#Flutter-wing fly

[spasmoticchainsaw]

More flutter-wing flies! Where the fuck r they coming from! They are supposedly very rare?

[drhoz]

#2644 - Maorina sp. Flutter-wing Fly

AKA trembling-wing, or waving-wing flies, collectively.

The 70 or so known species of Pallopteridae are found in the temperate zones of the North and South hemispheres, but not much is known about their biology. The larvae of a few are known to prey on longicorn beetles, bark beetles, and fungus gnats, but others are plant eaters and have been found in buds and stems. Adults have been found on flowers and low in shady vegetation.

Lake Tekapo, Aotearoa New Zealand.

[blondebrainpowered]

42 Butterflies of North America

[p0pp3t]

i think that caelum should have little fairy wings

[missescalientee]

when did Niccolo realized he was different from his peers?

It was pretty obvious from the start for him, he is the only bright gold troll with wings in VRC which everyone points out to him

And he's the only one in Symphony Ville that's over 2-3 cm tall, he was taller than his mom at age 5 so it's just been very clear to him from the very beginning that he's different

[avirtualdrive]

ull never guess what is still somehow on my minf

Is it me...

[sonic-spirit]

Fairy Sonic! For when you want your Sonic to also be a fairy!

^_^ I thought it was cute <3

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[gordonengineswifenirmal]

I feel like I should be watching this completely knackered. Liquored up AND stoned. The closeup is cute, but not nearly as amusing as whatever this is

antlered flutter flies (toxonevra superba) | this_mama_fetz on ig

[shekiko]

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[spasmoticchainsaw]

Some kind of flutter-wing fly!

Very pretty (and tiny)

[finelinevogue]

always been you

summary - you’ve always been jealous of hiccups connection with astrid, but little did you know…

pairing - hiccup (httyd2) x bff!reader

word count - +2k

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You didn’t want to come across as overbearing or needy but you did miss your best friend significantly.

Hiccup had been on a scouting mission with Astrid all week, leaving you to keep things tidy at the workshop with Grubber.

Every day felt a little longer.

It wasn’t that you didn’t think they could handle what’s out there, but more the fact you can’t handle it always being Hiccup & Astrid. Always together.

Always going on missions together. Always flying with each other. Their dragons were best friends so why wouldn’t they be? You should be happy that the Chief and the best warrior in Berk are close.

You only wished they weren’t as close as they are.

For purely selfish reasons of the heart, of course.

Sure, you and Hiccup had been best friends since you were babes. But there was always something locked tight in your chest that was reserved for whenever you were around Hiccup - like some sort of fluttering or an extra heartbeat.

You keep telling yourself that it could be a deepening crush, but you refuse to allow yourself fully into that thought because you’re terrified the feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated.

As you walk home after a long day at the workshop, you notice Hiccup and Astrid flying back in from their scouting trip.

The sun was paining delicate pinks and oranges onto the sky and you watched as Hiccup flew through the clouds, like a finger moving through cotton. He always looked so effortless up there. So at peace.

Berkians swarmed Astrid and Hiccup as they landed, dragons in perfect shape. Riders also. Phew.

You moved to walk down to meet them but stopped short when you watched Astrid give Hiccup a tight hug, lips moving closely over his ear.

“Hiccup, you’re back!” A child shouted, excited that his Chief had come home.

“Tell us everything.”

“Yeah.”

You didn’t feel up to heading down there anymore with that tight feeling in your chest returning. You gulped back a hard feeling in the back of your throat and started up the path that led to the top of the hill.

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The view from the top was indescribable.

You could see for miles and yet there was barely anything to see, and yet it was perfect.

There was something peaceful about watching the ocean wash away and come back. It was rhythmic. Routine. And with the sun casting its pastel glows over the water it made it all the more special.

You sat on the very edge, legs tucked up to your chin and your head resting on your knees.

There wasn’t that much space between you and the edge. Hiccup had nearly grounded you from leaving the house once when you’d nearly fallen over the edge, but luckily he’d been there.

You felt free up here.

Almost like you could—

“You better not be even thinking what you’re thinking.”

Hiccup and Toothless landed behind you with a thump. Hiccup looked worried and Toothless looked ready.

“You don’t know what I’m thinking.”

“You’re thinking about how freeing it would be to fall.” You felt Hiccup sit down next to you.

You realised that was what you’d been thinking… but not in a catastrophic way. More in a way where you wished you could grow wings, like your dragons, and fly off into the sunset.

“Well, not…” You felt like you had to clarify, but got cut off.

“No I know.” Hiccup was watching the sunset when you looked at him, “I felt the same way. That’s why I built my own wings. Ever since I first got to fly Toothless i’ve always wanted to be able to fly with him, too. You know?”

“Mhm.” You nodded.

“You’re awfully quiet.”

“Am I? Sorry.” You mumbled.

“Hey. What have we said about apologising for no reason?” Hiccup shuffled closer to you.

You breathed like you were about to say something.

“Don’t say it!” Hiccup warned you, earning a laugh from you.

“I want to, though.”

“Well don’t. Otherwise I’ll have Toothless play drop and catch with you.” Hiccup poked your side and you laughed even more.

You almost rolled forwards and off the cliff, but Hiccup’s arm reached around the far side of your waist and pulled you back. You were still laughing when your back hit the ground.

You kept laughing until you slowly realised that Hiccup was laying down - quite closely - next to you. His eyes were watching your smile and his arm was still firmly secured around your waist.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Don’t be so dramatic.” You chuckled.

You turned to look up at the sky for a brief moment, before returning your gaze to Hiccup who was still looking at you.

“What?” You asked softly.”

“Nothing. I just—.”

Hiccup was rudely interrupted by Toothless coming to lick a stripe of saliva over his face and down his chest, sticking to his armour. You laughed at the sight, sitting up as you watched Hiccup groan.

“Toothless… You know that doesn’t wash out.” Hiccup flicks away some saliva and Toothless sits on his hind legs, looking proud of himself.

Toothless starts dancing round in a circle, laughing in his own way along with you.

You stand up and make your way over to the Night Fury, as Hiccup continues to wash off the dragon bleh…

Toothless makes his way over to you and bows his head for you to touch. Hiccup’s dragon has always been so gentle and calm around you. People often say it’s his soul imitating yours. Toothless closes his eyes as his forehead bumps against yours.

How anyone could be anything but in awe of these magical creatures is a mystery.

Hiccup comes to stand next to you, standing only a bit taller than you.

“He likes you more than he likes me.” Hiccup says, scratching behind Toothless’ ear.

