you're concerned about his unhealthy behavior.

Mei always smiles and nods, listening to your pleas. She's a good friend of MK's too, yet she knows he's been strange lately. It hurts you both to see him cry... but he'll get over it...

....

He never did.

"Baby, please! I miss you!" MK pleads as you run. His condition has only seemed to worsen since the last time you saw him. Has he even showered properly?

"You were supposed to be my girl! I'm sorry I messed up, baby... please come back! I'll be better!" MK yells while you run through the quickly darkening streets.

He had waited until after work to confront you. You had just gotten out of your own job, expecting to walk home like normal. Unfortunately, when you got home...

MK was there with a nervous smile, twitching eagerly as he tried to go in for a hug.

After that you had ditched. You needed to run. You needed to go find help... but who could you—?

Your eyes widen when you see the familiar green attire of your friend. You run down an alley, waiting for MK to pass, before approaching Mei. Tears are in your eyes... you're out of breath...

"Help...!" You plead, Mei giving you a surprised look.

"Hey, girl... what's wrong?" Mei asks, looking concerned with you being so out of breath.

"MK... He's lost it! You gotta help me... I don't know how to fix this...!" You plead, Mei nodding in thought.

"... alright, come on, let's fix this." Mei agrees, quietly taking your hand. You give a thankful smile and follow your friend gratefully.

You're led through the streets. You assume Mei might take you somewhere to get help, or maybe even let you rest at her home. Either way... you feel very comforted by your friend...

However...

After a few minutes you find yourself in front of MK.

"W-What are you doing!?" You plead, looking at Mei with hurt eyes. Her own gaze is conflicted... yet determined.

"You wanted to fix things... right?" Mei whispers, glancing at MK. "In order to do that... maybe you two should talk?"

You can't believe what you're hearing.

"Mei! You found her! You actually found her!" MK squeals, giddy over the fact he finally has his girlfriend back. "Yes! Come here, baby...."

You yelp when MK pulls you into a bone crushing hug, Mei awkwardly watching from the side. She feels horrible... you didn't deserve this. But at the same time...

She couldn't bear to watch MK cry over you anymore, it only made him more destructive....

You struggle but MK is stronger than you. He peppers you in kisses and hugs, whispering pet names as he clings to you. You can't tell if you want to cry... or scream....

"Thank you so much, Mei..." MK whispers, glancing up at his friend. "I'm going to take my baby home now, she and I have some... catching up to do."

Mei nods quietly, watching as MK drags you down the street. You're struggling, tears brimming your eyes as you look to Mei for help. Mei hesitates... but doesn't react.

MK needs you...

Hopefully things go back to normal after this since he has you... right?

[jellyfishsthings]

WARNINGS: reader is a Velaryon with some Targaryen features but not an OC, this is just some story building there will be other parts. I just finished the books and I am obsessed with GOT wither way I was bored and this is the result so beware ... I think that's it. Also Theon is a pookie in this fic because I said so

PAIRING: fem!reader x Robb Stark (romantically), fem!reader x Jon Snow (platonically), fem!reader x Theon Greyjoy (platonically)

part 1 , part 3

The King arrived at gloomy day, filled with dark grey clouds and thundering skies. An alliance was to happen by wedding, the heir of the Iron Throne, a snotty kid that as too proud and too arrogant was to wed his Sansa. Theon was a bundle of nerves and restless energy as he stood beside his Velaryon friend and puffed up his chest as Jon did to hide her from the eyes of the King. He was silently seething with anger and the only thing that lifted his mood was the jabs that she and Jon made about the royal family. Yet their tries to protect her were to no avail, as the Kings beady eyes focused on her. Really, she wasn't trying to go unnoticed, she had worn a bright red dress with black detailing, Targaryen colors and starred at him in the eyes smirking tauntingly. Robb was bitting his tongue to withheld a comment for her bold attitude and Lady Catelyn's eyes held an immense disapproval, the only one that enjoyed her antics was Ned that had chuckled when he had first seen her in the dress and he said that she should do something to make the silver in her hair more prominent.

Her undefined gaze was going to be haunting him until his last days. The babe he had tried to kill was staring back at him. He had been shocked to the core and the boys at her side to visibly restrain themselves from grabbing her, placing her somewhere away from him. It was too much.

At the dinner feast they hadn't been allowed to sit at their usual places, not fit to dine with the royals, yet they seemed to be having a blast, as Theon was a beetroot red and Jon was gaping at him like a fish and she had been laughing uncontrollably.

"That cannot possibly be true." Jon's exasperated voice whispered as he finally connected the dots. And she was singing under her breath "Theon and Sansa walking in the woods K I S S I N G." Eventually what had done it was a broken wineglass in Theon's hand as he watched the snotty kid stroke Sansa's hair.

"As if you are any better. Laughing at my face you prick. 'Oh, he is just so handsome, I want to have his babies."

"I never said that." She weakly defended herself.

"What? Who -?"

"Little miss perfect over here is head over heels for your brother."

"WHAT?" Jon's voice echoed in the room and he hastily apologized before gapping at her, as she cursed them both and asked them to be quiet. "That can't be true." With one look he could tell. "It is? Oh, seven hells, why are you both like this."

"It's the eyes alright?" They both claimed at the same time and then proceeded to glare at the other, practically promising bloody murder.

"Wait... is that why when you barged in like a bull while we were shaving you went bright red?"

"No" she answered with a small voice as Theon hissed "At least I kept up my part of the deal."

"What deal?" Jon question and regretted it immediately as they both exclaimed "nothing" with one voice.

"Well, at least I hide it better than you."

"As if! You are practically ogling him right now. I have finesse, whereas you are like a creepy maid."

"I didn't notice if it makes you feel better."

"Thank you, brother." Theon said appreciatingly as she muttered under her breath "You wouldn't notice a flying dragon over your head also." Small pieces of bread land on her as they attacked her and booed her comment. Her laughter quiet as she yielded.

"I will have you know. I notice a lot of things. Like did you know that Arya's maid is sleeping with a stableboy."

"Yeah. For years."

"Those are old news Snow."

