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DOS: (The Dragon Prince UA*) Raining Love (Female Dragon-Shifter X Female Moonshadow elf/Reader)

Chapter summary: You're a Moonshadow elf who was out training during the rainiest autumn Xadia has ever had. After suffering a nasty slip, you meet your savior.

~Requested~

*UA = Universe Alteration

I'm back my dragonlings! I have a writing-filled summer ahead! Here's the first request to start us off!

Happy Pride y'all🏳️‍🌈!

Btw if you're interested, I have a TDP fanfic with the same UA as this. And I absolutely didn't give my OC a mention in this (I saw an opportunity and I took it! lmao). It's called His Apprentice and I'll be finishing it soon and starting its sequel; please check it out! <3

(I've been playing and reading too much Dragon Age and so the slang "knife-ears" had to make an entrance in here :3)

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T/O/W = Type of Weapon (bowblade, sword, daggers etc.)

The mossy tree branches squelched beneath my navy boots as I ricocheted from giant tree to giant tree, wielding my (T/O/W). I sliced it through thin air, imagining humans facing my wrath as I hopped from one wet tree to another.

Gripping the damp bark of the nearest tree, I slid to a halt, standing on a broad branch. I placed my weapon(s) away and looked up at the sky. Beyond the dark green canopy, I could see dark rain clouds looming closer to me and the Silvergrove, ready to spill thousands and thousand of raindrops down onto us—again.

That was all this week had been; rain, rain and what’s this? More rain.

I sighed irritably and turned around, back towards the hidden Moonshadow elf village. I leaped my way quickly to the village, bounding through the trees with ease; until the rain poured.

My boots, the moss and the bark got wetter and slippier, causing me to lose balance a few times, but I quickly made up for it. Until I reached a huge star plum tree—the tree with the smoothest bark in all of Xadia.

To avoid a fall, I grabbed a branch on the plum tree and swung onto another tree. As I landed, my boots slid and my feet went from under me.

The impact when my back hit the branch winded me, and before I could bury a dagger from my belt into the tree, I slipped off the branch, plummeting to the ground. I screamed, my limbs flailing. I had no way to avoid falling to my death, no way to survive.

Several branches smacked me in the face, scratching my skin. One branch even had the audacity to hit my forehead... and then it went black.

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The first thing I heard when I came to was the pitter-pattering of rain against wood and metal. The sound almost tempted me to keep my eyes closed and drift off again. But then a dull throbbing arose, and my head ached. I peeled open my eyes as it all came back to me; my training routine, the slick moss, the pouring rain, the fall…

The fall!

I bolted upright in what appeared to be a bed. An unfamiliar bed at that, covered in a patched quilt. The small house was lit with small flaming torches every metre or so. The quiet crackling of logs burning came from the opposite corner of the room, along with the bubbling sound of something boiling on a stove. My eyes slowly adjusted, realising that someone was at the stove.

“Relax, Knife-ears,” came a disinterested voice from where the bubbling was coming from. She continued stirring what was in the pot. “You’re alright; a mild concussion. But the storm’s getting worse so don’t even think about running off.”

She was a little taller than I was, with large white scaly wings and a narrow trail behind her. She was built strong and slim. Her scales shimmered against the torch lighting. A long white braid fell down her back, almost touching her tail where it joined her back, and two sets of narrow, smooth, elegantly curved horns protruded through her skull. A mix of teals and greens clung to her body as a tight, figure hugging set of leggings and wrapped top. Pale skin peeked through where the clothing didn’t meet around her lower back. She was a dragon-shifter for sure—like that strange dragon-shifter halfling that used to live in the Silvergrove with Rayla and her guardians. What was her name? Daisy? Violet? No, it was...

Heather! That was the halfling. Such a strange little being. Looking back now, I kind of felt bad for the way I ignored her; I was such an idiot, but fitting in was so important as kids. That was why no one was friends with her and no one would dare lose out on popularity by being friends with her.

I shook myself out of my thoughts; now wasn’t time for the guilty reflections I had in the middle of the night, now was the time to get to know this sparkly dragon-shifter. I opened my mouth to speak before realising I had no idea how to start.

