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ladyviserra · 2 years

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we’ll we get a part 3 of The Sweetest Betrayal?

I loved the fic so much btw💗

The Sweetest Betrayal | Aemond Targaryen

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female!Targaryen!Reader

Summary: Aemond makes his decision on what he wants to do, what he really wants...more than anything.

Warnings: incest, curse words, arguments, mentions of deaths, war, THE ENDING!

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: I guess you figured out this is the last part of this series. It has been so fun to write it and I am glad you enjoyed it. I have been away from writing since it's going to be a busy year for me, but I managed to finish this. Also, some people die and don’t blame me for that since the spinning wheel made that decision instead of me. Anyway, thank you for the love you gave to this fic and for your patience I really appreciate it and now onto the ending.

Alicent had screamed the doors down before anyone came to her rescue, finding her broken on the floor, leaning next to the wooden thing she just banged on. Her tears stained, leaving her ugly as her eldest said.

Aegon sent for Aemond and finally got the first word out of her " NO! " The dowager queen nearly stood up, still feeling the cracks the shock left her.

" Lord damn you woman, spit it out! " The king was frustrated. His forehead wrinkled at the state his mother was found in.

" Aemond... " She began, giving up until she noticed how her son was getting angrier. " He fled. " A real confusion was put on him. " Fleed? What does that mean? "

" He betrayed us. " If his hair wasn't white it would start to be. " How what did he do? "

" He was with Daemon's daughter. With Y/n. " The king growled in anger, kicking the nearby chair, throwing the vase, and screaming his lungs out.

" He left us for her! " With Aemond's leave, the greens were in ruins, not only did they lose a strong character, but also the biggest dragon Vhagar went with him, which left them in great loss.

" Oh, what will come of us? " Alicent couldn't believe her mind, that all she was living through was real.

" Fuck him, let's get this war over with. " Aegon left his screaming mother who might have brought some sense into him if he didn't rush away.

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The air around his face felt cold, but it wouldn't stop him from going back to his home, his love. Vhagar too had some understanding of it since she was flying quicker than she would usually. Perhaps she could sense her rider's big wish for getting to Dragonstone as quick as possible.

Before he could even spot the island, he saw a dot in the sky which flew around, thinking it was one of the Blacks he decided to follow it. His sapphire eye glowed when he realized it was Y/n, his beloved. He hurriedly pulled Vhagar to go higher in the sky, which she did with swift moves.

The other dragon, calmly flowed in the sky, until realizing there was another dragon close by. Alerting Y/n who let her dragon lightly lower itself preparing for the possible danger the dragon and its rider could cause to them. However, it did take long for Y/n to realize it was Vhagar. The knowledge of the before unknown dragon worried her, Aemond was with her just this morning, so why would he return again during the day when he could be seen?

Not long after the dragons met on the ground, both lovers jump off them and ran to each other’s arms. Aemond sweetly pushed her head into his neck, hugging her tightly.

“ Aemond, what are you doing here? “ Her eye twitched from the nerves she was feeling, hoping the rest of the Greens weren’t with him. “ I came to get you. I came to tell Rhaenyra that I will serve for her claim. “ She smiled proudly. “ You will? “

“ Yes, but most importantly, I shall ask your father for your hand. “ A surprise blossomed on the Princess’s face, lighting it up with colours of excitement. “ Oh, Aemond. “ Y/n rose a bit to kiss his lips, not being able to hold her happiness away for the words she was hearing.

She continued to kiss him until he stopped her with a tiny bit to her lip. “ Now, now, let’s not get greedy, plenty of time for such entertainment. Let me get a yes from your father first. “ Y/n still smiling, took his hand and started strolling to the castle.

By the entrance stood three guards, all displaying their houses on their armour. The blades were put in front of the two Targaryens “ You traitor, must not pass. “ One of them spoke strongly gripping his sword’s handle.

“ Aemond is about to become one of us. “ Y/n said. “ And he is my guest, so you must let him in with me. “ She bothered to say the last words a bit louder than the rest of the sentence.

They had no other option, but to do as it was said. The two headed towards the room in which Y/n was sure all her family waited. And she was right. Just as the door, Daemon Targaryen spotted the sapphire flashing of his enemy, taking out Dark Sister. “ Don’t you dare make a single step. “ With his posture every looked in the direction of the door, spotting Y/n with their enemy. The other guards that were in the room, took out their own swords. The Velaryon couple Rhaneys and Corlys spotted the girl, gasping in shock, as their grandsons angrily watched the man behind their half-sister.

“ Father, let me- “

“ Explain? What is there to explain? The traitor came to the Dragonstone, ready to drop out another eye from his skull. “

“ No, he is here to- “

“ It’s fine. “ Aemond laid a hand on Y/n which tensed up her father even more. “ I shall speak for myself. “ His gentle smile turned serious when he met the eyes of the Rogue Prince.

“ I have come in peace to the Dragonstone with two purposes. The first one being of devoting my loyalty to the true heir of the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra Targaryen. “ He cornered his eye to the Queen, who didn’t take her eye off him the moment he came to her sight.

“ How so? “ She questioned. “ I have realized how my brother Aegon and my mother aren’t my family. Daeron, Helaena, Jaehaerys, Jaehaera and Maelor are dear to me, but I don’t think they would be able to accept my decision of changing sides as quickly enough to be here. “ As he breathed a small amount more, Y/n could understand how hard it pained him to leave them and that if he could, he would take him with them somewhere where they could be happy.

“ And why do you want to be loyal all of a sudden? “ He dragged his hand down to Y/n’s waist before stepping forward, feeling as she flinched to make him go behind, fearing what could be done to him, Aemond only smiled at that reassuring her he will be alright. “ That brights me to my second purpose. “ The prince said as he took out his sword, alarming Daemon who was ready for attack, but before it came to that the strong sound of metal hitting the floor played in everyone’s ears.

Aemond started dropping his dagger and knight to the ground, leashing himself and the weapons that could harm someone and kneeling in front of Daemon. “ I came here to ask for Princess Y/n’s hand in marriage as her love made me see with my eye the family I want to be a part of. “

As the words were said out loud, everyone fell in shock, looking at either Aemond or Y/n, figuring out their relationship. Daemon looked at the man before him and then at his daughter, confusion catching him.

He left the man to kneel and walked over to Y/n, handing her his own hand and pulling her to the side. “ You were sneaking around with him, I see. “ His voice made Y/n frown. “ I know father, I wouldn’t have if you did approve of him. “

“ I promise you, he is telling the truth father, I know he is and this isn’t a trick. “ Daemon watched as she spoke observing as her eyes worriedly switched to Aemond who still kneeled in the same spot. “ How can you be sure? “

“ No sane man would go alone in the pit of dragons and drop his weapon in front of them. “

“ Y/n, no Targaryen men are sane. “

“ No, but they know what they want and they don’t let anything stop them from having what they desire the most, not even humiliation of kneeling before their enemy. “ Daemon took a good look at his daughter, thinking of how quickly she had grown up in front of his eyes with him bearly realizing it. “ Alright then. “

“ Prince Aemond of House Targaryen. “ He turned quickly at the sound of his name. “ I give you my blessing. “ At the sound of these words, the seriousness of their faces vanished, replacing it with the brightest smiles there could ever be. And once again Y/n found herself in hands of her lover, happier then ever before.

Seeing how genuinely happy they both looked, Daemon knew he made the right choice, with calm steps he made his way to Rhaenyra who wasn’t as sure about Aemond.

“ Our Y/n, is your source of loyalty? “ Aemond still holding her responded “ She is, and there is no better time to show it than now. “ He said before speaking “ I have escaped my brother’s punishment but just for a small bit, by now he must be close to the Dragonstone. “ With the information of the Greens being close by, the Targaryens hurriedly rush outside.

Daemon approached the couple “ Y/n, you know what you must do. Aemond, you stick by me. “They both nodded to him. All of them called their dragons and jumping off their backs. Vhagar and Y/n’s dragon patiently stood waiting for their riders.

Before they could separate Y/n grabbed Aemond’s arm. “ Let’s get out of this alive. “ Aemond only smiled at that reassuring her he will be alright. “ We shall, and live many years to come. “ Kissing her forehead dearly, they both hopped on their dragons, flying in opposite directions, not knowing will their paths cross again.

Following the plan her family made prior to the war that was to take place, Y/n was dropping by the Driftmark where dragonless Alyn of Hull was waiting for her with the supply of water and food. Flying very high, hiding with the help of the clouds they moved to the sky, hoping to arrive at King’s Landing as soon as possible, but not soon enough to meet the King.

With a full day passing by, their fears for their loved ones grow, hoping they would see them alive again. Soon they arrive at King’s Landing, with the hidden soldiers of House Arryn already close by they circled around the Red Keep making sure it was safe for them to enter. Landing on their feet, with the honourable army of men, they approached the gate and soon enough, seizing the castle.

“ I Y/n Targaryen, have come to take the Iron Throne in favour of my cousin, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. “ With the taken power and stable control, Y/n imprisoned the Dowager Queen and put Queen Helaena and her children in the care of the guards making sure they would not escape.

As they waited for the rest of their family, the iron chair sat cold and Y/n waited on a balcony which pointed in the direction of Dragonstone hoping to see her family soon. In such state, she waited 2 and a half days, not seeing no marks on the sky to look like a dragon, that was until the two red dots were getting closer to the King’s Landing. Recognizing them as Caraxes and Meleys, she ran thought the halls, hoping to get out of the castle quickly.

By the time she made her way out of the castle, she had seen her brothers’ dragons flapping their winds onto the grass. She found herself in her father’s embrace, before looking up at the sky and seeing Vhagar dropping down.

She happily cried out for Aemond and dived into his arms, feeling safer than ever before. “ It’s alright love we are all here. “ He comforted her, as the warmth of her tears reached his skin.

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As said Prince Aemond married his one and true love Y/n. Their wedding was the first to happen and was followed by the wedding of Baela and Jacaerys and a year later by Alyn and Rhaena’s. Alyn’s brother sadly didn’t survive, dying just before his killer Aegon II. The rest of the Greens were spared, except from Otto Hightower who vanished without a trace.

Queen Rhaenyra let Aemond and Y/n live in King’s Landing with Helaena, and her twins, Maelor and Daeron who all bend their knee to the new Queen.

And as for the family Aemond desire to have with Y/n...

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“ Dear Lord, don’t jump that much you will get too tired to play anymore. “ Y/n warned her oldest son, a boy of only three. The little one soon became bored of jumping and sat down next to his older sister by three years and pulled at her red dress as she pulled back.

“ No, no. We don’t pull girls’ skirts. “ His mother separated the siblings, giving her youngest daughter to her elder 10-year-old sister and keeping her son in her arms. “ Not unless he is interested to see what’s underneath. “ Y/n’s husband chuckled, holding their youngest son who is just waiting to celebrate his first name day.

“ Don’t teach him how to do bad things. “ She scolded the man, trying to not crack at his smirk. “ Those are not bad things. Just want to teach him, how I found a beauty like you. “ With his one free arm, he gently grabbed her neck and brought their faces closer. They kisses sweetly until, breaking apart when they heard their son’s muffled words. “ I want a kiss, mama. “ The little boy said frowning. His parents laughed. “ Well then everyone is getting a kiss. “ Calling after their daughter, Aemond and Y/n gave their children kisses until it tickled them, enjoying in the beauty their union created.