"Bullshit. You are lying the lot of you."

"Oh, my dear gentle innocent Jon. Who do you think introduced them?" Theon said in a mimic of a seductive voice. "Sir Lover."

"Is that supposed to be you?"

"Obviously."

"Ha, Sir can't keep-it-in-his-pants more like."

"Or Sir too-lovestruck."

"Tease me all you like, my sweet haters. But I shall win my girl."

"Keep dreaming Greyjoy."

[yourlocalstranger123]

Part 1

characters: Nahida, zhongli, Raiden/Ei, Scaramouche/wanderer, Xiao/alatus, Venti, dottore, Albedo, aether/lumine/traveler and abyss prince/princess, dainsleif, azhdaha, miko, celestial

Note: I put the celestials and zhongli even though I already did them because I forgot to put in what they would do if you finally are in Teyvat. Also, some characters don't have their own section, just in someone's else. [Like Miko in Ei's]

Warning: Some have slight NSFW, but technically, it's mostly SFW, slight yandere or maybe just full on yandere and obsessed. Idk-

[They all wonder why you're calling them your baby girl(s)—]

//

Celestials might be a little greedy for trying to convince or guilt trap you to stay with them a bit longer.....

//

Zhongli. [ I know I already did zhongli, but I didn't put in what happened when you finally got into teyvat] he was so thrilled. If he was in his dragon body, his tail would've been wagging like a dog. His knees became weak by your presence. He just wanted you to touch him. He finally felt the warmth...although azhdaha just had to steal you from him! He also had a dragon form, so why don't you ask him to transform into it? You could see him in a corner with a slight frown [pout]. At least he gets head pats. [He'll get spoiled sooner or later 🤭]

//

Xiao. He was loyal to zhongli for sure, but you? He is obsessed with you. When he was alatus, you were the light who he always kept precious. You gave him warmth all those torturous years. You were the reason he could endure it before zhongli had finally saved him from it. He didn't know you were the creator. But when he finally knew, he was so happy. You were always with him, giving everyone hope and the same warmth that you gave him to the others and his friends. Why are you keeping giving him tofu to summon him? He's so very grateful for your cooking and thoughts, but you don't need to. Just call his name with your beautiful voice. You still do it though, which makes him slightly flustered as you can see the tips of his ears go red as he greets you. He was so, SO flustered and shy when you let him on your lap and hug you or lay on it. His eyes went heavy as he closed them. The first time in his whole life, he had a wonderful dream....(of you)

Nahida. Honestly, she felt really happy with you. Even when she was locked away, she felt you reaching for her. She still could feel the warmth, and that's why she's still having hope for someone to save her. Since she is literally the god of knowledge, she already knew you were the creator. Honestly, when you finally went to Teyvat, she didn't expect to be your child suddenly. Although she's not complaining! She loves it when you smother her with your parently love. [You totally did not try to beat the soul out of the grand sages for locking her up, and people, even some of the archons, had to hold you down-]

//

Ei would be concerned. Who was interfering with her eternity? She didn't know how to react. She always some what felt guilty whenever she did the vision hunt degree. She ignored it all, though. Until when the traveler showed her the beauty of inazuma. It was so different from what it was before...'Maybe it wasn't so bad after all.' She thought. She had noticed that one thing that stayed the same forever was the warmth she felt. She soon found out the warmth was from the creator! Oh, she was so happy. She would make a room that would eternity be dedicated to you! When you appeared in Teyvat, she would be so dang nervous. She wants to be perfect for you. Everything must be! She was going to send Raiden in her place but didn't expect you to personally come over to her! She tried giving you a tour, but she didn't really go outside much, so....yeah, you're technically giving her one instead.. but at least you enjoy braiding her hair for her as Miko is sitting on your lap in her fox form. She's very fluffy when you pet her. [She would be so embarrassed and will malfunction if you ask how she can pull out her sword from her—]

//

Scaramouche would try to hunt you down honestly. Like who tf are you?? And where the heck are you?? (Imagine you haunt him and keep whispering, "You're shorttt") he was so ready to beat the crap out of you. But he just had to get used to it since he was busy becoming a God. And when he did, he felt your presence once again but clearer. He again ignores it and continues with the fight, which comes with a loss. He had become wanderer now, and he told Nahida that he thinks someone is stalking him. Nahida finally tells him that you're the all mighty creator. So you have been with him this whole time...? Why? He wonders If you forgive him for his sins.... why were you....calling him scarameow?? Is that perhaps another language for something? What does it mean? But it's fine. He still loves you. He got jealous one time and became a 'doll' for your entertainment. He's been doing that a few times. He liked it when one time you manhandled danced with him or even dressed him up [with lingerie]

//

Oh Venti, that drunkard bard. Oh, how he always speaks about you. He loved you so much. You always played as the wind when he was just a spirit. He always talked to you, although you can't talk, the wind tells him everything. He loved you so dearly. You always protected him in the war. You protected all the people. He understands that you can't stop people from dying of age. It's fate. But you had always accompanied him and his friend. That's all he needs, and he's grateful for it. He already knew you were the creator. The wind tells him everything. He didn't think that he would accidentally make the creator drunk! He promised he was drunk when he offered a drink to you! Or when he falls happily on your lap and arms by falling from the tree that was surrounded by a cat. [He also didn't expect the wonderful view of you on the side of the bed.....naked.....wait, WHAT— [ I mean...he's not complaining besides not having the ability to walk...or think anything besides you and how good you fu—]

//

Oh dottore. At first, he did not at all care about you. Even when worshipping the creator was public and a thing, he wasn't exactly dedicated. Until he found some ancient script of mechanics and bunch of successful experiments of creatures you did. He did some research and it turns out that those creatures was friendly to you and you did those experiments not so gruesome. So that's why they didn't hold a grudge at you. He became more interested and now it's apart of the research he's doing. And even experiments perhaps. He didn't know thr warm fuzzy feeling in his chest when he saw you smile in those ancient script. Although he may have kept it all a secret until all of the harbingers [except scaramouche because this is the time where he erases himself from all memories] finally found out about it. Oh how he felt when he finally gazes at your body. You looked so much better in the script. He always seek you out for experiments and research. You have the knowledge that even Irminsul doesn't have. Although his constant touch, glances and the way he looks at you with a slight red face doesn't go unnoticed by you when he conduct an experiment on you. [He couldn't forget the 'experiment' conduct on you last night ♥︎]

○ —○ — ○ — experimenters— ○ —○ — ○ — ○

Albedo. He's exactly opposite from dottore at the start, he was obsessed with you. He worshiped you with so many new creations from his experiments and thanked you for uniting him with Klee. At first, he didn't know about you and was curious why he always felt a comforting presence until aunt Alice told him that it was you, their creator, his creator.