“Um, hi?” I started. “I’m—”

“I don’t care who you are, Knife-ears,” she said, not looking up from her meal. She sighed and continued stirring.

I huffed. “I’m (Y/N),” I pushed on. Who are you?”

“The magic fairy who lives in this magical forest,” she sighed.

I grumbled. “So why did you rescue me, o magical fairy?”

She sighed again. I really wanted to slam my palm up her nose. “Don’t call me that. If you must call me anything, I am Zaithi. Zay for short.” She paused as she lifted her pot off the stove, stirred it one more time, and poured some into a small bowl. “And I didn’t rescue you. You got caught in one of the branches above my home. An elf lying unconscious above my home is sure to scare off well-paying customers.”

I wasn’t sure if that was a joke or not—nothing in this room looked like something people would come in to purchase something.

“So,” she continued, “I brought you inside and treated your head injury. You’re welcome.”

At this rate, I wasn’t too sure if everything she said was a joke. “Um, thanks, by the way.”

Zay hummed dismissively and came over with the small bowl of whatever she’d been cooking. Seeing her face made my heart pause beating for a second. She was exquisite with a slender face—not as slender as an elf’s—and round, icy blue cat-like eyes. I also noticed that at the front her top spiked upward, baring her toned stomach at me. “Here, this will fight off any cold you’ll pick up.”

I took the small wooden bowl from her in both hands. “What is it?” I asked, curiously. I smelled delicious. I took a sip. The liquid was thick and clear, with a few floating chunks in it that were soft and barely needed to be chewed.

“Phoenix-guts-and-toad-brain soup,” she said with a grin.

I spat out the soup, surprised and disgusted.

Zay laughed wildly, wiping away a tear from her eye. “Oh, Knife-ears, you’re too gullible.” She snorted. “I’m joking; it’s elfroot-and-bogey-berries soup with some homegrown veggies.”

I looked from her to the soup. “From now on I’m going to presume everything you say is a joke,” I said, taking a sip of the soup.

She chuckled. “You wouldn’t be the first.” She pulled out a chair from the square table between the stove and the fireplace and sat backwards in it, facing me.

“So, why did you actually help me?” I asked, pulling the quilt back up around me, wrapping it around my shoulders.

Zay shrugged. “Guess I had the skills to prevent you from getting ill so I figured I might as well use them.”

I cocked a brow at her, pushing her for more.

She sighed—again. “My parents insisted I be a healer—like my mother was so she could help in the war before I was born. Though really, I want to be a soldier—like my father, though he didn’t have much of a choice in being one.” She looked aside to where my (W/O/C) lay on the floor with my belt of knives.

I glanced at them as well, and she rested her head on her crossed arms. I felt sorry for her, forced to be something she’s not. “I could teach you,” I blurted.

Zay lifted her head ever so slightly, as if she wouldn’t dare get her hopes up too high. She nodded a little. “Sure, if you want.”

*-*-*-*

“No warrior stops because of a little rain!” I scowled as Zay headed for the door. Dark spots of sweat coloured her top and the back of her leggings after our hours of training.

She sighed, gripping her wooden sword. “I am not getting caught in a thunderstorm, (Y/N)!” she shouted, determined to stay as dry as possible. “Go home before you get struck by lightning, Knife-ears.”

I crossed my arms grumpily and grabbed my bag. I was tempted to go home and stay dry, but... staying dry with Zay…

My heart skipped, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the thought. “Wait!” I called as she closed the door. I bolted towards it and she opened it just in time. I crashed into her, my face on her chest. She closed the door behind me, smirking.

“What a delightful picture I’m looking at,” she quipped—I think. She wrapped her muscular arm around me and I stayed still, heat rising to my cheeks and my heart racing faster—I really liked this.

I gave her an awkward smile. I had been so honest with her these past few weeks; she knew I wasn’t interested in male elves. And I was sure she knew what I was feeling.

“Everything alright, Knife-ears?”

I hesitated, slowing my heart and softening my expression. “Yeah, just glad to be dry.”

“For now,” she smirked, taking my lips.