#aemond #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x reader #prince aemond #aemond targaryen imagine #asoiaf #asoiaf fic #asoiaf imagine #house targaryen #hotd fic #hotd #house of the dragon

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Cursed Cravings, Chapter 8: Judging by the Cover

In which Danny gets a look at Christopher's library. Contains: 1.6k words | Chapter 1 | Read this story on A03!

“I’ve saved the best for last.”

After almost an entire day of being dragged around the mansion, with a merciful break to eat another well-prepared meal from Sam, the cart rolled to a stop in front of a set of grand double doors.

Danny gave the doors a skeptical raise of her eyebrow. They were big, sure, but they didn’t look much different than the rest of the mansion, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could stand to listen to stories about how these rich people had gotten their fancy things from other rich people in what seemed to be a never-ending cycle of showing off to each other about it, even if Sam had made some of the stories a little more entertaining.

“This is the library. It’s HUGE, and I don’t just mean that because all the books are twice your size. There’s hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. Penn family, big book people.”

Danny’s eyes widened. Books? Those were something of a rarity to her—she was certain there was someone who sold books in town, but she had always been too busy working with the animals, or in the garden, or in the kitchen to bother with a hobby like that.

“Uh…yeah, I haven’t exactly…gotten the chance to, uh, read a lot of books.”

She could almost feel the cart vibrate with excitement. “Then you are gonna get the socks knocked off of you when you see this. Anything you wanna read about, I guarantee he’s got it.”

“Sam, wait-”

Danny’s protests were cut short as the doors to the library opened and the cart zipped inside.

It was just as Sam had said—the place was enormous, with rows and rows of books as tall as trees lined up from the floor to the ceiling. Her head craned backwards as she followed the sight up and up, any remark she’d previously had ready long since swallowed by her amazement. “W…woah. Where the hell do you even start?”

The cart eagerly rolled on forward. “Well, you could certainly start with the factual stuff, y’know, history, encyclopedias, stuff like that. That’s all this section here,” they said, not bothering to slow down as they passed the section in question. “But that’s boring. My favorite’s over here.”

They whizzed past a few more rows of books, and then Sam rolled to a stop, proudly gesturing towards the shelf they stopped in front of with a dainty flourish of the cart’s metal handle. “See? Fiction!”

Danny laughed. “...fiction?”

“Yeah, like…made-up stories. It’s got everything. Here.” A sturdy book was plucked off the shelf and floated through the air next to the cart, motioning for Danny to step onto it. Not looking at the ground below it, she cautiously stepped over the edge of the cart and placed her weight on the book’s cover, which had an elaborate, gilded design adorning it. It slowly lowered itself to the ground with Danny on it, allowing her to step off and onto the tile floor.

Another book flew off the shelf and landed next to her—the pages flipped quickly before landing on one of the inside illustrations, which seemed to depict some sort of wooden puppet at sea, sailing away from an enormous, monstrous whale. She barely had time to process it before another book set itself down on her other side, this one bearing a cover of a handsome knight fighting a fire-breathing dragon. More and more books began to pile up in rapid succession, until Danny had become trapped within an ever-increasing mountain of literature.

“Hey! Sam! Slow down, wait.” She took a deep breath, and then muttered, quietly, “listen, I…I can’t read.”

The erratic book-flinging halted to a stop, one book in midair sheepishly putting itself back into place on the shelf. “Oh.”

“Did you just say you can’t read?”

The giant footsteps had escaped her notice until they were too close to evade. She scowled. “Sam!” she whispered harshly, suddenly getting the feeling that the spirit had abandoned her. That little punk. Did they do this on purpose?

She glared upwards and saw Christopher looking down at her from over the stack of books that surrounded her. “None of your fucking business, bastard. For the record, I’ve had to work twice as hard as you’ll ever work just to keep me and Nathan fed. Reading wasn’t exactly high on the priority list.”

Christopher tilted his head, regarding her with what appeared to be a genuinely curious expression. “I’ve never met someone who didn’t know how to read before.”

A book smacked him in the back of the head.

“Ow!” He rubbed his head and looked around futilely for Sam, before sighing with a single, drawn-out breath. He glanced down toward the books near Danny again and picked one off the top of the pile, turning it back and forth as he considered the cover.

From what little she could see, it appeared to be quite pretty, with delicate gold details on the front and a tower of some kind, with the illustration of a long braid of golden hair running along its spine.

“This is a good one,” Christopher mused. “I could…”

He looked away for a moment, tossing something in his head with a conflicted expression before he looked back to Danny. “...read it to you, if you’d like?”

Danny raised a single eyebrow. She had a snarky retort all lined up, but she found herself pausing as she looked at the book in the giant’s hands. She’d never had the opportunity to read before, but she did like stories. Nathan used to tell her some that he’d heard from his family. Her heart ached at the memory, and she took a deep breath of her own as she crossed her arms. “What’s it about,” she mumbled, refusing to look at Christopher.

“It’s called Rapunzel.” He idly flipped through the pages. “It’s about a princess with long, golden hair trapped in a tower by a witch, and rescued by her true love. It’s a classic.”

“Sounds boring,” she grumbled.

“There’s some rather graphic violence too, if that makes it more intriguing for you.”

She rolled her eyes, trying to look away from the giant and failing as she looked back toward the book.

Christopher bent down, rolling his eyes back at her as he extended a hand towards her, like he expected her to climb onto it. “You ought to give it a chance. Come on, I’ll just read the first chapter and you can see if you’re interested after that.”

Danny glared at him. Glared at his hand. And then glared at him again. She was more interested in hearing the story than she was letting on, but to have it be read to her by him?

She felt a slight chill as a tiny breeze ruffled her clothes. It felt like Sam was trying to coax her into this too. I feel like I’m being played somehow.

She took a bold, paradoxically defiant step onto Christopher’s palm. “Fine. ONE chapter. And then you have to leave me alone for the rest of the day.”

The giant laughed softly as he carried her to a nearby table. “Whatever you’d like, Danny.”

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A Little More Than One Chapter Later

Once Christopher reached the end of the story, he realized that Danny, who had taken a seat on the table between him and the book, had begun to make soft snoring noises as her head bent slightly forward.

And she was the one who insisted we keep going. She didn’t even hear how it ended. He chuckled, poking her lightly in the side. “Hey. Doll. You’re drooling on the pages.”

“Hwah-huh…?” She made a tired noise as she stirred awake, blinking a few times as she looked slowly between the book and him. Her eyes suddenly widened as she startled herself awake, a look between embarrassment and indignation clear across her face. “I WAS NOT. I’m awake!”

“Oh? So you heard what happened to the blind prince?”

Her face went blank. “...since when was he blind?”

“You were asleep for longer than I thought, doll.” He grinned. He could see past her prideful posturing to know that she had enjoyed the story, even if she hadn’t been able to remain conscious for the whole thing. It is a little late.

She huffed. “Well, maybe you could reread some of the end, so I can…” she yawned, “figure out how it ended—”

“Oh, no.” He closed the book shut and picked her up, placing her on his palm—she only feebly swiped at him in protest this time. “I think that’s enough for tonight. It’s almost midnight.”

“It’s almost WHAT?!” Danny looked to the windows, which showed that the outside world had long since succumbed to the pitch black of night. “Jesus Christ,” she mumbled under her breath.

“Come on, I’ll take you back to your room.”

He’d already made it down the hall, walking as slowly and carefully as he could while he cradled Danny in his palms, trying not to jostle her. To his surprise, about halfway there she began to curl up and close her eyes, giving up entirely on sending any sort of malevolence his way, at least for now.

…what?

No one had ever been comfortable enough to sleep in his hands like this before, not even the ones who thought they could trust him. Seeing her like this, at ease and relaxed, was such a strange contrast from how she normally acted around him, with her guard up and a steely look of irritation in her eyes.

His heart fluttered a little as he observed her, but he swallowed down the feeling of hope that surged in his chest. As lovely and enticing as the feeling was, he knew it was a rose with thorns beneath it. He knew what happened when he got too attached to the humans he was supposed to eat.

They all screamed, in the end.

* * * * * * * * * * Next chapter ->

Is it time for more Danny and Christopher bonding? I think it's time for more Danny and Christopher bonding. Or, well, whatever you want to call it. Either way, tune in next week for chapter 9: A Taste So Bittersweet!

Thank you for reading! We're getting really close to one of my favorite chapters so far. Things are going to start picking up soon! I promise!

#cursed cravings #itwom #itwom au #beauty and the beast au #vore writing #vore stories #gt stories #nonsexual vore #sfw vore #gt vore

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Dead Canon

As the title shows, this is not canon to the Jaune is Hades AU.

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Ruby stirred in the darkness. She looked around and found herself in a black throne room. The cold wind blew and a shadow lengthened and grew shape as it became a figure, a man. With a bony finger, it pointed out to her.

"RUBY... ROSE... YOU ARE DEAD. DEAD. DEAD AS DODO. DEAD AS A DOORNAIL DEAD AS-".

The shadow threw off it's hood and hacked and coughed, revealing young man with a mop of shaggy blond hair and blue eyes.

"Ugh, I can never breathe with that damn thing on my head. Who the hell decided that wearing this thing was a good idea?!" With a sigh, he looked to Ruby. "Right. Sorry. Uh, allow me to introduce myself. Hello, my name is Jaune, and I am the god of death."

"Aren't you a little scrawny to be a god?"

"Oh yeah? How many gods have YOU met, smartass?"

"...Okay, that's fair."

"Good. Now that that's out of the way," With a wave of his hand, a parchment flew to his hand, "let me see. State your name."

"Um, Ruby?"

"Last name?"

"Rose."

"Rose, right." Jaune tapped the scroll twice, but then his finger fell limp. "I'm sorry, but Ruby Rose?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"It says here you have silver eyes."

"Um, yeah?"

"...Of course you have fucking silver eyes. Why wouldn't you?"

"Is... Is that a problem?"

"YES!" He snapped. "IT IS! God, the only thing worse than you are cats. So damn annoying." He sighed. Sadly, this is one of those 'special' cases."

"Wh-What does that mean?"

"It means, by a power greater than myself," he raised his hand into the air and looked up, "WHO ARE A PAIR OF FUCK-NUGGETS," he looked back to Ruby, "those with silver eyes can have as many lives as they think they can get away with."

"So... I'm immortal?"

Jaune winced. "Uh, I don't like that term, but yes, that is the gist... kind of."

"Kind of?"

"There's one caveat to your whole 'I can't die' rule. See, it's like a video game. You're not dead, but you can die. You just have a few more, shall we say, chances. Like cats. And dragons. And Schnees. Ugh, why are there so many fucking exceptions to my fucking rules." He turned his palm up and a blue rose grew from it. "These are Death Roses. Bring enough of these the next time you die, and I'll give you another chance. Got it?"

"This... is all really weird, but okay."

"Weird?!" He shut his palm and shook his fist. "It's the best damn deal you'll ever get, you little shit!" He sighed. "Alright, piss off. I have some cats to see."

Ruby awoke and found herself alive where she was once dead. Her sister cradled her in her arms. Her team around her wept until they saw her stir. Everyone gathered close, though Blake seemed distracted.

"Er, sorry, guys." She said. "I have to go make a phone call."

