#oc/reader: Draga

[kit-williams]

Mer Anrir alt au

So this year @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan wrote a fic in their mer au involving Anrir and Draga and well I wanted to play along so This is set in their Living Waters AU, think of this as an explanation of how Draga became a mer. Link to their fic

CW: BLOOD, Death of characters, cannibalism? (Human eating mer flesh)

Tag List:

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @ms--lobotomy @nekotaetae

@sleepyfan-blog @remembrancer-of-heresy @felinisnoctis @solspina @the-californicationist

@beckyninja @superunkn0wn @bookandyarndragon @saintsylestine @c-u-c-koo-4-40k

Song Recommendation: Hold, Release; Rakshasa and Carcasses

His Draga was gone... taken from her place by those on land. His singing carried him far from the one named Claude, but that didn't matter as his beloved was missing. His voice running hoarse as he swam in the air looking for her.

The one who had been called Draga was back to being some fancy doll. A smile painted on her lips as the bruises painted her back. They were back to parading her around threatening to lock her away in some asylum if she dared act up at all. It was a mental lunacy... a social experiment… a special oppression... it was everything except what it actually was. The fancy food tasted like ash in her mouth. The scavenged food tasted better... she stepped out onto the balcony remembering Anrir bringing her food.

The mer frightened her as any mythical beast like that should. With the tales he told... the armor he wore… so many would be dead at his claws. Yet it seemed that all the ancient fish wanted was her attention. He wanted her love... her body, and she would give him it. Pearls that would be crushed in his jaws... intimate moments taken in hidden caves or even under bridges. Anrir wasn't picky. She swore that she heard his singing. That powerful voice on full display. "Anrir" she whispered.

His earfin twitched as he sliced through the water. He saw his Draga! He swam up below her. "Draga."

She leaned over slightly feeling her heart flutter at the sight of the skull mask looking up at her and those red ear fins poking out through his hair, his tail pulsed its lightening. She wanted to cry but she kept firm, holding out a hand to keep him below the railing. But oh how he kissed her finger tips. "Anrir... I'll be out later... to say goodbye." Was all she said pulling away and he watched her, tense as a man kissed her cheek.

She was ready to tell Anrir goodbye after the party ended but perhaps she was hoping... would he steal her away? She walked back onto the balcony and there he sat like a classical siren upon the rocks. He pulls the skull mask off his face as he holds his arms out. She was afraid of the powerful mer but she felt safe in his arms. "Anrir." she sobbed, holding him tight, his tail wrapping around her.

"Draga... My Draga. You were stolen away from me." He says into her hair

"My parents found me." she wept "They won't let me go. I suspect that this is going to be goodbye."

Anrir looked emotionless for a moment before grinning, grinning like a mad man. He held out his hand and in his palm rested a chunk of still bleeding flesh. "Eat of my flesh and drink of my blood Draga… strip away it all and become something more."

She stared at the chunk of flesh in his hand, seeing the place on his hip where he tore the flesh from. "Anrir..."

"Be mine forever." He purred, depositing the flesh into her palm. "Be free of these bindings. sing with me in the moonlight." 

She stared at it for a long time, before eating the raw bleeding flesh of Anrir. He started to shamelessly sing loudly, certainly the whole manor would know that there was a mar there. She could only hear him sing as the chair in front of the doors kept them closed, drowning out calls of her name. Blood ran down her chin as she looked up at Anrir as he held a bottle of seawater. It was poured over her head like some twisted baptism as pain became her world. Anrir sung along with her screams as flesh fused and bones shifted. 

Her eyes turned to the balcony doors as pain faded... what did you do? reaches her new ears and she laughs as Draga was finally free and something inside of her wanted blood.

Mother was the first to die to her new claws. The symphony of screams that follows Draga's rebirth into something new… something beautiful… human flash gave way so easily to her claws. Anrir’s manic singing as he followed her into the building killing anyone daring to try and harm his beloved. The night blurred as memories ran red from the trauma of a helpless little girl all to the loud powerful vocals of Anrir’s song.

Blood soaked kisses and her own manic laughter as she joined in the song, new vocal cords tried but she eventually got there… though she sang utter nonsense. The high of justice faded as bodies strewn about the home grew cold. She finally met a brother she didn’t know existed for the brief hours that she was the head of the family; she made sure he only had those she trusted with him. She left him with an Aunt that helped her until she had to hide even more from their now dead parents. 

