Maria as a night dragon or something idk she's just really pretty and dangerous <3
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yes peter taking stray cats and dogs home to tony but also peter finding a baby dragon and taking that home
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RotBTFD: Avengers Family AU
Rise of the Brave Tangled Frozen Dragons AU (plus a few more characters) Originally this was gonna be an Avengers AU but then I had an idea to make them a family.
Hiro & Tadashi, sons of Iron Man.
Rapunzel, Daughter of Thor Odinson.
Jack Frost & Elsa, Twin Siblings of Loki Laufeyson.
Hiccup, son of Ant-Man
Merida, mentee of Hawkeye.
Violet & Dash, Children of The Scarlet Witch.
Anna, great-grandniece of Agent Carter.
Penny, Sister of Black Widow.
Ian & Barley, students of Doctor Strange
Flynn Rider, brother of Star-Lord
Varian, Brother of Spider-Man
Mirabel, Daughter of Moon Knight
Will be back soon with more of this AU
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💎💎💎 owo
[Owo owo! Bear with me, you're getting Morolai for this one!]
Vio
Queen Morolai curls her lips in disgust. Contempt is clear in her acidic eyes, and she twirls her wrist, claws flashing in the light
"That annoying little worm? He's just like his little crush: thinks he's so special because he's been touched by the light of a golden goddess. If only he got the memo and joined Tristian fully in death if he loved him so much. Silly boys, everyone is touched by the sun, and the sun sets on everyone equally."
She laughs dryly.
"Anyway, he's a pesky little thorn in my side. He can't just leave well enough alone. You would think for a devotee of a goddess of redemption he would try speaking with me... after all, Tristian did betray me and he was a mere empty puppet. Unless. I'm that far gone in his eyes."
She shrugs, rolling her eyes.
"I'll deal with him in time. It's only a mild annoyance."
Aurien
[Now Mino!]
She shivers just hearing the name, though not in any fear or disgust. The mere mention is enough to remind her of their chill.
"Aurien! Someone so kind and yet so cold! So... very... cold. Physically, I mean. My poor scales could've cracked from their hug. Anyway, yes, Aurien was kind and also a kind of mystery, and I'm pretty sure that was intentional on their part."
She suddenly looks a bit wistful.
"They were always so... guarded, you know? I know so much had happened to them that they'd become so desensitized to it all that even the worst new thing was just another bump in the road. They seemed just so afraid of opening up to anyone, really "
A deep sigh lifts her shoulders.
"I haven't heard from them since I became like this. It's like they don't exist anymore... makes me sad."
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N'thon, a serpent dragon is conquered by the lizard dragon, Stev'n, who disappears shortly after taking him as mate. Left bereft, the serpent finds himself carrying the missing dragon's child. Hearing that dragons carry their young for as long as a century, N'thon hides amongst humans, calling himself Anthony and then Tony. He learns to tinker, learns to care for the growing dragon inside of him and adopts Pepper and Rhodey as his treasures.
When Steve is thawed by Shield, he has no memory of being anything other than a human. Then Steve meets Iron Man, Tony Stark and all he knows is that he is drawn to that man but also immensely bothered by his presence.
It isn't until Tony flies the nuke inside the wormhole and then falls back to earth in his dragon form, his flames extinguished that Steve remembers himself as Stev'n.
His and Hulk's mingled roars jump starts Tony's heart and the two dragons reunite. After Steve yells at Tony for being so reckless in his condition.
Almost a two decades later, Peter is born and now Steve wants more kids the dragon family is complete.
Clear art without the comic bubbles under the cut
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Why does the AU ‘Avenging Birds’ or ‘Avenging Angels’ - whatever the au name is reminds me of ‘Birds’ by Imagine Dragons
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A DM who's run a wide variety of campaigns asks his players to choose their favorite characters from previous campaigns.
Chris E chooses his Altered Human Paladin from an alternate history Dieselpunk Campaign. Robby D played an articifer and Scarlet J played a spy rogue in that campaign, so they choose to stick with those classes. Scarlet created a whole new spy, but Robby just made his new inventor the son of his old inventor.
Chris H really wanted to use his character from a He-Man style campaign, a Tempest Domain Cleric who used to be a demigod, but got bumped down to level 1 by his god, and has to prove his worthiness in order to level up again. Chris was worried that his character might not fit with the scifi themes of this new campaign, but the DM really loved the idea, so he made his Cleric's brother the BBEG.
Mark R is a newcomer who actually took over the character of a cursed orc Barbarian, originally made by his buddy Eddy N, who had to drop out of the campaign altogether cause he moved.
Jeremy R wanted to play a modern day ranger, but he wouldn't be able to make it for the first couple sessions, so the DM had the great idea of having the the BBEG mind control his ranger until Jeremy R could join in.
@probablygoodrpgideas @probablyunneccesaryrpgideas
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"Oceans Of Time" - Vampire!Aemond Targaryen x Reader (Dracula AU)
Summary: Aemond has crossed oceans of time to find you, his love.
Word Count: 3,650
Rating: 18+, Minors DNI
TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, mentions of suicide/death, blood kink, oral f receiving, p in v sex, murder
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fire & Blood/House of the Dragon characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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When news reached the Red Keep of the demise of Prince Aemond Targaryen, his wife was beside herself with grief. She fell to her knees, sobbing, wondering why the gods would be so cruel as to take the love of her life from her at such a young age. She could not handle the pain his loss entailed, the pain that threatened to consume her whole, and so she flung herself from the ramparts of the Red Keep, his name on her lips. She left behind a note, one proclaiming her eternal love for him, found by his mother, the Dowager Queen Alicent, who promptly had her son’s young wife’s body recovered and brought to the Silent Sisters for a proper burial.
The court was shocked upon Aemond’s return, as he stated that he did not fall in battle. But when he saw his young bride, laying upon a slab to be dressed by the Silent Sisters, the most wretched of sobs left the prince’s body. Much as his lady did upon hearing of his death, he fell to his knees, grief-stricken and heartbroken. And then? The grand maester had the sheer audacity to tell him that because the lady took her own life, her soul was damned. She could not be buried in the hallowed ground of the royal crypts.
Aemond’s lips curled up into a vicious snarl as he hissed, “Is this my reward for defending the realm? For defending the Seven? My beloved wife buried as a heathen in a pauper’s grave?”
The Dowager Queen and maester covered their mouths in horror, whispering sacrilege. And then, Aemond uttered the words that would change the trajectory of his life forever.
“I renounce the gods! I renounce the Seven! I shall rise from my own death to avenge hers with all the powers of darkness!”
The young prince cursed the Seven, and so sealed his own fate. The Stranger cursed him with life eternal, so that he would never be reunited with his love in death. The mysterious god cursed the one-eyed prince to wander the realm as neither man nor spirit, but something else entirely - a creature of the night, one who gains sustenance from the consumption of the blood of living beings.
Nosferatu.
A vampyr.
Aemond soon realized that if the world were to realize what he was, he would be hunted down, slain by those who would not have one of the undead walking the realm. And so, he fled to Winterfell, commissioning a great manse where he could live in solitude, mourning his love and feeding on any poor travelers unfortunate enough to come his way.