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #jaune is hades au #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #conkers bad fur day #conker's bad fur day

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doodlegraveyard · 5 months

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Hey I wanted know about your version of the ancestral and to know the timeline of when they destroyed domino

Hi, @seth-the-whalelord, i am sorry because oh gosh i have a LOT to say and you prompting this means im not gonna be able to think of anything else ahhhh. OK so like. lets ignore how in general the timeline is really fucked up (flashbacks with the company of light and Griffin and Faragonda's relative ages are very confusing) but lets just ASSUME, path of least confusion that Domino got iced exactly as many years ago as is appropriate based on Bloom's age (I actually haven't decided if i's scaling the girls ages up slightly yet.) So basically it got destroyed when Bloom (and all her other peers in her age range here) were babies. That’s a BIG event to happen in relatively RECENT HISTORY and I have issues about how I want to make it clear that this is an event that has affected basically every world in the magical universe. BUT LETS PUT THAT ASIDE LETS TALK ABOUT THE WITCHES.

So my issue is the Ancestral Witches are meant to be these, hugely ancient beings formed at the beginning of the universe. But, they never… felt…. That cool to me? They’ve existed for all of time but it took them literally until what 15-18 years ago to get at the Dragon Flame? Despite the fact that it seems like pretty common knowledge where it is?? And the fact that they later named them and then the backstory with Griffin working with them and Valtor… that was before they got banished so to me it seems like they shouldn’t need the proxy of someone working on their behalf, like they do when they’re guiding the Trix… That feels to me like big powerful witches and villainesses and definitely big bad material but not like the unspeakable ancient things that I imagine when you say OLD AS TIME ELEMENTAL EVIL, you know?

Another thing: Arcadia. We have a direct counterpoint to “the first witches” in “the first Fairy who flew”. I actually like how vague her existence is and how strange and uncanny she looks. She almost comes across as a minor goddess, or someone who has basically ascended to demigod hood. I think one of the reasons I like her vibe over the ancestral witches is… she seems so… separate from reality and above what’s going on in the mortal planes. She waits for the Winx to come to her, instead of meddling/ the AW are pretty much exclusively into getting the trix to meddle for them. Or building a boy (Valtor) to do stuff for them. Idk. That said im actually not how im handling Arcadia or the existence of the water stars at all im just thinking ab the contrast of how they’re presented. Basically even when they’re spooky shadowy crone figures the witches strike me as beings of the material rather than an old-as-time type set of entities.

Anyway making the first witches these ‘’’’first creatures of evil’’’’ really fucks with the limp ‘well, not ALL witches are evil’ assertion that the show tries to make (but also doesn’t remember half the time). Like, that can definitely be the NARRATIVE that gets pushed, and I do think that the Ancestral witches themselves should be properly evil big bads, but you can’t build the worlds universe on ‘witches were invented to be evil, and fairies are meant to good’ and then benignly go ‘oh not realllyyyyy. I mean MOSTLY but not really. You know. Not the 2 witches we like (one of whom becomes a fairy)’. That can be the story a lot of people believe, but you cannot build it into the literal history of your world setting and then turn around and ask the audience to think otherwise.

I think what makes most sense to me is that Belladonna, Liliss, and Tharma are the names of the last INCARNATIONS of the Ancestral Witches but not the original/actual identities.

I think they were just witches once. Not quite from the beginning of time but from a long, long, long time ago. They had names no one remembers anymore, and names before that. They were witches who garnered such power that they wrote their identities into the flow of magic itself, who unmoored their spirits from their selves so that when they died they did not truly die. Basically, they’re Liches. I like the idea of the Witches recurring in history, reappearing as different women across the eons as their spirits find new lives to subsume. It’s not a bloodline (even though the trix call themselves the AW’s ‘direct descendants’ - unless Belladonna, Liliss and Tharma all fucked and had children, and each of the girls could directly trace their ancestry back to them… first of all why, how, wouldn’t families keep that an awful secret because presumably being related to the people who tried to kill dragon god and nuked the fairy Vatican would make their lives DIFFICULT - despite that language I always assumed they were kind of styling themselves as spiritual successors (which.. might be the literal opposite of ’direct descendant’ but what can I say that’s the vibe I always got) I think, in my version of things, they’re… sort of like their successors. ( I have them style themselves as Inheritrix - Hence, Trix) but well, really the Trix are really more like… Vessels. Or, they will be, when they’re strong enough.

One of the big reasons Witches are looked down on is that there’s this pervasive cultural sentiment that they’re greedy and power-hungry. They Want what they don’t Have, they will Take what Is Not Theirs. This has a little bit to do with the way I conceive of the concept of positive or negative magic - not dark and light but more like electric charges or polarity. Fairies (+) generate magic, and Witches (-) absorb magic from outside sources. I think there’s actually a very important place for Witches in the magic ecosystem, and both fairies and witches have a part to play in keeping balance. The ancestral witches represent the worst extreme of witch dysfunction. They take so much that they cling onto life, stealing the lives of other witches through generations. They refuse to be swept away through the river of time, to return to the flow of Magic, to take their part in the cycle.

#winx #winx club #winx club rewrite #winx club reboot #winx club trix #winx witches

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vivisandg · 11 months

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Hi so I rarely request anything but I’ve fallen back into the httyd rabbit hole again and the lack of eret son of eret content on here is criminal. I came across your eret x pregnant reader and OH. MY. HEART... it’s beautiful! I was wondering if you could write some fluffy Eret x reader who is a dragon nurse? Like a vet for dragons who’s really gentle and compassionate but takes some time to trust him because of the whole ex trapper thing? Thanks and hope you’re enjoying your day and staying hydrated :)

Love thank you sooo much! And yes, I’m trying to stay hydrated, so all of YOU🫵 get some water and drink it RIGHT NOW. Anyways, this is a really good ask and the lack of eret content is, in fact, criminal. I will try my best on this, feel free to criticize and ask for more!

Healing takes Time

Pairing: Eret son of Eret x (g.n/fem)reader

Summary: As a healer for Berk’s dragons, you meet a lot of new dragons in different situations… but nothing prepared you for a certain ex-trapper asking for your help.

You are one of Berk’s best dragon healers, spending almost 24/7 in the “dragon infirmary” as most call it. To you, it was home. You had been doing this job since Berk made peace with the creatures that you grew to find beautiful, feeling they needed to be treated as equals. You had always loved to help people and were known as one of the kindest Vikings in the archipelago.

Of course, when the evil Drago Bludvist came about and practically demolished your home, you had a change of heart. You became a bit colder to newcomers and strangers, a bit, but a noticeable bit. After Hiccup and Toothless had successfully taken the madman down, it came as a shock to no one that many dragons needed healing and care for a while.

One day, as you were releasing a Snafflefang named Muds back to his family, you were greeted by a slightly beat up Skullcrusher with none other than Eret son of Eret, the famous ex-dragon trapper at his side with concern painting his face. It dimmed your heart to see the tall man and not Stoick, the only father figure you ever had, at Skullcrusher’s side, but you would have to get used to it. You had always been skittish around the young Viking, as his tribe killed your dragon before your eyes. You weren’t sure if Eret was there when it happened, you didn’t care, all you saw was your beautiful Raincutter, Sinkah, get beheaded and thrown into the boat next to her.

It was time to stop thinking about that and face the problem in front of you. “What brings you and Skullcrusher in, Son of Eret?” You ask with more malice than you meant. “He flew through a good 7 trees while finding boulders to rebuild, tore the beast up, they did.” You pursed you lips a bit when he said ‘beast’, but that’s the only way to describe the dragon. “He looks like he got scratched a bit, I’ll have him out of here in about and hour,” you say while examining the slashes on his green wings. “Alright. Thank you, (y/n),” Eret says as he starts to walk away.

To your surprise, he turns back around and asks you “is there anything that I can help you with? Finding herbs or stuff to help?” This takes you aback, as you expected him to be arrogant, as he seems all the time. You look at him questionably as you ponder why he asks. “If you could get me a few perch from the lake in the east side of the island, that would be great,” you say as both you and Skullcrusher were hungry. Eret says nothing, but nods as he hurries away. That was a bit odd, you thought.

Eret gets back in a good 30 minutes with a basket of perch, just as you had asked him. You watch as he returns, putting the last few bandages on Skullcrusher, and heading towards him. “Thank you,” you say with sincerity, as you hadn’t eaten in about 5 hours. “No problem, thanks for helping Skullcrusher,” he says back. He then asks a question you weren’t expecting: “ Do you hate me or something?”

You are taken aback, again, by him. “Why?” You ask this because you don’t even know. “You glare at me every time you see me, specifically the markings on my chin because that’s about as high as your eyes can reach,” he says blankly. “If you must know, your tribe killed my dragon in front of me and threw her into a nearby boat and dumped me into the ocean,” you say, frowning at the memory. Eret looks appalled, he had seen those men that day, sure he was younger, but he saw how heartbroken you looked. He had sabotaged those men’s work so that Drago punished them; he never saw those men again.

Telling you this, you realized why he always looked at you like you were familiar, why he looked at you with a look of ‘I will protect you’, rather than sympathy. Finally, shocking Eret, you hug him and mutter a thousand ‘sorry’s. He hugs back and says it’s ok. Maybe you can heal dragons in an hour, but for people, healing takes time.

That’s it for this request. Again, wonderful ask, I wrote this in 2 hours💀😭 bc I loved it soo much. Again also, feel free to request stuff in my ask box, have a good day!❤️

#eret son of eret #fanfic #x reader #httyd fandom #httyd rtte #rumblehorn #how to train your dragon #stoick the vast #skullcrusher

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Chapter 9: Answers

Spoilers for Liyue archon quest and Zhongli's story quest and massive spoilers for Fire Emblem Fates Revelations and the Heirs of Fate dlc

Once back at the Order of Heroes castle, you and Aether sat down and had a chat.

Aether: I have to ask, why didn't you use that power of yours, you know, the one you used to defeat the imposter?

(Y/N): That's because... I... don't know how to use it.

Paimon: What!?

(Y/N): It was just sort of dumb luck that it happened when it did.

Aether: Do you want me to teach you?

(Y/N): You can do that?

Aether: I can try. After all, it is similar to how I can command the elements without a vision.

(Y/N): Then yes, please teach me all you can

Meanwhile

Most of the archons were gathered at the goddess's gathering hall, watching you from an orb Nahida had made with help from said goddess.

Ei: I'm glad they're finally learning to wield electro, but why couldn't I have taught them that? (sigh) At least they have a dependable teacher in the Traveler.

(S/N): Yes, the Traveler is quite skilled in using the elements. They couldn't ask for a better teacher, at least for average elemental use.

Venti: What do you mean?

(S/N): Well, can the Traveler summon gales that allow even humans to fly or call a meteor from th heavens?

Venti: Hmm. Fair point. Speaking of meteors, where's Morax?

Nahida: Let's see.

Nahida concentrates on Zhongli until she finds him.

Nahida: Eh?

Back at the castle, you were now practicing combat techniques when you hear a familiar voice.

Zhongli: Ah, there you are.

You, Aether, and Paimon turn to face the former geo archon.

Paimon: Ah. Zhongli! What are you doing here?

Zhongli: I came to ask our friend here something. Would you two care to hear it?

Paimon: Sure.

Aether: Of course.

Zhongli: I've heard about your device, so you probably already know this, but I'd still like to formally introduce myself. I am Rex Lapis, the now former geo archon. Others refer to me as Morax. I have come in search of an answer, and considering I was told you have intimate knowledge of the realms connected to Askr, I thought it more efficient to ask you directly. Simply put, is there any world that has a cure for erosion?