He found statues of you that were cracked and was leaking a certain gold liquid. There was scroll. It seems that you made it with your own blood. He researched your statue and conducted careful experiments. He was a little...too fascinated about your body. Drawing you in robes, poses, and even....drew doing stuff to him. He took such care and worshiped it as if it was really you.... you looked way more divine than the statue that you carved yourself. He always wanted you to ask you....."What's the purpose of me existing?"

[You can insert your thoughts if you want, but here's my response to it]

"(1.) There's none. You just exist. I just create you. But...(2.) You can make yourself a purpose. A reason to live out your lives I gave you all. Like you, perhaps you make your own purpose to live is to make Klee happy."

His eyes glinted as you chuckled. He had been in deep thought for a few weeks. Then suddenly, he smiled. 'Perhaps.....'

Dottore and Albedo would 10/10 would be literal vampires. Including zhongli, I swear. The moment they taste your blood as an experiment or accident, they will crave for more. (I know they will literally moan in delight when they tasted it.)

//

Traveler and abyss prince/princess. How they both felt it. Your warmth. Traveler accepts it with open arms. Traveler thanked you for supporting them to find their sibling. But the abyss prince/princess isn't so fond about accepting it. They don't need your pity.... but they guess they can take it once in a while, you did offer to them, didn't you? Oh, Dainsleif. He doesn't think he should accept it. He wants to, but he is not worthy. But once in a while, when he falls asleep, his lips curve into a smile as he bask in your warmth. They can be selfish, right? You did offer you warmth after all..... The abyss prince/princess tries to kidnap— I mean *cough* *cough* take you away but the Traveler holds onto your arm, not letting go. The abyss prince/princess argues that when the time comes after they finally finish their journey, they can find a home with you! But the traveler pouts and still won't budge. Dainsleif just watches in the background, conflicted. Although....that doesn't mean he didn't have the desire to keep you with him either...

[writingsofwesteros]

I had a thought (because I'm obsessed with Corlys+Rhaenys having a third, and Helaena needs more love fr)

So it's pretty much agreed that the one recognized innocent green (in the eyes of the blacks) is Helaena, right? Imagine after blood and cheese, she doesn't take Jaehaera and run to Alicent's room, but down to the Dragon pits to Dreamfyre. She's upset and protecting her daughter, but she's still frazzled and not thinking straight. She just wants to feel safe, and nobody does that like Dreamfyre for her, so she mounts her dragon with her daughter and takes flight. Not going anywhere in particular, just away from it all. She's a dreamer, but she's still a mother. And none of them respect her, she's just an ever growing weird oddity to them, not understood. She knew she couldn't save her son, had been seeing it over and over, and been ignored when she tried to tell anyone about her dreams. But he can still try to keep Jaehaera safe, and the babe in her belly (Maelor, who I'm pissed they cut out of the show fr) is not going to have that ending, not like her boy. She just flies and flies, Jaehaera the only thing on her mind as she relives blood and cheese again, getting far from that place. Only... before she knows it, she's gone too far, too close to Dragonstone while lost in her grief and thoughts... and who meets her in the skies, but the same beast she tried to warn them about beneath the boards and was ignored still, Meleys. Only now, when Rhaenys sees that it's Dreamfyre, Helaena clinging to her, blood and tears on on her face and neck, her daughter holding to her chest for dear life... she stops. This is Helaena, she's a dragon dreamer. And the state she's in, there's no threat. But she knows Daemon, and the council, they'll just see a green. A Hightower. and throw her in the cells, or worse. So instead, she doesn't interfere, not yet, just flies alongside her, trying to catch Helaena's eye, but not wanting to add to her fear stricken face. Rhaenys is trying to put the puzzle pieces together, what happened to her sweet dear niece? Where is her son.. why is she here? Covered in blood and tears... her mind turning, making note that Daemon had disappeared and then reappeared without a word, and now this? Gods' what did he do or order done to Viserys' younger girl...

Helaena is truly scared now, she thinks she's going to be captured and gods know what by Rhaenyra, because who can blame her? Her whole life she's been told by her mother and grandfather and brothers that Rhaenyra will kill them all if on the throne, and after what just happened to Jaehaerys, she doesn't know what to do. But Rhaenys isn't doing anything to her... just... being there. Watching her. Trying to catch her eye. It's odd. She's not accustomed to it, people usually think her mad and do everything to avoid her gaze. Helaena's so lost in her thoughts and confusion and... linger of. Some feeling. She can't place. That she doesn't realize Rhaenys and Meleys have silently steered them away from Dragonstone, towards Driftmark. Until Rhaenys calls out her name, saying it's alright, she will be protected by her husband's guards until she sees Rhaenyra, she vows it on her father aemons memory, before dipping down, Meleys moving to land along the shore. Helaena is still afraid... but Rhaenys kept her from Dragonstone. From Daemon... and she doesn't want to go back to King's Landing... and she's so tired.. she takes a risk, and tells Dreamfyre to land... odd? Why does she have a sense of deja vu... she has been dreaming about the sea as of late...hmm...

POOR BABY GIRL!!!!!! The idea of Rhaenys and her dragon being a calming presence as they seek not to spook Helaena who cradles her love. She can hardly think at this moment never mind realise what is even happening.

