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bonny-kookoo · 9 months

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Jungkook

𝐄𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: The Hunt 🔞

Every year, he joins the old tradition of traveling, where his ancestors have once ruled the skies. Every year, he meets familiar faces and new ones he's never seen before. Every year, he watches how his brothers find their mates, build their families, and introduce new generations to stories as old as time. But this year, something might be different. This year, there's you - a treasure worth more than he could ever offer.

Main Tags/Warnings: Dragon!Jungkook, strangers to lovers/mates, mentions of folklore and traditions, modern fantasy, romance, Dragon!Reader, it's finally here, Primal Play who would've thought, intense making out, sexual tension, smut, rough but sensual, protected sex you know me by now I always manage to sneak protection into these situations and so should you, biting, strength kink oops, knotting oops², Jungkook steals her underwear wait what-, outdoor sex, FLUFF

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The hunt is something you never thought you'd experience for yourself.

You're not really a fan of men constantly barking about how capable and masculine they are- when down the line all it's built on is insecurity and mommy-issues. Dragonkin of your age tend to be like that however. And so for the longest time, you had simply told yourself to leave the community entirely, and just live a normal human life away from your roots, like most female dragonkin do.

And then- well, then came Jungkook.

While at first, you didn't really trust him, you now know that it was mostly because he just felt.. too good to be true. There just had to be something off about him, something bad that he's hiding- and maybe there is, and he's just an extraordinarily skilled manipulator. But even if he is, you don't mind any longer. He can have you.

But not without any fight from your end.

The festival is in full force now, and as you step outside, you're immediately greeted by the sounds of music, people laughing and dancing, and food being cooked and eaten. You keep your eyes open for any sign of Jungkook being present-

after all, the moon is high up, meaning that the hunt, even now as you just finished your own part of the tradition inside the house, is on.

Any second now he could grab you, and you'd be officially his.

You've cleaned your body and made sure to use a scented body oil right after- lavender, to confuse his senses. You're not going to make it easy, not now, and not ever. If he wants to be with you, and more so stay with you, he's going to have to put in work as well- and you want him to know that right from the start. You're a dragonkin, just like him after all. You're not going to stay with someone who thinks he's a treasure, but in reality is just cheap metals acting like it.

But for now, you'll keep an eye out for him as you stand by a grill, getting some food for yourself while he's probably already hunting you in silence, waiting for his chance to strike.

And true to that, unbeknownst to you, he is already stalking his treasure, waiting for the perfect moment.

He's picked up your scent already, heavily masked by the floral body oil and the shampoo you've used for your hair today. The night of the Hunt is always special- both him and you wash off anything of the past still clinging to your bodies, before you dive in and give into your instincts, to lead you where you want to be in the future.

Either together, or apart. If you want the latter, you'll need to escape him until the sun starts to rise. But he feels like that won't happen- because just a moment later, as he walks around a corner, there in the distance, he can see you.

As soon as he spots you, it’s like his instincts take ahold of him. There’s no denial of the power you already hold over him, one glance enough to trap him into abandoning anything he was going to do- instead, his legs already moving, feet on their way to follow where you’re leading him. Through the crowds and past dancing people, the lights and lanterns glow as if to help him in keeping up with you.

The jump in your step makes it the more clear to him that you’re clearly enjoying this, teasing him almost; the bell on your anklet a siren song putting him into a trance, helplessly cursed to follow wherever you go.

And then you turn around, impish smile on your lips as you catch his hand, pulling him closer to you as you jump and dance to the music being played, but only for a moment, before your hands push against his chest, the chase finally starting as you give him the final sign to catch you now.

You’re offering him a chance- and he’d be stupid not to take it.

Your laughter makes it horribly easy to follow you through the woods, stray lanterns here and there helping his human sight to stand a chance during this night. The music has grown faint, drums still heavy and noticeable, just like the other instruments and laughing people back at the main grounds. He can hear your breathing by now, and it fuels his own desire because it’s a sign that he’s almost made it.

He can’t let you get away now.

You can hear him close behind, boots heavy on the forest floor as he never seems to lose sight of you- and you wouldn’t want him to, either. He’s already proven himself as a more than suitable mate, as more than a potential friend or lover. But he’s a bit cocky, a little bit too proud and up in the clouds- a lesson is due it seems for the tall dragon chasing you as if he’s the apex predator.

Sure, the anklet he gave you might be a little bit of a hassle- but nothing you can’t handle. He thinks he’s already got you pinned. He thinks you’ll just make it easy.

It’s time to prove him wrong.

Swiftly you grab the hem of your dress to hold it up, before you change your direction, ducking under heavy trunks of fallen trees before you jump over others too close to the ground, your goal in sight as you can head him almost growl under his breath as he encounters the many hurdles you’ve already gotten over.

With enough time to spare now, you start to climb the tree in front of you-

Only for his wrist to catch your ankle, delicate golden bell almost mocking you as it jingles, both of you panting as he grins up from his spot on the ground. His black hair is wild and curled at the ends, his eyes piercing with excitement as he slowly catches his breath. You still at least move to sit on one of the thick branches able to easily support your weight, his hold on your leg still present, though it relaxes as you look at him. “Caught you.” He says happily, as if he’s just made his greatest achievement to this date and you smile.

He can’t quite grasp that he’s really got you now.

“You did.” You answer back, wind rustling the crowns full of leaves of the trees all around you both, music faint in the background. “What’re you gonna do now?” You ask him, and he chuckles, lip running over his bottom lip before he answers, stepping closer, making you shiver in anticipation.

“First, I’ll get my treasure down from that tree..” he starts, easily pulling you down just like he said- catching you, thankfully, as he holds you by your waist, eyes running over your body, finally able to have you up close like this. “…then, I’ll admire it..” he continues lowly, no need to put much volume into his voice as he does just what he says, one of his hands moving to run through your hair, exposing the side of your neck to him, a place still bare but soon to wear his mark of love.

“ ..and then?” You ask quietly, making his smile grow as he leans down close, breath hot against your skin.

“..and then I’ll claim it.” He says, lips faintly brushing against your ear.

And you smile, grin spreading, before you tilt your head.

"Good luck with that." You hum against his lips which are just a breath away- and his gaze widens just for a split second before you sneakily dash away from him and out of his grasp, running faster than before deeper into the surrounding woods. You're really not making it easy for him at all.

And he loves it, muscles aching to get a final grasp on you now.

You're going to be his.

He can see you in the distance getting closer, no match for his stamina at the end of the day as he slowly catches up with you. He's got to give you that- you're not stupid at all, instincts clearly sharp and working well. Instead of trying to outrun him, you constantly twist and turn, trying to confuse him instead. But it doesn't work this easily on him.

Especially because he knows that you're having just as much.. fun as he does.

He can smell you.

He's already won. You just want to see if he truly wants to earn his spot at your side it seems like. And he does- he wants to prove his worth in more ways than just this. What you don't know, is that he's not just running after you- he's not hunting you anymore, but more so herding you into the direction he so wants you to run towards.

And just like sheep, you run right where he wants you to.

It's a split second where he can see you trip, almost falling, if not for his hand reaching out to grab the back of your white dress to yank you backwards into his chest where he holds you. You're both breathing heavily, chests rising and falling at a rapid pace, before he finally gets out a question.

"You okay?" He asks, and you nod, reassuring him quietly. "Looks like I caught you again." He chuckles, and you laugh too, still out of breath.

"Pure luck." You hum out, before you lean into him-

giving up.

giving yourself to him.

"I can give you a third chance." He offers teasingly almost, though he does mean it. You shake your head however, denying it. You don't actually want to run from him anymore.

You're fine with staying at his side.