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Compilation of Poems

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HAIKU is a form of poetry, first made popular in Japan, which has become appreciated around the world. Haiku poets are challenged to convey a vivid message in only 17 syllables.

“DARKNESS”

By: Junley Nazario Dula

Dark and hopeless place

Full of problems, sorrowful

And it’s gloomy too.

“BIRD”

By: Maricris Cabarubias Juntilla

The bird in the tree

Building a nest for her eggs,

Chirping loud and clear

“SUMMER”

By: Archie Contapay

Long brightly hot days

Humid air and thunderstorms

Sweating through summer

“That’s Fatima”

By: Fatima Tagsip Biacolo

Finally! I feel

I am more beautiful now

Than I have ever been

“Dogs”

By: Chene Rose Cataag Gara

Dogs are really cute

They like to chase their tails

They like to play fetch

CINQUAIN is a verse of five lines that do not rhyme. The cinquain poem was created by Adelaide Crapsey.

“Junley”

By: Junley Nazario Dula

Person

Noisy, lazy

Shouting, cheering, chilling

Sometimes felt asleep in classroom

Junley

“ROSE”

By: Maricris Cabarubias Juntilla

A rose

Is beautiful

Comes in many color

Usually white, yellow or red

Love it.

“Feather”

By: Archie Lawagon Contapay

Feather

Purple, unpredictable

Wiggling, wobbling, plummeting

Wild as an angry bum ble bee

Plume

“Mother”

By: Fatima Tagsip Biacolo

Kind, Helpful

Caring, Loving, sharing

�� -a special person in my life friend

“My Cat”

By: Emmalou Juntilla Lariosa

Is very brave

He is so lovable

I lost him one day in the park

Miss you

“Flowers”

By: Chene Rose Cataag Gara

Colourful, fragrant

Swaying, growing, blooming

Make me feel happy.

Blossoms

DIAMOND POEM is written it takes on the shape of a diamond shape

Structure of Diamond Poem

A diamante poem is made up of 7 lines using a set structure:

Line 1: Beginning subject Line 2: Two describing words about line 1 Line 3: Three doing words about line 1 Line 4: A short phrase about line 1, a short phrase about line 7 Line 5: Three doing words about line 7 Line 6: Two describing words about line 7 Line 7: End subject

“Silent”

By: Junley Nazario Dula

Silent

Peaceful, dovish

Dumbing, muting, mumming

Emotional, communicate

Blaring, shouting, ringing

Plangent, raucous

Noisy

“Water”

By: Maricris Cabarubias Juntilla

Water

Clear, Life

drowning, wetting, blasting

Liquid, rain drops, flaming, sun

Lazying, Burning, blazing

Heat, destruction

Fire

“Winter”

by: Archie Lawagon Contapay

Frosty, bright

Skiing, Snow ball, Fighting, sledding

Icicles, snowflakes, vacation, family

Swimming, sun tanning, sweltering

Hot, sunny

Summer

“Love”

By: Emmalou Juntilla Lariosa

Broken, hurt

Feeling, laughing, respecting, loving

Virtue, happiness, strong, attractive, hope

Protecting, lying, smiling, pleasing, believing, trusting

Forgiving, obeying

Lazy, crying, anger, sadness, crazy, wilding

Pain, disappoint, patience, care

Hurt.

“Sister”

By: Fatima Tagsip Biacolo

Sweet, clever

Loving, caring, playing

Teacher, maisi, Kenny, toddler

Crying, wanting, yelling

Curious, funny

Brother

“Smile”

By: Chene Rose Cataag Gara

smile

Happy, warm

Welcoming, inspiring, soothing

Curve, lips, expression, emotion, disturbing

Deterring, depressing sad, unwelcome

Frown

SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET Shakespeare's sonnets are written predominantly in a meter called iambic pentameter, a rhyme scheme in which each sonnet line consists of ten syllables. The syllables are divided into five pairs called iambs or iambic feet. An iamb is a metrical unit made up of one unstressed syllable followed by one stressed syllable.

“Greatest Love”

By: Junley Nazario Dula

In this world full of sin and wickedness

Adultery, hatred, envy and greed

But lord with your faithful love and Kindness

Still you are willing to give what we need

Even when everybody will leave us

Will make us suffer from pain and betray

Lord, You still choose to stay and Comfort us

To make us feel we have a company.