She hardly remembers anything before waking up in an unknown room with soft covers over her that did not itch

[mumms-the-word]

Some general reactions to Veilguard so far! Under the cut in case of spoilers <3

So far I’ve gotten Neve, Harding, Bellara, and Lucanis and I am so enamored with each one of them. Jae (my rook) is basically co-parenting baby Harding and Bellara with Neve (which is funny because iirc everyone is basically 30-35 out of this group). Lucanis just got here and Jae does NOT know what to think of him

I, however, love him

The scenery is GORGEOUS. I’ve spent hours exploring Arlathan Forest just getting a bunch of side content done. It’s so eerie and beautiful at the same time to me

I’m also obsessed with looking at all the details in the Lighthouse. The DAI callbacks, the codexes, it’s all so good

I’ve played two solas memories and OH MY GOD FELASSAN. I fell in love with him in The Masked Empire and I flipped out when I saw him on screen. My brain is already trying to trick me into writing Felassan fic lmaooo

I have a few grumbles as well. Varric’s narration transitions feel…odd to me, like I’m missing a frame sorry that explains why he knows everything enough to play Lord Foreshadow with everything. The random villain POV cutscene felt juvenile. I literally was like “they did this in Kingdom Hearts too” lmao which may not be a compliment (though it worked there). Some of the dialogue is mid, but other conversations are lovely and even heartbreaking. So it’s a mix.

Overall so far the game feels a little too glittery but I’m also getting used to it. I had a moment while exploring the Underwater Prison where Lucanis is, where I was like “we are the furthest thing from Dragon Age Origins now, like, wow, Alistair would flip out if he knew mages and ancient elves could make underwater prisons like this” but I mean…different times, different products and all that

There’s nothing that makes me absolutely hate this game, as of yet. I’m disappointed about some things, but other things make me really happy! And honestly, that’s what I expected. I had a day or two where I was sad about stuff that I knew I wouldn’t get to see or hear (mostly Morrigan not acknowledging my warden, who romanced her, or her son, but also a few other things) but once I felt my feelings about it I could jump back in with fresh eyes and see what else I could discover

There are more callbacks to the older games, novels, comics, and short stories than people say. They’re just subtle. But I’ve kept my eye out, I’ve been taking some pictures, and I plan to have a few posts in the works about lore, if that interests anyone!

Anyway that’s it for now. Just got Lucanis, and now I’m back on the side quest grind. Updates soon!

[cherryheairt]

There's this odd thing that I always do whenever a fav fic of mine is updated... I reread the previous chapter to build up my excitement and investment again. But then you published twice in one day, so o lucky me, I got to read three chapters in one day! Additionally, this habit makes me always late to comment about previous chapters, soooo having reread the past three chapter of Dragon Dreamer, I'd like to share with you my thoughts. 🌝

Regarding chapter VII...

I love how Cregan's little pov was like

"I want her to be mine and always have eyes on her-" 😈

"-so that I can watch her grow and see her cute reactions, because it's an honor to be in her presence." 🥺

"I want to keep her in Winterfell forever-" 😈"

"-so that she can be kept safe." 🥺

"I WILL KEEP HER-" 😈

"-let me just ask her mother for her permission and her blessing first." 🥺

Also, how did I miss that Daemon called her "his daughter" in his pov when I first read that chapterrrr???!! Aaaahhh!!! He is gonna flip when he finds out someone is asking to marry her, even though we already saw in chapter VIII that he predicted it. I can totally see him and Jace ganging up on Cregan, trying to intimate him... As if a Stark can be intimidated.

I love that we already had Daenys, The Dreamer, but now we have Daenys, The Unburnt. So brilliant of you and so magical, that part! Cregan's reaction was that of an old man's who had seen so much weirdness in his lifetime that any more weirdness stopped surprising him - I loved it!

Now, about Chapter IX... I. Cried. I don't think there was a part in which I didn't cry. I cried when Cregan was confessing to her, when they got the letter, when he fed her because he just wants to keep her safe and fed with all the huggies in the world 🥺, when she got back to Dragonstone, her little encounters with Rhaenyra!

My heart broke during that group hug! Because while Daenys was thinking that Lucerys normally met her in the dragonpit, I was also thinking that he should have been there with them in that group hug. No one can make me like Aemond Targaryen after he killed baby Luke (except those Aemond fic writers whose works I read). Totally reminded me of how I cried when Daenys was in Cregan's arms crying and said "My boy..."

Her reaction to everything? I felt it all. Including how she reacted to her Jaehaerys vision and how she knew instantly that Daemon couldn't have demanded that - she knew he didn't mean it. Honestly, I would love to see more of their relationship; I hope she saves him. 🥲 This also brings me to how Helaena basically intercepted the vision; I know it's not really different from how Alys and Helaena share a dreamer braincell, but there was something odd about how Helaena believed Daenys can prevent anything. Makes me believe our special Daenys, The Unburnt is a special kind of dreamer. ����

And now that Cregan confessed first, I think our boy might have a heart attack when she tells him she loves him. AND THAT ALMOST DIRTY JOKE OF HIS?! I LOVE CRAENYS!

I know my thoughts aren't well arranged. Sorry about that, I don't know how to express my obsession in any way other than having what I call a "a brain dump". Please, keep feeding us multiple updates a day, queen - no pressure, though.

Have a good day/night!

I do the same thing! Sometimes if there's a long break between two chaps I'll just reread the entire fic so i remember everything and get to enjoy it longer lol.

LMAO thats so real he's fighting his own demons over there while shes just 😴, he truly just wants his fiance to be safe in his protection, knowing hiw the war is mainly going to take place in the crownlands where she is stationed. He hates not knowing if she's okay, always looking to the skies for a raven or her dragon.

Him and Jace would totally gang up him, and get no reaction or a very very subtle snide comment on how no one in their family could even protect her from bullies so how could they expect to protect her from war 🥱

hehe Daemon's pov in the next chapter is gonna go crazy. He's gonna be too busy getting yelled at by his wife than he will be to reprimanded Daenys for the lil punch

'as if a Stark can be intimated' Daenys will soon be a Stark, too 🤭

Thank you! I really loved writing the fire scene, but I was scared everyone might think I made her OP or something. Cregan was mostly glad to see her safe, and knows that she'll tell him about the experience when she's ready for it.