“Oh please. He would dive off a cliff to save you, but he’d be the one to push me off thinking that it was play-time.”

“I think he’d surprise you.” Hiccup wandered around Toothless and climbed onto the saddle. “C’mon.”

“C’mon, what?” You asked, puzzled.

“We’re going for a ride.” He held out his arm for you.

“Right now?”

“I think that’s what I’m asking…”

“Hiccup… You just got back from…”

“And I want to spend some time with you. So… please.” He gestured again and Toothless made a sound like he wanted you to join them too.

“I’m not playing drop and fetch, though. I mean it.”

“I promise.”

You took ahold of Hiccup’s hand, ignoring the tight, fluttering, sensation in your chest and allowed him to pull you up in front of him. You’d tried sitting behind him once and had nearly fallen off when Toothless did a nose dive, so ever since you’d been riding up front.

Hiccup’s arms tightened around you and grabbed ahold of where he needed to guide Toothless.

“Ready?” He asked, his voice sending goosebumps over your skin from how close he was.

You nodded.

And you took off.

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The first part of the flight was always the scariest.

Toothless shot up into the sky, making you lean back into Hiccup more and Hiccup hold onto you a little tighter.

Once you levelled out, you soared through the clouds.

It was so serene up here, you envied how free the dragons just feel every time they fly. With the sun in the distance, feeling like you’re shooting towards it, it feels like something out of a dream.

You closed your eyes, let out a deep breath and allowed your other sense to take over. The sound of air whipping around you as you flew at speed. The taste of the cold air as you passed through clouds. The smell of dragon - it was weirdly comforting. And the touch of Hiccup. The last one brought you the most comfort of all.

“I could stay up here forever.” You said.

“I wish we could.”

“Toothless probably wouldn’t be a fan of flying forever.” You leant over to scratch Toothless behind the ear and he softly grumbled in reply.

“He probably would be if it was for you. Me on the other hand? Pfft, forget about it.”

“Oh please. Your bud would do anything for you. I mean he literally saved you from one of the biggest fire explosions I’ve ever seen.”

“And you’ve seen lots of them have you?” He joked, making you nudge your elbow back into his ribs. “Okay, okay!”

A few minutes of silence passed by, just you two and Toothless effortlessly gliding amongst the clouds.

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” Hiccup said.

“Okay.”

“I… I just…It’s…”

“Hiccup, if it’s about something that happened on your scouting mission with Astrid then I already know.” You tilted your head around a little to see him. His face was full of confusion and you gave him the slightest smile even though you could feel your heart dropping through your chest.

“You do?”

“Yeah I thought it was pretty obvious.”

“Okay.. Well, yeah.. I mean…”

“You don’t have to talk to me about it Hiccup. It’s none of my business.”

You turned back around, not wanting to hear much more about how Hiccup had fallen for Astrid. How they were now together. How you were completely out of the picture now.

“Wait… What?” Hiccup exclaimed, making you jump a little from how loud he shouted in your ear.

Toothless looked back for a moment with a devilsome grin on his normally innocent face.

“Bud…?” Hiccup asked warily.

Toothless must’ve thought that Hiccup said something different, because it was at that moment that Hiccup realised you two were no longer going to enjoy the sunset or clouds.

Toothless took the opportunity to tilt downwards, before plummeting through the sky towards the ocean.

You screamed as Hiccup tried his best to get Toothless to listen to him - unsuccessfully.

Hiccup’s arms tightened infinitely around you as he tried to control Toothless the best he could, but there was no stopping this big lump of scales.

Toothless dive right to the seawater before gliding straight across it for a brief moment, then shooting right back up in the sky again.

“Bud, seriously… What are you playing at?”

As you got up to some height, Toothless spread his wings as far as he could then.

“Oh no.” Hiccup sighed.

Then you were all falling down backwards. Toothless had his tongue sticking out as if he was enjoying every moment of this, whereas you were hanging on for dear life.

“Toothless!” Hiccup shouted, kicking his leg in a certain way to control Toothless’ tail better.

Everything calmed down a little after that, Toothless going back to gliding as you made your way home to Berk now the sun had set.

“You and I are having words when we get back, bud.” Hiccup tried to sound stern but it was well known that the dragon would be the one to get his way.

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As you stepped off Toothless your legs took some time to regain familiarity with solid ground.

Then as the adrenaline was wearing off, you started laughing - letting out all of the wired energy. You stood up tall after letting your legs have a moment, only to turn around to see Hiccup standing close in front of you.

You’d missed the moment where Toothless nudges Hiccup closer towards you, but it you’d had seen it then it would’ve made this next part less unexpected.

A dragon always knows.

“What?” You let out a small, nervous, laugh. “Hiccup, what?”

Hiccup hummed to himself, with a small smile on his face.

“Astrid was right.” He said.

Your face went neutral, trying to hide the fact you were affected by Hiccup bringing up Astrid.

“Right about what?”

“About how big of a dumbass I am.” He stepped closer.

“I don’t…” Your brows furrowed.

Hiccup moved forwards again, reaching out to ghost his palm over your cheek. You looked towards his palm slightly, nervous about what he was doing.

Your breath hitched when his skin made contact with yours.

He was so close in front of you, you’d frozen to the spot with anticipation over whatever he was doing.

“Hiccup.” You whispered.

Toothless shrunk into the shadows of the background as night fell, leaving you too alone to stand on what felt like the top of the world - together.

“Everyone told me I should’ve said something sooner.” Hiccup said, more to himself than to you.

“Hiccup, you’re not making any sense.”

“No. What doesn’t make any sense is my feelings for you!” He reached to hold the other side of your cheek now, framing your face so he could keep your focus on him, “What doesn’t make sense is that I feel lost when you’re not near. I feel weak when I haven’t seen you in days. I feel a…a.. sort of tight feeling in my chest every time you’re around. What doesn’t make sense is how I fell for someone like you, when I’m someone… like me…”

Hiccup dropped his hands, eyes widening as if he’d been in a trance when he had been talking.

You watched him stand there, watching you with nervousness now.

“What doesn’t make sense to me is how someone as great and as clever as the great Chief of Birk, couldn’t possibly understand how someone like me really likes him.”

You nervously gulp as you watch realisation take over his face.

“Wait… really?”

“Pretty sure.” You smiled.

“Well I guess we’re both dumbasses.”

Hiccup extended his arm to wrap on the side of your waist, pulling you towards him and not stopping until your lips were close enough to kiss his.

He kissed you like he’d been waiting an eternity for this moment, holding onto your waist tightly as if you’d even had thought about move away from him.

