#mythic's drabbles

[froggyworlds]

FUCK YEAH IT'S FINALLY UP !!!!! labor of love and definitely just of love and not of mind control of evil intents whatsoever, its:

Basically, everything's fucked.

Adam's life - if you could even call it that - is a lie. Thatcher's life has been falling apart for the last seventeen years. So has Sarah's. Evelin's… okay, to be perfectly honest, Evelin's not doing too bad right now, but she did just get fired from the only job left in Mandela County. And, oh yeah, the apocalypse probably just started happening. Long story short, it's all going to shit.

So what other options do the survivors (fuck, are they the only survivors?) have left? Well, they can either stand alone and get picked off one by one, or… they can band together. And hope that maybe, somehow, just maybe, they stand even an inkling of a chance against the end of the world as we know it.

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happy catalyst day y'all, enjoy the nearly 7.8k of MYTHIC WRITING WOOHOO (can you tell I'm really really really excited to finally be posting this. because I am. oh my god I've been waiting for like. forever since I finished it but I was WAITING. for TODAY. specifically.) so anyways yeah have fun guys !!! as always, mind the warnings etc. but besides that KNOCK YOURSELVES OUT !! and I'll see you in the next post :)

[yandereworlds]

If each of the guys where mytical creatures what would they be?

I had a lot of fun with this question!

After a lot of thinking, I definitely think Demetrius would be a dragon hybrid

Dr. Laurence would be a vampire

Lukas would be a satyr

Dantae would be a werewolf

And lastly, Dae-Hyun would be a centaur!

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[the-likeable-wizard-mack]

Modern Monsters: Cultural Phenomenon's

Demons who find horror movies that have demons in them as comedy movies. Imagine a group of demonic teenagers who walk into a movie theater buying tickets to the latest scary movie having a laugh at it for their portrayal of demons.  

Elves who have influenced the fashion culture creating a new wave called Naturecore where it’s a mixture of the modern fashion and nature. 

New forms of American football for creatures above 6ft where they brawl out in a sort of rugby style with no padding but, a similar hype like American football. 

New forms of sports where wizards and magical beings fight for glory being a sport that’s passed down from the ancient times to today. 

Orc writers who have wrote books with sprawling action and amazing adventure breaking the best sellers list and stereotypes. 

Fairy and elven streamers who have charity streams every few weeks about saving the trees and forest for the land. They raise thousands of dollars for many “Save the Trees” type charities. 

Dwarves who somehow make beards fashionable by having rad styled beards. There is an avid fanbase for beards having a whole communities for them. There is community that happens to have a fair where human men and dwarves show off their beards. 

FOOD FAIRS. Large cities having cultural fairs where they have races of all sorts of background come around and share their cultures food. The Orcs stand is always busy and the Fae have to be careful when serving food to customers .  

Elves are closeted weebs. They love anime culture for some reason. 

[patchwork-crow-writes]

47 - A Mundane Fantasy

Do you suppose that darkners dream? Can we ever desire something beyond our divinely-ordained purpose?

Of late, I have harboured strange new thoughts, of a world completely alien to me, and yet at the same time oh so achingly familiar. There, I am no prince, no prophecised hero. The only dangers I might face are staying out past curfew, or forgetting to do my homework.

There is no magic here, to ease my way through the dark lonesome days. Everything is effortful, hard work without shortcuts. An unkempt bed beckons with a siren's song of comfort, sheets that smell like home... what I wouldn't give for just five more minutes! Cakes must be baked the hard way, and disaster looms around each corner, but oh, how much sweeter the reward at the end!

And when I am hurt, and the world feels dark and scary, there is a loving hand and a soothing voice to comfort me. And for every triumph, every tiny victory hard-won, that same voice raises me up and shares in my joy. A watchful and benevolent guardian who asks nothing from me, except that I eat my greens and stay out of trouble. Beneath their protective embrace I know I am safe to spread my wings.

Oh, and how incandescent the world can be, how gentle and warm the light's caress, as I am free to play without care, to be who I want to be! All my friends are by my side, and I am beholden to nothing and no-one - what untrammeled freedom! Who could possibly want for anything, in such a banal and blissful world?