"No." You hum, leaning your head back into his body. "You caught me." You admit, breathing finally evening out, and he smiles down at you, before he turns you around, and holds your face in his hands to finally kiss you- hungry and eager, after the chance had been taken away moments prior by you.

He's no longer wasting time.

You're not sure where he's walking you towards, his lips chasing away any coherent thought it feels like, but even if you could form a functioning thought right now, you wouldn't actually fight him at all.

"Jungk-" You gasp when his knee pushes between your legs, your back against a tree behind you while his hands waste no time to touch you. Currently occupied with feeling your chest through your dress, he's almost growling into your mouth as he grabs at your flesh, all while he steals your breath, lips working tirelessly against your own.

There's nothing that's holding him back any longer. He doesn't need to restrain himself.

"I told you how it's gonna go, didn't I?" He says, finally giving you some chance to breath, while he lifts his leg a little, pushing further into you. "I caught you.." He hums against your lips, slipping out of his jacket to move a bit more freely, hands gripping the hem of your dress to push it up so his palms can explore what skin you're hiding beneath. "Now I'm gonna make you mine." He grins down at you.

"Right here?" You ask, but he knows from the sight of your eager hips alone that you're not against the idea at all.

"Right here.." he agrees therefore, leaning down to kiss you feverishly, hands unable to keep still as they explore your body, anklet around your foot jingling every now and then with every movement you make. You could've taken it off at any point-

But you didn't. You accept him. You want him. And it only fuels his need for you.

"Jungkook please-" you beg, raising your hips to try and reach him. He knows what you want, what you crave.

"Hm?" He asks, biting at your neck before he kisses the marks soothingly. "You sound so sweet." He comments with amusement, while you grip his wrists, needing to hold onto something. He's not marked you up yet- and you wonder why not. He's got the chance now. You want him too. You want him to claim you, just like he said.

His hand between your legs is feeling you up, exploring, trying to prepare you for what's possibly to come. Maybe even just checking if you're getting ready yourself.

And what he finds gives him his definite answer.

"You were made for me, weren't you?" He coos at you, a smile on his lips as he watches you squirm, before he moves his hands, gripping the sides of your underwear, the sound of fabric ripping cutting through the silent woods around you. It happens twice- and then the fabric is gone, a cool gust of wind leaving you shivering for a second, wet skin exposed to the elements while he sneaks your ripped underwear into the pocket of his pants. It's an action you don't notice-

and it doesn't matter anyways, as his fingers enter you, exploring what makes you squirm and what makes your breath hitch.

You're clinging onto him, and he loves the feeling of your fingers on his skin, desperation making you uncaring of how you might come off as towards him. He wants you just like this- raw, unfiltered, wild. After all, there's dragonblood running in both of your veins. Flames burn under your skin, never to be tamed, only ever bowing to the one you'll call your mate.

And he knows he'll bow to you if you just say so, no shame in the thought at all.

He's yours.

He honestly had given up on the thought of ever really getting together with another dragonkin, considering his lack of interest, and the small amount of female dragons still participating in festivities like these. He knows that it's a complicated issue where no one's really truly entirely at fault- but having you in his hands like this makes him hopeful that maybe not all is lost yet. There's still chances for dragons to find and love each other-

You're both a prime example.

You're awfully fidgety now, clearly trying to get him to get you off- but he just chuckles. "No." He suddenly says, and you look at him, confused before you can hear his belt buckle, jeans falling down to his knees, his length already way beyond ready. He's impressive, just like any dragonkin- the distinctive shape of his cock reminding you of what will happen if he goes in raw like this.

And apparently, that's exactly what he wants to do, as he adjusts your hands on his shoulders, eyes sharp and filled to the brim with nothing but lust.

"Hold onto me, my love." He growls out to you, before he holds underneath your thighs, resting your back against the bark of the tree behind you, needing some sort of help to guide the tip of his leaking length towards your equally sodden entrance, before he lets your body lean down onto it, filling you up.

You're instantly clenching around him, feeling like you've finally been made whole.

You're clinging onto him, arms around his neck, before he adjusts the placement of his hands, now on your ass as he helps you move, skin slapping against skin while you whimper into his neck, your kisses on the skin shaky, as you try and keep yourself from biting him. Your head is dizzy, barely able to think much more than about him, his scent, his hands on you, his body so close, his mouth even closer as he breathes down your neck, his cock balls deep inside you.

You're sure you've by now stained even his skin in your arousal. You must be- because the smell of sex is all around you both.

He slows down for a moment, before he takes a few steps, leaning down on his knees before your back is placed on something..

soft?

You're a little curious where you are, but he gives you no chance to really take a look around, when he pushes himself back into you, hands pushing your dress out of the way, before he grips at the neckline of it, fabric loudly protesting against the way he pulls on it to expose your naked chest to him. He's ruining your clothes-

and you couldn't care less, as you feel him thrust inside you again, his pace now much more controlled, much more calculated. The grip he has on your wrists will surely leave them red for a while, and you want all of his marks he's willing to give you.

"Jungkook-" you whine, breathing heavily, back arching and hips squirming as you reach your peak. "-please-" You beg, and he knows exactly what you want.

"You want my mark?" He asks, and you nod, wrists wiggling around to instead move, holding his hands, interlocking your fingers. "You want to be mine?" He asks, and you yet again agree, feeling him stutter in his pace as well.

And then he leans down, hands on your back picking you up, position changing yet again as he pulls you close by your ass, helping you in your hips moving, obscene sounds coming from the both of you while he pushes your hair out of the way, kissing up the path to your neck where he decides for the best spot to place his bond.

And as he bites down, he feels something he didn't quite expect-

You doing just the same to him.

It catches him off guard so much, that he instantly reaches his own orgasm, length swelling inside you to keep him locked in place as his cock spurts into you, coating your insides in his clear cum. He doesn't have to worry about accidentally knocking you up- after all, that's another part of his dragonblood, something to differentiate him from regular humans. The first time with his mate, he's only claiming you- mixing up your scents, creating an entirely new one, bonding himself to you for the rest of your lifes.

And he knew you willingly gave yourself to him at the end of this hunt- but to have you claim him too, definitely gives him a boost of confidence in your now shared future together.

You're both breathing heavily, your thighs still shaking from your orgasm that's still drumming through you, as you hold onto him for dear life. Only now do you finally have time to look around a little, noticing the numerous blankets you're both sitting on, and only now do you realize just how much more thought he'd put into all of this than you originally thought he would.

He really isn't at all what you thought he'd be, as a dragonkin.

And it's the last thing, the last proof you need to finally let yourself be held by him, his hands running over your exposed skin as if to make sure you stay warm as the wind rushes softly through the crowns of the trees around you, while he nuzzles the spot of your mark on your neck, occasional kisses placed as if they could help it heal faster. He's probably all foggy inside his head, and you don't mind letting yourself feel the emotions as well-

shutting your brain off, as you lean into his chest, arms around him holding him tightly, while his chest rumbles with the purrs of pleasure and happiness.

You're finally his.

And he'll always be yours.

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ladythornofrivia · 6 months

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Kingdom of Fire & Blood || (Part One)

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summary: modern!reader woke up in Westeros after getting drunk.

pair: aemond x reader

warnings & disclaimer: smut, violence, p in v sex, sexual content, aemond being arrogant but is secretly a softie, modern reader doesn’t know how the world of GOT works but is a Aemond stan, praise kink, breeding kink, spitting kink, voice kink, fluff, angst—family drama, oral sex, hate sex, jealousy, stalking, virginity loss, obsession, reader being sassy and aroused, sweet moments with reader and aemond. Reader is a huge GOT & HOTD fan. Pro-Green, Reader is a green supporter. Aemond becomes king instead of Aegon. (P.S. Alys who? I only know Aemond x Reader).

a/n: it’s official! It’s here! I hope you enjoy my fanfic series of ‘Kingdom of Fire and Blood’.