In times when we neglect and forget you

When we lose faith and fails to remember

But oh lord with your love so pure and true

You still show us that you are our father.

Precious lord, how great is your Steadfast love

It’s the greatest love we could ever have.

“Friend”

By: Emmalou Juntilla Lariosa

Real friend is like a precious flower

Or an bird who raise us to our feet

A idea, that keeps larger every hours

A friendship that never ends bittersweet

They’re someone you share all your secrets with

They’re someone that you are always close to

They’re like your brother, sister you like

They real true friends is meaningful to you.

To me true friends are never separated

Maybe in distance, but never in heart

Someone who always being therefor

You through ups and down and always be

There for you no matter what.

ITALIAN SONNET

“My First Kiss”

By: Junley Nazario Dula

Before I was so curious what is kiss?

Does it feels sweet, good or tasteful?

Yes! I’m still innocent when I was young

Many lovers I see hugging, kissing

Some is in the corner across the street

Now that I’m 17 years old

In a relationship with someone else

I wish I could have first kiss with my love!

God is so good! He let me to have one

In that time she hug me see eye to eye!

I am so excited to kiss with her

I close my eyes to feel the so called kiss

Our face is close to each other I think,

This is it, her lips touches my own lips

I stop cause I hears a voice shouting

I open my eyes but it’s only a dream.

“TIME”

By:Emalou Llarioza

In the universe of time

Time say time tells

Everything is all about time

Only time will told

Being aware of time

It’s more important

You will utilize best your time

And scape the failures

Everybody has got time

Just to do everything

It being done not how you used your time

Trying to get hold of everything

Present time it matters how you utilized time

Be a new people use best your time

“The Lion’s Bride”

By: Chene Rose Cataag Gara

I loved her softness, her warm human smell,

Her dark mane flowing loose. Sometimes stirred by

Rank longing laid my muzzle on her thigh.

Her father, faithful keeper, fed me well,

But she came daily with our special bowl

Barefoot into my cage, and set it down:

Our love feast. We became the talk town,

Brute king and tender woman, soul to soul.

Until today: an icy specture sheathed

In silk to my side on my side on pointed feet.

I ripped the scented veil from its unreal

Head and engorged the painted lips that breathed

Our secret names. A ghost has bones, and meat!

Come soon my love, my bride, and share this meal.

FREE VERSE is a literary device that can be defined as poetry that is free from limitations of regular meteror rhythm and does not rhyme with fixed forms. Such poems are without rhythms and rhyme schemes; do not follow regular rhyme scheme rules and still provide artistic expression. In this way, the poet can give his own shape to a poem how he/she desires. However, it still allows poets to use alliteration, rhyme, cadences or rhythms to get the effects that they consider are suitable for the piece.

“My Hobby Selfie!”

By: Junley Nazario Dula

One word six letters

Viral anytime, anywhere

One shot isn’t enough!

One, two, three, four, five why not?

Until such it caused death

Others abused, they take even in harm place

Selfie then became strictly prohibited

But still love doing it.

Even me became addicted

Capturing myself more than an hour every minute

Not to became famous when I post it

It is too short, it may be the last time to capture myself.

Selfie relieves my stress and even loneliness

Crazy? Addict? Feeler? Whatever they think

Judge me all the way

You’re just insecure! My hobby selfie.

“Mouse”

By: Maricris Cabarubias Juntilla

A woman that was afraid of a mouse,

Once heard a mouse in his house,

Screaming throughout here house,

And run away from the house.

Quickly she got a broom,

And climb up into a table.

Trying to drive away the mouse,

Swinging the broom left and right,

Without hesitation things will break.

Making the mouse run away,

Leaving the house messy and untidy.

“Technology”

By: Emmalou Juntilla Lariosa

If I write this feeling on a computer

It would be technology

Everything is digital

People invented new things

I like the way the world is now.

“Spring”

By: Chene Rose Cataag Gara

Spring is the time

When flowers bloom.

When the busy bees buzz.

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