...I don't know where such thoughts sprung from, but they sometimes make me sad, as though it were something I once had and lost. Tell me, is it so strange for one such as I to pretend - just for a moment - that he is just a normal boy in a normal world, surrounded on all sides with light and love...?

But that's just a silly fantasy... right?

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The Dark Menagerie No. 47

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[kaitcake1289]

me sending my mq themed school work to jessie ennis and HER RESPONDING!??? and liking it and wanting to read my annotations i literally love that woman!!!!

[demigod-of-the-agni]

Five sentence prompts, if you please, for #27: "You need some real food." Pavitr/anyone, dealer's choice. (Or you can do 616 Peter Parker if he makes you happier.) You know I like anyone in ye olde coffee bean gang though. 😌

“You need some real food,” Pavitr said, yanking the door to the restaurant open wider. He pulled Hari’s small frame closer until he was flush against him, his rain-soaked clothes already staining a bitter coldness along Pavitr’s skin.

“Meera’s probably helping her auntie in the kitchen,” Pavitr told Hari as he guided him to the front counter, “so you don’t have to worry about deciding what you need right away. Just take your time.”

Hari nodded as if relieved, pressing closer against Pavitr’s side and seemingly content with staying beside him.

Send in another prompt!

[reveurrer]

human x siren

She watched him crouch by the edge of the rocks with his hands clasped together. A stray tear made its way down his cheeks.

One of her hands rose to soothe the tear away, the other gently placed on top of his clasped hands.

His frame shook with a poorly concealed sob.

“Why did you have to lure me in,” he asked, his words barely there, “if only to throw me out again?”

“This is not my wish, my soul.” She allowed him to push her soaked hair behind her spiny, webbed ears. “But you must leave.”

Soul. When he had said her songs were soulful, she replied that they were only so because he gave her the soul to sing them. It was no surprise, really, that he fell for the smoke in her voice. It was, after all, the reason they had each other.

“But—” he jerked his head up to meet her eyes— “what if i made no attempt to join you? Will you then let me see you?”

His eyes were filled with hope.

She felt her face giving way to a small defeated smile. “If you do not attempt to join me in water, i will wish to climb these rocks to be with you. Is it not safer if you run while you can?”

She knew all too well how dangerous she was for him. A kiss leant into too far was all it would take for her to drag him down into the crystal clear water. A touch that lingered too long would be all it took for him to receive the same fate as the lifeless skulls that littered the bottom of the underground lake.

“Why?” His voice trembled with the force of one single word, and she felt something in her chest shatter. She was not supposed to have a heart, even.

“You know what I am, you know what I can do”

“I do not care.”

“I do.”

The hope in his eyes died.

“I suppose you can come into my humble cave to show me your poetry every once in a while.” She closed her eyes and smiled, too bitter to be considered a smile. “The human and the siren who committed the crime of falling in love.”

He got up to his feet. She rose from her resting position beneath a rock. She fished underneath the rock for a trinket, smiling to herself when she found it. She beckoned him closer, barely suppressing her fear that he might lean too close and fall in the water.

As he bent close, she pressed her charm into his palm. A crystal.

It glowed blue, as the rest of the ones in the cave did, but it was smaller. It did not have intricate patterns, as the others did, but the weight of it in his hands felt like home.

Like he was holding a part of his home in his hands.

He reached out to skim his fingers over the scales on her temple in gratitude.

Stealing one final glance at her, he turned back and started to find his way back to the cave entrance.

A step before he was out of sight, though, a beloved voice called out from behind.

“No goodbye kiss?”

[minteayoongimakesmewoozi]

listen. listen. arranged marriage au is in my drafts to be posted soon but rn i'm thinking of mythic au where some of the cast of fits are mythical creatures which means uhhhhh

kitsune!ayame

kyoujurou is also a kitsune, which is why he was so ready to take her in as an apprentice. kitsunes tend to lean towards using flames anyway so that just Made Sense

mainly i just like to think of ayame going feral with her fluffy ears and fangies and claws 😔

[abednadirsgf]

'Who are you meant to be?' Poppy asks, obvious confusion on her face as she scrunches her eyebrows together.