Your fingers curled around the delicate plaits in his hair that you’d tied, keeping your body taught against his.

As you both pulled away, you stayed close to one another - breathing the same air as if separate space simply wasn’t an option anymore.

You didn’t say anything - you didn’t have to - but you did have to chuckle at the situation.

Not even an hour ago you’d been heartbroken at the thought that his heart belonged to someone else. Now you realised that his heart had never been set on anyone but you. It had been you all along. And you knew, because your heart felt exactly the same way.

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Fairy x Reader PT2

PT1

PT3

warning: somno, dubcon to consensual, size difference, aphrodisiac, tentacles(?)(vines😩)

Your little fairy friend became more enamored with you as time went on. Every night he came into your home and fucked your soft, plump lips.

And recently, he had gotten brave. Tonight he flew to the middle of the bed, standing over your lower belly and peeking down at your panties.

He had been waiting for a night hot enough for you to sleep in your underwear since the blanket was too heavy to lift.

He reached out his hand and felt your damp panties, his wings fluttering in excitement as he pressed down, biting his lip when his hand met your clit.

He could tell it was your clit when your hips bucked slightly, causing him to be tossed in the air before landing on your chubby belly.

The fairy shook off the fall before returning to his task, this time sticking out his tongue to get a taste of your pussy for the first time.

Licking the damp fabric made his wings twitch, his cock rising to attention from your taste alone.

How could he go back to being a good little fairy when you were so tempting?

For the first time he, he was finally able to pull back the fabric off your pussy, revealing it to him.

It was so pretty, smelling so sweet and when he touched it, the fairy noticed how soft and wet you were.

He chittered in excitement, some of his fairy dust landing on your cunt, causing you to whimper softly in your sleep.

The fairy purred, positioning his pretty little cock at your entrance, trying so hard to fuck you. It frustrated him, not being able to fill you up and make you cry out in pleasure.

As he focused on fucking you, the opening of your eyes and shifting of you upper body went unnoticed by the little fae.

He out a squeak, his wings flapping in distress as he was picked up by his tunic, held in the air. The fairy’s face turned beet red when he spotted your sleepy face looking at him.

It looked like he had been caught.

“So you’re the one that’s been giving me wet dreams every night…”

His face turned red, and a little jingle could be heard as he shook his head and held up his hands to try and act innocent.

“Don’t lie, I caught you, you little-“

You lifted his tunic, causing him to squeak and squirm, his cock still hard and at attention.

“Here’s the proof, you’re covered in my cum…”

He whimpered when you brought him closer to your face, his pointed ears twitching as he pouted apologetically. He reached out his hand to touch your nose, hoping you wouldn’t be too angry with him.

“You should have just introduced yourself. Hmph, better than leaving me all wet and needy every night.”

The fairy nearly yelped when you poked out your tongue, touching it to his tip. “Ahh… it’s really sweet…”

He held onto your chubby cheeks as your tongue twirled around his leaking cock, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head.

His little hips bucked and his wings fluttered pathetically while you looked into his eyes.

You teased the poor thing, giving his flat tummy kisses and toying with his cock until he was crying and begging you through tears to give him a break. Once he had cum all he could, you sat him down on your breasts, watching as he panted and buried his head into your cleavage.

“There, is that what you wanted, little fairy?” the feeling of your finger petting his head made him coo and reach out to pull your hand closer.

The fairy was completely attached to you now, wrapping his legs around your hand and clinging to you desperately.

In the following months you and the fairy grew closer, and he was eventually able to communicate his name. It was Fern, and the fairy seemed very adamant that you know his name.

“Fern, are you coming in for lunch?”

You always called out to him through the window by the garden, and he always came flying in, hovering in front of your face and planting a kiss on your lips before settling on your shoulder to accompany you wherever you went.

Fern kept your garden alive, making sure your vegetables grew large and your fruit stayed fresh and sweet. He always came when he heard you…

But today, he hadn’t answered when you called.

You donned your coat and stepped into your shoes before walking out into the forest, calling his name ever so often.

Through rumors you had heard trolls and evil spirits lived in the forest, but before you met Fern you haven’t believed in such things. Now that you knew fairies existed, was it that much of a stretch to say evil creatures existed as well?

It made you worry that something had hurt or captured him! He had told you a few things about his people, communicating through writing. Although you knew he could take care of himself and knew the ways of the forest far better than you did, you still wanted to find him as quickly as possible.

“Fern? Are you here?”

A rustling noise to your left made you jump, and before you could reach you were being lifted up and carried away by a humanoid figure. A scream left your throat, but your mouth was quickly covered, a familiar scent making you pause.

“Shh, shh, my love. It’s just me.”

You blinked rapidly, looking up to see… Fern!?

He was nearly six feet tall now, his glimmering wings shining as he ran through the forest. The sound of trees being crushed and stomped on had gone unnoticed by you until now.

You were being chased!

“Ahh, I hadn’t expected them to be that angry…” Fern said, holding you to his chest as his wings began to flap. You caught sight of a few trolls charging towards you, their mossy, rock like bodies making easy work of the trees around them.

“Hold on tight, dear. We’ll leave for a bit until they calm down…”

He launched into the sky, his face nuzzling you softly to keep you calm as the two of you flew away just before the trolls could reach you.

“W-what did you do to make them so angry with you!?” you yelled over the wind as he dipped closer to the ground, landing in a field of flowers.

“Stole a growth potion.”

“WHAT!?”

He smiled, peppering kisses on your neck. “I had to… can’t you understand how unbearable it is being unable to properly mate with my lover?”

He set you down on a bed of flowers, and their vines tickled your body, wrapping around your legs and pulling at your underwear. “Now that my body is bigger, my control over nature is much stronger…”

The vines pulled your legs apart, keeping them spread open so he could watch the vines rub against your clit.

“F-Fern…”

Noticing your flustered expression, Fern purred in satisfaction, his wings fluttering as he lined up his cock with your tight hole, pressing on it. “Tight… might have to stretch you out…”

He pulled back, and the vines slowly pushed into your warm cunt, stretching and growing inside of you. You cried out in pleasure, whimpering while he rubbed circles into your clit.

Something was pumped into your body, making your mind grow hazy and your body hot. All that was on your mind was getting fucked stupid by these vines, taking them into your holes like a good girl…

One entered your ass, pumping in and out as it lubricated you with the aphrodisiac it produced. It was enough to have you drooling and clinging to your lover, unable to do anything but babble and beg for more.