Chapter One: The Dark Uproar

In a realm of dragons and knights,

There lays with conquer and fear, from scorching summer through bleak winters, through life of air and fire and ashes.

In a realm of nobility and law, in the halls of mountain and sea,

the green star has shed upon the dark, cloudless sky, wedged upon the shrouded waters of Westeros.

The green star has emerged.

“Seize her! Don’t let her get away!” the man pointed at you dashing away from the scenery.

It’s a dream. You were sure that it’s a dream. Dreams occurred in a blurry vision, not by transparency. Dreams are often—and easily—forgotten once awake after the newborn daylight arises.

In a midst of pursuit, you retraced back your steps. You went at your friend’s celebration, then eat and watched anime— you didn’t have much vigor to spare for removing your makeup due to sleepiness. The last thing you ever did was you resting on your warm bed without a change of clothing, now dry and shivering, laying down on a half-parched sand, half-asleep while unsure of what’s happening before your arrival. You were unconscious deeply in your sleep you weren’t aware of the commotion you have caused, awoken by the young knight, who found you in the brink of nightfall—who fled and carried you—travelled within distance for three days.

Under a huffed breath, legs and feet numbed as you carried yourself away to stray paths where band of guards weren’t able to trace you accurately. You’re much lighter and faster with sprinting; due to their armor, they couldn’t move they so desire. Even more so when some guards have horses with them. Or hounds barking with thirst for a good gnaw on your youthful flesh.

Until now, you’re steadfast with rush. Harsh wind blasted in your earholes at the stallion’s speed.

Your mind is raced with previous encounter, mind occupied with millions of panic inquiries.

~ before the chase ~

Previously, with your skin and bones beneath your tight crop top shirt and tennis skirt quivering at a spine-tingling weather, despite the lack of storming wind, you have no idea where to begin on what to say to the young knight but offering him a small yet timid smile to lessen the intensity of cumbersome fate that’s forcefully thrusted upon you, oblivious and frightened, shaking like a grumpy feline that despises water or anything that touches the feline.

Upon the yearnings of a weeping locked inside your heaving chest, of begging and wanting to go home was futile, estranged within a foreign land. As the vexed fate of anxiety clambered into your heart, the staggering breaths and rasps in your voice and your loud thoughts has been noticed by a young man in fancy armor, bestowing you with a relieved grin etched on his weary features. You’re certain that Halloween is over.

“You have awaken,” he said with a brightened grin, though you weren’t focused on the sound of his voice, but saw his lips shifted.

Noticing the young man’s eyes, you were positive that no one wouldn’t rescue a stranger such as yourself. Groaning, you leaned your back against over the bulkiness of a tumbled tree. Fire flickered and crackled like bones snapped to pieces.

“Can you hear me, my lady?” he asked, alarmed yet almost as quiet; he didn’t wish to see you alert under his aid.

“My lady,” you repeated, lifting your heavy-numbing head, confused as you were shaking with your eyes sealed with bursting pink stars flowing in your black vision, ears, head and heart pounded against you wakened state. Sighing, you resumed with, “How long have I been unconscious?”

“For three days,” he said, the soft outline of his lips curled upward, as if he was relieved to see you alive and well. Your eyes examined him, spotting the clean armor and a long sword carried in his sheath.

“What happened?”

“I saw you lying unconscious, so I have to come and save you, hoping that you’re alive.”

Everything was bizarre at this point.

“Save me?” you asked the boy, subconscious, coughing out the thick, salted water, clutching your chest tight, pounding for the leftover to drain.

“Yes, my lady,” the young man said with a kind smile, but his glassy eyes beamed against your frightful ones, covered in soot, despite being drenched. “I was sent by my father for a further alliance with another house, but as soon as I left the castle, I found lying you unconscious in the midst of the ocean. I have swam my way to rescue you.”

“Where did you find me exactly? I’m all wet,” you commented, lips curled in disgust your clothes are caked in black sand and puddle.

“I found you by the shores, and took you in quick before anyone could search on the grounds.”

Your head was pounding.

“Shores?”

“At Blackwater Bay,” he explained.

Blackwater Bay, you thought as your fingernails scraped onto your wet scalp. That name sounds familiar.

The back of your head was pounding. “Are we still at Blackwater Bay?”

“We travelled within three days while you were in your subconscious state. A fewer miles ahead and you’re already in the kingdom.”

Then the skies filled with an animalistic roar, screeching like nails on a chalkboard.

Your ears covered and shoulder blades flinched at the long, grating sound.

Your shoulders flinched as you said, “What the hell is that?”

The young man still grinned, remaining silenced from your projected inquiry.

“They’re still frightened of the sound,” is all he said. “Of the light.”

You eyed on him with perplexed expression resting on your features.

“What light?” you wondered. “What did you mean when you ‘they’re still frightened of the sound’?”

“Dragons,” the young man said, eyes twinkled. “You came down here with the light, and that’s what’s causing the uproar.”

You found his cryptic statement alarmingly bizarre due to his faint enthusiasm.

“We’re reaching close to our destination,” he said, but you still don’t comprehend.

Bewildered, before you could ask another, the clanging sounds of metal and flickering flames on a torch and countless heavy stomps dashed on its way to your direction.

“Allow me to escort you to safety. These guards are brutal than ravage beasts,” he said to you. “I can’t let a young maiden die in vain.”

Your breath held in shortly.

“Which way should I go? Is there a safe spot for me to hide?”

“Take the nearest path down on a pebbled road and hide. From there, you’ll see the narrow passage, one where no one uses. Traitors and spies lurking about the lower grounds.” and kept heading The young man pushed you, guided you and instructed you to conceal behind the large and sharp boulder, while your legs shaken, air colder than ice. However, another realization dawned upon your wake. You have nowhere to go. Not in this foreign land.

Thoughts conjured and slice your numb mind open. Death is near me; I’ll be killed if I don’t have something with me.

“Where am I heading to?”

“Somewhere far where they can’t reach you or trace your steps. You’re heading to a place where the crown’s might is still strong.”

You paused in your tracks. Wait, that can’t be right.

The rumbled noise made it’s passage close to your location, causing for your heart and his sprung with immense fear.

Both of you reached in time as he hoisted your body up on the saddle. Before whipping the reins on the horse, the young man gave you the dagger with a symbol on his shining armor. The same sigil the knight has on his armor—or so it appears. “You’ll be in safer hands if you carry something with you.”

“If we meet again, I’ll return this blade back to you.”

His eyes gazed into yours with a sad smile.

“Still, I don’t even know your name.”

He grasped your hand shortly. He smiled. “Ser Remon Blackwood.”

The pounded hooves reached a louder noise, getting near to your direction.

“Thank you, Ser Blackwood,” you said.

Remon Blackwood had his hand reached out to yours. “You share kindness like no other. Not like the people in the realm with conquering dragons. It’s an honor to meet you, my lady,” he said, giving you a one last smile.

“Dragons?” you questioned in shock.

He gave a hard slap on the horse’s front leg, as he watched his given horse galloped with you giving one last look onto the despairing knight with a somber smile.

Your eyes darted forward, leaving your ears perceiving the traced sounds of sword clashed and rang, forest filled with raged shouts.

Afar, a young knight plea for mercy, then a long-produced sounds of swords slipped through cracked armor and bones, blood shed and slimed over the forest ground.

Then nothing; only the solid ripples of the heavy hooves and a rushed wind from a great stallion’s speed deafened onto your ears.

The good knight is dead.