But there was nothing left for her on land, as before the mornings light she was once more a missing person… singing in the deep with Anrir and within a year they would return to meet Claude but until then… she was enjoying her pure free.

[mymarvelimagines]

The Captive Dragon - Part 2

So Muspelheim is one of the 9 realms, it’s considered the Land of Fire. If you have any ideas on what you want to happen, send it to my inbox!! I’ll need some ideas for what happens!!

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You hum softly, watching from your position on the floor as King Nicholas Fury and The Avengers walk into the Great Hall.

Leonora stands up, sweeping her arms out wide, “Welcome, King Fury! I welcome you and yours to my home”

King Fury isn’t a large man, and even though he only has one eye, it seems like he can see right into your soul, “Thank you for agreeing to see me, Queen Leonora”

Leonora smirks, taking in the armor-clad knights, “The pleasure was all mine. Even after so many years it is a pleasure to show-off my pet”

“Ah yes, your pet dragon. Where is the beast anyway?”

“She is right here” Leonora yanks on your chain, causing you to fall forward onto your hands and knees at her feet. Immediately several of the Avengers reach for their weapons, Leonora only smirks. “Y/N, change”

She forces magic through you, making the transformation into a dragon agonizingly painful. Your scream morphs into a roar, your body grows to curl behind Leonora’s throne, your large head rearing high over the humans.

One of the knights step forward, and pulling off his helmet he gazes up at you, “An Antipodean Opaleye, one of the most beautiful dragons in existence. Hello, Dragon” the Knight bows, “I am Prince Thor of Asgard, it is an honor to meet Dragon Royalty.”

Leonora face goes red, “She is not the royalty that you should be greeting, Prince Thor”

“Of course, My Lady. It is an honor to meet the Queen of Muspelheim, Land of Fire” Thor bows low, and takes the Queen’s hand, pressing a kiss to it.

You lay your head onto the ground, quietly watching as everyone approaches the Queen and introduces themselves. Leonora jerks slightly when Lady Natasha kisses her hand, and when James Barnes, who has an enchanted metal arm, approaches her. Leonora looks like she is going to fain when Prince Anthony “Please call me Tony” of Stark steps out of his enchanted armor. When Sir Barton and Rodgers approach, they seem to be the most normal of the group. And then there is Sir Banner, who can turn into what Prince Anthony calls “A giant, green rage monster”.

“You have quite an interesting group of knights, King Fury. I wonder how you were able to acquire such an assortment of people.”

“When my kingdom needed heroes, they stepped up and fought. Unfortunately, my kingdom is in need again. Thanos has cast a curse on my land, and the only one who can undo it is Prince Thor’s brother Loki. The Avengers have been tasked with finding Loki and bringing him back to Midgard so he can undo this curse.”

“And why, pray tell, would that lead you here? I do not have extraordinary soldiers, or assassins in my ranks. Surely these Knights could find this sorcerer on their own” Leonora casually pulls on your collar, making it difficult to breath, “Unless there is something here that no other Kingdom can offer, let us say … a dragon”

Fury huffs and steps forward, “I would greatly appreciate it if we could continue this discussion in private. The Avengers are weary from their travels and would appreciate a place to rest.”

Leonora waves her hand and several servants step forward, “Take these Knights to the guest wing, makes sure that all of their needs are met, and let the chef know that we have guests. Y/N” This time she touches the gem around her neck and magic wraps around your mind, “Go back to your nest. You are not to leave it until I come for you.”

“Yes, my Queen”

“She can speak!” Thor immediately steps forward and open his mouth as is to engage you in a conversation. The last time a guest spoke to you, Leonora had you punished.

“Of course she can speak. My pet knows all of the languages of all of the lands, and I am the only one who speaks to her. You will do well to remember that, Prince.”

Thor bows, but he still doesn’t take his eyes off of you. “I apologize, these travels must have made me lose my manners. Perhaps after some rest I will be able to think clearly”

Leonora huffs and turns away from the prince, “Nicholas, I do believe that you wanted to speak with me in private?”

“Yes, Leonora. Lead the way”

As soon as Leonora steps away the chain that binds you to the throne dissolves into gold dust. You quickly slip back into your human form, tuning away from the Knights and servants to head back to the dungeon.

“Dragon! Wait!”

“I apologize for my departure, however I cannot disobey the queen. Please let me leave in peace”

Sir Steven Rogers places one hand on your shoulder, “I’m sorry for the way you are treated here. I knew a shifter growing up, you aren’t a common pet, you are meant to be free.”