Many years pass this way, nearly two centuries. Aemond learns of Robert’s Rebellion, of the fact that his descendants have been all but wiped from the face of the earth, and yet he cares not. He cares for nothing, for no one, until one fateful day. He walks through the streets of Wintertown, his eye going wide upon seeing a sculpture being worked upon by an artisan in the middle of the square. A statue that is the very image of his lady, his love. He approaches the artist and asks who the subject is.
“The princess, good ser, King Robert’s eldest daughter,” he informs him, “She’s to marry Lord Robb. They have been betrothed.”
Aemond gazes at the statue, enraptured, the uncanny resemblance between this princess and his dearest love being too evident to deny. At hearing that she is to be married to the future Lord of Winterfell, his lips turn downward into a frown. He stares into the eyes of the statue, a yearning he has not felt for many, many years overtaking his body. He must find his way to King’s Landing, after all this time. He must find this sweet princess, his lady wife reborn. He will not rest until he has her in his arms, and in his bed, once again.
As a princess, you are afforded every luxury you can possibly desire. Your mother adores you, her favorite of her children. Out of your siblings, your father only truly pays attention to you, his eldest child. Your siblings practically worship the ground you walk upon and your uncles treat you as their little princess. You are adored by the people of King’s Landing, the Sweet Doe, as you have come to be known. You go out into the city often, mingling with the smallfolk, doing your best to listen to their troubles.
And it is in the city that Aemond finds you.
Aemond stares at you from across the way, hidden in the crowd, biding his time till the opportune moment to make himself known arises. You look so happy, he notes, walking arm in arm with your lady’s maid. He waits for her to separate from you before murmuring under his breath, eye locked on your figure.
“See me.”
As though you hear his words, you turn, your eyes meeting his own for a brief moment. You tilt your head to the side in confusion before beginning to walk toward the market. Aemond can hear the way your heart beats faster against your chest, knowing that tiny interaction affected you just as much as it did him. He makes his way toward you, making sure to bump into you. You stumble slightly and he takes your arm to steady you.
“My humblest apologies,” Aemond speaks in a soft, measured tone as you gaze up at him, “Forgive my ignorance. I have recently arrived and I do not know your city. Is a beautiful lady-”
You cut him off abruptly, “Perhaps you might purchase a map for six coppers. Good day, ser.”
You turn to leave, rounding a corner only for the mysterious stranger to catch up to you, as though he has materialized before your eyes from nowhere, continuing to speak, “Please, my lady, I do not mean to offend. I only wish to find my way in this new place,” you frown slightly as he speaks again, “A woman so lovely and intelligent should not be walking the streets of King’s Landing without her gentleman.”
Feeling annoyed by his presumptuousness, you reply primly, “Do I know you, ser? Are you acquainted with my husband? Shall I call upon the City Watch?”
“Husband?” Aemond feigns humility, “I shall bother you no more, my lady.”
You watch as the handsome silver-haired mystery man turns to walk away and feel a pang of longing in your heart. Why does it hurt to watch him walk away from you? Despite your better judgment, you reach out and rest a hand on his shoulder.
“Ser, it is I who have been rude,” you bow your head apologetically.
He gives you a charming smile, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to it, one that has your stomach tied in knots as he murmurs, “Please, permit me to introduce myself. I am Aemond, Prince of Pentos. I am your humble servant.”
Aemond knows that the Westerosi do not know enough about Essosi tradition to question his words. He watches your lips part slightly with surprise as you give him a quick curtsy and tell him your name, smiling shyly.
“I am the daughter of King Robert.”
He gives you a bow in return, gazing up at you all the while, his good eye never leaving yours, “I am honored, my princess.”
You ask the handsome Prince of Pentos to dine with you that evening, inviting him into the Red Keep as your guest, not knowing the repercussions of giving this man permission to enter your home. The two of you drink the finest Arbor Gold and speak on politics, literature, history, philosophy, science, all manner of things. You have met your betrothed, the future Lord Stark, but never has he been able to hold your interest in conversation the way the mysterious Aemond has. He is charming and witty, with a macabre sense of humor.
You rest your chin on your hand as you admire him, his sharp features, his soft voice, “I do not understand why you seem so familiar to me, sweet prince. It is your voice, perhaps. Like a voice in a dream I cannot place,” you murmur.
You gasp softly as he takes your hand in his, long, elegant fingers tracing your palms, the cool metal of his rings brushing against your skin. You gaze into his blue eye, the one that is not covered by his eyepatch, lips parting slightly as he leans in toward you. And yet, you remember yourself at the last moment and pull away.
“I should not have done this,” you whisper, panicked, “I… I must go.”
You turn to leave, but Aemond holds your hand in his, gently turning you back to face him, “Do not fear me, my princess.”
His touch is electrifying and when you meet his gaze again you cannot help being drawn in by his presence. He pulls you close to his chest, resting a hand on your cheek, leaning in close to you.
“Stop,” you whisper weakly, “Gods, why do you feel so familiar to me? Why do I feel as though I know you?”
His lips ghost over your neck and Aemond moves his mouth to your ear, his breath tickling your skin as he whispers, “I have crossed oceans of time to find you.”
You let out a tremulous breath as he moves his thumb to stroke your lip. Aemond inhales your scent deeply, feeling his fangs elongate with hunger as he smells you. His mouth waters as you lean into his embrace, allowing him to press his lips to your neck. The little gasp you let out as his free hand moves to squeeze your waist is enough to drive him mad with want as you succumb to your desire for him, allowing him to kiss you after all these long years apart.
You continue spending time with your new acquaintance. No one knows the truth of where you disappear to when you go to meet him, not even Myrcella. And every day, you fall deeper in love with him, this mysterious dark stranger who has so easily stolen your heart. Thoughts of him consume your waking moments as well as your dreams. You do not understand the connection you have to him, as though he can read your thoughts, as though he knows you better than you know yourself.
Strange things begin happening at the Red Keep, however. Servants going missing, never heard from again. Animals found, entirely drained of blood. You put no stock into it until one day, you find him, your sweet Aemond, fangs suck into the neck of your lady’s maid, draining her of her lifeblood. You gasp in horror and run from him, all the way back to your chambers. Aemond races after you, calling your name, pleading for you to listen to him.
You gasp as a strange green colored mist makes its way into your chambers and the man in question materializes before you, whispering softly, “Do not fear me, my most precious love.”
“What are you?” you ask quietly as he takes your face in his hands, pulling you close to him, his chest pressed against yours, “Aemond, tell me the truth…”
“I am, and always have been, yours.”
You gasp as you see his fangs elongate before your eyes, covering your mouth with shock, “Vampyr,” you whisper.
He nods, removing his eyepatch, revealing his sapphire eye to you, “I am no Prince of Pentos. I am Prince Aemond Targaryen. And you are my love, born again. Tell me you feel the same as I. That you crave our next encounter every passing hour. I know that you must,” he rests his forehead against yours.
“May the Seven forgive me,” you close your eyes, collapsing into his arms, allowing him to hold you, “I love you… I want to be with you. I want to be what you are, see what you see, love what you love.”
“My sweet princess,” Aemond rasps, “To walk with me, you must die to your breathing life and be reborn to mine.”