“You can’t comprehend how badly I’ve wanted this… how much I need you…”

The feeling of his soft, lithe fingers grabbing your fat was overpowered by the vines pulling out, making you whine needily. “P-Please, fern…”

One look at your hazy eyes had his cock drooling with need.

“Shh, shh, love… I’ll fill you back up, don’t you worry…”

He cooed, his shimmering wings flapping uncontrollably as he finally pushed his cock into you, his entire body shaking. “Oh gods, oh my love..”

It was better than he could have ever imagined. You were so warm and tight, and looking down as your fat pussy swallowed his cock was enough to have him flushing red.

You looked so good, fucked out of your mind and holding onto him like a lifeline. It made home feel like a proper mate to have you in this state, dependent on him for pleasure.

“That’s it, darling, my precious flower… cum for me again, just like that…”

He pressed against your cervix, biting down on your neck. You would have never thought he was capable of this, dominating you in such a primal way.

The tables had really turned…

But he was still the sweet fairy you had come to love, burying his face into your neck and letting out the prettiest of moans, tears of pleasure pooling down his cheeks…

It was nearly nightfall when the effects of the aphrodisiac finally wore off, leaving you exhausted and a bit sore. Fern seemed tired too, but he quickly scooped you up, flying back home with you.

“I don’t have much time left before the potion wears off… and I want to spend all of the remaining time holding you…”

He settled down on the bed with you, gently brushing back your hair and kissing your forehead. It felt so good, getting to hold your plump form on his lap and grab fistfuls of your fat with his hands. Fern had wanted this for so long, yearned to touch and feel your warmth with the body of a man.

“Fern… you know I love you no matter what form you take, right?”

You caressed his cheek, leaning forward to muzzle him softly. He sighed and pulled you closer so he could rest his chin on your head.

“I know… that doesn’t mean the knowledge of being too small to give you what you need doesn’t hurt any less…”

The two of you stayed like that, curling up together in bed, too exhausted to stay sitting up.

“… I enjoyed today, Fern…”

He blushed when you kissed his cheek, your body pressed against his. “I did too… more than you could ever know.”

“We should do it again sometime…”

The two of you held hands, his eyes softening as his wings fluttered gently. “… yes…”

He couldn’t help but look at your chubby belly, knowing he’d bred you so full of his seed that it was slightly distended.

Fern began to think of ways he could make the potion more… permanent. Now that he had a taste of life as a human… he wanted more.

When you woke up the next morning, Fern was sitting on your pillow, his form returned back to that of a fairy. All you could do was hold him close, kissing the top of his head to comfort him as his wings drooped.

He wanted you… and he’d find a way to be with you…

part 3?

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۶ৎ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ۶ৎ

Being an angel, a fallen that was supposed to be a guardian angel and watching over your destined one. You failed, having god mercilessly kick you out of heaven with a big boom.

It’s been years, years since you’ve fallen from heaven to earth. You would’ve thought you would cry and be so depressed and die. But no, here you eating a burger as your human companion, mark grayson watches the glory of you chowing down.

“I don’t get it.. how can you.. still use your 'heavenly' powers on earth when you were born an angel?”

“Correction, created as an angel. And honestly, I don’t know. All I know is that I’m practically a healer and support like those games you humans play?” You said as you pointed your greasy finger at him.

Mark handed you a napkin, you grabbed it and wipe your hands off. “Thanks.” Mark just nodded. You’ve been recruited into the Guardians, not much being helpful other than support for healing. You were just a chill angel that has no purpose but being there.

You would’ve thought mark would possibly forget about your existence, but mark can’t forget about you. The way your wings, your beautiful ombré wings of white to grey flutter when flying beside him.

You’re elegant, your stoic face, your moody demeanor. He wants.. to oddly break you. He tries to hide those dark freaky thoughts, he’s supposed to be your ally, your friend, your companion.

When meeting Oliver and Debbie, Debbie and you got along quite well with your neutral demeanor and antics. You even cleaned the house with her. Oliver liked your wings, so much he drew them. Mark tried to warn you about his half brother, but you didn’t care. Oliver was just another kid on a planet trying to adapt to it. Hell, you’re still trying to.

Each time your wings flutter, Mark has one thought in mind. Ripping your wings off. It’s cruel, yes. But if it’s to keep you with him. Then it’s worth it.

He just hope angel powers don’t work on yourself.

[h4venpha]

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✦ dragon!sylus x reader contents: myth/dragon sylus, dragon baby!, fluff wc: 586 notes: scrappy and kinda sloppy but i needed girldad!sylus AND dragon!sylus, whats better than to just put them together!

“i told you to watch her while i was gone.” 

“and i am watching her.” sylus hums lightly, ignoring the slight tone of annoyance in your voice as he dangles their rowdy daughter by her leg. he’s laying down with one arm propped to hold his head up with the tip of his long tail wrapped around her small, chubby ankle. regardless that his tail was covered in hard, jagged scales, their daughter, dove, squeals happily. sylus playfully swings her side to side, smiling when her loud giggles echoes throougout the cave.

ever since their daughter was born, their little cave seemed to glow a little bit brighter. warm, comforting, and baby proof. soft leather pads replacing the hoards of gold and jewels, candle lights burning brightly whereas the only source of light was once the gap above for the sun to shine through. you truly try your best to make this cave safe and sound for your daughter… except things become difficult whenever you get reminded where half of her blood comes from. 

dove was a hybrid, yet… looked like an exact copy of her father. silver hair, black scales, ruby red eyes, and recently, tiny black wings have sprouted from her back, along with an uncontrollable tail that knocks down everything in its path. you can only handle her when she’s willingly. nowadays, sylus has to practically wrestle her to keep her in check.

‘you’ll make her dizzy, sy.” you scold him for a second time as you set down the small basket of goods you bought from tarus city.

“i’m simply entertaining her so she doesn’t… fly off the cliff again.” sylus chuckles lightly, ignoring the way you glare at him for laughing. it’s been twice now that dove has somehow rolled herself off the cliff. small, weak wings flapping for a moment before is sylus swooping in and catching her mid air. he swears up and down that it’s always accidents, but you can’t help but think sylus just wants her to be able to fly with him and see her spread her wings.

must be the dragon in her that makes her so rowdy and eager to run off with him. makes sense considering her father is the only one who can truly handle her.

you come over and quickly turn your daughter right side up, pulling her from the grasp of his tail. dove whines softly, complaining as she makes grabby hands for sylus. 

“no no no, your daddy is a bad influence.” you say in a faux serious tone, wagging your face in front of dove’s tiny face. her red eyes track your finger before pouting, as if she understood your words.