And the nightfall became colder.

~ present ~

The horse nearly reached to a wide-ranged road when five of the men continued to pursuit you, eyes preyed on you at the back of your head, drilling and contain in unyielding desire of violence.

“Kill the bitch!” one man shouted.

Looking over to your shoulder, on your left, you saw the man on the right drew out a bow, and sent the arrow down at your back. But you managed to duck in time. With an irritated huff, the man sent another blow with the second arrow. You ducked your head once more, gazing back, then forth, then back again.

Heart pounding in your chest; the distance between them began to shrink.

“For fuck’s sake,” the first man bellowed, wrinkles on his forehead protruded, veins on his neck were visible. “Sent the arrow flying down on that bitch’s neck, you good for nothing prick!”

The second man’s face went pale. “I’m trying, sire.”

“Try harder, you useless fucktwad!”

Clutched fingers against the writhed reins grew tired, the steadiness in your breath increased tenfold in suffocation, heart rate escalated twice as strong—feeling hot and cold all at once. Cold sweat plastered to your clutched hands as you whipped the reins harder, indicating a sign for the stallion advance farther. The pace began to slow; you whipped the reins, but no to avail.

“Please, hurry,” you begged, head leaning against the horse’s ear, holding onto your dear life as death still awaits for you.

The man reload with the third arrow. His aim targeted to your face. For a second, he went still with his aim, but immediately shot at the back of the horse’s leg. The back of the horse’s limbs tripped and flipped in mid-air, sent you flying forward with a loud clash on the forest ground that nearly shattered your back and ribcage. Ears rang and eyes shut with gritted teeth droned a sharp hiss from your lips as the men dismounted down and marched their towered over you crumpled form.

Immediately, you gathered your shattered form and fled with your hidden in plain sight. The limp on your leg made a painfully deliberate pace as you attempt to go farther while the men with cloaks and big swords, following you, wearing a yellow and crooked teeth on their lips, sniggering at your flee. And by the time you reached at the centered road, nearly to the exit, your path has been blocked by two more men, who you unaware of the extra company. One man grabbed a fistful of your hair and dragged you down. Drawing the dagger out, your hand brought down on his foot, then his knee, then his thigh—never minding the hysterical noise. Loosening the grip on your head, while on your knees, with a support of your foot, you spun around and stabbed a knee from another man.

You couldn’t scream or cry for help anymore. After all, you’re drowsy from ocean water, still wet and lost, in an unwonted void of labyrinth.

“What shall we do of this little cunt?” the man with a thin beard said.

“We’re going to make a use of her, bore into her with my seed and carry the filthy bastard inside her,” the second man with a short, uneven bowl cut suggested confidently. “After that, I’ll eat her flesh.”

“Stupid cunt can’t even fend for herself,” the third man, who was shorter than you said, cackling. “Let’s all take turns then. Whoever makes her scream the hardest, will get to keep her as a toy.”

One man undo his armor on the half-bottom, the clanging armor bumped in haste rhythm, as all the men who towered over your sicken stature, shed their trousers out.

Before one could pull the long cock out, with a knife in your hand, given by the young knight, you sliced his cock apart, left him wailing like an infant, blood splattered like waterfall. The men hovered you with their grubby hands, but you dodged—rolled back and took a hard swing at the man on your left, chopped his hand off. With the knife on your hand, it felt more like a short sword.

Another man has struck.

The bulky man in the middle plunged a full swing on your belly. Yelping, your arms encompassed over your flesh as the man plunged another blow with his hardened boot. His eyes gaze over the blade and punted it over to the side, then stomped over your belly and breasts in repeated motion until he grows tired. Once his foot has grown fatigue, he grabbed your thighs and spread them apart.

“No…” you said, pleading and crying. “Please don’t!”

The man dragged your panties and your tennis skirt down in barbarous motion. “Stay still and be a good wench,” he said, muddy fingers traced over your skin. You bit his fingers, drawing hot blood.

Enraged, his hands strangled you. With quick thinking, you knee slammed against his balls and kicked his face, crawling away before retrieving the dagger back, the man stomped over your left wrist, your mouth opened, but no sound came except the twinge of pain searing in your bones.

“You should’ve listen and stay still like a dog,” the man sneering, pulling your hair back again. The blurriness in your eyes worsened.

With your bones and limbs have been shattered, the hope in you began to fade. No hopes of a savior or luck stayed in hand with your despair.

His boot lunched another blow struck against your face, only to be bled through your nose, your body is broken and immovable, you couldn’t find yourself speaking, or cry for aid. Nothing good ever comes.

Except you’re alive. In fact, you were letting your guard down—pretending to be dead, abiding for the enemy to make a hasty error. The squint on your right eye left a little gap, seeing the man, kneeling down on you as he took off his trousers merrily. But as he splayed his cock out in the cold air, you managed the seize the dagger, tackled him and slashed his throat, while alive, the dagger impaled him through one of his eyes, then nose, then cheek—spare vigor imploded under a last sheer of your quick anger. The man’s face and mouth flowed with warm blood, choking and plopped down back on the surface with a thunderous thud.

From there, you stood once more and limped your way through the exit from the forest’s road in so little steps.

Only remains are the trees billowed and rustled and swayed through a gentle, cool breeze, and with you exhaling with a cautious breath you held in your chest and limbs worn out and limped as your vision drown into darkness.

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Ser Criston Cole accompanied the band of men through the forest, as for they ought to repose for a short while. Sundowns became long, and the dragons in the heavens unyielded through an unforgiving climate.

The dragons don’t bear the coldness of wintry-like air. In the old days of Valyria, centuries before the time of Viserys’s reign, none of the great dragons and its people survived the Doom of Valyria, and within the errored times, from moving Essos to Westeros, dragons hatched into a total of eighteen—mighty and proud and carnivorous and bloodthirsty, though tamed through the influence of their rightful owners—heirlooms and foundation of companionship and trust between those who have the blood of a Valyria and connections through history. For instance, Vhagar is the second largest dragon compare to the other dragon riders owned. Dragons are obedient when those who dialect in Valyrian tongue, if not some. Some takes a special gift to have certain trust with a dragon, and dragon shares it’s mutual respect to the owner.

But it can’t say the same to the recent owners. The Blackwater Bay boomed nearby the Dragonstone. And during the nightly hours, the dragons were deeply asleep, though fully awakened by the quiet whiplash of what it appears to be none other than the small green light yet brightly shot downward from the vast of great, empty sky. Two nights ago, Prince Daemon tried to appease his dragon, Caraxes, the red scaly beast, but it’s clear enough to sent the prince with hesitation. Prince Daemon reached Caraxes with his hand for reassurance but Caraxes nearly snapped Prince Daemon’s hand in half. Criston Cole has neither seen Prince Daemon or Caraxes in the verge of calamity. Prince Daemon, a rogue prince who tends be as brute yet reckless and composed has been caught off guard.

The dragons have startled the men—knights and royals alike completely—peasants, too. The green starry light has fallen into the thundering waves, almost as if it was the end of Westeros. The booming wave from Blackwater Bay still lingers the aftermath effect. None slept through the night. They were returning to King’s Landing from meeting the lord from the north nearby the Blackwater Bay. But Prince Daemon, as always, fled away without considering so much of a wait for the others.

Under the gentle moonlight floating from the clouds, Ser Criston and his men galloped through the forest with their horses, hooves stomped over the twigs and dead leaves and the steeped grounds. By the time they reached into the monumental of pointed, red structures and gold and white in the city, Criston Cole couldn’t wait to repose and serve the Greens, mainly Queen Alicent, King Viserys’s second wife.