AHH is it bad to say I'm glad you cried?? If it invoked that much emotion im so so happy 🥹

Her reaction broke my heart, it was the hardest part to figure out how to write, especially because I knew it had to be short to really show how Daenys had to cut off her emotions and just go back home asap, no time to mourn. 'my boy' has been planned from chapter one though 🤧

Canon Aemond they can never make me like you. Buttt fic Aemond 🤭 I lowk want to write a series for him, too. But he's so complicated ughh

Do you mean saves Daemon? I do have a lott of canon changed due to the fact that I just can't wait for S3 to drop just to finish this series, so I will be going off of vague book knowledge and the seat of my pants lol.

I do like their complicated relationship too. Daenys didn't like him as a kid, suspecting he had something to do with Laenor but not fully blaming him, and knowing Rhaenyra was happy to be with him. Perhaps even thinking he's a total weirdo for wanting a girl so much younger than him (we all side eye him for that). They grew to be a true father and daughter over the years, but the war is putting a strain on Daemon's relationships with everyone, even Baela, Rhaena, and Rhaenyra.

Helena and Daenys have a special connection, both being different types of dreamers. Hel had hoped Dae could save her baby, but is not had at the fact that she couldn't. She understands, due to her more lengthy experience with the dreams, how hard they are to change. I think in the show she knew about her son dying, but blocked it out and distracted herself from the shock. Like warning Aegon about the rats, she could not SEE her son dying but knew that there were threats. Her dreams are more complicated to understand because we rarely get them, and then suddenly she predicts Aemond's death and says it outright.

#CREANYS ❗️❗️

Thank you for your thoughts I adore hearing them, mine are so jumbled too, I barely understand by own brainstorm notes for the series. Hopefully another chapter before Friday, but who knows my schedule has been sporadic. Have a good night also 🤭

[darksidesuguru]

hi >:)

3, 17, and 18 plz and thank uuu 🫵😈

thank u for the inaugural ask <3333

3. What would be your cursed technique/domain expansion in JJK?

"I'll go easy on you" *asks me this question* Okay so I actually have a self-insert JJK character, her name is Ren and she's Grade 1. The problem is, I am having so much trouble coming up with a cursed technique that isn't cringy as hell. I'm a very musical person so I was thinking something to do with music or sound - like a siren song that can manipulate others to bend to her will or a high-frequency pitch that immobilizes opponents. But hey, I'm here for the trauma, not the fight scenes, and I can barely follow the cursed technique jargon, so. I'll keep working on it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

17. Match your favorite JJK character with a song.

Now this, I can answer. Gojo is my favorite JJK character (if you couldn't tell) because I'm basic like that. But we also have so much in common it continues to astound me. We both push ourselves to be the best because we know it's our responsibility to do so, and if we aren't the best, then we're aren't worth anything. People think we're assholes but it's all part of our defense mechanisms, and if you look past the flippant exterior, we are hopeless optimists. We both care deeply for our friends/family and want the best for them--even those of them that have forsaken us. Which leads me to my last point: the abandonment issues. Anyway. I am Gojo, Gojo is me, etc etc. There are so many songs that could work here but my song for Gojo since I joined the fandom has been Eyes Closed by Imagine Dragons. At first it reminded my of him just because the main lyric is "I could do this with my eyes closed," which. He literally can, but. I kept listening and the lyrics just keep on going--"I was born I was made for this" (he was literally raised to be the strongest and nothing else) -- ""lock me up inside a cage, just throw away the key don't worry about me" (the whole sealing thing and the fact the Gojo sacrificed himself so those he loved could survive) -- "killed and resurrected cause I'll never be dead" (okay maybe I just wish he was still alive, rip). But sometimes I let myself have a little "Gojo is the strongest and everyone lives happily ever after," as a treat.

18. Share a headcanon about your favorite character.

Okay so it's Gojo yap hours ig @supportingwomenswrongs i scrolled all the way through our texts to try to find a good one because suddenly my head is empty So one that's more canon than headcanon is that Gojo collects strays. And I will also reference punk baby: revival here because that one does the strays thing so well. But yeah, canonically Gojo takes in Megumi and Tsumiki but I love the headcanon that he takes in Inumaki as well, and anyone else who needs guidance. He has such a caring soul and is trying to fill a void by helping these kids and I'm obsessed with that idea. But something that I totally made up on my own? Well @supportingwomenswrongs you know this one already, it's that Gojo is weirdly good at massages. He's probably touched starved yeah but he's also dextrous and fidgety and has huge hands and long fingers and knows a lot about physicality so I headcanon that he's good with his hands and... Where was I going with this? Oh yeah, he gives a mean massage after a hard mission. I know there's a fic out there with Geto giving Gojo a massage but I think it could work really well the other way around too.

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[narnianvalkyrieofberk]

New year, new me! ... Or at least continuing to try and build a me I like progressively more and more. Today's step? Starting to kill the part of me that fears being cringe by posting my @comicaurora self insert OCs even tho they're super self indulgent and occasionally lore-breaking (sometime because I misread/misremembered something from the lore page; sometimes because I use them in RPs and I like watching Erin lose his shit over something that makes no sense to him :P )

One of my earlier ones. Metalcaste because y'know. Wanting to be a cool metal lady like Tess. Ended up making an AU of the og version because the og version leaves Zuurith immediately after being released from prison and ended up being @nogenderonlyvoid's self insert's bodyguard. I wrote a ficlet that involved Icarus turning down Shrike's offer to take them to breakfast their first full day outside of prison, but Icarus turned her down and left Zuurith all together instead. Of course eventually I started wondering what if she took Shrike up on her offer and that's when the second version happened.

Can you tell I have a thing for wind-fire-lightning as a tri-element combo? :P

Oh hey, this one cursed out Caliban to his face. And for once we didn't do a wind-fire-lighting combo! Progress! Expanding to new horizons! :P

This one was a wind mage until I remembered that younger races don't do elemental magic. So she ended up obsessed with lacrima instead. Frequently mistaken for a freshman his entire time at the academy. Great way for me to vent my frustrations over how people responded to my baby face in college! May or may not have a starmetal dagger in their boot.