You whip around, facing off against all of the Avengers, “I gave up my freedom in order to save my sister. If I hadn’t someone much younger than me would have been here to greet you. I live as a prisoner so she can fly free.” Letting out a soft growl you rake your fingers through your hair, “I have to go now. The queen will not be happy that I spoke to you”

Thor steps forward, his large frame seeming to dwarf Sir Rogers, “What will happen to you?”

“The queen will sentence a punishment. I have been subjected to many throughout the years, so I do not know which one. Now please, let me go”

“I am truly sorry that we are the cause of your future pain”

You give the Knights a sad smile, “There is nothing you could have done. I would have been punished for one transgression or another. Goodnight, Avengers. I hope you sleep well and I wish you luck on your journey.”

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After setting all of their belongings in their respective room and changing into more comfortable cloths, the Avengers gather in Steve’s room.

“You think Fury will get the queen bitch to let us take her dragon?”

Natasha punches Clint in the arm, “Don’t talk about her like that. It’s not like Y/N chose to be her dragon”

Clint waves off her words, “I was kinda hoping that Y/N would just toast her, Leonora would have deserved it”

Thor hums, clasping both Clint and Natasha’s shoulders, “Did you not see the necklace that Queen Leonora wore? And the collar that Y/N wore? Magic forces the dragon to submit to Leonora, it prevents Y/N from hurting her.”

Steve hums, sitting on the couch with Tony and Bruce, “Is there any way to get the collar off of her? Tony?”

“Bruce and I can’t remove the collar until the magic is removed”

Steve sighs, “I hate that she’s a prisoner here. We’re supposed to fight bullies, but here we are begging one for help”

Thor lets out a contemplative hum, “Perhaps when we find Loki he will be able to help us free her. My brother has always had a soft spot for dragon kind.”

“Maybe we can use her to convince Loki to undo the curse”

“That’s a possibility, Clint. Loki owes us nothing. If we try to convince him to help, he will most likely refuse” Steve sits back further into the couch, letting out a tired groan, “Right now though, I need some sleep. We call all talk about this again tomorrow, once Fury can give us some insight on how to handle Leonora”

“A fine idea, Steven. I do believe that I will take a walk before I retire, acquaint myself a little more with the castle”

Natasha chuckles, “You’re going to try and find, Y/N’s nest. Don’t lie to us”

“Yeah, Thor. Don’t lie to us. If you need any help, just shout. The Other Guy will hear you” Bruce stands up and quietly begins ushering everyone out of Steve’s room and into their own.

“I will do my best not to get into trouble, my friends”

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Finding a dragon’s nest is not supposed to be an easy job, however there are only so many places in a castle where a dragon can live. You hear someone coming down the steps to the platform. There is no tingle of magic letting you know that Leonora is near, and no one else dares to come down here.

“Dragon? Are you down here?”

You raise you head up so you are looking down on the platform, “Prince Thor?”

He gives you a blinding smile, “I knew that I would find you!” He looks around, taking in the damp walls, and the chilled air, “This is where she keeps you? Alone in the dark?”

“This is the only place away from everyone else … or so I’m told” You wings flutter slightly as you stand up, quietly changing form and landing on the platform. “Why are you here? Leonora ordered you not to talk to me”

Thor lets out a booming laugh, “Your queen has no right to order anything of me or my comrades.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling at his remark, “You did not answer my question, prince. Why have you sought out my nest? I have no eggs for you to take, or scales to give away, the queen takes all of them to make them into jewelry”

“Please, call me Thor”

“Then you will call me Y/N”

“Very well, Y/N. I cannot help but feel drawn to you. I cannot help but want to steal you away from here” he admits.

You sit down on the edge of the platform, letting your legs dangle over the edge. “I’d go with you if I could, in a heartbeat. I would rather trust a group of deadly strangers than stay here for one more day.”

“Let us leave then! We can escape into the night! Leonora holds no power over you if you cannot feel her magic”

You snort, “Do you think I haven’t thought of that? I tried, early in my captivity, to escape. This collar binds me to the life-force of whoever is wearing the Infinity stone around Leonora’s neck. That also means that it doesn’t matter how far I go, the magic will always have ahold of me. I don’t know who made this collar, but Leonora has no magic, she isn’t the one who controls me, that stone is.”

“I see”

“Yeah, it sucks, but such is life”

Thor finally sits next to you, “Do you miss it? Do you miss being free?”