Aether and Paimon were left speechless, not only by Zhongli's question, but the fact that he trusts you enough to reveal his identity.

(Y/N): This is about Azhdaha, isn't it?

Zhongli: Yes.

(Y/N): There is one and only one world where erosion or something similar was successfully combated. In this world, a dragon by the name of Anankos isolated himself from humanity because he feared his minds deterioration, but when it finally did deteriorate, he flew into a rage. Believing that he was abandoned by the same kingdom that once sung his praise, he destroyed it and severed it from the mortal world entirely. Before he succumbed to erosion, he wrote a song, a song that, when sung whilst possessing his dragon stone, would weaken him, and in the main timeline of this world, it was used to kill him. However, in another timeline, several people willingly gave up some of their own memories to ensure the singer's safety as otherwisehe'dhave endured sufferingfor the rest of his life. I can not tell you what altered his fate in this timeline, the memories sacrificed, the souls of the departed returning to aid the living, or just pure happenstance, but it does work. Whether or not this is a permanent solution, I also do not know

Zhongli: I see. Thank you, but might I ask? Azhdaha doesn't have a dragon stone. What do I use for him?

(Y/N): Dragonfall. It doesn't need to be a dragon stone, just something close to Azdaha's heart, and considering that's what got through to him last time it might work.

Zhongli: And the song?

(Y/N): Oh! That might have been what altered Anankos's fate. Azura sings the song, but she's only ever sung three of the four verses. Her son, Shigure sang that final verse. Oh, but you'll have to wait if you're thinking about asking for their help, we're kind of going through something here ourselves.

Zhongli: I see. One more thing, do the lyrics matter?

(Y/N): Um. I'll have to ask Azura, but probably not considering how similar Anankos's and Azhdaha's situations are.

Zhongli: Understood, thank you. I shall await word of your duty's completion and lady Azura's answer. I'm afraid I can not assist you with whatever troubles your land, as I have my own duties to attend to.

(Y/N): Understood, have a safe trip back Zhongli.

As Zhongli departs, you turn back around to see Paimon and Aether holding their heads in confusion.

Paimon: Ugh, Paimon's head is spinning. What was all that about. Um, spirit dragons I think.

Aether: Don't ask me.

You were about to try and get their attention when Anna burst in.

Anna: Summoner, Traveler, that woman we rescued is waking up.

The four of you rush to the infirmary.

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Sorry for being absent. My hyper focus was jumping all over the place recently.

#genshin impact #sagau #crossover #fire emblem heroes

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dp-marvel94 · 5 months

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(Not) Alone - Chapter 9

Summary: Consumed with worry and scared after watching Dani almost die, Danny begs her to come home with him and meet Jazz. He wants to see her safe and happy and taken care of more than anything. An important reveal also weighs heavy on him – Dani isn’t the only living clone… and the other is him. He needs to tell her the truth; maybe that will convince her to agree to the idea of telling his parents. And she'll stay in Amity Park with him, where he'll never have to worry if she's safe ever again.

Meanwhile, Dani has mixed feelings. Still reeling from the loss of her clone siblings, Danny’s unexpected worry and care make her uncomfortable. And her own guilt… she hurt him and helped get him kidnapped twice. How can he care about a mistake like her? But having clean clothes and a bed is wonderful. And things aren’t as simple as she thinks.

Will Dani accept the help she needs and let herself be loved? Or will she push Danny and Jazz away and run again?

Word Count: 5,019

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Also on AO3 and Fanfiction.net

Note: Finally, I'm back to posting this story! I got way behind for a bit there. I was very busy writing my Ecto-Implosion story - a Lost Time Mer AU featuring a very ethereal Clockwork and a very conflicted Danny; it is posted now so go check it out if you haven't! Then there was Thanksgiving and preparing for Christmas. And my sister and I are buying a house! We close on January 5th. So yeah, a lot of excited things going on. Enjoy the second to last chapter of this story!

The time before dinner consisted of a tour of the Far Frozen, given by Frostbite. They visited the library, the hall of murals, the artifact vault (including sneaking a peek at the Infini-map!). The stadium, the ice practice rooms, the guard’s training field. There was a hanger for the hovercrafts. An engineering workshop where an adolescent yeti apprentice was helping an adult with a hovercraft repair.

They passed classrooms, the excited voices of an in-class literature debate perking Dani’s ears. The girl peered through the glass window in the door, curious eyes fixing on the small group of students. One of the young yeti’s gaze met hers, the other ghost grinning toothily and waving. Blinking in surprise, the girl waved back.

“Come, you must see the ice garden!” Frostbite hurried the group through the hall.

“Wow.” The clone girl breathed. “It’s so pretty!”

Trees, flowers, even individual blades of grass sparkled in the light, despite the cloudy sky. Dani darted behind one of the towering trees, thick trunked with heart-shaped leaves.

“It’s almost clear!” She giggled, looking at her brother through the trunk. “You look ridiculous!” Flickers of his ghost form – white, black, and green – warped through the ice.

“Oh yeah?!” He flew forward, making funny faces at her through the other side of the trunk. “You’re the one who looks ridiculous.”

“But you look more ridiculous-er!” She laughed more, sticking her tongue out at him. “Like one of those fun house mirrors!”

The two played for a while, poking fun at each other. Then…. The ice drakes!

“They’re so cute!” Dani cooed, eyes round.

Jazz looked at the creatures. Part wingless dragon, part slinky lizard, they were twenty feet long, with sharp claws, sharp teeth, and blue-silver scales. She side-eyed her sister skeptically. “Cute?”

One of the drakes, a juvenile all of five feet long, stuck out its tongue and licked its eye.

“Just look at him.” Dani gave her best puppy dog eyes. “And look!” She pointed to a disturbed area in the snow, sky blue splotches and small silver bodies standing out against the white powder. “Babies!”

“Ah, the hatchlings have arrived.” Frostbite said warmly. He walked towards the nest, gently brushing snow away. With one hand, he waved to the two girls. “Would you like to hold one, Dani with an i?”

Dani beamed. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Excitedly, she held out her hands.

“Hold her like this.” Frostbite demonstrated. “Close to your body.”

The younger girl nodded eagerly. Gently, she took the hatchling, which let out a squeak. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

Soon enough, the baby lizard relaxed, head resting on Dani’s upper arm, paws curled up against her chest, and tail wrapped around her other arm.

The clone girl cooed. “Yes, you are so cute. Yes, you are.”

Jazz watched over Dani’s shoulder, brow still furrowed skeptically.

Half ghost and hatchling stayed like that for a while, just looking at each other. But after a few minutes, the young drake grew restless. She squirmed in the hold, eyes darting to and then fixing on the human’s red hair. She chirped curiously, head lifting. The hatching half-wrestled out off, was half-released from Dani’s arms. She scrambled up Dani’s jumpsuit, onto her shoulder, and leapt onto Jazz’s.

“Hey!” The older teen protested, to laughs from her younger siblings.

The nosy drake investigated, sniffing, batting at, and chewing on the hair.

“That isn’t food!” Jazz complained.

At the same time, the hatchling spit out the mouthful rather spectacularly, having realized it in fact wasn’t edible. Still, she investigated Jazz’s hair and clothing, eventually wrapping herself around the red-head’s shoulders like a second scaly scarf. Innocent blue eyes blinked up at the human.

Jazz sighed. “Alright. I guess you are a little cute.”

“Yes!” Dani cheered. “Told you!”

The older sister rolled her eyes.

After that, Danny took a turn holding one of the hatchlings. A few more minutes of cooing at the smaller drakes and coaxing the adults into pettings and….

“Can we go back inside? It’s getting colder.” The red-head shivered, frowning up at the sky. “Actually, we should probably leave soon.”

“Yes. Of course.” The chief nodded sagely. “Some food first, very quickly before your journey home. There is still plenty of time yet, before the weather turns.”

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Actually, there was not plenty of time before the weather turned.

Danny frowned out the window, clutching another mug of hot chocolate. Outside the wind blew fiercely, the atmosphere completely white with the driving snow.

“My apologies, Danny.” Frostbite said surprisingly softly, a hand on the half ghost’s shoulder. “The storm blew in much quicker than anticipated. I should have hastened your departure.”

“It’s okay.” The half ghost looked up at his mentor. “How long do you think it’ll last?”

“A blizzard which arrived this quickly…” The yeti hummed thoughtfully. “Those storms like this are intense but they are short lived. Less than a day, surely. Perhaps eighteen hours.”

“So we’ll have to spend the night.” The boy bit his lip.

“It seems so.” Frostbite patted his back. “Come. We will prepare a feast for all. And a dance! Music and games will surely lift you and your siblings’ spirits!”

The corner of Danny’s lip turned up. “Alright. Let’s go.” With the chief’s enthusiasm, there was no way he could stay so somber.

The feast was amazing. Five courses. Ice kelp salad, with Caesar dressing straight from the Acropolis. Cave mushroom soup, topped with mammoth cheese and spices. An appetizer of garlic bread- a staple anywhere in the Infinite Realms. Giant Bison steaks with neon-colored fingerling potatoes. And for dessert…

Dani poked the shiny yet opaque, gelatinous slab with her knife. “What is this?”

It wiggled unappealingly and yet, Danny’s mouth watered. “Aojngofls.” He answered, grinning.

“What?”

“Aojngofls.” The boy repeated, to his little sister’s continued confusion. “That’s the yeti word for it. Have no idea what it’d be in English.”

“Okay? But…” Dani still eyed the desert skeptically. “What is it?”

“It’s some kind of pudding, I think. The consistency is kinda like flan but there’s nuts and fruit and stuff inside.” The boy greedily grabbed a spoonful, stuffing it in his mouth with abandon. “ ‘s so goof.” He gushed.

The young girl sniffed her portion, giving at another poke. “Why’s it shiny though?”

Danny swallowed his bite. “Ground up Ice Drake scales.”

At that, Dani pushed the plate away violently, a look of betrayal on her face. “No! How could they?”

“The drakes naturally shed their scales and the yeti’s collect them.” The boy soothed. “No drakes were harmed in the making of this dessert.”

“If that’s true….” His younger sister still wrinkled her nose, off-put. But hesitantly, she took a bite.

Danny leaned forward, eyes wide and eager for her reaction. “Well?”

Several emotions flashed across her face in quick succession, disgust turning to surprise and then relief. She swallowed. “It’s… actually good?”

“Yes!” The older half ghost fist pumped, laughing as the younger quickly started on her own piece with abandon.

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“We have most exquisite merriment for your enjoyment, Great One and Kin!” Frostbite practically dragged Danny and his sisters to the dance hall, so great was his enthusiasm.

The chief flung the doors open, the sound suddenly swelling. Drums banged, pounded. String instruments strummed and shredded, some high and quivering, others low and droning. The winds trilled and rumbled, like songbirds fluttering in the trees and the distant peals of thunder. It was a cacophony, the sounds weaving together in purposeful chaos.

Around the room, yetis stomped, clapped, danced. And Danny found himself pulled into the spiral of bodies. Jazz, her red-hair vibrant amongst the white fur, spun away from him. She danced beside Snowflake, movements at first awkward and unsure but quickly becoming exuberant and ridiculous. And Dani…

The shout barely carried over the crowd but it tickled Danny’s ear all the same. “Come dance with us!”

One of the younger yeti’s took hold of his sister’s hand, pulling her to join the other kids. Dani followed, smiling and then laughing, soon twirling as absurd and excited as their other sister was.