“bad influence?” sylus repeats, coming behind you to look over your shoulder at her. “mommy doesn’t like when you have fun with me, isn’t that right?” he scoffs, smugly smirking when dove immediately lets go of your finger and makes grabby hands towards him instead.

you don’t even have time to comment before he suddenly reaches in to take dove out of your arms. sylus throws the tiny dragon baby into the air, smiling when she bursts into a fit of giggles. you watch with a defaeted smile as he spins and throws her around, letting her float her way back down, baby wings fluttering.

“look, can mommy make you laugh like this?” sylus taunts playfully, “hm i don’t think so.” his ruby eyes flicking from dove to you as her laughter warms the cave a little.

[darkstaria]

Yandere Batfam - Soulmate Soul Animal AU.

Chapter 1:

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Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5.

Dark pupils watched from the ceiling, their gaze affixed upon you. You sighed, deciding to ignore its presence.

An aggravated chitter interrupted you. Pausing, you watched as a little green bird jumped out of the bat’s shadow. It paced towards you, making a small leap to land on your outstretched finger. You smiled, extending your hand to pet the top of its head. The bird took a moment to consider the moment, head tilting with its beak outstretched as if it intended to bite you. It seemed to decide on sparing your finger, allowing you to give the bird some pets on the head.

However, it was time to resume your work. You turned back to your computer, a dismissal. The bird didn't like that. A quick flash, and the bird tittered about on your keyboard, messing up your setup.

“Robin!” You snap, reaching out as if to push the bird away.

You sighed. You disliked calling the bird Robin. It was the correct species, despite the bird being green, so it made sense to use the name. But.. you hated the connection it created between your soul bonded animals and the vigilantes of the city. Unfortunately, the bird didn't answer to any other name. You've tried.

The other robins were so much more agreeable than this newer one. Well, not that you could even call those three robin anymore. The newer robin was very possessive of the name, and you'd rather not have to search your room for more stray feathers that flew off in their next fight. Your soul animals were such a pain.

The flutter of wings distracts you from your musings. You look up, finding the very bat you had been so cautiously avoiding earlier descend onto your desk. The bat chirped a little, with the robin occasionally replying back with chirps of its own. They were having their own conversation.

You decided you were owed a break already, so you gave up on your dreams of getting work done in lieu of watching the ongoing conversation. It was rare for soul animals to talk. They didn't need to. Due to the nature of a soul bond, soul animals act on the innermost feelings of the soul they represent. The bond connects souls, so soul animals, which are a manifestation of the bond, are already intune with their soulmates.

The only instance in which soul animals did tend to talk, was if the soulmates themselves were talking.

Robin chittured with a snap, the bat in return giving a controlled chirr.

Oooh. You thought to yourself. This sounds like an argument. You wondered what it was about. Maybe Robin pecked one too many victims, or caused a mess again.

Ah. You were thinking of your bonded as just animals again. To be fair, it was fairly easy. The only things you knew of your soulmates were because of how the animals acted. Anything else, and you were in the dark. That's how you wanted to think, anyway.

Maybe while they were distracted… You scoot back a little in your chair, until you figure you’re out of their line of sight. You make for the door, tipping out of your seat as quietly as you can. You're almost out the door when a weight settles itself on your head.

You sigh.

“Robin. Get off me, please.”

Perhaps unsurprisingly, the presence doesn't budge. Obliging, you reach up to your head, feeling the bird’s little feet jump onto your hand. Bringing Robin to eye level, you stare at it, unimpressed.

A nearby bat of wings draws you out of your faceoff. Guess sneaking out on your own was too much to ask for, as always.

“Ughhh.” You whine. Your soulmates were going to push you into complete isolation at this rate.

“Fine. You two already know the drill.”

You point at the Bat. “You can never follow me, I mean it. A bat is way too ominous of a soul animal to be flying around. It's just asking for trouble.”

The Bat remains silent, watching. Always, watching. You really hated it sometimes.

In all honesty, a robin wasn't too great of a soul animal to have with you in Gotham either. But your robins came in odd colours, so people didn't always clock that the bird was actually a robin. Sometimes you said that your soul animal was a greenfinch or a swallow. It tended to work, as long as no one looked twice.

A bat was much harder to hide.

“So..”. You give up, gesturing to your bag. “Just get in already, I'll make the trip quick.” You always had to make any outings short with this particular robin. If you spent too long with someone it got snippy. Very, snippy.

The other three robins tended to be a bit more accommodating. Well, not by much.

Robin glides into your bag, a movement of precision and grace. Not for the first time, you wonder what your bonded was like in person.

Deciding to dismiss the thought, you unlatch your door, heading out.

Just another day, with your soulmates.

~ ~ ~ ~

Your parents told you about your birth. You were born to a bat watching your window. It wasn't such a red flag, at first. The maternity ward was flush with newborn babes, so your parents figured that the bat was bound to another child. It was what they had hoped for, anyway.

Plenty of children weren't born with soulbonds. It wasn't a concern. They could be the elder of a bond. Or, they could have a delayed bond. They weren't concerned.

But… then it followed you home. Your parents settled you down, snug in your crib. When they next came to check up upon you, it was there. Perched upon the crib, watching you. When they next blinked, it was gone.

The very next day, your parents awoke to the Bat watching you again. But this time, a smaller bird was snuggled to your sleeping face. It clung to you all day, refusing to disappear when they appeared like the Bat did. It was… very mouthy.

They had assumed this to be a good development, everyone knew The Night worked alone. They were happy.

They were happy, even when another robin appeared the subsequent day. A scruffy one, snappy. Its feathers were still growing out. Young.

Perhaps they should have expected then, that the dawn the next new day would bring another little bird to your crib. The youngest one, a nestling still developing pin feathers. Despite its age, it held a keen gaze at them.

There weren't any more animals that appeared after that. So they hid any evidence of the Bat, and instead allowed you to grow up freely with your three birds.

The Bat was evidently the oldest in your soulbond. It was protective, almost parental, in its movements. It had a sixth sense for when you were in any danger, always emerging from the shadows with perfect timing. If a bat wasn't such a symbolic image in Gotham, you'd probably be more appreciative of its efforts.

The eldest bird was silly, performing aerial tricks and jumps that always brightened your day. It was keen, focusing on you whenever you felt down. It had the uncanny ability to appear whenever you were under the weather. When you said the word robin, it snapped to attention.

You decided to call it Robin.