'Brad Bakshi from Monetization. Obviously.'

'No, like, who though? It's a costume party.' Poppy gives Brad another once over, blinking in utter deep confusion.

'Why do I need a costume? Pops, I'm a literal fucking vampire. What, you want me to wear a cape and hiss at you?' says Brad, waving one of his hands dismissively whilst the other chews on a candy eyeball.

'OHHHH... YEAH! YOU'RE A VAMPIRE! Sorry, I just, totally forgot ahaaa... Could you show your fangs again?'

Brad rolls his eyes. How clueless can his work partners be to forget he's a supernatural being? Might as well give them a show to remind them.

'Fine.' he huffs, before leaning down closer and giving Poppy the ugliest shit eating smirk he can, allowing her to watch as his canines elongate in front of her, watching as the daggers graze against the tongue that runs over them.

She let's out a gasp and pushes her glasses back up her nose.

'Happy now?' he drawls out, 'I need to go eat you know.'

'Eat as in, like, a human?' She inquires.

'No, a pig. Yes a human! All this talking is making me thirsty.' he mumbles before sulking back to his office to grab a bloodbag from the mini fridge he keeps under his desk.

[witherrosealliance]

Codex: Mythical Fjord, King of Mythland

One of the few rulers of Mythland to ever be excommunicated, King Fjord was a power-hungry man. He remained at war for two thirds of his rule, a period referred to as the Fjordan Wars.

King Fjord first decided to reestablish rule over some of the outer edges of Mythland, which had fallen out of strict accordance with Mythland’s laws. The locals did not take kindly to this, resulting in almost a year of civil war, the King successfully crushed all rebellion.

King Fjord, immediately after, set onto taking the Codland islands, expecting no formidable resistance.

However, the Codlands stood strong for two years, eventually receiving strong military help from Pixandria, their combined might allowing them to take the upper peninsula of Mythland. Before they could take more, King Fjord sent a team of diplomats to negotiate terms of surrender.

The area surrounding much of the Malacus Lakes, now known as Gilded Helianthia, had been practically bled dry during this long period of warring.

The area declared their secession from Mythland and demanded to be recognized as their own country, stopping all agricultural trade until this had been done. After months of negotiating and small skirmishes, Mythland relinquished the Malacus Lakes and recognized Gilded Helianthia as its own, separate country.

During these times, King Fjord had come into repeated conflict with both the Craftman’s Guild and the Merchant’s Guild, eventually banning the the latter from Mythland entirely.

His youngest child, Mythic Oleander attempted to assassinate him and was promptly executed. The Crown Princess Onyx took this opportunity to rally the nobility, even getting the support of the King’s Council.

With few allies and little power after exhausting his resources for his wars, the pressure forced King Fjord to step down from the throne and the Crown Princess was named Queen Onyx of Mythland.

By all reports, he died of natural causes on the edge of Mythland but a few months later. Queen Onyx successfully pushed for his Mythical status to be revoked shortly after his death.

- The Mythical Royal Line, a History, by Scholar Caph Mir, a professor at the Crystal Cliffs’ Academy, 1450 AF

[froggyworlds]

hihihi alternate Adam makes me physically sick in the best way possible so naturally I’m going to screech over @shmorp-mcdurgen’s amazing Mandela Prophet design all day long or whatever

tw for body horror, blood, and spiders!! or like. mention of spiders in comparison to the body horror basically. …good god

Sarah Heathcliff pushed her chair out from her desk, muttering a string of curses under her breath.

“What the fuck was that? Is he insane?! I swear to God, Murray, if this is some kind of elaborate prank-” The girl dragged a hand down her face, letting out a long, shaky sigh. Even as she said it, Sasha had a sinking feeling that that “memorial video” wasn’t a prank. If she was being completely honest, she understood almost exactly what it was, and no matter how much she tried to deny it, she knew she was going to have to go and check it out.

Curiosity killed the cat and now it’s going to kill me, too, she mused bitterly. If that absolute idiot got himself caught by an alternate-

Sarah didn’t let that train of thought continue. She was more than happy to kick an alternate’s ass tonight, all she needed was an excuse.