“Yes, but I wouldn’t change what I did” You turn to look at the prince, “Would you have done this for your brother? Faced life-long imprisonment and torture in order to make sure that he was free?”

“I would, in an instant”

“Then you know what my decision was. Either let my little sister, only a hatchling, become a prisoner, or become one myself.” You take a deep breath and decide to change the topic, “How did you know that I was royalty?”

Thor chuckles, his blue eyes twinkling in the low light, “Only the royals have purple eyes. Did you know that you have a ring of purple around your iris even as a human?”

“You’re probably the first human to notice that. Then again even Leonora doesn’t get his close to me when I am a human. She is only ever interested in me when I am a dragon.”

“Her loss then. It is … refreshing … to speak to someone who is not concerned about my title.”

“I’m glad to be of service, Thor”

He reaches out, gently brushing your hair behind your ear, his large hand cupping your face with a tenderness that you haven’t felt in years, “I will do everything in my power to help you, Y/N. I swear on my kingdom that you I will free you.”

You lean into his hand, savoring the contact, “Don’t make promises that you can’t keep”

Thor’s thumb brushes along your cheek, “I always keep my promises, Y/N. Now,” he stands up, helping you to your feet, “it is time for us both to sleep. Hopefully tomorrow will bring good news to us both”

“I like your optimism”

He chuckles, “Goodnight, Y/N”

Steeling yourself you lean forward and press a gentle kiss to Thor’s cheek, “Goodnight, Thor”

Before he can say anything else you quickly shift back into a dragon and curl into your nest. Thor stands there for another minute before he slowly makes his way back up the stair. You can’t help but feel hope at the princes promise. Perhaps one day you will no longer be a captive dragon, perhaps one day you will finally be free.

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Part 3 ... ?

[pies-writes-and-more]

PIES’ FIC RECOMMENDATIONS FOR JUNE 2020

Click HERE for the amazing fics I read in May 2020!

NOTE: If you’ve got an incredible fic that you are super proud of or if you think that I should read something you’ve read, PLEASE SEND IT TO ME! I’m really big on StevexFem!Reader, BuckyxFem!Reader, WandaxFem!Reader, CarolxFem!Reader, and Stucky fics!!! (And of course any fics with gender neutral readers is ALWAYS welcome :) )

If you do end up reading these fics, please tag me if you reblog them or comment on them!! I’d love to see your guys’ reactions :)

PS. if these links dont work for some reason, please let me know so I can update this list because I was very distracted halfway through making this so it might not be perfect!

SPECIAL MENTION FIC/POEM RECOMMENDATION

Okay so I’m not doing this because I’m trying to give myself a shoutout however, @wxstedhexrt​ and I have been collaborating in a poetry inspired fanfic collection called Falling! Tis a BuckyxFem!Reader series and if I do say so myself, it’s fucking adorable. 

The real reason I’m mentioning it is because @wxstedhexrt​‘s poems are some of the most real and gorgeously written things I’ve ever met so please give them a look! 

She has this series on Achilles and Patroclus, this collection about the word Silver, gorgeous poems from last year (involving Icarus, Apollo, and Helen of Troy), and so many more!!! Check out the tag #poetry or #mywriting on her blog!!! Send her some love :)

ANYWAYS BACK TO THE FANFICS!

1. Homecoming by @scentedsongrebel | Steve Rogers x Desi!Reader “You bring Steve to Mumbai to meet your family“ Yall want some wonderful representation in your fic reading!!??? READ THIS ONE! It’s so fucking wholesome and I love the whole story line of Steve learning more about his partner’s culture so that he can impress her family. Fucking adorable. 100% fluff with a wonderfully diverse reader and author!!!!

2. Iced Tea by @kaunis-sielu | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader I don’t think there’s an official summary for this fic ( @kaunis-sielu pls correct me if I’m wrong) BUT LEMME TELL YALL. I AM A SUCKER FOR BIKER FICS. WE LOVE BIKER STEVE. This was 100% FLUFFY and we LOVE IT. Amazing job!!!!!!

3. let me show you by @moteldwelling | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader bucky gives reader a “redo” on her first time, and takes her virginity. Listen here people. This smut took my soul and dragged me to hell and back. I am a SUCKER for Bucky fics but this one like took my life away. We love a man who makes sure his lady is having a good time when being intimate with her!!!!! we stan a good boi. Anyways if I keep thinking about this fic, I’mma need to go shower so I’mma end this here. Go read for yourselves and then cry with me about why Bucky Barnes isn’t in our lives. 18+ readers only of course! 100% HOT. FUCKING. SMUT.