I keep doing AUs of this one. OG version was "adopted" alongside Tess and had to hide her full-leopard form because Galen was scared of it. Then did a version where The Ruunasers only knew about the leopard form and kept her as a pet until Falst enters the mix. And more recent AU has been "Snowspot" running away from the Ruunasers shortly before Tess sparks and running into Falst and chilling with him. Ruunaser twins (Erin and @nogenderonlyvoid's oc) don't find Falst's shifter buddy is Snowspot until Petrichor

Ah yes, nothing makes a possessed elemental magus trust you more than slapping a sealing cuff and ropes on him while he's passed out from fending off a primordial void dragon! In the Junior Champion's defense, they were badly injured from the battle and wanted to make sure the Void Dragon couldn't run away with his vessel while she trying to clean and bandage her wounds. Wrote a ficlet for this one that takes place shortly after he loses his status and his arm. Got to project my obsession with looking at the moon at night.

Narni Chaosbringer who I definitely did not forget to add until after initially posting :P ^^"" God of "everything fun" or "everything chaotic and destructive" depending on if you ask them or Zuurith :P Has one (1) emissary who is also an elemental magus because I reeeaaaally wanted to fuck with Erin.

[amiharana]

CHILDHOOD CANON PLSPLSPLS ik childhood revalink isn't very popular but i am DESPARATE for that content 😭✋

(ask game from here)

more people should write revalink as little babies since we get like two sentences from mipha about what link was like as a toddler and pretty much nothing but inferences on revali's childhood based on how he acts. revalink community, i'm calling forth upon you to write more baby revalink ☝️👁️

👶 9. Childhood headcanon

i've talked a little bit here and there about my headcanons on both of revalink's childhoods, so i'm not gonna try to reiterate those here 😭 but i'll do a couple more little bullet-point hcs teehee

i just know link was a menace for his mother to deal with when he was growing up. climbing on trees, the houses, disappearing to climb the fucking mountains, just a little rabid animal for a child

once, he was hiding in the wheat fields or maybe pretended to be a scarecrow, and then he jumpscared one of the farmers, who nearly died from a heart attack 😭

link probably once tried to climb up to the spring of wisdom by himself to catch a glimpse of the great dragon naydra, only to pass out in the cold snow. something warm and blue takes him back home, and when link wakes he's at home in bed, like he never left. but he remembers seeing a bright gold eye in his dreams...

i bet you part of the reason why revali was so obsessed with perfecting his gale and being able to fly properly was because he couldn't even fucking glide as a kid. his little baby wings just couldn't catch the updrafts and he was left behind during flying lessons. completely stacked his resolve to be the only rito who could properly fly

rito village treated revali naruto-style. the elders and adults pity him for having lost his parents in such a tragic way, but the kids and teens tended to bully or ostracize revali for not having any parents. yeah.

sorry for only sad baby revali hcs omg ok the elder takes revali to the hebra plunge with him and the hunting squadron to catch fish for an upcoming festival and this is where revali learns to hunt fish for the first time! when he catches his first hearty salmon, he's so excited, and the elder and members of the hunt who watched are very proud of him! it's a huge fish, and they let him keep it and help him make his very first salmon meunière 🥺🤍 bb vali eats very well that night

baby revali stumbling upon the pocket of updrafts at dronoc's pass for the first time after getting left behind, and teaching himself how to glide there 🫣 it's difficult at first because he has no one to teach him how it's supposed to be done, but he gets a hang of it pretty quick after a while. i just know his dumbass kept falling into the water though LMAO but it's his special secret spot that he shares with No One else! and ofc when revali's older and has bested everyone with his superior archery skills, he has the flight range built there 😌

[gracebriarwoodwrites]

15, 20, 27, 36

15.) name one musical album that greatly impacted your life? why?

Wasteland, Baby! by Hozier might be kind of recent, but it's the only answer I can give for this. This album sustains my soul.

Waiting on it kept me going while I was struggling. I caught the first concert of the US leg of the tour and was lucky enough to see a second concert, the last show I saw before the pandemic. Each show was spiritual in its own way. Nina Cried Power was a protest anthem my friends and I relied on in 2020, and the first song my sister and I played blaring from the car's speakers when we got the election news. To Noise Making (Sing) is the song I reach for when my voice feels far from me. I've never seen the ways that I love reflected so well in another's art as I do in some of the songs on this album.

I've loved a lot of albums, but no other album has kept me going or helped me to have a better impact on the world.

20.) who was your very first artistic inspiration?

Patricia C. Wrede, author of Dealing with Dragons! I was a reader as a kid, and I got lost in the Enchanted Forest Chronicles. I noticed that I got a lot of confidence and a lot of joy from her books, and I started thinking about what I might want to give people if I did start writing my own stories. 27.) your latest obsession? and why?

Perfume! I love the artistry of it, and I love the way that scent can evoke memory. I have a perfume journal that I'm trying to catalogue all of my impressions in. I want to understand it! 36.) your favorite mantra to live by?

Everyone is doing their best.

[louisahalewrites]

What I'm Working On... 14Oct2023

Currently Posting

no promises on posting. life is hectic.

Goal: finish one fic a month

Completed and Editing: The Heirs of Hogwarts: Prince Coven Series. 15 chapters - I kept deleting what I had. trying to get this completed ASAP

Operation: Complete Some WIPs

Draco Lafoi of House Black: Prince Coven Series. Draco oneshot featuring his parents, his brothers, and his redheaded nemesis.

The Tonkes of House Black: Prince Coven Series. Short fic 2-3 chapters max

House of Aliases. Xmen/MCU fusion. Magneto and all his kids get to live. Oh, he gets to have his baby mama alive. and Charles and David are a part of the family too. Crackfic on crack

Hold My Hand A Top Gun Maverick Fanfiction Rooster/Trace!OC. I had plans for three more chapters.

Flames: a “Power Over Me” Sequel. Troy Otto/Beth Greene. I miss Beth and Troy. Going to work on finishing this when I’m through with Billy and Izzy.