And Danny danced too. Legs jumping, arms flailing, feet pounding, head bobbing. His heart pounded, in time with the music. And the very air around him…. The excitement of the other ghosts, delighted to just be alive, together. His sisters, here and safe and happy. Jazz, her eyes bright and shoulders held high, without the worry she always wore like a heavy weight. And Danielle…. Twirling and laughing with the other kids, grinning like she’d never smiled in her life.

The older half ghost’s core buzzed, light with its happiness, with the warmth of its love overflowing. He laughed, taken by the sheer joy.

Danny danced for some unknowable amount of time after, catching the occasional glimpses of Jazz’s teal jacket or Dani’s midnight black suit. The words, unknown to his ears, and the music, foreign in arrangement but familiar in emotion, flowed around, in, and through him. His hair raised with chills, moved by the shaking drone of the strings, by the long, soulfully sung notes. And his body moved along, joining the song. No, not just his body. It was deeper. The feeling vibrated down, passed his blood and ectoplasm. Down, into his core, the center of himself. He danced, not just with his body but with his very soul.

Eventually though, the music slowed, a profound tranquility over taking the room. The dancer also slowed, many of them pairing up.

Danny stilled with a soft smile on his face as he pulled himself out of the crowd. He meandered to the edge of the room, eyes set on a table of refreshments. The boy picked up a cup of slightly glowing punch. Turning back, his gaze flickered over the gathering, searching for…

Ah, there. His heart squeezed, pleasantly warm. There was Danielle.

He raised the glass to his lips, taking a sip as he watched. His little sister still lingered in the middle of a crowd of younger yetis, though the group had drifted away from the dance floor. They huddled in a corner, a few adolescents giggling to each other about something. And… Dani sat in the air cross-legged, one of the cubs curiously running claws through her hair. A slightly older kid gently swatted away the paw, leaned forward to mutter something in Dani’s ear. The half ghost nodded, eyes lighting up in delighted surprise. The young yeti started braiding the shining white locks.

“Danielle looks really happy.” Jazz’s voice broke his attention from the scene.

Danny blinked, for a moment surprised, but then dismissing her sudden appearance… “Yeah, she does.” He smiled, contented eyes back on his little sister.

His older sister smiled too, just as happy. “I don’t think she’s been this happy the entire week. Bringing her here was a great idea.”

The boy nodded. It was true enough. Despite the slight bumps of the check up and the unexpected snowstorm, Dani looked about the happiest he’d ever seen her.

Across the room, the braiding finished up, the paws removed from Dani’s hair. The girl experimentally shook her head, the ends hitting her cheeks. Her mouth opened, laughter audible in the lines of her face despite the loud music.

“Aw. Look at that. She’s already making friends.” Jazz cooed.

In other circumstances, Danny might have scoffed at the mushy comment. But now, his heart was too full of relief and joy to hold any cynicism. “Yeah, she is.”

Neither sibling spoke for a long moment, just watching Dani talk and play with the other kids. Soon, the song ended, another fast one starting up.

Danny stepped towards the crowd. “Ready to get back at it?”

Jazz took a sip of her own punch. “I still need to catch my breath. I can barely keep up.” She chuckled. “These guys are more rambunctious than Aunt Alicia’s neighbors at a barn dance.”

The boy laughed at the unexpected comparison. “Oh my g-d, that’s what this was reminding me off.”

Just then, Frostbite’s booming laugh cut above the music, his energetic kick nearly knocking down his dance partner. The yetis were just as exuberant as any country folk.

“Do you remember that time Alicia’s neighbor's kid let all the chickens out during the dance?” Jazz asked with a snort.

“Of course.” Danny snorted himself. “They were all line dancing,” Hands on his hips, he kicked each leg and then clapped and turned with a jump. “to Cotton-Eyed Joe. And those stupid chickens...” He landed, leaning forward slightly, and moving his head back and forth in a very poultry-like manner. “Those stupid chickens were trying their best to become footballs!”

“Old Man Roberts kicked one and it sounded…” A laugh broke through the words. “it sounded like a freaking rubber chicken! Like…” The sad chicken noise Jazz then made….

The boy nearly doubled over laughing. “That’s the most pa..pathetic chicken noise…I’ve… I’ve ever… heard.” He gasped, diaphragm flipping with the sound.

“But that’s what it sounded like!” His sister argued.

“Like.. Like?” Danny tried to make his own rubber chicken noise but broke down in giggles.

A second of the red-head’s nose wrinkling, trying to hold but the sound and… hands on her knees, she cackled too. The two laughed for a long while, just the two of them and that memory.

Eventually, Danny caught his breath. Wiping his eyes… “Man, those barn dances at Alicia’s were the best.”

“Yeah, they’re always a good laugh.” Jazz chuckled, again. “The only thing funnier than those chickens is Dad trying to dance to Party in the USA.”

Danny laughed again, just picturing it. Jack Fenton, in all his uncoordinated orange-flanneled glory, stomping and jumping completely out of time.

He shook his head, grinning. “I wonder if Mom and Dad managed to catch a dance on their trip.” But as soon as the words passed from his lips...“Their trip.” His face fell, a chill anxiety suddenly dousing the previous joviality. “They’ll be back tomorrow night.”

His older sister stood up straighter, also sobering. “That’s right.”

Danny’s hand frantically ran through his hair. “I still need to talk to Dani about that.”

The red-head raised a brow. “You didn’t talk to her last night?”

Danny shook his head. “With everything else we talked about…” He bit his lip. “I couldn’t bring it up, not when she was already so upset.”

Jazz stepped towards him, nodding understandingly. “That’s okay. We can bring it up later, after the dance.”

His eyes darted back to Dani and the younger yetis. They were playing some kind of game, one yeti blindfolded in the middle with the others surrounding in a circle. His younger sister’s eyes sparkled, a hand over her mouth trying to hold back laughter.

His heart squeezed. “But she’s so happy. She’s happy and making friends. And she finally called me Danny again.” Such relief that statement brought… she was comfortable with him, all of him. “And we just had to talk about our brothers last night and that was hard enough.” It was painful, just remembering her crying, clinging to him like he’d disappear too if she let go. “But this… how can I do that to her again?”

Jazz glared, suddenly serious, as she pulled him farther away from the crowd and in front of some chairs huddled against the wall. “We still have to have this conversation with her, Danny.” Voice low but harsh, the red-head crossed her arms. “We can’t just let her run off to Ancients knows where.”

“Of course not.” The boy almost hissed, eyes narrowed in offense. “I barely want to let her out of my sight. I’d rather died than let her F-off into the sunset again. I want her at home with us. But…” He slumped into the chair, anger suddenly doused. “She doesn’t even want to meet Mom and Dad. I know she doesn’t.” His head dropped into his hands. “She shuts down any time they’re even kinda mentioned. I barely convinced her to meet you in the first place. You know how hard it was to convince her to let us buy her clothes, let alone anything else.” Her furious words, that first morning…. She didn’t think she needed or deserved help. She was trying to fight that thinking, he knew, from their conversation last night. But did that still linger below the surface? And…

“Jazz.” His voice lowered, shoulders curling in on themselves. “I… I’m scared. I want Danielle safe and happy so damn bad. So bad. But…I’m… I’m terrified that I’ll push her and she’ll run. She’ll leave without a word again. And I can’t… I can’t. I can’t go back to not knowing if she’s safe or okay or even if… even if…” His breath caught, voice choked.

“Oh, Danny.” The chair beside him creaked slightly, Jazz sitting. “It’s okay to be scared.” Her arm wrapped around his shoulders. “I… I’m scared too.” At that, he looked up, brow wrinkling as his older sister continued. “I don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t know if Dani is going to surprise us and say yes. Or if she will freak out and run. Or any number of things could happen. I can’t make her say yes like I, like both of us want.”

Each word was a stab to his core, driving that desperate fear and sorrow deeper and deeper. If even Jazz had these fears, then how… how….

“But.” The strong conjunction drew Danny out of his growing despair. “Whether or not she stays with us is Danielle’s choice. We won’t know until we asks. There’s no reason to catastrophize yet. And…” Her face softened, kind eyes fixed on him. “I don’t know her as well as you do. But I know Dani loves you. She trusts you. She wouldn’t leave you without a word and hurt you like that. And besides…” Her eyes flickered toward the crowd of yetis. “Maybe staying in Amity Park with us or running off on her own aren’t Dani’s only two options.”

Danny’s gaze followed, fixing on Dani… playing with her new friends. He blinked once, the idea rolling over him. Something in his core loosened, a hint of hope brightening his face.

The boy sat up. “I need to talk to Frostbite.”

Jazz smiled, squeezing his shoulder. “Go on then.”

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“My turn! My turn!” Dani cheered, moving to the center of the circle.

Her core buzzed with excitement. This was the best day ever! The tour, the feast, the dance. New friends! GlacierPaw asked her to dance. WinterHill braided her hair. And now Icicle was tying the blind-fold around her eyes.

“Now we’ll count to ten while you spin in a circle. You want to find and tag whoever had the ice-shaker.” The yeti girl stepped back, and the sound of counting started.

Dani spun, head quickly growing dizzy. Then she wobbled forward, chasing the sound of crinkling ice. It shifted… there!

“I’ve got you!” The half ghost flailed for the target.

“It’s not me!” The other child laughed.

The sound of shaking again. Dani chased, still woozy on her feet. Another miss, this one near. And…

“Ha! There!” She grabbed the shaker, pulling off the blind-fold.

GlacierPaw grinned at her sheepishly. “My turn?”

With a nod, Dani tied the cloth on his head.

The games continued, with more dizzy stumbling, more running and jumping, and, of course, much more laughter. Eventually though, the fun stopped, the group breaking up as adults came over to gather their children.

“Bye!” “It was fun playing with you!” “See you later!” GlacierPaw, WinterHill, and Icicle shouted the various farewells, each pulled along by their respective parents.

Dani smiled, giving her own wave. “Bye!” Then she turned her attention back to the crowd. Where were Danny and Jazz? After a moment, her eyes fixed on familiar red hair.

“Jazz!” The girl ran forward, nearly crashing into the older teen in her excitement.

“Dani!” Jazz startled with a laugh.

“Did you see?!” She waved back toward the corner. “The yeti kids invited me to play with them! It was so much fun! We played freeze tag with actual ice! And Pin the tail on the Ice Drake. And…” She blinked, suddenly realizing. “Where’s Danny?”

“Talking to Frostbite.” The other girl smiled, ruffling her hair. “What else did you do?”

“The littler cubs loved this game called Rabbit, Rabbit, Hare. We all sat in a circle, one person walking around the outside. The person who was It went rabbit, rabbit, rabbit,” She patted the air with her hand. “On each person’s shoulder. But if you got hare, then you had to get up and chase them around the circle and try to get back to your spot first!”

“Ah. Like Duck, Duck, Goose.” The red-head mused with a nod.

“What’s Duck, Duck, Goose?” Dani stopped her ramble, brow furrowing.

“It’s the same game you just described.” Jazz chuckled kindly. “I played it when I was little. You’d go Duck, Duck, Duck….” She also patted the air. “Then…. Goose!” She furiously ruffled Dani’s hair and the younger girl giggled.

Just then, Danny returned. “Hey guys.” He waved.

A new song started up, fast and energetic. Dani grabbed each of the older teen’s hands. “Come on! I wanna dance!”