4. Under the Rainbow, Draga mea by @binkysteebnpewter | Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader Again, I don’t think there’s an official summary for this (pls correct me if I’m wrong @binkysteebnpewter) and YES, I KNOW i put this in my May recommendations but I finished reading the series in JUNE so it is HERE AGAIN and DESERVES to be HERE AGAIN BECAUSE WE LOVE FICS WITH 100% GAY SHIT AND LOVE <3 I am a fucking sucker for the love that Wanda and this Reader have together. If you’re not convinced, ask @wxstedhexrt how much I cried reading it lol. anyways an amazing series that I will continue to go back reading again and again because i LOVE wlw fics <3 

5. Oh no, that’s bad by @andyl394 | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader You’re a college student, you’re mad angry, Bucky ruins your paper, that’s not good is it? I read through this 20-part series like there was NO TOMORROW and god DAMN. We love hilarious social media AUs but this one really killed me. I always love Bucky who is soft and shy in fics but the Bucky in this fic was a LITTLE SHIT and i had so much ANGST. Anyways, if you read this fic, you may want to slap the characters BUT I PROMISE THERES AN ADORABLE HAPPY ENDING!!!! 100% INCREDIBLE

6. Home by @evanstush | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader It’s been 2 years since the last battle and it’s now Morgan’s 7th birthday, and well, Tony being Tony, he prepared a small party for her little girl, inviting everyone from the team, including you. So Kate decided to rip my heart out with this fic and have me on my knees sobbing so that’s cool. That’s it, that’s all I have to say. JK, this fic actually is like half and half FLUFF and ANGST but lord is it worth it. Kate, you know I adore you so much and your fics play a big part in why! God this girl deserves more love on these stories because holy shit I’m DEAD.

7. Baby Self by @honeyloverogers | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Alternative to Babies! Assemble, What if it was you that got turned into a baby instead? YALL WANT FUCKING FLUFF!?!?!?! 1000000000% FLUFFFFFFF AND CUTENESSSSSS (with like a little bit of a piece of shit lady who comes around but like its cool because a baby says fuck lol) THIS WAS A FIC WRITTEN LIKE NO OTHER. I LOVED IT SO MUCH. IT WAS SO PERFECT. Think of endgame and that moment when Scott turns into a baby??? Yeah now scratch that and think of Y/N if SHE turned into a baby and the avengers couldn’t figure out how to turn her back right away so now everyone has to take care of this baby HGOIDHFOISHFOISDHF the baby fever was so real in this fic ughhhhh <3 

8. Insecurities by @evanstush | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader You’re 7 months pregnant, and you can’t help be so insecure about some things. And here’s Kate again bringing me back to life with more wholesome fluff and a wholesome husband who loves his wife so fucking much and ugh i- i read this fic over and over sometimes and it just makes me realize how much i want this adhfoiasjdfoi <3 I aint pregnant but if I WAS i would want this steve to be comforting me ugh 103874203847% FLUFFFFFFF <3 

9. Requested fic (idk if it has a name??? sorry) by @donutloverxo | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Request: Hey, as for the headcanon requests how about Steve giving a lift to a girl in need when it's raining heavily or smth? I don't know where this idea came from 😅 Did yall need some confirmation that Sarah Rogers raised her son the fucking right way?!?!? WELL HERE YOU GO. THIS MANS OUT HERE BEING AN ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART <3 ugh we love wholesome drabbles really <3 amazing workkkkk!!!!!

10. Leather and Lace by @queen-kass-the-writer​ | Steve Rogers x AFuckingKickAssFem!OC :) Steve Rogers hardly expects anything to come out of a sleepy night at his new favorite dive bar until a pristinely dressed little lady saunters into the bar with a delicate smile but a wicked uppercut. Biker!Steve x Helena Alright so this is a little different than the above fics because THIS IS AN OC FIC :D now if any of yall know me I don’t tend to read OC fics HOWEVER Kass is INCREDIBLE at churning out fics. I had gave her an idea of a Biker Steve fic and like BAM she made it :O (seriously i don’t know how that is... to have an idea... and actually produce it?!??!) It’s a hilarious story of Biker Steve being head over heels Helena which is adorable (and a character named after me being Bucky’s shithead date lol hilarious) YALL BETTER READ THIS SHIT BECAUSE IT’S 100% WONDERFUL

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Okay so I know that this list is FAR shorter than my last recommendations list. I suckkkkked at reading fics this month lol. I’m definitely going to try and read more in July so here’s to hoping! Love you all a ton :D

[luna-redamancy]

The Decision Pt.2 {Azog x Reader}

Lovely title art made for me by: @xxno-wayxx​

Author’s note : I’m not too sure how I feel about this, but it happened. Apologies if Azog is too OC.