Things I Will Work on After I Finish Some WIPs

The Revival of House Targaryen:Fire and Blood/House of The Dragon fic. Outlines a monster like Together Always and Forever so I plan to only post when I’m finished with and arc as to not hang on a cliffhanger like TAaF.

Tales From The Burrow: Prince Coven Series. 3 chapters outlined, with plans to return as Prince coven series continues.

Untitled NCIS AU Fic - Was rewatching with the family and my Kari obsession came back. Featuring Alive Tali David and Alive Kelly Gibbs

Lost Excitement/Writers Block is Winning/Hope to return to eventually

Together. Always and Forever: TO/TVD Fanfic. I have a monster of a outline and no muse to motivate me.

Fear The Living More Rewrite. Probably never happening. That fic scared me. Might end up using Helen and Troy for a happier fic in the fandom though

Untitled HP Merope Gaunt lives AU. Might come back to this.

The Wolves of Beacon Hills. Marked complete until I have a oneshot finished to add

Under Blackbirds Wing. A Punisher Omegaverse AU. Billy Russo/OC marked complete for now

Steadfast: A Sciles Brotp fic. Marked complete for now.

Paint it Black Sequel. Not happening. Using all the ideas for it in my Prince Coven series

[kariachi]

Some more Pern au fic. Again with whers having some back-up from the word go, this one also featuring my Marian, who is wonderful.

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Mari was about one more ‘but then [insert dragon here]’ from pointedly asking Sean about his son- she’d swear she’d heard more about Carenath and Farenth’s bowels than poor Mick in general from either of his parents and was this close to suggesting Red or Porrig go and reclaim that poor child- when the final piece of the evening’s trio finally arrived. Like a shining beacon from an old movie, Sean turned first to watch Monett- still mid-curtsey from presumably greeting Carenath- entered the barn with a bright grin.

“Sean, Mari, darlings! How are things?!” A bit of weight lifted off her shoulders. She’d liked Sean, they were of similar ages and she had been right there with him and Sorka working with the animals ever since they’d been able to apprentice. It was just that he could be tiring at times, and that his focus on the dragons far eclipsed the horse and pig obsessions respectively that they had bonded over.

“Fine over here,” she said as the other woman approached. “Gramma’s caught a bug, but nothing some soup and rest won’t clear up.”

“Poor thing,” Monett said with a frown, “I hope she’s back on her feet soon.” Mari chuckled.

“She says she’s not dying yet, and if I was the reaper I’d be keeping my distance, so…” Snorting, Monett shook her head.

“Still, give her my best wishes,” she said, then turned to Sean, who had managed to wipe the sour look off his face. “And on your end?”

“Everything’s as set as it ever is,” Sean said. “The dragons are progressing well still.”

“And how about Mick,” came the question. “According to Saraid your mother misses him something awful.”

“She saw him just last week,” Sean griped, but smiled anyway. “He’s growing like a weed. Mum says he’s exactly like I was as a babe, ‘cept for looking more like Sorka.” He laughed. “He’s been trying to figure out drinking from an open cup, turned by back on him yesterday and when I turned around he was trying to shove his head in it like a dragonet. Blazer was doing the same with my glass, like she was teaching him.”

“Don’t tell me precious stories like that,” Mari said, swatting his arm as she and Monett laughed, “you’ll get me jealous!”

“There’s nearly four-hundred men our age on this planet,” Monett said, “we will find you a husband, or at least somebody to give you children.” Shaking her head, Mari kept back a sigh.

“I keep looking.” It wasn’t as if she was lacking in willing suitors, it was just finding ones she liked and was willing to raise children with that was the problem. She kept just having to remind herself that just because it felt like half the rest of their compatriots were starting families did not mean she was running out of time and options. If nothing else she knew damn well that if even if she never found a spouse nobody was going to object to her having kids on her own or taking in somebody else’s. Probably Monett’s, given her proclivities and disinterest in parenthood.

Mari had to wonder how that related to how firmly she had taken the babies from the last dragon clutch under her wing. Was the bond that far removed from parenting, or had they just flared up her protectiveness? She supposed someday she would have to ask.

"I had an idea I wanted to run by you two," she said, setting those thoughts aside for the moment. This was important, and they could tell. In a heartbeat their full attention was on her, Sean’s shoulders back and chin high like he was liable to be charged with the fate of the world- again- and Monett’s hands folded in front of her, smile shrunk to something serious and calm. It sat warm in Mari’s gut. Even if they hadn’t been the only and closest of their respective groups, she thought, she probably still would’ve brought this to them. “I want to start desensitizing the animals to the dragons.”

Monett nodded, Sean half-nodded, a curious look on his face, until it seemed to hit him that Mari was including the second clutch under the name ‘dragon’. He opened his mouth, only to slowly shut it when both women shot him sharp looks.

‘He can be taught.’

“Red hasn’t mentioned it to Sorka,” he questioned instead.

“The older lot are still talking over desensitizing the horses to the fliers,” Mari admitted, “and when I mentioned the pack you’d have thought I was talking about feeding babies to them. So, I’m talking to you two.” Monett snorted derisively. She’d already known she would help her, but that was guaranteed to seal the deal. Meanwhile Sean frowned, brow wrinkling. Mari raised a brow at him. “Don’t tell me you’re going to worry about what they say now, Sean ‘let’s fly early’ Connell.” He had the decency to go pink around the edges and Monett snickered.

“That was Carenath’s idea.”

“I doubt he threw you onto his back.” Huffing halfheartedly, Sean heaved a sigh and shook his head.

“What do you need?” There were reasons she liked him.

“From your group, I just want to desensitize the horses to. They’re going to be a major form of transportation as things break down, and I don’t want them spooking every time a rider goes by or they have to pass a dragon on their way.” With an assenting noise, Sean nodded.

“How’s their color vision,” Monett asked, catching Mari by surprise, “will desensitizing them to the colors we have now be enough, or will we have to add in the greens and blues when we get them?” It was a valid question, and a quick reminder that of the three of them she was the one without any real animal experience besides her dragonets.