You nod in understanding, affirming your decision, “You are my love and my life always.”
He smiles at you, pressing his lips to yours before speaking, “Then I give you life eternal, everlasting love. Walk with me to be my loving wife forever.”
Aemond undoes his shirt and you admire him as he drags a nail over his bare chest, opening a vein to allow you to drink from. He holds your head in his hands, bringing your lips to his chest to drink from him, to drink his life’s blood so you may become like him.
“Drink and join me in eternal life,” he urges as you press your lips against him and begin drinking his blood. Aemond lets out a low moan of pleasure at the feeling, holding you close to him as your tongue traces the tiny incision. Then, as though he has a sudden realization, he pushes you away. You gaze up at him in confusion.
“My love?”
“I love you too much to condemn you to walk through the shadow of death for all eternity,” Aemond replies, his voice aching with pain, “I cannot let this be.”
You shake your head, “I do not fear being condemned. What I fear is never feeling your touch again. I want to be with you always,” you bare your neck to him, pleading, “Finish it. Drink from me. Make me like you, Aemond. I know who I am now. I am your lady, your love, returned to you,” you wrap your arms around him, “You crossed oceans of time to find me. And now we can be together. I love you.”
And Aemond sinks his fangs into your neck, claiming you as his. You let out a moan, the ecstasy of his bite overtaking you. It is the most intense pleasure you have felt in all your life as he drinks of you. You faint in his arms, and your transformation begins in earnest. Aemond watches as tremors rack your form, as your body grows cold just as his. He comforts you, holding you to his chest.
When your eyes open, everything in your world seems so much brighter, so much more vivid. And you see him, sitting beside you, waiting for you.
“My love,” he whispers.
You sit up and press your lips to Aemond’s, wrapping your arms around him, holding him close. He gently presses you down onto the bed, his lips finding your neck as he bites you, drinking your blood once more. You let out a soft moan, hands running through his hair as you feel his own hands caress your thighs, pushing your dress and shift up to reveal you to him.
“Just take it off,” you plead, “Take me. Make love to me as we used to.”
Aemond wastes no time and rips your gown from your body, his remaining eye taking in your bare form with no little degree of hunger. He kisses down your body, biting down on the flesh of your inner thigh, your crimson blood coating his lips. You moan, your nails raking across his scalp, throwing your head back against your pillow as he buries his tongue in your cunny, moving it in and out of you, tasting you, moaning against you as he does. You feel his fangs grace against you, hands holding your thighs apart as he continues his task, bringing you closer and closer to your peak. You buck your hips up against him, the pressure deep inside you building to a crescendo until finally, you are overcome by your peak.
When he joins your bodies, you cling to him, your mouth finding his neck as you let your fangs sink in, drinking from him once more. Aemond lets out a low moan as he ruts against you, the head of his cock brushing against your sweet spot with every thrust. Aemond whispers your name, proclaiming his love for you, his eternal desire, his pure, unadulterated devotion to you.
And that is how the two of you intend to remain, in a cycle of never ending love, for the rest of your unnaturally long lives. For a love like this, one that transcends the bounds of time, cannot be limited by a mere lifetime.
Your and Aemond’s love is eternal and will live on forever.
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unhinged Fëanorians AU headcanons
idk if this is even an AU or if they’re just like this
Nelyo:
- Loyal
- The diplomat
- Actually goes fucking crazy after Thangorodrim
- Gives off genuinely the most terrifying energy
- Calculating af
- Will manipulate the shit out of you
- He doesn't look insane but then you get to know him and...
- Lowkey a cult leader (??)
- His followers are also ✨batshit✨
Kano:
- Lowkey the most powerful
- When he sings you think 'avenging angel'
- Not as dramatic as you would think
- Has a conscience
- 'I will make them in my image' energy with Elros and Elrond
- Surprisingly cunning
- Has a smile that will make your skin crawl
- Gentle hands, cruel words
Tyelko:
- Filled with rage pt 1
- Ruthless
- Backstabbing is fun for him
- He loves seeing that face of realization
- His laugh shouldn't make you feel so unsettled
- Cult leader pt 2
- By the end even Oromë is scared of what he's capable of
- Impossible to wrangle (even by Nelyo)
Moryo:
- Spiritually identifies with Pityo
- Smart af
- People try to use ósanwë on him but his mind is like a fortress
- Greed(TM)
- Arguably the least scary
- Rumors spread that he wasn't an elf and was actually a dragon
- Fëanor anti pt 1
- Used a massive fuck off axe in battle
- Fox-like
Curvo:
- Unsettling pt idek
- Conniving bitch of a man
- Vaguely antisocial
- Talks way less than you would think
- A good father for like 10 minutes
- Obsessed with lightning storms
- (Has been struck by lightning)
- Moves like a panther
- Raises one eyebrow
- #1 dad supporter
Pityo:
- Lightly crisp
- Didn't actually die at the burning of the ships
- Can no longer speak because of the scar patterns
- Feral af
- Hates that Nerdanel gave him and Telvo the same name
- Would (and has) punched several of his brothers and cousins
- Spiritually identifies with Moryo
- Everyone swears he’s invisible sometimes
- Slightly better hunter
- No mercy
- Filled with rage pt 2
Telvo:
- Also feral
- Dad always mixed him up with Pityo so they switch places sometimes
- Fëanor anti pt 2
- Slightly more diplomatic
- Develops sign language for Pityo
- Uses ósanwë to talk to Pityo
- (Also they use ósanwë to swap bodies)
- Vaguely terrifying
- Gives off creepy twin energy
- Telvo is the more unsettling of the two
Tyelpë:
- When you meet him you think he’s surprisingly normal
- Eyebrow raise pt 2
- Distinctly unimpressed constantly
- Lowkey thinks it might be fun to be evil for a minute
- Sometimes filed his fingernails into points for the vibes
- Filed his canines so they look like fangs
- Elros and Elrond are his favorite cousins
- Always stealing shit
- Sleight of hand ✨king✨
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Halloween 2023 Prompts Masterlist
AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER
Dragon Husband and Water Bride, Part 14
Lost Prince
Zuko and Azula, Part 32
Firebending Master Zuko, Part 6
Zuko and Azula, Part 33
AVENGERS
Three Faced Goddess, Part 2
BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA
Secret Identity, Part 18
FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST
Colonel Elric, Part 9
Bartender AU, Part 6
What They Expect, Part 2
What They Expect, Part 3
Liore
GODS AND MONSTERS
Ariadne
Dionysus
HADES GAME
Living Blood, Part 15
HARRY POTTER
Mermaid Draco, Part 21
Draco and the Twins, Part 35
Reluctant Uncle Severus, Part 10
Gryffindor Draco, Year 2, Part 5
Time Travel Drarry, Part 8
Ron and Draco Friendship
Draco and the Twins, Part 36
Triwizard Champion Draco, Part 14
SIAT Gringott
SIAT Newly Headless Nick
SIAT Neville
SIAT Snake Summoning
SIAT Percy and Tonks
MERLIN
Ygraine, Part 7
PERCY JACKSON
Momma Hera, Part 42
Runaways
STAR TREK
Jim Sybok Buddy Fic, Part 7
UNTAMED
Lady Mo, Part 48
Bruised Fruit, Part 5
Lady Mo, Part 49
Servant WWX, Part 3
Marriage Assassin WQ, Part 10
Lady Mo, Part 50
Jiang Cheng Time Travel, Part 4
Lady Mo, Part 51
Lady Mo, Part 52
Lady Mo, Part 53
Identity Porn AU, Part 5
Lady Mo, Part 54
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prologue.
the reluctant empress.