The stallion neighed loudly as it thrown its front hooves up in the air. Criston Cole’s heart leapt, somewhat appeasing his steed as the men behind him halted without a warning, causing others to nearly fall.

“What in the Seven Hells…” the man beside Criston Cole, took upon the glance at the fallen men in the midst of their exit.

Criston took the man’s torch and investigated the scenery. The fallen men all have bled from their knees to their open crotches. Hardness of their cock had flung out from a sharp blade. Criston winced at the sudden imagery flashed through his head.

“What could’ve done this…” a scrawny man said, perturbed.

“It must’ve been the work of a demon,” another man commented.

Criston moved onward, his legs carried him far and examined the view before him long before he reached to a figure, laying down. Rushing to her side, he noticed that her attire was far strangely and strikingly unique and bright compare what other women in the court wore. Turning her over, Criston settled his palm over her visage, pushing the long locks aside.

“My lady,” he muttered, still calm. While carrying the torch, he removed his glove with his teeth and touched her face. It was warm. Then he traced his hand below on the center of her chest.

Her heart in fact, still beating. He heaved with relief and called out to his men.

“This girl is alive! We must take her back to King’s Landing!” He passed the torch to the man beside him, who was following Criston without Criston noticed, and ripped his cloak off and wrapped the cloak around you and carried your unconscious body back to the men. Instructing the man to carry you while mounted on his horse and retrieved you back, placing you at the front.

“What of the Targaryens?” the man asked, somewhat scared.

Criston gave a sharp glare.

His fellow comrades, knowing Criston’s reputation, has not said a word, and followed Criston back to the realm where dragons reign.

Taglist: @liannafae

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artemis-potnia-theron · 8 months

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How I perceive different deities' energies

(based on personal experiences)

Apollon ☀️: Light coming up from somewhere deep in the gut. An ache that almost burns. And it might if I stare too long. Swelling gold. A chorus of music too perfect to be written, words that could shatter my tongue if I tried to speak them.

Brigid 🔥: A lump at the back of my throat. Tears in my eyes while I smile. Joy and grief mixed together under my ribcage. Melodies sung through the ages, and through tears. Warmth at my back and a hand on my cheek. Baked bread. Garden herbs. Clear water from a well. An embrace that could last an age.

Nyx 🌌: The low, echoing hum of something eternal. Something too ancient to comprehend and too overwhelming to be perceived. Endless. Ethereal. Peace and chaos. Quiet and thunderous. Coffee. Red wine. Onyx.

The Morrigan 🐦‍⬛: A chant of words I can't understand, spoken in a language I never knew and never forgot. The cold steel of a blade's edge. Sharp, precise, and unwavering. Her language of secrets and ancient knowledge could swallow you whole if you let it.

Hekate 🗝: Whispers. Shadows against candlelight. A flickering flame that knows how to dance in the wind and never extinguish. The smell of old parchment and herbs. A ripple on the water. As intricate and mesmerizing as a spider's web. Silent and sharp like a viper. A bark and a growl heard from somewhere too far away for me to see.

Aine 🧚🏼‍♀️: Sunlight breaking over the surface of a river. Citrus. Wildflowers. Fresh grass. Wind sweeping over a meadow. Chimes. Fruit trees finally coming into bloom. The juice from an apple trickling down my neck. Laughter. So much laughter.

Aphrodite ❤️: Flower petals. Something sweet and soft like honey that trickles down the back of my throat and seeps into my belly. It spreads all through me like starlight trapped in my veins. Bells. Bliss. A want that could dissolve me. A yearning that would hurt if it didn't taste so lovely. The pain feels like a lifetime away.

Tiamat 🐉: Clusters of stars. Endless reflections of light on the water's surface. The deep song of a whale that echoes through the pulse of the sea. An eye that gazes down from the cosmos.

Caer Ibormeith 🦢: A lullaby that has been with me for longer than I know. A kiss pressed to my forehead. That place between sleeping and awake, between real and not. Cool air at twilight. Dew on the glass before sunrise. Clean fabric. A veil. Flying over the world as it sleeps.

Artemis 🦌: Freedom. Breath-taking, devastating freedom. A stag drinking fresh water from a spring. A doe and her fawn, sleeping as the songbirds chirp at dawn. A rush. An absolute rush like mountain air in my blood. Fireflies in an open field. Bones bleaching in the sun. The thrill of a wolf pack chasing its prey. The moon over the ocean at night. Teeth. Bird calls. Wildflowers. A great bear that walks in the stars. Hymns only beasts can sing. Jasmine and animal fur and the midnight air.

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storiesofsung · 10 days

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TWST HP AU 🪞⚡️ !!

AcexYuuxMalleus

Yuu will be depicted as female in this with she/her pronouns

I’ve been thinking of an AU of this for a while now due to the similarities between each story (magical school of wizards with respective houses of each powerful mage), however as I think more there are even more character similarities some, depending on how you view Yuu

🪞⚡️🪞⚡️🪞⚡️🪞⚡️🪞⚡️🪞⚡️🪞

Golden Trio ⭐️- obviously Ace, Deuce, and Yuu, my favorite trio

Deuce ♠️ - Harry Potter. I can’t connect many similarities between them, but at the same time I can. They’re both boys who love their parents and just try to do the best in what they can, especially since both have been given a second chance to succeed in this magical world. Now, Deuce isn’t perfect but he is trying and is not overtly prone to breaking the rules. He’s sweet, innocent, while still having bite to his bark. A bit clueless at times but with good intentions.

Ace ❤️- Ok now this asshole is perfect for Ron (I’m joking). But honestly his more outlandish personality does have some comparison towards Ron’s sarcastic personality. He’s more on the laid back side whilst still being a valuable friend. (Also they’re both ginger lmao) Plus his relationship with Yuu is more on the chill play fighting side, anyways…

Yuu 🦐 - Hermione, this one can be taken lightly depending on how your version of Yuu is but one thing is for sure: they always get Ace and Deuce out of overblot situations and manage to use some sort of semblance of a brain to figure shit out. However, in my AU let’s say that Yuu too is trying to make a life for themselves by working hard and doing the most they can of their schoolwork. Yuu also being the glue that holds these two idiots together. And honestly her whole schtick as the school therapist now makes sense

Grim 🐱 - Crookshanks. Nothing more to say, just Yuu’s stupid cat (with love)

Also the whole racist thing with Hermione and Yuu could have a connection, since Yuu basically has no magical abilities, yet are able to attend this magical school and work their way up. And because of this, there may be students opposed to Yuu’s magiclessness (mudblood—)

Extra:

Malleus 🐉- Victor Krum, this is slightly stretching it a bit but I can see these two sharing similarities. Malleus and Krum are both exemplary at their respective wizarding sport (Spelldrive, and Quidditch) and are known to be prodigies of it. They don’t have many friends due to being viewed as Gods, Celebrities, etc. in some way and therefore are quite lonely. Attracted to this specific person for not fawning over them and for seeing who they really are, and are able to appreciate their brains for what it’s worth 💚💚

Extra extra:

I totally see the Yule ball sequence happening in the TWST HP au because of these specific lines

❤️: Hoy, Yuu, you’re a girl arent you

🦐: Oh, well spotted

❤️: How about uh you and me go, since we don’t have dates as it is. Don’t wanna show up by ourselves right

🦐: for your information I already have a date *shuts book and walks away*

❤️: What’s got her wand in a knot

♠️: *clueless, spacing out* huh

And malleus totally showing up as yuus secret date AAAA—

🦐: Would you care to join Malleus and I?

❤️: Care to? You’re fraternizing with the enemy

🦐 *irritated*: The point of interhouse games is unity and—

❤️: *rolling eyes* So what

🦐*understanding the situation*: You’ve been rotten the whole evening. Next time there’s a ball, pluck up the courage to ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort

❤️: Women are scary

🦐: ACE, you’ve spoiled everything.