The BPS headquarters were eerily quiet when Sarah arrived, the darkness almost stifling, like something was pressing against her throat, making it hard to breathe.

Undeterred, the girl flicked on a light and immediately blinked the dots out of her vision, squinting down the hallway.

“Adam? You better be here, asshole.”

She was met with complete silence, the kind of choked, muffled silence that weighs heavy on the chest.

Balling her hands into fists to keep them from shaking, the girl cautiously made her way down the hall towards Adam’s room. The entrance to which unfortunately sat at just the right angle to block most of the light from the hallway, even with the door open.

“Adam,” she tried again. “Seriously, if you’re here, don’t be stupid and jump out at me. …I thought the cheap jumpscares were Jonah’s thing.”

Once again, nothing but the ringing in her ears.

Hold on. Was that the sound of floorboards creaking? The soft shifting of fabric? Was her brain making up sounds now, desperate for something straining against the quiet?

“I know you’re in there,” she hissed, only half-believing her words. “The joke’s over, you’re not scaring me.”

She stepped into his bedroom, reaching for the light switch.

“I think that’s where you’re wrong,” Adam’s voice hummed, mildly amused but with a rawness behind it, like he’d been screaming or crying earlier. Sarah jumped before reaching the switch, and the voice in the dark gave a dry chuckle. “You’re scared shitless.”

The girl squinted into Adam’s room, but could only barely make out a figure sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath, backing out of the room.

“You think I’m a doppelgänger, right, Sarah?” the voice offered. “That the Adam you know died not too long ago and I’m a cheap copy.”

She grit her teeth, suddenly wishing she’d brought her bat with her. It was lying in the main room, propped up against the couch. She wasn’t sure how fast this thing was, or if it could catch her if she ran now.

“I’m not, though!” It let out a strangled laugh, like there was something being forced down its throat, and it nearly gagged mid-chuckle. A blackened hand reached around the doorframe, and Sarah backed away even further, eyes wide.

The rest of the alternate revealed itself, crawling out into the hallway. It had eight spiderlike arms with elongated fingers and pitch black hands sprouting out of the back of its limp body, what would’ve been its main set of limbs (if it were a human and not an alternate) dangling almost entirely motionlessly at its sides.

It certainly looked like Adam if it weren’t for the extra arms, and Sarah noted in quiet horror that there seemed to be an entire set of hands dedicated to holding Adam’s head in place, covering his eyes and mouth. One of the appendages lowered, and when Adam’s mouth opened, small, black… legs, or something flicked out, as if tasting the air instead seeing.

“It’s worse than that!” Its head jerked to the side, slightly, and the hands tightened their grip for a moment. “I’ve always been an alternate. Can you believe it?”

Sarah’s mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. The thing that looked vaguely like Adam continued.

“This whole time, everything I knew was a fucking lie, Sarah. I’m one of the monsters we’ve been trying so hard to fight.”

“You’re lying,” Sarah finally managed to spit out.

“I wish I was.” The extra pair of arms (not the set holding Adam’s head or the massive pair that seemed to act as the creature’s legs) shrugged helplessly. One of its limp limbs twitched, but it paid the motion no mind. “Sarah, you have no idea how much I wish I was.”

The whole thing shuddered for a moment, and the hands covering Adam’s eyes pulled away slightly, revealing panicked blue irises. The strange black leg-mandible-things in his mouth momentarily retracted and his expression immediately twisted into one akin to absolute horror.

With a voice that sounded like he desperately needed to cough and clear his throat, the boy screamed.

“RUN!”

Sarah, acting on pure instinct and adrenaline, did as she was told, whirling around and making a dive for her bat. The alternate quickly righted itself, tightening its grip on Adam’s body once again. It didn’t say anything else, instead suddenly bursting into motion in pursuit.

Fucking shit, it was fast.

Sarah swung her bat in a wide arc, felt it connect with something, and spun on her heel to sprint away again. She slammed the door behind her, hoping that would give her at least another second longer, and scrambled into the BPS van, jamming her key in the ignition.

“Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit-”

The vehicle started up, and she punched the gas just before one of those black hands could smash through the window and drag her back out.

She swerved around a corner, barely missing the curb, in hopes of throwing it even further off. She was definitely speeding. It couldn’t run 70 miles an hour or however illegally fast she was going in a partially residential area, right?

For a good while she just sped along, pushing the engine to the max until she was sure the alternate was far, far behind her.

Hopefully.

Finally, the reality of the situation fully sunk in.

Adam’s an alternate. Adam Murray, acquaintance of two and a half years, is a fucking alternate.

The worst part was that it made sense. His detachment from other people, his weird apathy and fearlessness, the way his emotions always seemed to do a 180 out of nowhere… she almost felt stupid for not seeing it sooner, but who would expect their friend (friend? How well did she even know Adam, really? It wasn’t like she ever told him anything about her, either) to be a horrifying nightmare monster?

Unless it was lying. That was likely, too. It could’ve killed Adam, taken his appearance, done all the usual alternate-y things.

The painful tug on her heart told her that wasn’t the case.

“Who the hell am I gonna call for help?” she muttered to herself. Not the police. Did she have any other allies?

There was one person. Neither of them we’re going to like it, though.

Sarah started on route for the MandelaTech shop, hoping Evelin was still working there.

[fluff-writing]

Heartbeat

“Okay out with it. What do you want?” Rathma stared passively up at Malthael, who fidgeted with his hands. They weren’t bothering with their human guises, since they were in the protected upper floor of their flat. 

Rathma was curled comfortably in the living room, had been engrossed in a book about some of Sanctuary’s mysteries. It was amusing how many of them he knew the answers to. Despite this, he’d noticed immediately when Malthael started hovering about, pacing into the room, fussing with this and that, and pacing back out again. The first time could be attributed to restlessness. The next three times likely meant something else. 

Thus, his question.

“Well?” the nephalem prompted. 

“...Heartbeat.” Malthael mumbled. 

Oh. Not exactly what he’d been expecting, but the angel did go through bouts of curiosity regarding mortals. And their innards.

“What about them? I think the book on the cardiovascular system is around here somewhere.” 

More fidgeting, as though Malthael knew Rathma wouldn’t like whatever he wanted. This prompted him to close his book, keeping his place with a finger, and fix the angel with his full attention. 

“Not any heartbeat. Your heartbeat.” 

...Huh. 

“...First of all, it’s beats, plural. Two hearts, two beats.” Rathma corrected out of habit. “Second of all… What about it?”

“I want to hear it again.” The words came in a rush. 

Rathma blinked up at his roommate. “Come again?”

Malthael looked like he wanted to start pacing again, but decided not to when Rathma’s eyes narrowed. His wings rippled nervously instead. 

“I want to listen to your heartbeat.” he finally clarified. “Beats.” 

Rathma wasn’t too perturbed by this, but he was confused. He glanced down at his chest, as if he could see whatever had Malthael so interested. Nope, just his particularly comfortable shirt with the missing button. He really needed to mend that. 

“Why?” the nephalem eventually asked. 

“I found the sound…very soothing in the past.” Malthael tapped his fingers together awkwardly. “And I just want to hear it again.” 

In other words…something had upset the angel, and he was looking for reassurance. While they’d have to get to the bottom of the real issue at some point, there was certainly no harm in letting the angel listen to his heartbeats, particularly in order to help settle him down. Even if it was a rather bizarre request. 

Rathma rifled through the cushions for a bookmark, and set his book aside. 

“Alright then.” He simply said. Malthael lit up, and darted forward, making him suck in an alarmed breath. The angel practically collapsed on top of him, crowded up between his legs. 

It was just the slightest bit more intimate than what he’d had in mind. 

Despite this, he held still, stiff and awkward, as Malthael leaned his hood up against his breast. He waited for several moments while his angelic other half nuzzled at his ribs. It kinda tickled, and made him stop breathing. 

“Ah, you are slowing it down.”

“Oh.” Rathma let out the breath he’d been holding. 

“And now they’re speeding up again!” Malthael seemed quite delighted.