(19th Century Imperial Austria AU)
series masterlist
chapter 1 (soon)
jacaerys (jace) velaryon x female!original character
original work: house of the dragon
rating: rated g (will become pg 18+ in later chapters)
summary: this is a dangerous game we play. as rhaenyra sits on the iron throne and the crown lands on her head, she ensures nothing will risk her reign, and that her son, with all his promise, follows after her. and nothing will stop her.
genres: historical, romance, intrigue, smut (to follow)
word count: 1.0k words
Compromise. That was the word Rhaenyra had heard over and over again, uttered until it became repetitive and meant so much until it was empty.
Never had there been an Empress in her own name since Maria Theresa in the Imperial house, and many of her descendants made sure a woman like her could not rise up again whether by inheritance or coup d’etat.
When King Jaehaerys died unexpectedly in the dawning days of 1852, her father Archduke Viserys befell the throne and crown on his head. Long widowed and mourning the loss of his wife and her mother Aemma, Viserys was a peaceful, kind man, gullible and easily influenced, who suffered bouts of melancholy and locked himself away in his room for days and weeks.
After a series of uprisings from the Vale and failed conquests of Dorne, Rhaenyra managed to convince her somewhat feeble-minded and defeated father to abdicate and hand the throne to her, a princess at age of twenty, fresh from having given birth to her third son Joffrey with spouse Laenor Velaryon, who had taken court with her at Dragonstone, at their ancestral home.
Ever since Jacaerys sat on his grandsire’s lap, chestnut orbs full of wonder and curls forming on his head, as Viserys told him that seat would be his one day - it would be her greatest ambition to succeed him on that throne and pave the way for an even greater reign to come in form of her son.
Since the hatchling sat on her son’s chest and crawled over his wooden crib, Jacaerys was meant for greatness and she knew. He, who picked up reading and writing sooner than any babe, who was crawling already when most did not coordinate their spindly limbs together. Whose eyes read voraciously as he was pressed to her breast or a wet nurse’s. ‘Alysanne reborn’ they would call him sometimes - it’s as if she had swallowed texts and candles while she carried him in her womb.
As the scintillating diadem landed on her head full of silver hair up, Rhaenyra was a step closer to making her dream come true. Sapphires emblazoned on her collar, she honoured her mother Aemma wherever she went, avenging all misdeeds done against her, so that she may have the final laugh after all.
Seeing her father all hesitant, appeasing and letting himself be led on by ill meaning snakes who only wished to take advantage of him for their own personal gains had taught her that compromise can only go so far before it eats you up alive. And she won’t let that happen to her. Or to her son.
…
This is the best I can do. Or at least that’s what Alicent’s father told her when he was able to secure a match for her, a second son’s daughter, to a sickly, old Lord Targaryen who was a distant cousin to the conqueror himself. Not as wealthy or influential as the main branch of the family who sat on the throne, but this is the most she can dream for when most lords turned their heads at the sight of her and her brothers.
The old lord, as wealthy as he was, had no great lands but a humble castle in the middle of nowhere in the Crownlands. Loyal and content he was to his family, he had no drive or ambition of his own, after fighting the same war that had gotten Prince Aemon struck with an arrow, returning with maladies that only added to his already delicate health.
Left with two daughters and a granddaughter from the eldest who was now also left a widow, Alicent felt she had no escape, a hole dug so deep there’s no other way but down.
Meek, obedient, people pleasing and content, Helaena was born first, so quiet and unmoving they were afraid she was stillborn and lifeless, answering the prayers of long assumed infertility her husband had assumed from his failure to sire children from his two previous wives. Plump and round faced, her silver hair was nearly pale and had the blue eyes of her father.
Religion was an escape, a soothing balm to her wounds and sensitive nature, to Helaena as it was for her mother. Although Valyrian and raised in Targaryen customs, she was never found without a copy of the seven by her desk, a beloved edition passed down from her maternal grandmother. She married the Lord Celtigar’s second son, a handsome, dashing, brave, rather foolish young man who perished squashing the wars of rebellion in the Vale, never meeting his shy, reclusive daughter Jaehaera.
The second, youngest daughter Y/N - where do we even start? Auburn hair like her mother’s, with dark purple eyes common in the Freehold, was anything like her beloved sister. As close they were, they were opposites in every way. Whereas Helaena was hesitant and shy, Y/N was an accomplished equestrian, loved to hunt and explore the streets of the common folk as her father did in his childhood. Born kicking and screaming, she was nearly double the size of her elder, loud cries so piercing it could be heard throughout the keep.
Her cousins the Lord of Oldtown were aghast to see how her youngest daughter turned out, not made in the image of the Mother, but too Targaryen for their taste’s, yet they could not fully turn away their own kin.
Yet for all her feracious character and restless spirit, Alicent knew from her early age that there was an unsettling beauty to her daughter that she could not fully comprehend. It only seemed to haunt her as her youngest grew, learned to climb and walk and run.
A woman’s household, her father mockingly told Alicent, and although she at first felt humiliated and in despair at her hopelessness, a sense of hope sprouted in her. Draped in obsidian mourning clothes, clinging to the last good lace in her treasury, she receives a letter from her once childhood friend whom she had served as lady in waiting to in her youth, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.
The Queen has invited the Lady Alicent to join her royal court alongside her two daughters, especially as she was considering one who may be the future wife of her son and heir Jacaerys, Prince of Dragonstone. This was Alicent’s ticket to salvation and financial freedom that would save her ailing family from despair - making Helaena a future Queen and her blood on the throne.
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Darkwing Duck and Duck Avenger (PKNA) with their families as superheroes in action (redraw) - Darkwing Duck, Duck comics and Quack Pack AU - Duckverse - Happy my birthday!
I haven't contacted you for a long time because of my problems, but here I am to say that the day has come, that is, today is my birthday (5th April). Yes, I celebrate the same day, when Akira Toriyama, the creator of Dragon Ball, the best manga and anime for me, was born on this day. Certainly a big thank you to him for that!