The second bird was protective. It wasn't as loud as the eldest, but there was a spark of kindness in its gaze. Originally the bird was a lot rougher, but it started to calm down a few years in. Became stable. It always seemed to find you when you got stuck on homework, or landed on your shoulder whenever you flipped through a book.

The third bird was small. You assumed it was only a year or two older than you, due to how the bird’s feathers grew in. It wasn't as affectionate as the other two. Solitary, it often lingered in the shade. It watched you. It watched your other soul animals too, when they appeared. It seemed a little tired. It took you a bit, but eventually you realised it was lonely. After that, you always had a comforting word.

That is… until the Batman gained a partner. A boy decked out in green and yellow, the same feathers on your eldest bird. The vigilante called itself Robin.

As the duo gained notoriety, you were hidden more and more. There was danger in soulbonds, and nothing was more dangerous than vigilantes.

Robin became Nightwing. Your eldest bird grew in blue feathers. The bird stopped responding to its name. A new boy became Robin. You spotted green and yellow feathers growing in on your second bird. It started answering to Robin.

You knew who your soulmates were. After that, it was no secret. Not to you, not to your parents.

Your parents weren't happy anymore. But you were safe. They could be content with that. They considered reaching out. The evidence was obvious, they knew it, and you knew it. Maybe you could be even safer, if the Batman knew where you were.

And then you watched your Robin die.

The little bird had been stuck to you recently, seeming to be in an argument with the Bat. When in conflict, soul animals gravitated to those they weren't in disparity with, and this was nothing unfamiliar to you.

You had been stroking the little bird, as it rested on your lap. But then it jumped. It started shaking. It started crying. Bleeding.

You panicked. You tried to comfort it, to whisper caring words, to give a reassuring touch. You were young, you didn't know what to do. There was nothing you could do.

When a soulmate dies, the soul animal dies too.

The little Robin died, crying in your lap.

You had never looked at vigilantes the same way again.

There was no point in denial, not after that. Your bat became the Bat, the eldest robin named Wing. A few days later, your youngest soul animal developed new feathers. Green… and red. You didn't have a name for the bird, but you suspected you would soon.

You took a week off school.

~ ~ ~ ~

“Please be quiet, this time.” You muttered down to the green bird resting in your bag. It started at you with a condescending gaze. Ugh. Younger soulmates.

You'd sigh, but you've been doing that far too much lately as is.

Time to get this over with.

You enter the supermarket, one of your very few weekly outings. You start perusing the shelves, picking out what was in your list. As you're walking though, you hear a frustrated bark. You peak out from the shelves, spotting a lone woman tugging a leashed dog along.

Ah. You knew what this was. Everyone did. The other shoppers in the store paused too, staring at what was going on.

It was a rejected bond. When feelings between single soulbonded individuals become too bitter, the soul animal dissipates. Well, it was supposed to, and then reappear when feelings improve. But if the animal was constrained in some manner, then the animal can't disappear and is forced to remain in a physical form.

Judging from the leash on the dog’s neck, this was that same scenario. It was rather bold of the woman to bring the soul animal out in public if it was rejecting her like this. Almost brave.

Gothamites rarely helped each other, but things became a little sensitive with soul animals. You wouldn't be too surprised if there wasn't at least one attempt to free the dog today. It certainly caught attention. It could even catch.. vigilante attention.

You frowned. It was a shame to cut one of your few outings short. Sometimes there was no alternative though. You certainly wouldn't be sticking around.

You jumped at the sound of a shriek, eyes darting down to your bag where Robin rested. Robin glared venomously at your shoulder, and you glanced at it.

Your shoulder where… Ah. That would do it. Your shoulder where Red rested. Your third robin. You felt like crying. Why, why this pair?

You didn't even feel the bird as it appeared. Was that a testament to Red's stealth or your lacking observational skills?

Robin glared daggers at Red, practically hissing. You didn't even know birds could hiss. Red paid him no mind, instead looking very settled on your shoulder. The bird even snuggled your face a little. What a smug guy.

Another bark caught your attention. You glanced forward, remembering the scene. Your soul animal’s squabbling would draw too much attention. If any of the vigilantes were watching, you'd be in trouble. One robin soul animal was potentially excusable. But two? That would get you caught.

You tried to shush the two, a small signal for them to knock it off. Naturally, because it was these two, they ignored you. You groaned. This was far too public.

You grabbed Red, snatching him off your shoulder as gently as you could. Placing him gently into your shoulder bag, you tried your best to pretend the resulting screech from Robin wasn’t noticeable. The flap of your bag was closed, so no one could spot them… They could certainly hear if they came close enough though.

Time to leave. You paid for what you picked up and dashed out. The sight of rejected soulmates was generally considered disturbing, so anyone watching could just attribute your rush to that.

Were you paranoid?

Mayhaps a little.

You've justified it by the fact that you're probably soulmates with Batman and 4 robins, so paranoia is practically a requirement for your soul.

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Hello ^ ^ welcome to my soulmate au! I do hope you enjoyed.

If you have any questions about the au, please feel free to reach out :D

[novaursa]

The War She Couldn’t Stop

- Summary: Aemond loses control over Vhagar and you pay the price for it.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Aemond Targaryen

- Rating: Explicit 18+ (for blood and gore)

- Note: The reader is Daemon's daughter.

- Tag(s): @oxymakestheworldgoround @sachaa-ff @idenyimimdenial

The storm was alive. It howled like a wounded beast and clawed at your face with sleet and rain, the sky above Storm's End a black and heaving sea of thunderclouds. You could barely see beyond Grey Ghost’s pale, ghostlike wings, each beat of them a challenge to the fury of the wind. The storm swallowed the sound of your shouts, your warnings, your pleas—but your dragon heard you. Felt you. Understood you. You clung to the saddle’s high cantle, soaked to the bone, your braids plastered to your scalp as Grey Ghost twisted between the clouds with ghostly grace, far more agile than the ancient monstrosity ahead.

Vhagar.

The silhouette of her wings was vast and terrible, a leviathan slithering through the stormclouds with a roar that cracked the heavens open. Lightning flashed—an instant of blinding silver—and you saw them. Vhagar. Aemond. And just ahead of them, smaller, panicked, Luke on Arrax. You could barely see the boy—just the glint of crimson from his cloak, fluttering like a desperate signal as the storm tried to rip him off his saddle.

Then you saw Aemond.

He looked like a specter, his pale hair soaked and streaming behind him, sapphire eye gleaming with something far more dangerous than rage. There was obsession in his mouth, twisted into a snarl, in the way he leaned forward over Vhagar’s reins like he meant to devour Lucerys, not just scare him. His lips were moving, but you couldn’t hear the words—whether they were curses or commands, you couldn’t tell. But one thing was certain: he had lost control.