“Oxygen transfer.” Rathma told him automatically. “The heart sends blood that’s been enriched by oxygen from the lungs throughout the rest of the body.” 

“Fascinating.” Malthael spoke as though they hadn’t already been over this. With diagrams to boot. “What about the second heart?”

“It also pumps blood.”

“Yes but,” The angel began feeling around his stomach, and it took a lot of will not to squeak. That definitely tickled. “Why do you need two? You’ve never told me. Also, they are slowing down again.” 

“Remember,” Rathma’s voice came out a little strangled. “I used to have wings?”

“You still have wings.” 

“Flesh wings, and a tail.”

“Oh yes, you’ve mentioned this before. That is why your balance was already shot.” Malthael had located the second heart, just above his right hip. Admittedly, with all the limbs he’d lost, it was a tad redundant at this point. Still, Rathma was in no mood to remove the organ - that would require rewiring half his veins and arteries. Not worth it. 

“So the-” Rathma cut himself off with a cough when Malthael squished his side. “-The second heart was so that when I went fast and high enough on wings, my blood wouldn’t all get shifted to one half on my body.”

“Seems inefficient.” The angel idly commented. Rathma glared down at him, feeling the need to defend himself.

“It was very efficient actually.” He snootily told his flatmate. “I never had any issues with lightheadedness, even when I’d breached the mesosphere.”

“Oh, I meant the presence of blood at all.” Malthael corrected. “If you didn’t have it, you wouldn’t need to worry about it…shifting about.” He shuddered at the prospect. Mortal bodies still skeeved him out sometimes. 

“Yes, and I wouldn’t have a heartbeat for you to listen to.”

Malthael made a sound of protest, and leaned up against his ribs again. 

They stayed like that for a short while. Several times Rathma wanted to tell the angel to let him up, but the way he’d utterly relaxed against him kept him from shooing him off. Instead he tried meditating, and ignoring the may Malthael’s armor kept digging into his sternum. 