Well, considering that most people don't know about it, I'm going to publish my tribute, i.e. a redraw of my drawings and that I drew what I like the most. This is a redraw of an old drawing where I drew Duck Avenger (Donald Duck) and Darkwing Duck (Drake Mallard) together in action along with their wives, partners and their children as superheroes. By the way, it's part of my fanfiction that I'm currently writing and it's about that crossover between Duck Avenger and Darkwing Duck. For more stuff see my old drawing code: https://ducktoonsfanart.tumblr.com/post/666638654144446464/ducklooney-now-a-big-surprise-especially-for
Yes, Drake and Donald have similar personalities and have the same angry jerk ego that puts them at odds together (and I love that), but they are also great superheroes and protect their towns (Duckburg and St. Canard) from various villains. And then there's Morgana Macawber, a witch from Transylvania and sometimes Drake's love interest who mostly deals with magic, Daisy Duck as She-Wenger (Paperinika, Super Daisy) as a special version, Uno (One-Uno Ducklair A.I. duck who helps and tasks Paperinik ), Launchpad McQuack, Gosalyn Mallard as Quiverwing Quack (yes Gosalyn is a teenager here and is the same number of years as HDL) and of course Donald's nephews Huey, Dewey and Louie (they are teenagers as from Quack Pack) as T-Squad superheroes (my version). Huey is the Red Shadow, Dewey is the Blue Cyclops and Louie is the Green Avenger. Similar to the old drawing, but significantly modified which I did in my own ways by combining various styles into one. I hope you like it! Also Happy Anniversary Darkwing Duck and PKNA Version Duck Avenger!
If you want to see more of this and if you liked this drawing, feel free to like and reblog this, but please don't use these same ideas and versions without my permission and without mentioning me! Thank you! And it's time for action! Let's Get Dangerous! And happy birthday to me!
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Rise of the Brave Tangled Frozen Dragons: Avengers Family AU - Pt 1
Original Post
Elsa & Jackson Frost
In the farthest reach of space, a vast, magical forest was coated by a large cloudy mist, to conceal the family home within the forest. After the events of New York, Loki Laufeyson had used the Tesseract to escape to the farthest edge of the universe. Now, Loki lives out his days as a father to his two children; Elsa and Jack Frost.
Rapunzel Thordottir
Throughout the Nine Realms, there’s the legend of the Sundrop. Long ago, a single drop of sunlight had landed on the grounds of Asgard, and from the sundrop, a baby girl was born. The girl was gifted with long golden hair that was indestructible and held healing abilities. After finding the young girl, Thor decide to raise Rapunzel as his own.
Merida DunBroch
The DunBrochs were a diplomatic family, consisting of Fergus, Eleanor, and their young daughter, Merida. One evening, a physically-enhanced crime-boss known as Mor’du, had broken into their home, Merida was the only survivor. When SHIELD investigated the crime scene, Agent Barton was there as well, and met the young girl. Knowing Merida needed to be hidden from Mor’du, Barton took the young girl under his wings and to someday help her find justice for her parents.
Anna Carter-Roger
All her life, Anna looked up to her great-aunt; Agent Peggy Carter, listening eagerly to her stories and dreaming of someday being a hero just like she was. On the day of Auntie Peggy’s passing, Anna had been assigned a very special mission; to watch over Steve Rogers, Aunt Peggy’s special friend.
Harold ‘Hiccup’ Lang
Growing up, Hiccup had always been different than the other kids in his neighborhood. Not everyone was over the fact that his dad was a thief, or that his sister mispronounced his name and the nickname stuck. So most days, Hiccup spent in the garage tinkering with his motorcycle and other small inventions. While his father has a suit that can shrink, Hiccup invented a suit that can make him fly.
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My World, Your World
❀ Mommies!WandaNat x Little!Shapeshifting!reader (f)
❀ MD/LG dynamics, fluff, shapeshifting reader, pet names (sweetie, little bunny, firecracker), SFW age regression.
❀ Request: Oh crap there are fanfics of us (Natasha and Wanda react to fics about them) Dragon AU (Reader is a little who can shapeshift into a Dragon)fem reader is a little who shifts into a dragon and her mommies find this adorable.
❀A/N: I got this request from someone who found me on AO3! @SashaWalker2, thank you for your request and I hope that I fulfilled it to your liking! I have never done anything with shapeshifting before, so this will be a fun and new adventure for me:D I have been doing research (watching how to train your dragon) so I really hope this turns out! :D
The world you live in is a little… crazy. Earth 0092 is what it is called by the Avengers. The Avengers are from a different type of earth, but they are currently being hunted on that earth, so they came to this one. The one where you call home. They made themselves a part of your world when they arrived through a portal at the top of a skyscraper in the city. At first, it was cool since you had seen something like it before, but once you saw a man made of Iron, a godly looking one with a hammer, and one with a metal arm, you were officially scared.
Meeting two of them made it better. The two women you met were named Natasha and Wanda. Natasha had short, white-dyed hair, and Wanda had beautiful long natural red hair. They were both equally beautiful and equally different from each other. Both had different attributes, such as Natasha. She had more of a protective personality while Wanda had a motherly instinct as well as a loving personality.
You had met them while you were working the register at a record store. It was Wanda that you had noticed first. However, it was Natasha that noticed you first. You stood out like a sore thumb in the dark lighting of the store. A pink striped shirt with a blue cardigan over the top, blue jeans with a couple tears in them, along with a pair of messy paint-covered Converse. [Or any type of stick-out-like-a-sore-thumb outfit:)]
Nat smiled at you, and you returned that smile with a question. “How can I help you ladies today?” You ask, and Wanda turns to you once she hears your voice. The two women look at each other and shrug.
“We wanted to see what music you had here. We are new in town and would love to compare.” Wanda said, smiling at you from the first aisle of records for sale. You hum at the odd statement, the music you have here being the only music in the whole world. There are four artists that make music that you know of, and everywhere else streams the same music. They must be really new if they didn’t know about the four artists…
You nod softly, not sure what they were to expect, but you let them explore your shop without bothering them. You couldn’t help but hear them talk to each other about what they found; “Wait, these are the same people who wrote this. Are there only a few people who made it to this shop?” The white-haired woman asks, confusion lacing her voice.
You connected the dots from the day the portal showed up.
“You must be a part of the Avengers team that showed up the other day!” You exclaim, walking over to them. They nod in response and watch you as you grab four of your favorite records. “These guys are super cool, they formed about 293 years ago and have been keeping up with the times. They are robots, in case you didn’t know. And this lady, she is super cool. She has written too many songs to count. But she sounds like a siren. Maybe she is one but cut out her powers when she sings. Im not sure. Anyway! I hope you can find what you are looking for.”
Wanda and Natasha watch you with a smile as you explain how the shops and music work in this world. They take the recommendations with open minds and decide that they would come back another time with more questions. And they did come back! They came every day that week to get to know you and the shop.
It was after the full 7 days of visiting you that they finally decided to ask you out on a date with them. You said yes, and they were slightly surprised when you were so direct with them. On Earth 0092, there was no such thing as homophobia, everyone was equally ok with one another and left people alone. It was definitely a world that Wanda and Nat could get used to as they were ridiculed on the earth they were living on.
The first date you all went on was one of the best experiences! You had never been very active in the dating scene, but you knew once you found the right person (or people) you would know that you were in good hands. As you got to know Wanda and Natasha, you found out things about their earth that you never could have imagined.
“Man, humans are assholes.” You conclude, hearing the way they explain the fact that politicians are the ones who target them, and are the most evil in their world. It surprises you most to find out that a lot of what is a reality in your world, is complete fiction in their world. One thing in specific: Dragons.
When they came to Earth 0092, they notices immediately that there were dragons in this world. But they also saw humans, so they suspected that the majority of the population was just ok with having dragons from the mountains wander around. They of course didn’t know that those were actual people that lay underneath the vicious yet gentle dragons they see in the sky above all of the buildings.