*cue weeping on the steps*

♠️: 🧍

And in likeliness, Yuu could end up with Malleus, and become the next Queen of Thorn Valley…but it could also take to the more erm in-canon Harry Potter ending cough (do you see where I’m going with this)

“Emotional range of a teaspoon x Nerdy Bookworm “

I love this AU, I could honestly go in so many directions with this AU

🪞⚡️🪞⚡️🪞⚡️🪞⚡️🪞⚡️🪞⚡️🪞

#imagine in the hp au ace and Yuu get married and name their kid some shit like Crowley Trein Trapolla #twisted wonderland #twst malleus #twisted wonderland malleus #twst au #twisted wonderland au #twst ace #twst deuce #twst yuu #harry potter #harry potter au #Harry potter golden trio #disney twst #malleus x yuu #ace x yuu #ace x Yuu x malleus #twst fanfic

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bosses-stay-flawless · 4 months

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✨🌺🐈‍⬛🐉🐈‍⬛🌺✨

He’s not mine but he is the cutest!!!

You know I only trust cats

Plus he doesn’t bark

He bites

🧛💋🍷

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anxietytwist · 1 year

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𝐘𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 “𝐘𝐮𝐥𝐢” 𝐋𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐲

[ 𝟸𝟻 | 𝟽'𝟶"/𝟷𝟷'𝟶" | Demigirl | Queer Ace | 𝐀❤︎𝐏 ]

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⧼Dragon Info⧽

ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴇꜱ➠ Venomspitter ꜱɪᴢᴇ➠ Large (abnormal for their species) ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ➠ No 😔

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⧼Fashion⧽

Anti-dysphoria hoodie™

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⧼Notes⧽

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ➠ She/They ʙᴜɪʟᴅ➠ 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 ᴅɪꜱᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ➠ Blind right eye (“acquired heterochromia”), migraines, no breath weapon, ...

𝐘𝐮𝐥𝐢 is really a gentle giant at heart, but if pushed she's 𝟷𝟶𝟶% capable of absolutely destroying someone ... she'll be crying/apologizing the whole time though (her “bite” is worse than her “bark”)

They've currently been unable to access anything that would help alleviate their severe gender/body dysphoria (hopefully their new “job” will provide options for them; like binders for example ... & therapy), they cope by wearing baggy clothes 🏳️‍⚧️

𝐘𝐮𝐥𝐢'𝐬 draconic form terrifies her, for many reasons ... especially what others think about it/her (she was honestly elated when she learned that the “collar” could lock away that part of her, even if it was only temporary & quite uncomfortable)

Because of their inability to use a “breath weapon”, 𝐘𝐮𝐥𝐢 made sure that their physical combat skills & strength were strong enough to make up the “difference” (which is generally considered “unusual” for a 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿: who usually focuse on dexterity as a species)

She's VERY touch-starved (a cuddle pile would kill her 🥺)

They're an anxious/nervous person but are very good at hiding it (mainly by just staying quiet)

...

𝐘𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 means “𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘧𝘶𝘭” (Russian)

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𝐼𝐹: @skinandscales-if

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Dragon size comparison: 🐉

Human size comparison: 🧎

Picrews used:

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in-your-dreams-vn · 11 months

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Ok just found this thanks to the yandere siren thing goingnon but god damn! Traunlmfänger has me barking 👀😳

Also the German immideantly attracted me bc I'm a cheap German whore xD

-🐉❄

I am so glad I jumped my shadow and decided to chime in.

Ehehehe I am glad you like them. They will speak all the German to you~ Recite Faust and Goethe. They will sing you to sleep with old German lullabies. Anything for their Lämmchen

#🐙kraken chitter #💤 traumfänger #in your dreams #in your dreams vn

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bb-drayster · 3 months

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Wormhole mail!

A dozen collector cards of dragon type Pokémon like Rayquaza, Kyurem, Dragonite, Flygon, Altaria, Kommo-o, and Latios, a long red dragon plush with yellow whiskers and a very angry face, a purple dragon plush with a goofy face, and a box of miscellaneous dragon type items like dragon scales, fangs, tera shards, and Sinnohian TMs, and lastly, strangely enough, a Pokéball that contains a level 64 Hydreigon with Draco Meteor...

"I wish they made an Archaludon card already but they haven't, and I don't know where that Pokéball came from... I've never caught any Pokémon myself, feel free to look into that situation, maybe I accidentally interrupted the transfer of Pokémon from one of my... Associates, to the other..."

@thearoaceditto

whoa! i wasn’t expecting all this! i appreciate it a lot, bud! trust me, it’s all in good hands.

though i gotta say, if you’re looking for someone that understands the interdimensional…stuff. that seems to happen a lot on rotumblr, you’re definitely barking up the wrong tree.

but like i said, i’ll be sure to take good care of hydreigon here. i gotta come up with a name for ‘em though. . .

-🐉

#rotumblr #pokemon irl #pokeblr #pokeblogging #pokemon rp #pokeblog roleplay #pkmn irl

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starlyht · 3 months

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28 @ mal

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 ; 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 .

❛ 28 . a kiss over a scar .

mal's eyes flitted into focus as he felt his husband's lips trail down from his neck and along his collarbone to a familiar spot on his shoulder. “mmm,” he murmured, tilting his head back. it was strange to know so many scars not belonging to this form carried over to it nonetheless. it was strange to know that no matter what, they would be there, the ghosts of memories he would wish forgotten, taunting him. this one was a deep slash which started beneath his left collarbone and raked across to the shoulder joint. it made sense to think about; the underside of a dragon was far more vulnerable than the rest, scales near joints, belly, and throat the weakest to allow for mobility.

“from a hunter, i think,” he found himself admitting. words he never imagined he would ever speak came easily when he was with his husband.

it had been some orlesian upstart, most likely. after a while, though, they'd started to blend together. the past several centuries themselves were a blur of tired sadness. mal ran his hands through thom's hair and along his back, admiring the hardness of muscle beneath his fingertips. “it only scars this badly from a dragon slaying rune.”

#🐉 interaction.#🌠 ask.#thomasrainier #alarmed barking !!!!

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cherubicwitch · 6 months

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a little sariel x estinien pre-relationship/ARR dragoon training fanfic i posted on ao3 today 🐉link here🐉fanfiction under the cut as well! <3

Estinien had been assigned Sariel to train as the Azure Dragoon; he finally calmed down enough from his fiery feuds with Alberic to properly see to the task. She wasn’t much younger than he was, and had a keenness in her eyes and a sharpness in her actions that he saw potential within. That’s what he told Alberic when he had pressured him anyways.

The two went on hunting excursions on occasion, testing their survival skills by pursuing large hunts. The trips would sometimes span a few days within the Coerthan cold, leading them to find a place to camp for the night when opting to travel on foot. The two were hunting a dragon that had been terrorizing local knights and caravans passing through the area. They began from Camp Dragonhead and trekked towards their destination, the weather acting particularly harsh. The weather and the early setting sun forced the two to take refuge in one of the many alcoves and caves within the frozen wilderness.

“Take rest further ahead.” Estinien grumbled shortly at Sariel, not paying her much mind as he slung his adventurer’s pack down and took a seat on a nearby snow-dusted boulder.

She eyed back at him over her shoulder, gold limbal rings flashing in the shadows before flicking back forward as she did as told. The two of them silently squatted in their respective places of rest on opposite sides of the small cove. This was often the case, per Estinien’s barking most times, but Sariel understood the tactical nature of their arrangements.