The clone girl danced with her two siblings for a few more songs. They drank some punch, snacked on some of the food. Dani talked more about the yeti kids she had met, the older two listening with rapt attention. Each wore an almost relieved smile though Danny’s harbored just a hint of sadness. Actually…. Both of her siblings were being oddly subdued, a heaviness in their responses that hadn’t been there before.

Dani noted the oddity with a wrinkled brow but before she could really dwell on it….

“It looks like everyone is leaving.” Jazz mused, eyes flickering to the musicians. Sure enough, they were packing up their instruments.

Barely a minute later, Frostbite arrived, gathering the three. “Come. I will show you your room.”

A few minutes’ walk through the halls and the group came to a surprisingly mundane wooden door. The chief opened it and inside….

Wooden paneled walls, a fireplace built into one side. Wooden furniture. A bed, a couch, a desk, dressers. The room was cozy and warm, enough so that Jazz started taking off her outer layers of clothing. “This is perfect, Frostbite. Thank you.”

Dani nodded. It did look really nice! But… her brow furrowed. “There’s only two places to sleep.”

The older girl gave her a chastising look, causing the halfa girl to blush sheepishly.

But the chief smiled kindly. “Never fear, we have prepared for this.” He left the room, quickly returning with a foldable cot. “See! All have their place.”

After good nights to Frostbite and a short… discussion (cough*argument*cough) about who would sleep where, the three collected borrowed pajamas from the dresser.

“You can go first.” Danny motioned toward the small, attached bathroom, Jazz agreeing with a nod.

As Dani got dressed and brushed her teeth, she tried to ignore the hushed voices coming through the door. The words were inaudible… but a seed of nervousness still sprouted in her gut.

She exited the bathroom to find Jazz and Danny huddled together on the couch.

“But Frostbite did say it would be okay if she-” Having noticed her, the boy cut himself off. He met her eyes and shuffled over on the couch. Then patting the seat between him and Jazz…

Dani’s brow raised in question. She didn’t ask, instead shifting nervously as she sat.

Her brother took a breath, hands balled in his lap. “Jazz and me need to talk to you about something important.”

Well, Dani did not like the sound of that. She swallowed nervously. “Okay?”

“First the good news.” Her brother started. “I talked to Frostbite about Vlad. Long story short. The Far Frozen has beef with him. So do Fright Knight and the Observants. The Dragon kingdom and the Acropolis don’t like him very much either. Mainly because Dora and Pandora are my allies and they’re not cool with anyone who messes with me.” He shook his head. “Point is, with all the ghosts on our side, we can probably get Vlad locked up somewhere he won’t be able to bother us anymore.” Danny met her eyes then, wide and earnest. “He is going to have to answer for what he did to you and me and all the other clones. He’s going to pay for it. And we’ll make sure he never even thinks about hurting you again.”

The words hit her like a ton of bricks. Not because they hurt but because…. The sheer relief. The feeling washed over her. She’d barely even thought about Vlad the past week, too absorbed in so many new experiences and revelations. But there in the back of her mind… (Would he come back for her? Try to hurt her again? Would he try to hurt Dami again, bring him to his side?)

But Danny’s words, the fervent conviction in his eyes swept those doubts and fears away.

“That’s great.” Dani hugged him. “Thanks for talking to Frostbite about that.”

“Of course.” He hugged her back. “I couldn’t… I couldn’t let this keep going. I had to do something…”

“And you did.” Jazz’s hand on her shoulder. “I’m relieved we have a plan now.”

The clone girl gave an agreeing hum, relaxing for a moment in that relief. Then…

She pulled away, a hint of renewed worry jabbing at her core. “You said ‘first the good news’ so…” She swallowed. “What’s the bad news?”

“It isn’t bad news.” Jazz smiled soothingly. “Remember when Danny asked you about meeting our parents?”

Dani nodded, anxiety sinking like a stone.

“Mom and Dad will be back tomorrow night.” Danny continued. “We’ll be back in the morning, plenty of time before they come home. But we need to make a decision…” The words came out, calm, sincere. But still… the boy bit his lip, betraying his own nerves. “About whether or not to tell them about me being half ghost and Phantom and… About you. And how we’re going to introduce you…”

“I don’t know…” Dani brought one hand up to her mouth, anxiously chewing on her thumb nail. (This. This was what she had been freaking out about last night…)

“You don’t have to meet them if you don’t want to.” Jazz soothed, gently pulling the younger girl’s hand from her lips. “It’s your decision.”

“Yeah.” Danny nodded. “It’s up to you. And…” He looked out, towards the door. “Staying with Jazz and me isn’t the only option. Frostbite already said he’d be happy to give you a place to stay. And I have other allies we could go see if you don’t want to stay here. I’m sure Dora or Pandora would love to have you. But.” With the word, his expression hardened, deathly serious. “No matter what, running off on your own again is not an option. I’m not going to let you just fend for yourself. Not alone, on the street or wandering off who knows where. You deserve to be somewhere that you’re safe. ”

Dani blinked for a moment, startled. There was another option….

Then she scowled, offended. Did she really think she was going to run off on her own? Yeah, maybe a week ago she could have, but-

The anger wooshed out. A week wasn’t that long though, was it?

She shook her head. “I know running off isn’t an option.” She wouldn’t, not now. Not after finally having her brother back and… maybe kinda sorta gaining a sister? The point was, she finally wasn’t alone anymore. And she didn’t think… no, she knew, she couldn’t bear to go back. “I won’t run off. But…” She chewed on her lip.

The choice… that same dread and unease she felt every time she thought about the offer of staying at FentonWorks, those same feelings rose, wrapping around her core. For just a moment, she tried to imagine it. A dad to tuck her into bed. A mom to pack her lunch. Riding the school bus to school. Sitting in class. Making normal, human friends.

Dani frowned. She couldn’t picture it, the very thought turning her stomach. No, she wasn’t ready. She didn’t want that, at least not yet. If she ever would.

But…. staying here, with Frostbite… Danny had mentioned that too. And she had so much fun here today. There was so much to do and see. The food was so good and the yeti kids loved her. A large part of her wanted to stay here.

Another part of her seemed to curl in though, shy and ashamed of her desire. She had seen it in Danny’s eyes, and less obviously so in Jazz’s… they wanted her to meet their parents and live with them. They wanted her to say yes….

“Let me think about it.” Dani finally answered.

“Dani, we’re leaving in the morning.” Jazz countered, just as serious as Danny. “We need a decision before then.”

“I know.” The younger girl put her head in her hands. “Let me sleep on it. I’ll tell you guys in the morning, I swear.”

There was silence for a long moment. Then… “Alright.” Danny sighed, an arm wrapping around her. “Just tell us what you want to do then.”

“Okay.” The girl said quietly, leaning into her embrace.

Dani’s stomach twisted, torn in two. She wanted to keep hanging out with Danny and Jazz like she had this week. All fun and adventure, like an endless, adult-free summer vacation. She wanted to stay with them, to not let them down. But… she wanted the Far Frozen too. To learn to take care of the ice drakes, play hide and seek with the other kids, and get hugged by Frostbite every night.

“No matter what you decide, it’s going to be okay.” Jazz hugged her from the other side.

Dani hoped Jazz was going to be right.

#Danny Phantom #my fic #(not) alone #invisobang 2023 #Invisobang

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Knowing how worried Seteth can be, a story where Byleth is sick would be soooo cute 🥰

(He’s such a worried boy 😔)

When you woke that morning, you felt a little groggy. A bit out of sorts, which was different from usual, but you didn’t think too much about it. It’d been cold lately, seeing as the winter had been setting in more aggressively than usual.

It was easily dismissed in your mind, at least until Seteth shifted beside you. The old dragon’s arms came around you and he nestled his face into your hair.

“...Byleth?”

His voice sounded suddenly awake. You felt him sit up behind you, and you felt a hand on your forehead.

“Byleth, you’re burning up!”

“What?” You turned your head to look at him; immediately your vision blurred, and the room started to spin. “...Whoa.”

“Oh no- oh, gods, how did this happen? The Archbishop is ill!” He flew into hysterics almost immediately, making a break for the doors to call for a cleric (most likely Flayn).

You watched him rush off as best you could, though the image of him running out the door was a bit lopsided. He didn’t come back for a few minutes, but when he did he had his daughter rushing behind him with three more healers not far behind.

“Byleth, I’ve brought clerics-” He hurried back to your side, taking up your hand. Despite your raised temperature, your hands were notably clammy. It did not soothe his concerns.

Flayn touched the back of her hand to your forehead, then her fingers brushed your lymph nodes. She nodded to herself, looking quite serious.

“She is certainly ill.” She confirmed, “Does your throat hurt, milady? Are you nauseous, or dizzy?”

You swallowed, feeling an almost instant ache in your throat. You nodded, confirming her questions. At this point, you didn’t want to risk finding out how nauseous you really were.

Flayn and the other healers finished their examination quickly, and she delivered her verdict.

“I believe the Archbishop has contracted the flu.”

“Seiros-” Your husband paled, “She cannot have the flu- she is the Archbishop, Flayn.”

“She is still a little human, I’m afraid. Given the time of year, it’s not surprising that she got sick, too. It’s been going around the monastery for the last month, so it was only a matter of time before it reached her.” She smiled sadly, looking back to you, “We’ll prepare some medicine and some honey lemon tea to help soothe the symptoms. In the meantime, she’ll need to rest and eat gentle foods- nothing too rich or heavy.”

“I…I understand. Is there anything I can do to help?” He asked worriedly, squeezing your hand. Flayn could barely contain the smile on her lips- seeing that familiar tenderness in her father again was always a welcome sight.

“If you could stay with her while we prepare everything, that would be best.” She said far more calmly than Seteth ever could have mustered. He nodded, awkward and stiff, and thanked them for their help.

He all but sank onto the bedside when they left, as if the weight of the world suddenly doubled on his shoulders. You blinked up at him, seeing the tips of his ears much lower than usual.

“It’s just the flu, at least…” You managed to whisper, much gentler on your throat than attempting to speak. Seteth looked over at you, looking clearly like it was his fault this was happening to you.

“You should not be ill. I should have worked harder to ensure your safety from all of this! I should have taken steps to better isolate you from the monastery.”

“You kept me pretty isolated when you heard the first sneeze,” You recalled softly, and Seteth nodded, brow furrowed with deep thought.

“Did anyone come to visit you? Any of the professors, perhaps, who weren’t supposed to come by? Did Hanneman approach you for more research-”

“No…everybody went through you.”

“Then how?”

“It might have just…gotten into me from the cold.” You figured, closing your eyes when the room started to swirl again. “Mm…when do you think they’ll be back?”

Seteth paused his personal berating at your question. He came closer to you, touching a cool hand to your face. You were far, far too warm. Almost hot to the touch.

“They will be back quickly. No one takes the health of the Archbishop more seriously than the monastery’s clerics- besides myself, of course.”

“Yeah.” You agreed quietly. You pressed your face into his hand, enjoying the cool touch. “You’re nice and cold.”

“A blessing and a curse with my blood. For now, though, it is welcome.” He commented, gently moving his hand along your face, trying to cool you down. “I suppose a cold cloth would be more effective, though. Give me just a moment, I’ll fetch one for you.”

“Mm.”

Seteth stepped away to the washroom, fetching a bucket and the promised cloth for you. He drew the water and made sure it was plenty cool (but not too cold), and returned to your side.

He had it wrung out and gingerly running it over your face before settling it on your forehead, like any doting husband and/or father would.