It was a dragon's world, with humans adapting and growing up with them. Some include shapeshifters who care for the pureblood dragons. You yourself were a dragon, but at your age in human years, you are [enter your above 18 age here]. Which means you are only a baby dragon at this point. You have not yet transformed yet, and you don’t know when it's going to happen. Some humans have transformed at the age of 14 or 15, but you were a late “bloomer.” Well, that's what your mother called you.
You chuckled along with Wanda and Natasha as they expressed their fears of fire-breathing dragons, and dragons that they thought would hurt them. But you were able to soothe them easily, “I promise you, they are harmless unless you provoke them. They used to be our enemies, but someone decided to ride one and tame it. They are almost like puppies in that aspect. They just want to be loved, and cared for.”
They listened to you, and you were so grateful for that. You really liked the way you felt when they were kind to you, and understanding the reality of your world. They told you stories of their world, where dragons were seen as enemies through movies, and how they were “slain” when a princess needed to be saved. They even told you about an interesting story from a movie called “Shrek” where a donkey and a dragon had children. (?) It confused you a little bit, but you listened with an open mind.
“So, what do you like to do for fun?” Wanda asked you, and you really had to think about it without exposing yourself. Your… littler self.
“Well, I really like to color, ADULT coloring books! I like coloring in adult coloring books, with colored pencils and paint and stuff. I also like listening to that robot band I told you about. But other than that, I really like to travel. Just around.” You said, almost exposing a rather embarrassing side of you in your opinion. What you would find out, is that it is perfectly natural and the two women would be supportive of you.
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It had been a few months now since the Avengers had shown up to your world, and the two women you had gone on a few dates with had convinced you to move in with them. They had found a comfy apartment, slightly bigger than your former one, and had helped you adapt to a lifestyle of living with people that love and care for you.
As Wanda sits on the couch and scrolls through this world's social media, you and Natasha are baking cookies in the kitchen. You two are laughing and taking in each other's company but as you look through the island window to the living room, you see Wanda staring at her phone in shock. You tilt your head and you ask her, “Is everything ok, Wan?”
To your surprise, she responds with a small chuckle. “People are writing stories about us…” She says, piquing your interest as turns her phone towards you and Natasha. You approach her and you let out a small laugh as you look at the screen flooded with pictures and stories about Wanda and Natasha. You sigh in relief as you don’t see anything about you, but you can’t help but get a little jealous, seeing all of these men and women talking and fantasizing about your girlfriends.
“Wait, are these fan fictions of us?” Nat asks, genuinely surprised.
You let out a huff, and sit back against the cushions. You hear a small chuckle and you see Natasha giving you a side eye asking, “Aw, is our little baby jealous?”
You shake your head defiantly and look at the pictures slide-showing on the large screen TV in front of you. Wanda and Nat give each other a sly look, and Wanda puts her phone down, giving her full attention to you. “Hey, sweetie, look we won’t read that stuff. I would rather spend my time with you and Natty. I wouldn’t want our little one to feel betrayed, right mama?” Wanda looks up at Nat smiling as you begin to fall into the space that they so willingly took in.
You were certainly surprised at first when they accepted you but were eternally grateful that they loved you the same. Once you told them that you were got little, they understood knowing that it was a thing back on their Earth, but still wanted to explore more with you.
As you fall deeper into your little space, you lay your head on your Mommy Wandas' chest, sighing and letting out a small whine. “Don wan to see ovver (other) peepo (people) tawking (talking) ’bout yous and mama.” Tears threaten to spill out of your eyes, the quivering of your lip making your mommies coo at you.
“Oh my sweet little bunny, it's ok, we promise to not read that stuff, ok? We pinky promise!” Nat holds out her pinky in front of you as she kneels down, and you link your pinky through hers.
“Onwy (only) if yous pwomise (promise).” You reply, sighing, your eyes watching a piece of dust fly towards you. In the same moment of not really thinking, you sniffle and that little fleck of dust lands right inside of your nose. Letting out a whimper, you feel the sudden need to sneeze.
Sucking in a deep breath, your nose tickles in just the right place and you let out a loud sneeze. In an unexpected instance the room filled with a soft pink puff of smoke. Wanda and Natasha looked at each other, confused beyond their mind.
“Oh, my god…” Wanda whispers, looking at the little pink dragon curled up and asleep in her lap.
“Why didn’t she tell us she was a dragon too?” Nat whispers, running her finger softly over the small spikes that line your back. “She’s just a baby one too…” You react to your spikes being touched by squirming a little bit. You let out a sigh and a little puff of smoke comes from your mouth, indicating that you were a fire-breathing dragon.
Wanda tilts her head at your sleeping form, “She seems harmless, she has to be, right?” She says, praying to her god that she is safe, even in the loving presence of you. Well, dragon-you.
Your breaths are soft and you look peaceful in your moment of sleep, the two women looking down at you with love, adoration, and care in their eyes. As you squirm a little, Wanda gently picks you up, fitting you perfectly in her cupped hands, up and lays you on the small pillow decorating the couch. “There you go, little one, all comfy and cozy.” Wanda smiles, gently running a finger over your pink, scaly snout.
With a small ‘boop’ to your nose, your two mommies chuckle at the way your dark magenta nose scrunches in response. Wanda takes note and keeps that maneuver for future use. Wanda and Natasha sit on the couch together, holding each other and keeping an eye on you until you woke up. Just a few minutes later, your little legs stretch in front of you and the cutest yawn ever seen escaped your mouth.
“Oh my god, that- that was absolutely adorable!” Wanda says quietly, not wanting to frighten you in your sleepy state. She ogled at your pink scales that shimmered in the light from the sun. She wondered ‘Does she play like a dog?’ She thought she could buy you toys and made sure to add a couple to her grocery list the next time she went.
As you were waking up, you let out a small growl and your eyes flutter open. Once you see where you are and who is around you, you sit up and stretch almost like a dog. Your tail stretches out and wags a little bit as you sit down on the pillow, looking up at Wanda and Natasha with innocent, puppy eyes.
They are a little cautious at first, knowing that some dragons can be dangerous. “Hi, little one, can you understand me?” Wanda says, leaning on her hands on her knees as she looks you over. A little tilt of your head and a small nod make it known to the two women to that you can understand them.
You do a little spin, and you hold up your small yet big claws, indicating that you want to hold onto one of their hands. Natasha takes your talon (dragon paw) and smiles as you flex it just like you were holding it as a human. As you take your talon away from her hand you jump off of the couch, letting out a small ‘hmph’ as you lose your balance and topple over on the soft rug below you. With a little shake of your head, you stand up and walk around the legs of Wanda.
They both chuckle and Wanda picks you up. “I didn’t know our little one was the cutest little dragon ever!” She coos at you and you visibly smile up at her. Your eyes sparkle in the sun and you nuzzle your snout against her chest, your tongue licking small strips on her neck.
Natasha steps behind her wife, looking down at you with a bright smile, petting your head with a gentle hand. “Our little firecracker.” She says in a small voice.
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After a few weeks of changing in and out of your dragon form, your two mommies have sometimes come home to a pillow or two torn up and fluff all over the place. Or you passed out on the little dragon bed they bought for you. As you grew, so did the bed, but since you were still just a baby dragon, you did not grow so big. But it was always a joy for your mommies to come home to see you.