Exactly why his heartbeats soothed the angel this way, he was very curious about now.

~~~~

A heartbeat is the closest thing your average mortal has to an angelic rhythm...or song. Malthael discovered Rathma's back on the Moon at some point, and finds it strangely comforting. Possibly for some plot-related reasons hinted at here lol

Thus, when he's feeling particularly upset, he just goes and cuddles his emotional-support-necromancer, and invades the hell outta Rathma's personal space in the process.

Also I HC all my Rats with two hearts. Bcuz A: Why not, and B: Flying purposes

Not intended to be shippy, but can be read as such.

[the-likeable-wizard-mack]

So, I know MOST (Not all) urban fantasy stuff usually takes place in modern day or a sort of futuristic type of modern day equating to our world. However, I’ve been on a binge on watch old commercials from the 50′s, 60′s and 70′s and with how much I love alternate time lines and history I am really inspired to think about an urban fantasy setting in these time periods.  Imagine those old fashioned ads where instead of a human family it’s a family of vampires or other forms of adds with other species. 

[voidcat]

I’m holding an event once I hit 666

[keresthewitch]

Darkness engulfed his vision as the knight clambered through the huge cave, though his makeshift torch gave him a pitiful amount of light. This did not deter the leather clad man, he was *determined* to seek out the ancient dragon within this cave, these mountains. She was like a plague to his people, the king had sent countless soldiers to her den and they had never come home. As the knight drew closer to the beast he could feel his heart thrumming in his chest, the ominous sound of silence filling the cave. Then he heard it; *breathing*, it was no doubt the dragon.

The pitch black figure stood with a low snarl, wings open and stance wide in an intimidating display. The dragon had been through this countless times, as evident with all the skeletonized bodies wearing armor scattered about her cave. That never deterred anybody though, they always thought *they* would be the one to slay the mighty beast of the mountains.

“Dragon, the king has killed my family and everything I love. Will you help me?” The knight inquired, his iron sword sheathed at his side. He was anxious, making a request of an ancient beast. With one swipe of her paw she could end his existence then and there, or cook him alive with her fire breath; yet, she didn’t.

The dragon simply folded her wings against her sides, looking at the pathetic excuse for a knight with a skeptical look. “What shall I get in return for this favor?” The ancient beast hissed in reply, her ominous white eyes looking the human up and down.

This response caused the knight to falter. *What did he have to offer?*, he hadn’t come with the slightest indentation that she would want something in return. Plus, she was a literal freaking *dragon* what could she want that she doesn’t already have? “I…I do not have much. I can offer my treasures, my loyalty even.” The knight stammered, the fire of the torch flickering as he held it.

“Your loyalty, hm?” The dragon hummed, dipping her massive scaly head down to the puny human’s level. That response intrigued the ancient creature. Never in her thousands of years of life had anyone mentioned pledging their loyalty to her; all they ever offered was trivial things such as riches or food, nothing that quite appeased the dragon. Company was something new…something exciting. In the creature’s entire existence she had mostly been alone due to the population of dragons diminishing in the new world. “You intrigue me little thing, I accept these terms.” The beast stated, her voice a low rumble.

The knight could feel his heart nearly jump out of his chest as the dragon’s muzzle came down to his level, *Oh Gods! She’s going to eat me!* the man thought, his amber eyes squeezing shut. However, he never felt her sword like teeth pierce his soft flesh, all he felt was her breath nearly blow his figure down. “I…I thank you, great dragon.” The knight finally stammered out, fixing his brunette hair before dipping down in a bow in front of the creature.

“You may call me Azuthmir.” The dragon snorted in response, picking her head back up. Azuthmir proceeded out of the depths of her cave, making it to the entrance in only a few strides. With the sunlight now hitting her pitch black scales, iridescent dots almost like glitter covered the underside of her wings as she stretched them out and her tail fins. “Come, tiny creature.” The ancient beast stated, holding out a massive paw for the knight to climb onto. Her paw was nearly the size of a house due to her sheer size.

The knight followed quickly behind Azuthmir, revealing his own name to be Alaric though he wasn’t very sure the beast heard him through his breathless stammering. However, he came to a halt once he saw Azuthmir’s talons open; *Was she expecting to hold him?* Alaric thought. She could *easily* crush him, or even drop him! Yet, despite his better judgment the leather clad man dropped his torch and took hesitant steps forward until the dragon’s paw was wrapped around him, engulfing his body whole.