“Better?”

“Yeah.”

“Excellent.” He mumbled, drawing up a chair to sit beside you. When the others returned, they were armed to the teeth with plenty of medical remedies to help speed up the healing process.

All of them looked quite focused and borderline grim (seeing as your health was no joke), but Flayn seemed the most anxious of all of them. She directed them to their jobs, and went to Seteth.

“Can I speak with you for a moment?” She whispered to him, and the pair stepped away, into the washroom.

She shut the door hurriedly, narrowing her eyes at her father.

“I know how she got the flu.”

“You do?”

“Yes- it was you!”

“...What?” His face blanched, entirely unconvinced by her accusatory tone. But she nodded, pointing her finger at him.

“You remember when I asked you why I didn’t get sick like human children do? You and Mother both explained to me that our blood is colder- so we can’t catch most diseases that humans can. But there’s a caveat, remember?”

“A caveat.” He echoed, thinking back. And his stomach plummeted.

“‘While it’s rare for us to become infected, we can still carry the diseases for a little while, and never even know it’.” She spoke, and the words rang out in his ears in her mother’s voice. He remembered that conversation very well. But it had been centuries since he ever had to think about it!

That, and he never spent enough time with a human in such close proximity that he could even think to carry and infect someone with it. But seeing as he was now married to one that was more human than dragon…

He buried his face in his hands.

“Oh, my gods.”

“You spent so much time as the barrier, you didn’t even realize you were bringing the flu to Byleth on a silver platter!” Flayn declared, “You were exposed to it more than anybody else, so of course it stuck to you long enough to latch onto a proper host.”

“I can’t believe it. This is all my fault! I gave my wife the flu!”

“Yes, yes you did.” Flayn agreed, nodding with a puff of pride in her chest. Though that was mainly due to the victory in discovering exactly how the Archbishop had been infected at all.

“She will never forgive me for this.” He sighed heavily, shaking his head as though grieving the death of a loved one. Flayn just rolled her eyes and patted his shoulder.

“I’m sure that Byleth won’t care at all- besides, it looks to me like it’s not a severe case. She should be back to normal in a couple days, provided we keep her hydrated and well-rested. Think you can handle that?”

“O-of course.” He nodded swiftly, “It is the least I can do since I am the one who did this to her! I will tend to her exclusively, so as not to risk further exposure to others.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Flayn agreed, and the two returned to the bedroom. You seemed to be feeling a little better, having downed a few different mixtures of various things you couldn’t taste. You looked a little more lucid than before, which was a good sign.

“Sir Seteth will be staying with the Archbishop until her health improves, and I will be performing routine checks on her while she recovers. But considering it’s not a severe case, I think we’ll be able to handle it with just the two of us. For now we’ll let the Archbishop rest, and take our leave. Do either of you have any questions?”

“No, Head Cleric. Thank you.” Seteth bowed to her deeply, thanking the others for their assistance as well. She ushered the healers out, stopping at the door with a gentler smile.

“Get well soon, Byleth! I’ll be back in a few hours to check on you two.”

You waved as she left, Seteth waiting until the doors closed before he once again sank onto your side of the bed. He looked far less anxious now, but all of his panic had suddenly been replaced with heavy guilt.

“...Seteth? Are you okay?”

“I am fine.” He sighed, “I am perfectly fine- do not fret. Rather, I am just…troubled.”

“I noticed.” You mused, “What happened when you two were gone?”

“Flayn told me how she thinks you got sick- she believes I gave it to you.”

Your eyebrows rose, “I thought you didn’t catch diseases that normal people did.”

“I don’t, not typically. In fact, it’s very rare that I get sick with anything humans normally do. But that does not mean I am invincible to it. It seems that someone was able to infect me with it long enough for it to leave my system and enter yours. It can’t survive for long in my blood, but it surely can with someone who is much warmer than I.”

“So you were the carrier…” You mused, “Makes sense.”

“I am so, so sorry, Byleth. I never intended to inflict you with such a terrible illness! I have already promised to Flayn that I will do my utmost best to take care of you and make sure you recover as soon as possible. I do hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me, once I have atoned for my sins.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” You laughed softly, biting back a cough, “But I won’t say no to being doted on for a few days.”

“I shan’t leave your side, my love.” He promised, “I’ll alert the staff that you won’t be available until you have recovered, and I’ll assume your duties until you’re back on your feet.”

“You’d do all that for me?”

He nodded, his smile tense but reassuring. “All of that and more. Please, tell me whenever you need something, and I will take care of it for you.”

Seteth would somehow find a way to ramp up his doting nature to 11, and waited on you hand and foot until you were recovered. You were quite grateful; or at least, you thought you were, because for the most part you were sleeping soundly through the days of navigating your sickness.

Once he was satisfied with your recovery, you were finally freed from the confines of your room, and made sure to treat Seteth for his kindness with loads of kisses (at least until he pushed you away for fear of infecting you again).

#seteth #byleth #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fe 16 #seteth x byleth #seteleth #fe-fictions #fe fictions #f!mu #f!byleth #fem!byleth #sick prompt #sick fic #fluffy fluffy worried hubby

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Hi, could I please request the Tokyo Revengers characters with the reader is a toman founder who has some type of magic power that allows them to bring people back to life? And then they bring everyone back (the Shiba's mom, the Sano's mom, the Sano's dad, Akane, Shinchiro, Baji, Emma, Izana, Mucho, Draken, South, Kakucho, etc.).

a/n : oh we're a magician now 😳 i'll try my best on this anonnie, thankyou for requesting and enjoy 🫶🏻

summary : a twisted power that could be used for good only to hold a far more greater consequences

being the only female amongst the founder members has always been difficult for you. you never settled for violence, mikey took you as you were strong and he liked strong people. however those wicked whispers and rumors such as "she's no use" or "she's just a show, she's never as strong as the other guys" left you really really mad.

as a result of this madness, you quit from toman and fled to another region, hoping to get away from mikey and his members also to avoid more conflicts that would jeopardize mikey's reputation.

you were sleeping that one night when there was a knock at your door. you jolted from your comfortable bed and peeked through the hole to see who it was, shocked to see a person with s dragon tattoo on his head. he seemed to be carrying a blonde girl in his arms while his face was stained with tears.

"draken? what the-"

"y/n could you please take care of emma for me?" excuse me, you haven't talked in a while and you were also confused as how he knows where you live. but draken looked very troubled so you took the girl in his arms and laid her down on the couch.

looking at draken, you asked for an explanation and he said they got into a fight with mikey's brother. one of them injured emma and the hospital was too far, emma already losing so much blood and struggling to stay conscious. draken couldn't stay for too long and had to bid goodbye to emma so he left after kissing her forehead.

you kept talking to emma so she won't lose conscious but her voice grew weaker which made you panic. the hospital was too far away, she won't make it. you stopped the bleeding on her head and wrapped the bandages that made her winced.

"im sorry y/n. the boys have been ignoring you for so long and only looked for you only for help"

"nonsense emma chan. im doing this for you, not for them"

"but y/n? i feel a bit dizzy can i sleep?"

"wait emma chan you can't you'll-"

"say draken, i love him" and emma closed her eyes while smiling. you shooked her body, that went cold. you hold her cheek but her smile dropped, her face now pale. you can't lose her, not like this.

you screamed at yourself and punched a nearby mirror because you just witnessed one of your childhood friend breathed out her last breath right in front of your eyes. and there was nothing you could do about it.

while you were crying, the blood from your knuckles and from the mirror strangely started to evaporate. it evaporated and became a circular motion on top of emma's head before the circular bumped into emma's head and woke her up.

"y/n? why are you crying?" you jumped. no, you flew. you wiped away the tears and snot and looked at emma's face that was not pale anymore, her lips a little bit chapped but either than that, she was fine. emma was fine.

"i fell asleep didn't i? sorry y/n i just- y/n?" you were wearing a sweater and rushed to go somewhere.

"emma chan, do you think you can wait here while i go find draken and mikey?"

"yes, i think i can"

"okay, there's a phone there just call me if there's anything wrong okay?"

"oh and y/n? please save them"

arriving at the place, you heard gunshots and frantically find who was shot. you saw a figure on the ground, no two figures. you also saw the rest of toman. pushing away your ego for ignoring them for the past years, you lunged towards the two almost dying people on the ground that held hands.

"y/n?" you heard mikey's voice from behind.

"draken, emma made it. she's at my home now, you might wanna see her. tell the others to go home, mikey. i can save these two"

"what? that's impossible y/n look they're not breathing anymore"

"shut up and who has a knife here? or anything i can cut myself with?"

one of them that had a red uniform lend you his pocket knife and you quickly slashed your hand, blood trickling.

"what the hell y/n?!"

"shut up mikey"

you trickled the blood on their shared blood on the ground and hoped maybe, maybe the same thing can happen again. that you could save someone again.

you pushed out more blood from your hand when you saw no effect and started to lose hope until there's that circular motion again. this time it was bigger and went through the arms that linked the two person. one second later, they breathed again and sat up.

"wait izana are you okay?"

"m'fine, the gunshot felt like it didn't pierced me at all. who are you? how did you do that? wait holy shit, could you do that again?"

the snow haired man asked you, with blood at the side of his lips. a man who was a big scar also gave you a confused look but you couldn't even answer any of them even if you wanted to. some people call you a miracle, some say it's a curse. some say it's a blessing, some say it's nothing but a burden for you. you too were unaware of how the magic consumed yourself bit by bit until one day, you were dying alone you couldn't do anything about it as you had spent all those magic for everyone else.

remembering the old days of how toman used to be happy but now mikey was lost and you couldn't bring him back. takemichi had a wedding but you knew, you won't be there to see him. takashi planned to design a dress for you but you're leaving soon. damn you thought, so much of that power that i couldn't revive myself.

closing your eyes, you left the world and your friends where their friendship crumbled and now? no one could bring anyone back.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x yn #tokyo revengers angst #sano mikey manjiro #draken tokyo revengers #ken ryuguji #sano emma #tokyo revengers mikey #mikey tokyo revengers #mikey x y/n #tokrev draken #draken angst

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Our Time To Bloom

Chapter 7: The Serch Bythol

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Summary: Two months after the war, the couple is more distant than ever. Kate accompanies her grandfather on a trip to Ireland, where her past and present will collide in unexpected ways. Charlie stays in Romania with a decision to make: will he follow her and uncover all unsaid things? Romance/Drama /Mystery

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Charlie Weasley/Kate Williams (hphm mc, original female character) established relationship

7th, July, 1998

Hours later, after dropping off Kate at the station, Charlie perched himself against a wooden fence at the dragon sanctuary. Lost in thought, he observed as Soule, an older Romanian Longhorn, stretched its wings in the air. The dragon flew in circles, pirouetting through the clouds with the bravest birds joining in its dance.

What a coward you have been, mate, not to join in. And what a fool! You wanted to go! You still do... Bernard has both great humour and profound wisdom, maybe he was the right person to talk to. If you want to talk... Simply trying to pronounce Fred’s name out loud makes your throat close up.

Soule walked past the Sun creating his silhouette in the wind for an instant.

A twinge in his knee made him hiss, and suddenly the smell of smoke invaded his nostrils.

‘It’s normal in the sanctuary,’ he reminded himself, but he couldn’t help but find himself on Hogwarts’ ground, lying on the stones and feeling that same smell.