Even on days when you weren’t feeling yourself, they loved you to the fullest in both human and dragon form. They would know exactly how you feel the moment they see you laying down on the couch, where you really aren’t supposed to be when you are a dragon, but they can sense something is wrong.
They care for you so, so much, and love you even more. Nothing would change that fact. No outburst, tiny fire your breath causes, especially being a dragon. Absolutely nothing. And you love them for that. You constantly thank them and never disappoint them in the slightest. The most you do is set a pillow on fire, but that's an easy fix thanks to Wandas' powers.
They will never stop loving you, no matter what happens.
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Satoru, Suguru, Sukuna, and Choso in a Rock Band AU... I need my brain to shut up about this and I need to quell my thirst!
✨ masterlist ✨
I could have used J-Rock artists as prime reference, but... listening to my own playlist got me into this mess.
The band lineup in my head:
Sukuna on Drums
Choso on Bass Guitar
Suguru as Lead Guitarist & Main Backup Vocalist
Satoru as Rhythm Guitarist & Lead Vocalist
All of them can scream sing and growl, but...
Sukuna is the best at death growling + gutturals. Think Nergal from Behemoth.
Choso is a false chord scream king. Plus, for some reason, he sings like Corey Taylor in my head.
Suguru is 100% a pro at fry screaming. Also sings like Alex Varkatzas probably.
Satoru probably screams and growls like Andy Biersack or sings like M. Shadows or David Draiman... I can't decide. Although, can 100% picture him belting out The Vengeful One.
Anyways...
Satoru and Suguru are power duo lyricists... Like, they're so good at writing songs together. The themes in each album always defer, but they're really good at hammering in a message (subtle or overt) into every song.
Also also, picture Satoru and Suguru singing into a mic onstage, taking the entire crowd hostage with those never-declining face cards, fingers flawlessly gliding over the frets, pressing on the strings, playing their guitars in perfect harmony. 😩 LAWRD HELP ME, I WANT THEIR TONGUES IN MY MOUTH. 😭
Them playing these guitar solos on 3:21 - 3:55... Satoru doing rhythms at 3:21 and Suguru comes in at 3:36...
From debut, Satoru became extremely popular for never showing people his full face. The fans have never seen his eyes. Yes, he performs with a blindfold on, and during interviews, his eyes are always covered by his signature dark sunglasses.
His eye reveal was in a music video. It played a part skyrocketing the band's fame. And when the band performed live after that music video, Satoru is playing onstage without a blindfold or sunglasses on. Cue the infinite rizz.
Fans always rave that Satoru looks so innocent and cute when his eyes are on full-display (man belongs in a romcom movie) and he's not performing or screaming like a demon into the microphone.
Even after the eye reveal, Satoru still performs with a blindfold on most of the time, and he takes it off with extra flair and drama when the fans ask for it during a concert.
Satoru is very playful when interacting with fans -- a far cry from his onstage persona.
Also, fans are so tickled and pleased that for all his screaming and growling in songs and concerts, Suguru is actually very soft-spoken when he's just talking normally.
Suguru has a tongue piercing and the sexiest dragon tattoo sprawled across his back.
Need I mention the fans love the way Suguru says Satoru's name? Even in this AU, the fans ship SatoSugu. 😝
Suguru is also the one band member who gives insightful answers during interviews. Like, it's always deep with him, much to Choso and Satoru's amusement, and Sukuna's irritation.
Speaking of Sukuna...
Sukuna never wears a shirt during concerts. He has tattoos and he's showing them off like no one's business. Imagine him pounding at those drums, tattooed face, chest, and arms in full display, eyes blazing, tongue out and everything. [DON'T YOU WANT TO LICK HIM? 😜]
Sukuna's the drummer, but he has a microphone too, because he's the best at death growling and they have songs where they get into that.
No one plays drums like Sukuna can. It's a running gag in their fandom that Sukuna had four arms in another life because how in the fuck can he do what he do?
Sukuna is also famous for getting shit-faced before an onstage performance. For some reason, he plays perfectly fine even when he's inebriated or high. It's a flex! 😩
By contrast, Choso and Suguru eat super healthy.
Satoru is always on a sugar-high. Did we expect anything less?
Satoru and Suguru will write really dark songs and they will hand over the vocals to Sukuna, because it fits him so well. Kinda like this:
Satoru may be lead vocalist on paper, but all the boys in this band can sing, and they're all hot when they do it. 😝
The fans love it when Choso goes apeshit on the microphone. I imagine him singing this and it's a treat every fucking time!
Choso is baby. 😝 He's so cute and always looks out for everyone behind the scenes. The band has filmed backstage documentaries before, and the fans who've seen those love Choso so much because he takes care of all the members.
Choso plays bass and each time he has a solo in the song, it's a guaranteed eargasm. 😩🙏 Can he finger me the way he fingers that bass please?
Choso is so sweet to the fans... Always gives them attention even when he's not supposed to. (e.g., when he leaves his house and he finds them outside the gate). He just can't be mean!
Satoru and Suguru are fan service kings! Like during concerts, they don't shy away from getting super close to the crowd. They're also multi-tasking kings, because imagine playing an instrumental solo, singing, and doing crowd work at the same time.
The four of them are trolls! Satoru and Sukuna are the biggest trolls and menaces. Suguru goes along with whatever Satoru wants, and Choso tries and fails to be responsible.
They are well aware of the baseless rumors around their songs and performances (that they're spawns of hell, they worship the devil, etc.), and they play into it to annoy the haters some more and give them fodder. Hate comments are free publicity apparently.
Dating any one of them will either be fun and chill, or just outright chaos. No in-between.
I don't think Sukuna would date anyone though. He strikes me as a pump-and-dump type of man. Hooking up with him means a grand time in the sheets, but it's only good until he gets bored. After he gets bored, it's done. Bye!
Choso would treat you right, no questions. He makes time and does whatever you want to do. You want to workout with him? Okay! You want your own personal concert? Why, of course! You want time for private getaways? He's booking first class plane tickets to a vacation destination of your choice. You want to learn how to play bass guitar? "Come here, Darling. Let me show you."
With Satoru and Suguru, it's a toss up. Mostly because I think it will have to take someone super special (a person who isn't easily cowed and who loves either of them so much) to get either of them to fall in love. When they fall in love with their S/Os though, they're all in.
Dating Satoru or Suguru in this situation means having rock songs written about you. It's one of their love languages in this AU.
I also don't know what their band would be called. 😝
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more omega Hannibal fic list please 💗
Thanks for the request! Below are my Omega!Hannibal fic recommendations. Read responsibly and mind the tags!
The only fic ranked on this list is the first—stink in the nostrils by murdertrout. It is my favorite fic of all time, period, and just happens to be Omega!Hannibal. The last fic on the list is mine. Enjoy <3
stink in the nostrils
Secret Omega Hannibal is not pleased that he has imprinted on Will Graham. He avenges himself on his biology by getting Will Graham put behind bars. But when Will figures out what he’s been hiding and tampers with his suppressants, triggering his first heat, they both get more than they bargained for.
put your aching teeth to good use, my dear
Fromage AU. When Will sees Hannibal in his office, bloody but alive, he goes into a feral rut. Hannibal tries to pacify him.
prime
He bares his teeth in a smile that makes Will answer in kind. "I'll find you," he says; a threatening promise of his own.