And Vhagar—gods, Vhagar had smelled blood.

You didn’t think. You didn’t have time to. You slammed your heels against Grey Ghost’s flanks and he dove, shrieking, a pale arrow through the writhing dark. You angled your body low to his neck and screamed over the wind, “Now!”

Grey Ghost answered in fury.

He lunged, his white body colliding with the larger, ancient form of Vhagar just as the she-dragon twisted in midair to close the distance between her and Arrax. The impact was a deafening explosion of scale and sinew. You felt the shock of it rattle your spine, and for one heart-stopping moment, the world spun wildly as Grey Ghost bucked beneath you, his talons digging into Vhagar’s shoulder, jaws snapping.

“No!” Aemond’s voice finally cut through the gale, sharp and frantic. “Vhagar, stand down!”

You clung to the reins, teeth gritted against the sting of cold and pain, your voice hoarse as you screamed, “Luke get out of here! Fly!”

Lucerys didn’t need to be told twice. Arrax was already fleeing, wings beating in desperate rhythm as the younger dragon shrieked and vanished into the clouds, trailing sparks and fear. Vhagar roared, the ancient beast turning her fury now upon the challenger who dared to interfere. You felt it the moment her attention snapped to you—like staring down a mountain before it collapses.

“Aemond!” you cried, twisting in your saddle, trying to find him across the chaos. “Call her off!”

“I’m trying—” His voice broke. It wasn’t arrogance now. It was fear. Terror, even. “She won’t listen!”

Grey Ghost screamed, a high and eerie sound that pierced the storm like a blade. His wings snapped back just in time as Vhagar surged toward you, jaws wide. You pulled hard on the reins, urging him to dive, to spiral away, but the old she-dragon was already upon you.

The sky turned to flame.

Vhagar’s fire missed by a hair’s breadth, lighting the clouds with hellish orange as Grey Ghost veered hard right, narrowly avoiding a full engulfment. The heat seared your face, and you screamed—not in pain, but in desperation. This wasn’t a battle. It was a slaughter waiting to happen.

Aemond appeared again, hovering at a distance, pale with horror, his hands white-knuckled on the reins. “Y/N!” he shouted. “Get away! Get away!”

“She’ll kill him next!” you yelled back. “You let her kill him, and you’ll never forgive yourself!”

“I didn’t mean to—!” he shouted, shaking his head, his drenched hair clinging to his cheeks. “I never wanted this! I only meant to scare him—gods, she won’t stop!”

You understood. In that moment, you saw him—not the boy who always smirked behind his silver fringe, not the man who watched you in silence at court, never daring to touch, never daring to ask. But Aemond, stripped of pride and control, watching the dragon he once commanded become a wrathful god. And now it was your life in her jaws.

Grey Ghost cried again, defiant even as Vhagar loomed above. The pale dragon twisted, claws slashing, wings folding as he dove. The old queen followed.

The chase was on.

You didn’t breathe. You couldn’t. Each movement was raw instinct. Vhagar was stronger, but Grey Ghost was faster—barely. You banked hard, leading her away from where Arrax had fled, dragging Vhagar through narrow canyon-like clouds. Each gust of wind threatened to toss you into the void. You could feel your dragon’s muscles trembling beneath you, struggling against the downdrafts. The cold bit through your leathers, your fingers numb on the reins.

And behind you, Aemond screamed again—no longer in command, but in mourning. “Vhagar, no! STOP!”

Your gaze met his just once through the storm.

You saw the moment he realized what he’d done. What he couldn’t undo. And the look on his face wasn’t that of a prince or a warrior.

It was of a boy who just watched the only person he ever loved fly straight into the jaws of the beast he’d unchained.

Grey Ghost’s wings beat weakly, each movement slower than the last, his once-immense strength draining with every passing second. The pale dragon’s cries were a mournful symphony that mixed with the thunder, their sound nearly drowned out by the roar of Vhagar above.

The older dragon, unrelenting in her pursuit, closed in once more, this time with purpose. Her fire surged toward Grey Ghost’s side, and you felt the heat burn through your leathers, the fire scorching the dragon’s flank. His body jerked in pain, his wings faltering as a scream ripped from his throat, echoing across the storm, a sound that would haunt you forever. You gasped, your breath catching in your throat, eyes wide with horror. His body shuddered beneath you, and you clung to the saddle, desperately trying to steer him, to fight against the weight of the winds, the storm, and Vhagar’s fury.

But it was too late. Grey Ghost’s flight grew erratic, every beat of his wings weaker than the last. He roared in agony as the wound from Vhagar’s flame tore through his scales, leaving a deep, searing gash along his side. You felt him struggle to maintain altitude, his breath ragged, his strength fading. And in that moment, you knew: the ground was coming, and there was no escaping it.

Aemond's voice pierced through the chaos, his cry filled with desperation. "Y/N!" he screamed, his voice hoarse, panicked. "Y/N, get away!"

But the words came too late.

Grey Ghost’s wings fluttered one last time before they gave way to the storm’s violent pull. With a lurch, he began his descent, plummeting toward the earth. The wind screamed around you as the world spun, your stomach turning with the dizzying fall, your heart pounding in your chest. The ground was coming too fast, the distance too short.

And then, with a sickening thud, the earth slammed into Grey Ghost’s back, and you were thrown from your saddle, your body colliding with the hard, wet ground.

Everything went black.

When you opened your eyes, the storm still howled above, but everything else was silent. The world was a blur of pain and confusion. You could taste blood on your tongue, feel the wetness of the rain on your skin. You tried to move, but your body wouldn’t respond. You could hear the crackling of fire in the distance and the weak, strained breath of a dragon.

Grey Ghost.

You managed to lift your head, but your vision swam, and you saw him—his white body crumpled on the wet earth beside you. His wings were bent, broken at unnatural angles, his once-glorious scales now dull and bloodied. His chest rose and fell in shallow, ragged breaths, but you knew it wasn’t long now.

His eyes, pale like the moon, flickered open. He looked at you with a softness that, in this moment, seemed almost human—tired, defeated, and sorrowful. His head lowered toward you, his cold breath ghosting over your face. You tried to reach for him, but your arms were heavy, and your body wouldn’t obey.

Aemond appeared, his figure emerging through the rain, stumbling toward you, his breath labored and frantic. His one eye—violet and wild—sought you out, desperate, searching. His voice cracked as he shouted your name, a broken plea for a response. "Y/N! Y/N, please... stay with me. Please."