He clung tightly to the fence, unable to move. The image of the man appearing out of the fire, distorted, only his silhouette visible when lit from behind, slipped into his mind without permission. He had hit him in the knee, fortunately, but at that moment, helpless on the ground, he knew the stranger would not miss a second time.

He struggled to steady his breathing and with difficulty set his sights on the mountains in the distance. He imagined waterfalls and rivers, crystal-clear lakes and the reflection of clouds in their waters, paths overlooking the valley, patches of flowering bushes.

He managed to shake off the vision of his near-death by trying to imagine himself flying, soaring through the skies on a dragon. With the wind in his face and breathing clean air, seeing the world disappearing and getting smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller...

“You’re making my dragons nervous...”

A light tap on the shoulder accompanied the voice, which was just enough to make Charlie flinch and turn away from Sonia, bringing his hand to his hip unconsciously reaching for his wand.

“Sorry.” She said with sincerity in her eyes before leaning against the fence.

Charlie brought his hand to his hair, briefly massaging his head and undoing the small ponytail he wore. He leaned back against the wood next to his group leader.

They both stood in silence for a while, just watching the sky. Charlie’s heart started beating normally again, and he was able to take a deep breath. Still, he brought his hand to his opposite arm and started stroking his inner elbow with his thumb.

“Nervous?” Sonia asked without looking at him. “The lists go out the day after tomorrow.” She added at the look she saw out of the corner of her eye.

“A little.”

“The grant is yours, I have no doubt. And Razvan’s too. You are both very capable.” She said with a small smile.

“We’ll see if the folks at Apuseni feel the same way.”

“I’m sure they will.”

Absently, Charlie continued to make circles on his skin.

“Cool tat,” Sonia commented, looking at the pale skin on his arm. “I haven’t seen it on you before.”

“Oh...” He pulled his hand away to reveal the symbol he wore inked in black. “We only got it done last year...”

Sonia raised her eyebrows.

“Kate and I.”

“Damn. That’s bold. I don’t think I could get matching tattoos with a boyfriend. It’s usually contraindicated.” She laughed, coaxing a small smile from Charlie.

“Yeah, well, they’re not permanent. The guy who did it to us can take them off, too.” It dawned on Charlie that this was the first time anyone had noticed the symbol he was wearing, and that no one but Kate knew of its existence. Not even Razvan.

He moved a little closer to her, extending his left arm so she could see better, and began to follow the lines with his pinky.

“It is, in theory, a Celtic symbol made of two Trinity knots flipped to the side and fused together.” He traced the intricate lines from the horizontally pointing tips to the central circle. “The three points of the knots represent the soul: mind, body and spirit, as well as the circle of life. The two knots maintain their individuality, but when intertwined, they create a perfect circle, symbolising the endless unity between two souls.” He recited as he had been told. He focused on the dragons again, less solemn, remembering with a smile the tale they were told when that man was tattooing Kate.

“It’s really just one interpretation, there’s no factual information about it that we know,” he chuckled" but we loved that story so much we adopted it as our own."

When Sonia didn’t comment on it, he kept going,

“It’s called a Serch Bythol. In Celtic Welsh language, serk means Love, and beeth-ohl means everlasting.”

“I wouldn’t have imagined in a million years that you two were corny as hell!” They shared a laugh at her teasing. Charlie was grateful that she took the weight out of his words.

“Oh, come on, be easy on me, boss, I’m opening my heart for you here.” He said half-joking.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” They chuckled again, watching as Soule landed on a tree. “I don’t suppose you got it one night completely smashed in some dude’s basemen…”

“No! Of course not!” He laughed.

“Right…”

“No, we…” he tapped it again absent-mindedly, “it was purely for practical reasons, I assure you.”

He stared at the black ink, praying for it to stay black.

“When the other is in danger, it glows red.”

A look of understanding erased the smirk on Sonia’s eyes. She avoided his stare, focusing on the landscape ahead.

“I always wondered how you knew… That you had to leave Romania that day.”

It scared me so much, the way it burned, he thought. I didn’t know where she was until I received her letter. It didn’t have an envelope or a seal. I couldn’t even recognise her handwriting.

He nodded.

A moment of silence passed between them and left Charlie contemplating his future, his plans. Seeing Soule come down from the sky to take a nap by the rocks made him realise he wasn't meant for anything else. This was the life he hoped for in his teens, and the life he wanted to cultivate. If not dragons, what else? But did it need to be in Romania?

These mountains were his dream since he was a child and he was comfortable here, perhaps too much. He wondered if leaving this place, this group of people he could now call friends would feel like a betrayal. To them and himself.

But then he thought of her.

She had worked as hard as him to get into St Mungo’s hospital as a mere apprentice. And she left for him. To follow him here. She got far as a healer in Bucharest’s hospital. And she left for a cause she believed in. She had been offered a position as a herbology teacher once. And she declined for the same reason.

Maybe it was time to return the favour.

Perhaps, after the Apuseni program, if he was chosen to go, it could be the last thing Romania could offer him and that dream he had as a child wasn’t the end of the line but the beginning.

Before the war, they hadn’t discussed much about their plans for a future away from this place, they both had secure positions, a home and they were content with that. He never dared to dream further from that.

Then the war happened, and they were forced to do things they never imagined they could be capable of. And that tranquil life they had shattered along with their possibilities.

Now that it was over, he thought, after everything that they went through, it was time for new dreams.

Kate was in the picture, he used to be sure of it. Now, he hoped.

“Sonia…”

“Hm?” She began putting on her fireproof gloves.

“May I get… some time off?”

The dragon tamer stared at him with an unreadable expression. She seemed to be registering his question as confusion appeared on her face.

“You shouldn’t. Not right before the program starts.”

“After that, it may be too late.” She kept silent and continued to secure her gear. “I think,” he insisted, “I could catch up later, I’m sure. I’m a fast learner. Two weeks tops.”

“Two weeks!”

“Sonia, please. I never take breaks, you know this. I never even quit when all of that happened,” he added, referring to the war. She sighed.

“I know. I just don’t want you to lose this opportunity.”

“I won’t.”

She thought for a moment and then clicked her tongue. “At least stay until the first day.”

“Of course!”

“Hey!”

Both dragonologists turned at the sound of Razvan’s voice, who flew towards them with a frown.

“Am I the only one who works around here or what? We’re supposed to start the scouting in three minutes!”

“Yes,” Sonia added with a nod towards Charlie, “let’s go.”

Muddy and sweaty, Charlie apparated in front of his house after an afternoon in the forest. He took off his boots before entering the cabin and made his way to the bathroom for a warm and much needed shower.

After cleaning himself, he stepped out of the bathtub in time to hear scratches on the other side of the door.

“Just wait a moment, Grimoire!”

Charlie imagined the condescending expression of Kate’s cat as it sat in their bedroom.

He opened the door with a towel around his hips just so the animal would stop the assault at the door.

“When Kate’s not here, you become an insufferable pain in the ass.” He accused, changing into a shirt and tracksuit bottoms. Grimoire mewled, clearly letting him know that the sentiment was mutual.

After satiating both appetites, Charlie left the cabin and, using a ladder, checked the rooftop for any sign of Whiskey.

He found the owl sound asleep in the small wooden house he had built for him. The redhead frowned and checked his watch. It was late.

While climbing down, he reminded himself that it meant nothing that Kate hadn’t sent a letter. She was probably having fun with her grandpa. Right?

“Yes. She arrived safe and sound.” He said to Grimoire as he entered again.

He made his way to the kitchen counters, hoping that the routine of putting a kettle on would calm his nerves. He instantly felt better as soon as the tea touched his lips, but the nervousness of what would he say to her and, most importantly, how would she react to seeing him there, remained.

Stopping the spiralling train of thought, he gasped.

Her birthday!

He used to be more thoughtful than that, he thought, but the stress of the war and going back to tons of work at the reserve had left him with no energy to think about presents.

The incorporation to the Apuseni program, if that ever happened, would leave him no time to search for something appropriate. He only had tomorrow to figure it out.

Against all odds and without warning, Grimoire jumped on the seat next to him and, tentatively, rested his head on Charlie’s thigh.

“I know,” he sighed, scratching behind the cat’s ear, “I miss her too. You’ll be fine here on your own? I guess you must. Razvan will come, you know him, to check on you.”

He paused, sipping his tea.

“I don’t even know where to start with her…”

He would get to… Cobh? But where exactly? And even if he found her, how would he manage to put in order the things he should say?

Eyeing the coffee table, he saw some random papers scattered around. With a flick of the wrist, a quill and inkwell floated towards him as he set the cup down. With a determined breath, he started writing.

My dearest,

I don’t know if I will have the courage to show you this letter. Maybe I’ll burn it after I’m finished, maybe I will hide it until I’m ready, or maybe I will be able to speak my mind to your face. You deserve as much, and so much more.

My heart stings every time I come home at night. I watch the lights on the tower where you hide from me and I feel as a failure for not being able to reach you. You’ve closed your mind, only to me? Do I hurt you so that you’ve kept your thoughts to yourself?

I talk to Razvan sometimes, about you and I, about what happened, about Fred if my voice doesn’t betray me. He listens, he tries, and I’m grateful to have found a little solace in his friendship, but he is not the person I burn to reconnect with again.

I miss my best friend, my companion.

Is it because I remind you of your own brother, Jacob, that you can’t find it in your heart to speak to me?

I hear you cry some nights. I know about your nightmares. Often I hold you, selfishly hoping you will wake and hug me back. I don’t know what haunts your dreams, I can imagine, but it feels strange in my stomach that you can’t trust me how you used to.

I guess I’ve been guilty of that too, but for different reasons. There is no one else I would trust with my life but you, but I’m afraid I’ve become a burden to you. I find it difficult to know where I stand, where the limits are, how I should act around you.

But I’ve learnt today, the hard way, after seeing you part from me for the umpteenth time and after observing the creatures that roam these mountains, that my approach has been completely off.

You are not a dragon. Never have been and never will. They come and go or they don’t, they can fly, spit fire, the most absolute chaos can burst in any second, destroying everything around them. To be on good terms with them again, you need to sit still and wait. Make yourself as little of a threat as possible.

But you, my love, you are a feline, and cats can sense when one is not confident enough to handle them. So they scurry away. A change of attitude it’s what’s needed or you’ll just see their tails as they leave the room.

All of this to say I hope you will forgive me.

Once I told you, as you lay in my arms, I whispered to you it would be only fair to follow where you lead.

And now I intend to keep my promise, because it was one, whether you know it or not.

Although I should have been quicker to say it,

I accept your offer, if you’ll have me, and I’ll reunite with you in Ireland if I manage to find where you are.

If after these weeks you still seek a life away from here without me, at least I’ll know that my last decision regarding you wasn’t a disappointment or one that I’ll regret.

But for all it’s worth, I want to start dreaming with you again.

With all the love I can possibly keep in my heart,

Charlie.

Before folding the letter, and with utmost care, he drew with his quill a Serch Bythol at the end of the page, hoping she would understand the meaning behind it.

His heart felt lighter, somehow, having put into words his intentions and motives and, he realised as he lifted the quill, that he hoped for her to read it. When the envelope was closed, he placed a kiss on it.

With Grimoire’s head resting on his thigh and a steaming cup in hand, he stared out of the window, watching the trees sway with the wind. He took a deep breath and enjoyed for the first time in months a quiet afternoon in solitude.

A/N. A short one but very much needed, if anyone still cares :) It’s hard writing these days

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