“We’d need to make sure the entire color range is touched on,” Sean said.

“Your lot I want to desensitize everything to,” Mari told her, “from the horses to the chickens.” Lips twitching into a smile, Monett tilted her head.

“Have you been making plans without me,” she teased. Mari grinned back at her.

“I’m not a fool. Dragons promise to become one of Pern’s largest predators, and if I can have that adding an extra layer of protection to herds, flocks, and sounders? I want it.” Sean didn’t look convinced, a frown marring his face, but Monett continued to smile as her eyes went out of focus.

“I can’t promise anyone will choose to keep on with livestock,” she eventually said, “but as a training tool?” Grin flashing, she dipped into a deep curtsey. “We’re at your service.” Chuckling fondly, Mari shook her head as Sean rolled his eyes.

“I’d have to talk to the others about it,” he said, “but, sure, Catenask and I’ll help you however we can.”

Victory.

“Thank you all,” Mari said, breaking into a wide smile. “Sean, please get back to me as soon as you can, and Monie, I’ll send you a potential schedule once things are planned out, alright?”

“Of course, dearheart~”

“Will do.”

[mimicry741]

Oh boy oh boy it’s time to go a lil feral as a treat

Longish post because I am obsessed

SO we have!

Seaglass! The first baby! She’s a Rain/Seawing hybrid who was raised completely unaware of the fact that she was a hybrid since other than the glow-scales she passed as a full Rainwing and nobody was concerned enough when she started glowing to ask around if anyone had any relations with Seawings. She thought Rainwings just Did That Sometimes lmao

She’s got the wanderlust, and she’s always either exploring somewhere or daydreaming about exploring somewhere. She’s optimistic and bright, and loves making friends of all sorts.

Seaglass has all sorts of variations to her glow-scales that I on god have written down and categorized that vary depending on her emotions like yes a bright red angry Rainwing is one thing but have you considered how extra spicy it would be if they also faintly glowed like they were boiling? That’s a weird visual to describe with words but like ?? Do you get me? Like if boiling emitted light you know what I mean.

Then we have Gila

and Viper

Sandwing siblings. Gila is older by a few years, and is fiercely protective of her ‘little’ brother. Viper is bigger and bulkier than her but is a real squish of a man, absolute geode of a creature, big golden retriever energy.

 In my headcanon world each type of dragon belongs to their own kingdom split into smaller tribes. (So instead of for example it being as simple as ‘this is Gila of the Sandwing tribe’ it’d be more like ‘Gila of the Sandwing kingdom, member of the Cactus Tribe’ or whatever the tribe is called) Each kingdom is led by a High Queen, but the High Queens generally let the minor queens of each tribe manage themselves except in wartimes or other Times Of Importance. 

(If a minor queen wanted to try her luck at becoming High Queen then she’d first have to defeat all the existing potential heirs to the High Throne before being able to challenge the High Queen herself)

All that to be able to say that Gila and Viper are noble born to a minor Sandwing queen, Gila being the only daughter in a long line of sons and therefore princessed and fawned over from birth and Viper being yet another worthless son who got lost in her shadow. 

Gila hated how Viper was treated and pushed aside, hated how every move she made was analyzed and corrected by her mother, hated how all her older brothers would roll their eyes and scoff and ignore her just because she was treated like she was better than them. She would read Viper stories of brave dragons exploring and spelunking and going on adventures and she would promise him that one day the two of them would escape and be free to live however they wanted to.

Viper was more content in his role, he never minded being left out of events or left behind by his [much] older brothers. He had Gila, and as long as he could be with his sister then everything would be ok.

So when Gila snuck into his room in the middle of the night and told him that she wanted to run away from her inheritance, he followed her without question. He knew she wouldn’t have done it if he hadn’t, and she never told him that she knew he wouldn’t ever have done it for himself.

I’m not sure how they cross paths with Seaglass yet, but I know at some point Gila is tearing her scales out trying to smack some stranger danger into Viper while he’s wholeheartedly trusting in this weird little Ranwing they just met.

BUT THAT’S NOT ALL WE HAVE

Daybreak and

Fateshifter!

Fateshifter is the obligatory grumpy old man dad character. He was away from home as a part of the Nightwing army when his tribe was attacked by a rival tribe of Seawings, and his wife and young son died in the fight. When he heard the news he quit being a soldier and returned home to mourn, and even tens of years later he kept to himself and was pretty much just drifting.

When he was summoned by his old commander, he warily went to go see what he could possibly be needed for and was given a Nightwing egg that swirled with strange colors and told to destroy it, as it matched one from a prophecy that heralded the shattering of the night. 

Being the dragon he is, Fateshifter took the egg with the intent of just abandoning it somewhere instead of smashing it so it would still have a chance to survive, but then pretty much immediately got attached. 

It hatched while he was still trying to decide what to do with it, and out spilled Daybreak and now he has a daughter.

Daybreak is a Night/Rain hybrid, and she can sort of kind of see the future. She was born riiiiight as the moons slipped under the horizon, and that does some funky stuff to your Nightwing powers apparently on top of the fact that she’s only half Nightwing to begin with. She mostly looks like a smaller slimmer Nightwing except she’s very Rainwing in the face and also y’know the bright pink scales that change colors. The undersides of her wings look like a sunrise and I love that color gradient I’m not going to lie she’s only half-Rain so I could get away with that.

She is baby, best friends with Seaglass, they have group nap time curled in a heap in the sun.

Fateshifter is very protective dad over her, especially when he has to introduce her to other Nightwings. He’s pretty much always afraid that someone will have heard about the prophecy egg going missing and having people connect those dots back to her.

He’s also begrudgingly unofficially adopted these kids that his daughter is friends with, and he’ll grump and groan about how he never asked for this but they all know that he loves them very much and the times that they fall asleep draped all over him are his favorite times because finally finally he isn’t alone anymore he has a family again.

This post is your calling to reblog this post or reply and ramble about your wings of fire ocs I would love to hear more about them!! I don’t see enough wof oc posts and I’d love to see some more <33