But you couldn’t answer.

Aemond fell to his knees beside you, trembling as his hand reached for your cheek, brushing wet strands of hair from your face. He barely seemed to register the storm around him, his focus entirely on you. He looked at Grey Ghost—still alive, but barely—and then back at you, his mouth moving without sound, as if he were trying to speak, but the words couldn’t come. His eye was wide, filled with something raw, something unspeakable.

"You’re going to be alright," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You’re going to be fine. Just hold on. Please... please."

His voice cracked, the last word coming out as a desperate sob. His fingers trembled as they clutched at your wrist, his entire body shaking from more than just the cold.

But it was too late.

Grey Ghost’s breath hitched with one last, strained sigh, and his head slumped to the ground beside you, his body stilling. You could feel his warmth leave him, his life slipping away like water through your fingers. His wings fluttered once, the movement faint and unsteady, before they stilled.

And in that moment, you knew—he was gone.

Aemond screamed, a guttural, heart-wrenching sound that tore through the air and echoed off the cliffs. His grip on your hand tightened, but you felt your own pulse growing faint. You tried to speak, but no words came, only a strangled breath. The edges of your vision blurred again, and you felt the cold seep into your bones, as if the world itself was closing around you.

Aemond pressed his forehead against yours, his breath ragged and desperate. "I’m sorry," he whispered, his voice broken. "I never wanted this. Please, please don’t leave me. Not like this."

His lips brushed against your brow, a fleeting touch that sent a shiver down your spine, but the warmth of it was fading. You could feel him, but the distance between you was growing. The world was spinning, slipping through your fingers, like the last remnants of hope.

"Please," he begged again, his voice cracking as he looked down at you, helpless. "I love you. I’ve always loved you... Please, stay with me."

But you couldn’t. Not anymore.

Your eyes fluttered closed for the final time, and as the storm raged above, you felt the last threads of life slip away. Aemond’s voice echoed in your ears, but it grew distant, muffled by the cold, the wind, and the inevitable silence.

And when the world went dark, you felt the weight of it—the weight of everything that could have been, but never would.

The doors of the small council chamber groaned open, heavy hinges screaming into the air like a warning bell. Rain still clung to Aemond’s cloak, dripping in dark rivulets onto the stone floor, his boots tracking mud and blood in their wake. The storm had not left him at Storm’s End—it followed him, soaked into his bones, his skin, the hollow carved behind his ribs. He didn’t glance at the guards who pushed the doors open. He didn’t look at his mother seated beside the Hand. His eye, shadowed and sunken, remained fixed on nothing, as though he were walking through smoke, a specter of a prince, no longer a man at all.

Alicent stood as soon as she saw him, hands clenched in front of her skirts, her brow tight with anxiety. Otto Hightower rose more slowly, cold calculation already visible in his gaze. He measured the mood of the room like a butcher sizing up a carcass—he saw the stiffness in Aemond’s gait, the filth on his leathers, the scorch marks across his armor. He saw the silence in his face and the blood along the edge of his gloves.

“Aemond,” Alicent said softly, “you’ve returned. What news from Storm’s End? Did Lord Borros agree to our terms? Have you chosen one of his daughters?”

Aemond didn’t answer at first. He walked the full length of the room, boots thudding, silent but for the faint metallic clink of his sword still sheathed at his side. He stopped at the end of the long table where Aegon sat half-slouched in his chair, sipping wine, already smirking at the sight of his younger brother so bedraggled.

“Gods, look at you,” Aegon chuckled dryly, tipping his cup toward Aemond. “Did you fall off Vhagar into a privy or simply forget how to bathe in the storm? You look like the drowned god’s bastard son.”

The silence that followed was heavy—too heavy.

Aemond slowly raised his gaze. The sapphire in his ruined eye gleamed wet with the low torchlight. He looked at no one in particular, but when he spoke, his voice was sanded raw and hollow.

“She’s dead.”

Alicent flinched, confusion contorting her face. “Who…?”

Otto frowned. “What are you saying?”

Aemond blinked once, slowly. Then again. The shadows beneath his eye made him look decades older, and when he spoke again, it came out like stone grinding over stone.

“Y/N.”

Aegon froze, the humor bleeding out of his face like wine from a shattered cup. The goblet slipped from his hand and clattered against the floor, rolling beneath the table as the king stared at his brother. Alicent’s hands flew to her mouth.

“What?” she whispered. “No. No, gods—how? Why was she there? Why—”

“She came on Grey Ghost,” Aemond said, voice flat. “She tried to stop me. Stop Vhagar. Lucerys was fleeing. She turned her dragon into the fire.”

The room held its breath.

“I lost control,” Aemond said, louder now, but no more alive. “I tried to stop her. I tried. Vhagar… she wouldn’t listen. Grey Ghost fought. She burned him. He fell. And Y/N—she…”

He trailed off, his throat tightening as his eye fluttered shut, as though trying to erase the image imprinted there. The twisted body of the pale dragon. Her broken form beneath his wing. Her blood, the same color as his, soaking into the mud.

“She died beneath him. He tried to shield her from the storm.”

Otto’s face turned to granite, and his voice trembled just beneath the surface of composure. “You fool. You arrogant, bloody fool. You’ve doomed us.”

Alicent turned on him. “Father—”

“No,” Otto snapped. “You don’t understand, child. He killed Daemon’s blood. His daughter. There will be no negotiating after this. There will be no truce. Only fire. Only war.”

Aegon rose, slowly. He said nothing. His eyes were locked on Aemond, and in that moment, there was no jest, no sneer. Only realization. There, standing before him, was not the prince he’d once mocked. It was something broken. Something hollowed out. And that frightened him more than Daemon Targaryen ever had.

Alicent stepped forward, voice trembling. “Aemond… was it an accident?”

He looked at her, and for the first time, his voice cracked. “I loved her.”

The words brought a stillness so complete, even the fire seemed to stop crackling.

Otto said nothing. Aegon turned his gaze away.

Aemond’s hands hung limp at his sides, one of them still bloodied. “I loved her since we were children,” he said, softer now. “I never said it. Never dared. And now she’s gone.”

He turned without another word and left the room.

Behind him, no one moved. The silence that followed was not just shock—it was the death knell of peace. The moment everything changed. The moment blood began to rule.

In the flickering shadows of the council chamber, Otto sat back slowly, staring ahead as if watching the future already burn.

“We must prepare,” he said at last. “Daemon will come.”

And this time, no one doubted it.