Will grins, and purrs for him in a way that makes Hannibal ache all over again. "Good," he replies. "I want you to."
feral
“Will,” Jack Crawford growls down the line, “Tell me Hannibal Lecter never confided in you that he was an Omega.”
“Oh, shit.”
“Oh, shit,” Jack agrees.
They’ve come a long way from the old days, where Omegas in heat would slaughter anyone who stood between them and their chosen Alpha. Where Omegas would fight each other to the death in order to claim their prize, and some Alphas died of rut exhaustion or from injuries sustained from a too-eager Omega. Now, Omegas temper their heats with stabilizing pills and Alphas have a say in who they breed. But there would have been no stabilizing pills provided to an incarcerated Beta.
asserting dominance (dead dove!)
Hannibal has spent years of imprisonment without Will properly acknowledging their mating bond. When Hannibal sends the Dragon to kill Molly and Walter, he finally provokes Will into action: to remedy his jealous behavior by inducing his heat, and putting him in his place.
top dog, lost kitten
Hannibal, an omega catboy belonging to a rich family, finds himself drawn to a stray alpha dogboy by the name of Will. When Hannibal wanders the streets during his heat, he gets unwanted attention. As he had hoped, Will is there to look out for him.
soaked through
Season 3 AU, where Will shows his face and instead of receiving pain, Hannibal receives everything he's ever wanted.
we don't need to heal
Tired of wasting resources dealing with a horrific Omega criminal who is definitely not insane, the BSHCI and the FBI decide that the best course of action is to have him mated to an Alpha who can keep him under control. Find an Alpha for the job, and Hannibal Lecter can be out of their hands for good.
Will Graham enters the BSCHI, believing himself to have been selected to interview the notorious killer about a cold case that has recently been attributed to him. What he finds instead will change their lives forever, and leave him wracked with guilt.
Hannibal, on the other hand, could not be more satisfied with how things panned out for them both.
distraction
Hannibal smiles, purring softly, and leans down to nuzzle Will's forehead. "You needn't be so distressed, darling," he murmurs. There is blood on Will's neck, and his cut palm smears more fresh up his mate's bare forearm. His sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, so he can give Will all of his scent. Hannibal licks the smear of his own slick on Will's cheek, his purr for a moment growing louder. "When have I ever denied you?"
tables turned (dead dove!)
When Will turns a gun on him, Hannibal goes into heat. Will decides to toy with him before giving him what he wants.
an unexpected guest
Ten-year-old Henry Lecter’s sitter just bailed, leaving him alone to watch over his younger siblings. And that would have been fine, had a man from the FBI not chosen that precise moment to show up at their door.
or
Will and Hannibal got a little too close in Naka-Choko, resulting in a surprise pregnancy. Rather than having the bloody canon break-up, they took their new family, including Abigail, and skipped off to Europe for their happily ever after. Enter Jack, tracking them down almost eleven years later in the quaint Italian countryside, with only young Henry there to protect the family.
stronger than memory (dead dove!)
"Your real name can't possibly be Schatje."
"It's the only real thing you need to know, Will."
“Fine, at least tell me what it means.” It wasn’t a question nor a request, but a statement.
"It means little treasure."
“And are you, then? A little treasure?”
cover to cover (the mark of a lover)
Will and Hannibal are both Omegas. After Tobias' death, Will takes Hannibal home. Hannibal comes to the realization that, if the world will not give him the Alpha he so desires... he will create one.
time reversed
Hannibal and Will traverse an unexpected intimate development.
black in the moonlight
With his upcoming dinner with Hannibal and Jack hanging heavy on his mind, Will is drawn to Hannibal's house in the middle of the night. What he finds there affects him—for better or worse, it's hard to say.
trick me twice
Hannibal and Will are leaders of allied gangs, and were friends at one point - until Hannibal almost killed Will and sent him to prison. Now he needs Will's pack, his numbers, to stop his own pack being overrun. Will might never trust him again, but there's no reason they cannot keep things professional. At least, that's what Hannibal tells himself, as he enters the BSHCI to ask for Will's help.
a rare bouquet
Will finds himself drawn in by the darkness at Hannibal’s core—something only fully revealed in heat when the violent deaths of his alpha suitors can be legally excused. When Will witnesses the aftermath of one of those murders first hand, he feels compelled to begin a courtship, wanting to see everything that lies beneath the surface. But what he seeks is not tame, and it will take more than flowers to earn its respect.
into the wild
Alpha Will stumbles upon a feral Omega in Lithuanian forests. Too fascinated to leave him be, he follows him, not knowing what awaits him.
genesis
The fish of Hannibal's trust is a spritely and skittish thing, but Will is patient. He can follow the bubbles in the water and the shining slip of scales within the currents. He can fashion beautiful lures, both mental and physical, to please and soften his mate.
brouillé
Unthinkingly, he reaches into the drawer and pulls out the top shirt, holding it to his face and breathing in. No bleach, only the faintest trace of salt sweat, and none of the bitter fear he had expected. Instead, what Hannibal inhales is the pure, unsuppressed scent of alpha.
That’s all it takes. One. Deep. Breath.
use your words
“Don’t worry, darling,” Hannibal says softly. “I know just what you need. You’re here for a reason—because you need a Daddy to guide you. So let go of your preoccupation with control and let me take care of you.”
series: other people's hearts
Truck driver Will suddenly finds himself with an armful of bloody omega named Hannibal, far too young and pretty to be hitchhiking in the middle of nowhere, and to Will's horror… fast approaching heat.
on the grounds where we feel safe
"Single Omega household seeking a primary caretaker for high-school aged female. Must own vehicle for chauffeuring, errands, and other duties as necessary. Room and board provided, and a stipend for necessities available for negotiation. Must have open availability and be willing to submit to a background check and drug test. Immediate start." Then a name, and a phone number. Doctor Hannibal Lecter.
it takes two to nest
When Hannibal hears a commotion down the hall at the hospital, naturally he goes to investigate. When he finds out that the omega patient, a Mr. Will Graham, is struggling so hard that the doctors are having difficulties handling him, naturally he is intrigued. And when he finds out that the on-call OBGYN has been delayed, naturally he steps in to deliver Will's baby himself.
Dr. Hannibal Lecter can do anything, after all. Including deliver someone else's baby while minutes away from going into labor himself.
sweet tooth
He has prepared for this, of course. No self-respecting Omega of his stature and skill would deign to let themselves be taken by surprise. Although, again, he has not expected his final heat to approach for some time, it is one of those occurrences people prepare for like Doomsday. He has plans, and bags packed, and knows what he will need to do, to make sure he makes it through the ordeal with minimal discomfort. The first step will be to hunt, to stock his fridge and his stores so he will not go hungry. The second step will be to find a suitable companion.
slow like honey
Hannibal’s childbearing years are behind him, but Will manages to send him into his first heat in years. Will offers to help him out—it’s the least he can do.
duty calls
Tonight, Will is hungry.
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