Azuthmir kept a snug grip on the pathetic being in her clutch as she effortlessly took to the skies, strong black wings carrying her muscular body in the air. The creature’s frame cast an intimidating shadow on the grounds below, yet it shrunk in size the higher she went. During the flight, Azuthmir made *sure* to keep her human safe in her talons, holding tight enough he wouldn’t fall yet not enough to accidentally squish him. It took a matter of mere minutes before the duo arrived at the bustling kingdom, the presence of the dragon seemingly enough to shush the townspeople, urging them inside. Yet the old foolish king was still in his courtyard, oblivious to the raging presence now landing in front of the castle.

“Bjorn!” Azuthmir boomed, a snarl rumbling from the depths of her throat as she gently placed her little companion high upon the roof of the castle. Then, with her paw now free the dragon stomped with the pitiful king between her claws, not yet crushed by her weight. “It is time to pay for all the hurt you've caused.” The female drawled, a malicious edge to her voice. “YOU ARE NO KING!” Azuthmir exclaimed, and in one swift motion the ancient beast moved her massive scaly head down, opening her jowls and snapping them shut around the king, swallowing him whole. The man left a bitter taste in her mouth, one that was sure to stay for long.

With that, the ancient beast took a claim over the kingdom inherently feeling it was *hers* along with the people residing in it. For too long she was dormant, hiding in the shadows. Nowm however, she was going to take what was hers. All these people, this town, the castle belonged to her. While most dragons hoarded riches and jewels, Azuthmir hoarded *people*; anyone daring to enter her kingdom became a part of that hoard. For thousands of years the beast was alone, but now? Now she wasn’t, and she *never* would be again.

[captain-joongz]

fanfiction recommendations/my favourite reads in 2023

♤ in pursuit of wedded bliss by @fantasyescapes17

regency au, each members has his own story, but they're interconnected

choi seungcheol

◇ push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) by @dontflailmenow

camboy!seungcheol, ex's best friend!seungcheol, enemies to lovers

♧ down bad (so so bad) by @lovelyhan

idol!seungcheol x pet sitter!reader

☆ always only you by @honeyhotteoks

brother's best friend!seungcheol, friends to lovers

♤ caught in a trap by @cheolism

brother's best friend to lovers au

kim mingyu

☆ a sheep in wolf's clothing by @rubyreduji

virgin!mingyu x experienced reader

♤ creep by @smileysuh

serial killer!ghost!mingyu, touch starved!mingyu, halloween fic

ot8

◇ skz drabble by @leviackermanscleaningbuddy

a/b/o, cnc, primal play

♧ sharing = caring by @cbini

bf!chan sharing you

☆ camcorder by @tasteracha

bf!minho x reader x chan, a little pervy chan

♤ five for five by @bh-archive

chan x hyunjin x hongjoong x san x juyeon x reader

◇ some things are better left unknown by @roseykat

chan x felix x reader, threesome

lee minho

♧ dilf!minho by @cinhomi

dilf!minho x baby sitter!reader, breeding kink, pregnancy talk

bang chan

☆ bad idea by @hyunsvngs

step dad!chan, getting together, infidelity

hwang hyunjin

♤ dressing down by @jl-micasea-fics

best friends to lovers, mutual pining

lee felix

◇ best friend felix by @ddyskz

best friends to lovers, fluffy smut

♧ felix + thigh riding by @straykeedz

☆ cockwarming by @dreaming-medium

coworkers au, secretary!felix, office sex

ot7

♤ shadows we trust by @remedyx

supernatural au, mystical creatures!bts, dark circus au

◇ masked miracles by @remedyx

hybrid!bts, detective!reader

♧ stay alive by @staytinyville

mythical creatures!bts, supernatural au

☆ trouvaille by @spookyserenades

hybrid!bts, witch!reader, supernatural au, some horror themes

♤ eternally theirs by @imnotlauriane

dragon!bts, soulmates au, knights au

◇ the lucky seven by @riphobisbraces

hybrid!bts, princess!human!reader

♤ emerald gem by @sweetlyskz

hybrid!bts, reader has a farm, strangers to lovers

♧ oh, little red by @jincherie

wolf!yoongi x reader x wolf!jimin, red riding hood au

min yoongi

☆ celestial ruin by @remedyx

fallen angel!yoongi x angel!reader, corruption arc

♤ fxck a fxckboy by @yoongifis

fuckboy!yoongi x smartass!reader

kim taehyung

◇ isn't that what brothers do? by @aris-ink

step brother!taehyung, forbidden romance, dub con

♧ black swan by @aris-ink

step dad!taehyung, manipulation, corruption, cheating

☆new flame by @gimmethatagustd

alpha!taehyung x omega!reader, heat sex

jeon jungkook

♤ family secrets by @aris-ink

step brother!jungkook, dry humping

◇ icarus by @aris-ink

step brother!jungkook, risky/sneaky sex

♧ close by @aft3rhrs

step brother!jungkook, forbidden romance

choi soobin

☆ let's play a game by @anyamaris

soobin x reader x yeosang (ateez), friends to lovers, primal play

♤ closed doors by @last-words-ofashootingstar

soobin x reader x hongjoong, idol au, obsessed!soobin

◇ super shy! by @fairyofshampgyu

shy virgin baker!soobin x experienced reader

♧ i &lt;3 nerds by @enha-cafe

nerdy!soobin secretly a sex god au

multiple members

☆ drippin' by @ncteez

'00 line x reader, friends to lovers, birthday orgy

♤ cookie jar by @neopuppy

step brothers!jeno and jaemin x reader, stuck in a dryer au

♧ sos by @neopuppy

a/b/o, sex pollen au, pollen induced heat/rut

lee jeno

☆ shameless by @neopuppy

step son!jeno x step mom!reader, infidelity, very dub con

♤ hand kink by @jaylaxies

roommates au, hand kink

lee mark

◇ i can help by @recklessmark

step dad!mark, corruption, manipulation, infidelity

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