The two set up their camps, then separated out some rations for the night before one headed to sleep. They kept their own packs on them, thus no reason to really stray from their parts of the cavern. Sariel wasn’t first watch, and so she took off parts of her armor to get slightly more comfortable for rest. They were still within each other’s sight albeit a tad far from one another. She shuffled her hands about in her bag for a spell, facing towards his side of the cave but tried keeping her head down as to not seem conspicuous. Sariel saw as Estinien removed his helmet and slumped over into a comfortable sitting position, dried jerky in hand as he settled for a brief moment. She was too far to really make out his finer facial features, but she could easily see his silvery white hair fall from his helm. She had caught it once before, and was stunned enough to make enough of an effort to try to catch an intentional glimpse this time. The way that the blizzard roared at the mouth behind him made his snowy locks seem to shimmer as bangs fell around his face. The rest of his hair was tied up in a ponytail, revealing his pointed Elezen ears. Sariel’s glowing limbal rings slightly betrayed her, revealing the line of her gaze in the dark depths.

“Oi, what is it you’re staring at?” Estinien groaned, cocking his head away from her stare. It’s no doubt he had caught her staring. She wasn’t as sneaky as she had thought she was, piercing golden eyes peering from overtop her backpack from the darkness.

Sariel’s tail straightened out as she startled from getting caught. She kept her voice smooth but her eyes became fixed towards the ground, “I was just thinking about how I’ve only ever spied glimpses of your face tis all.”

Estinien paused for a moment then responded simply with, “I suppose you’re right.”

“You have beautiful hair.” Sariel responded suddenly, as she started unraveling the wrappings on her own dried foods to snack on. Sariel didn’t quite understand why Estinien hid his face away from people he trained so closely with. Strangers, sure, but she had been deemed his charge and still had only caught moonlit glances. Learning of his past, she could sympathize with his turmoil and she wanted to help him understand that he wasn’t alone. If she could just help him break down a few of these walls…

Estinien immediately choked and coughed on his food upon hearing the compliment, especially coming so plainly from Sariel’s mouth.

She realized how the statement had sounded out of the blue, not intending on hitting on him so blatantly like that. She tried to backpedal slightly from embarrassment in low inaudible mutterings between stuffing rations in her face, shifting about in her nervousness. She swallowed and breathed sharply through her nose, “I’m just saying that you need not hide yourself away from everyone all the time…”

Estinien cleared his throat, “Aye, ahem, I see. Mine apologies, I was merely caught off guard.”

He tried not stumbling over himself, also turning to hide his face from Sariel, “Tis only an old habit of mine… Perhaps one day I can..break it.”

Sariel smiled softly, sitting down to begin to settle onto her bedroll, “‘Twould be nice to finally see the face of a friend.”

Estinien, grateful he had fully turned his back away from Sariel, felt his face warm up despite the battering blizzard outside. He cleared his throat one last time, “You should get some rest ere we head out tomorrow morning.”

She sighed and laid on her side to face him. She found herself staring at the back of his head, his bright pink Elezen ears visible from beneath the moonlight.

“You aren’t ill are you?” Sariel questioned, eyebrows furrowed as she narrowed her gaze.

“I, wha, no. I am fine.” Estinien barked back, his frame hunching over as he sank into himself.

”She must be seeing my ears… By the Fury, go to bed and leave me alone.” Estinien pleaded with himself as he shrank his frame as best as he could.

“But your e—“ Sariel began.

“Rest!” Estinien snapped, arms folding tightly in front of his chest.

Sariel grumbled and decided to drop the subject and listen, “Gods spare me, if you get sick…”

Sariel had fallen asleep and Estinien couldn’t help but have her on his mind… the way she fought earlier in the day, she had so much precision and tenacity. But then he began thinking of Sariel, not as his assignments had him, but of what she startled him with at the end of the evening. He could feel her piercing gaze from across the cavern, her eyes were deep with shadows yet glowed with such radiance. She reminded him of dragons in ways that made him shiver in conflict, yet some of those draconic features remained outside of the battlefield. Those complex eyes being one; he was drawn in towards them. He wanted her eyes to land on him again. He wanted his soul to be pierced by her gaze again even just once more, that vulnerability of being seen straight through. Of being seen as the writhing monster you feel that you are, and yet being trusted anyways. His mind wandered but he snapped himself out of it, pushing away that brief moment of connection he sought out in another. She was to take over the mantle of Azure Dragoon so he could have a successor after he sacrificed himself to eliminate Nidhogg. That was all he was good for, not anything as warm or soft as being perceived and loved. Nonetheless, by her, a woman who he had pushed away and cursed and tried to ignore as much as possible already. He didn’t deserve her kindness. But that didn’t mean he didn’t want it… didn’t enjoy its warmth however brief.

Hours passed and the two were to switch shifts. Sariel, being used to the traveler’s schedule, began to wake slowly. Estinien went to wake her, this time taking what she had said earlier to heart. He left his helm near his bedroll as he went to grab Sariel’s shoulder.

“Sariel, time t—“ Estinien started then caught his breath in his chest as Sariel opened her eyes to look up at him as she woke.

She was startled too, but in awe, as she woke to Estinien’s face staring her down. She widened her eyes in surprise, and a bit in shock. She wasn’t expecting Estinien to show his face to her, especially not so close or so soon. Nor did she expect him to be so handsome. She had already seen his soft lips from his helmet but the striking ice blue eyes stunned her more than she anticipated. He was beautiful in a brooding prince kind of manner, it truly caught her off guard. She began to feel feverish like she had tumbled into some kind of fairytale where a prince wakes a princess with true love’s first kiss. The whimsy of a little girl’s idea of romance washed through Sariel’s aether as her face turned bright red, unable to break eye contact.

Estinien was rendered immediately speechless, locking eye contact with the very same eyes he had found himself daydreaming of during his entire watch. He felt naked without his helmet, so he was easily stunned by the sudden wonder that filled Sariel’s expression. He realized in that moment that because he had his helm on so often, he hadn’t ever seen her face this close either. She was more regal than he thought… Had she always had such high cheekbones and yet such a soft face? Was it because he was so much taller than her that he never really looked at how tantalizing her lips were when she spoke to him? Dazed, the two of them awkwardly stared until Sariel’s face turned red. Estinien saw her blush and thought his heart stopped, pulling himself away immediately as he felt his face flush just the same.

“Apologies, I- I was only trying to wake you for..” Estinien stammered and cleared his throat, turning away from her again completely.

Sariel straightened herself up, preparing herself for the post as her heart thumped against her ribcage with reckless abandon, “Ahem, yes, for watch, thank you.”

She paused, wringing her hands slightly, “Mine apologies for startling like that,” she chuckled softly between her statements, “I was not expecting you to show me your face so soon!”

“Your words made me consider some things, that’s all.” He kept looking away, settling himself down for finally getting some rest himself.

Her eyes stayed fixed on the ground, “Truth be told, I wasn’t expecting you to be so handsome.”

“Wh-“ Estinien started to be offended but was conflicted when he had realized that she was also complimenting him. He cut himself off and groaned in confusion and frustration.

“You probably got away with a lot as a kid, being that pretty.” Sariel continued, trying to recover from the offense she had already detected in his voice and giving an awkward chuckle.

Estinien snickered, able to curb the sudden flustered feeling that arose as Sariel shifted the conversation, “Probably much more than I should have.”

He smiled and muttered quietly so only he could hear himself, “You’ve probably never been in trouble a day in your life with a face like yours.”

Sariel cocked her head and asked for clarification, unable to hear him fully. Estinien smiled tenderly, laying on his back and staring up at the cave ceiling, before calling loud enough for her to hear, “Don’t worry about it.”

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The Main 🐉Wings of Fire AU Characters' List: Names, Powers, And Tribe/s

(Everyone gets a new name, so as not to cause confusion between the separate tribe aus, and to let them have their own story special to this main au, plus a small description, to help imagine them as dragons. For this au, I imagine the X-Men Evolution versions of everyone, with a few added elements of the Animated Series😊)

• Charles Xavier/Professor Xavier: NightWing

• Name: Chary

• Description: charcoal gray and faded black scales; silver scales on wings are scattered like dewdrops on a leaf; has a partially paralyzed tail, making flight difficult; has a British-sounding voice; green-gray eyes

• Ororo Munroe/Storm: SeaWing/IceWing hybrid

• Name: Maelstrom

• Description: snowy white and pale dawn blue scales; has IceWing ruffs around head and down back and tail, all as white as the ocean foam; has webbing between talons; has some bioluminescent scales along her face, belly, and tail; cool to the touch like a river stone; diamond blue eyes; Splash's aunt

• Logan Howlett/Wolverine: HiveWing

• Name: Wasp

• Description: lemon and orange scales, zig-zagged with shiny, iridescent green-black stripes; has long wrist stingers, with a toxin that sedates others; warm brown eyes; adoptive group dad; is Yellowjacket's dad, and possibly related to Vespid

• Hank McCoy/Beast: SilkWing

• Name: Heath

• Description: navy blue, peacock, and blue-gray scales; sometimes wears glasses, which wrap around his horns; his wings have some streaks of caramel brown, cream, and maroon; has large talons; deep blue eyes

• Scott Summers/Cyclops: SkyWing

• Name: Cardinal

• Description: crimson and goldfish red-gold scales; descended from a firescales SkyWing; wears red quartz glasses due to being near-blind in bright environments unless properly shading his eyes; has hazel eyes

• Jean Grey/Marvel Girl/Phoenix: LeafWing

• Name: Jasmine

• Description: forest and grass green scales, with reddish-orange wing and sail membranes; has powerful leafspeak; kind; has emerald green eyes

• Kitty Pryde/Shadowcat: NightWing/RainWing hybrid

• Name: Shimmer

• Description: usually has lavender, rose, and misty gray scales; sometimes walks around in camouflage mode; is a vegetarian; the scales under her wings are in the shades of the rainbow instead of completely silver; has pale pink eyes

• Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler: RainWing/SilkWing hybrid

• Name: Kirinia

• Description: sapphire and midnight blue scales; has not yet gone through Metamorphosis; has a prehehnsile tail; has warm yellow eyes; is the son of Majestic; adopted brother to Rootworm

• Anne-Marie/Rogue: HiveWing

• Name: Rootworm

• Description: rust red scales dotted with spots of pale butter yellow, green-gold yellow, and dark black; has deadly toxins in her wing claw-tips and talons; has russet red eyes; has an accent; wears a black choker

• Remy LeBeau/Gambit: LeafWing

• Name: Redwood

• Description: gray-green, bark brown, and tan scales; membranes are a reddish-pink; has a small amount of leafspeak; can influence plants and their fruits to grow, and sometimes make them explode; reddish-pink eyes

• Jubilation Lee/Jubilee: RainWing

• Name: Lemur

• Description: usually goldenrod yellow and rose pink scales; can make a pattern go across her scales that look like fireworks; flares her ruff bright red when angry; bubbly; sunny yellow eyes

• Evan Daniels/Spyke: SeaWing/ 1/4 IceWing

• Name: Splash

• Description: pale lagoon blue-green scales; has a few sharp spines along his back, each a pale greenish-blue; webbed talons; has a few IceWing spikes at the end of his tail; pale green eyes

• Bobby Drake/Iceman: IceWing

• Name: Beluga

• Description: icy white scales with hints of sky blue; shiny; is cold to the touch; has a forked blue tongue; warm personality; has frost blue eyes

• Rahne Sinclair/Wolfsbane: SilkWing

• Name: Regal

• Description: soft brown and clay red scales, with triangles of lime green down her spine, and small freckles of orange across her cheeks; has not gone through Metamorphosis; has acute sense of smell; bright green eyes

• Samuel "Sam" Guthrie/Cannonball: MudWing

• Name: Cashmere

• Description: warm brown and amber scales; scrawny; considers the younger X-Men (the New Mutants) his sibs; red-egg powers; has caramel brown eyes

• Roberto da Costa/Sunspot: SkyWing

• Name: Robin

• Description: vermillion and golden-orange scales; is a firescales; wears as much treasure as he can in human form; fiery golden eyes

• Danielle "Dani" Moonstar/Mirage: SandWing

• Name: Dune

• Description: sandy yellow-brown scales; brown sail; has a dusky black tail barb; wears a pendant necklace; deep brown eyes

• Illyana Rasputin/Magik: IceWing

• Name: Alba

• Description: ice blue scales; sharp horns and spines; bright blue eyes; slightly stand-offish at first; protective of the younger ones; Polar's younger sister

• Piotr Rasputin/Colossus: IceWing

• Name: Polar

• Description: silvery-gray scales, akin to polished metal; large; friendly; loves his friends and family; Alba's older brother

• Laura Kinney/Wolverine 2.0: HiveWing

• Name: Yellowjacket

• Description: tangerine scales with speckles of pollen yellow, swathed in bands of iridescent black; has wrist stingers, that contain a sedative toxin; bright golden-brown eyes; is Wasp's daughter

• Tabitha "Tabby" Smith/Boom-Boom: RainWing

• Name: Boa

• Description: usually in shades of hibiscus and flamingo pink, dappled with banana yellow and cherry red; aims her venom well; loud; has berry red eyes

• Erik Lehnsherr/Magnus/Magneto: IceWing

• Name: Elk

• Description: dark gray scales, with silvery streaks across them, akin to fur; sharp blue eyes; wears a silver helm; father of Penguin and Warbler; possibly once dated/was friends with Chary

• Raven Darkholme/Mystique: RainWing

• Name: Majestic

• Description: usually royal blue and wine red, with a few golden scales; mother of Kirinia, and partially adopted mother of Rootworm; is an expert at changing her scales and positioning her ruff, tail, and spines to appear as dragons from other tribes; bright orange-gold eyes

• Victor Creed/Sabretooth: HiveWing

• Name: Vespid

• Description: pale yellow, amber, and burnt orange scales, with dusty brown and black stripes; sharp, dark amber eyes; sharp claw stingers, each containing a painful toxin; possibly related to Wasp

• Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver: IceWing/SkyWing hybrid

• Name: Penguin

• Description: cloud white and pale greenish-blue scales; sky blue eyes; has the wings of a SkyWing, but mostly resembles an IceWing; son of Elk; Warbler's twin brother

• Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch: SkyWing/IceWing hybrid

• Name: Warbler

• Description: scarlet and burgundy scales; dark red-brown eyes; resembles a SkyWing mostly; daughter of Elk; Penguin's twin sister

• Lance Alvers/Avalanche: SandWing

• Name: Arid

• Description: tan scales with a diamond pattern, akin to a snake; dusty brown sail; dark black eyes; shiny black tail barb

• Mortymer Tonybee/Todd Tolanksy/Toad: MudWing

• Name: Tadpole

• Description: ochre brown and greenish-yellow scales; small; pale yellow-green eyes; views Blowfish as his sib; uncertain about the others

• Fred "Freddy" Dukes/Blob: SeaWing

• Name: Blowfish

• Description: green-yellow scales, like kelp; giant; eel green webbing and sail; shady green eyes; sees Tadpole as a younger sibling

• St. John Allerdyce/Pyro: SkyWing

• Name: Pyrite

• Description: orange-gold scales; flame orange eyes; skinny; loves to burn things; possible pyromaniac

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