Warnings: A little bit of violence.

Part One

The tavern was filled with loud noise. Breaking of a plate, laughter, cheers accompanied with the sounds of clanking ale mugs. A migraine began to grow, causing you to rub your temples before wiping down the counter. “Rough night?” Draga questioned, propping his elbows on the bartop. “Long night.” You answered, throwing the rag in the bucket. “I’m just waiting on closing..” You sighed, stretching slightly to pop your back.

Draga gave a soft smile, nodding slightly in understanding. “Have you talked to your orc-admirer recently?” His smile grew, leaning in closer as if any gossip that would pass your lips would vanish before reaching his ears. Laughing softly you shook your head, filling another ale mug.

“No,the tavern has been so busy all I’ve done is sleep and work.” You responded with a sad shake of your head. Another crashing sound caught your attention, “What now?” You asked with a frustrated sigh. “Careful, your tavern is filled with brutes tonight.” Draga said with a sour expression, wincing as another crashing sound rang out in the tavern.

Azog watched you with concerned eyes as you walked past him, wooden club in your hand. “QUIET!” You shouted out, smacking the club on the table. The tavern grew silent, besides the two drunken orcs wrestling near your fire pit. “Gentlemen, if you don’t stop this instant, I’ll have you get thrown out.” You stated, holding the club over your shoulder.

The orcs laughed, “Like you could ever do anything.” The taller one responded, moving to wrestle with his partner again. “Enough.” Your voice was firm, unwavering, and full of authority as you grabbed the back of the orcs neck, ready to walk him out yourself as you saw your security taking their sweet time making it through the crowd. Before you even knew it, you were hit across the face.

The sting across your cheek made you wince as you raised a finger to your cheekbone. A smudge of blood left its mark on your finger. “Get him out of here.” You ordered, but before your security could grab the orc, Azog was up to his feet, holding the other orc up in the air, his pale fist covering his throat easily.

“You dare hurt my lady?” Azog growled, his eyes narrowed in anger as the orc thrashed around in his grip. “If you ever lay a finger on my beloved again, you will never see daylight again.” He threatened, no, promised. Azog didn’t wait for a response, instead he threw them at your security men and grabbed you bridal style. “Let’s go get that cleaned up.” He told you, carrying you out of the tavern and into the cool night.

At first you were confused, where was he going to take you? You should’ve felt scared, you hadn’t known him for very long, you didn’t even know simple things like where he was from. But you didn’t, instead, you felt safe and protected being pressed against his firm chest.

You didn’t realize you zoned out until you heard the clasp of your gate being redone causing you to look up and see the familiar setting of your small cottage. “Welcome to my house.” You said lightly, trying to lift the tense mood a bit, giving a small smile.

Moments later, you were sitting in your arm-chair, as Azog finished creating a fire. “Now, where are your medical supplies?” Azog asks, his piercing blue eyes now soft, holding love and care in them. “In the bathroom.” You responded, pointing down the hall, “In the left cabinet.”

Sighing softly, you leaned back into the chair as you closed your eyes, focusing your mind on the sound of the fire crackling. “This may sting.” Azog’s voice cut through your peace, causing you to jump slightly. “A-Alright…” You mumbled, opening your eyes slightly to catch his gaze. Cold liquid was pressed against your cheek, causing you to hiss, the sting on your cheek resurfacing like you were hit all over again. “I’m sorry, it’ll be over soon..” He cooed, rubbing your cheek softly.

You kept your eyes on him, taking advantage of him being this close to you to finally really look at Azog. Once he was finished and began to move away, you grabbed his hand. “Y-Y’know, I never got to thank you..” Azog looked at you confused, “For?” He grunted, your confidence now dwindling, “For the gift.. For helping me, you didn’t have to.” You explained, retracting your hand, and looking away to the fire.

Azog grabbed your hand this time, holding it gently. “I don’t need thanks, I did it because… I care about you, (Y/N).” You slowly turned your head back to him, “Then how about instead of a thanks, I give you a, gift perhaps?” You questioned, a small smile on your face as a confused look crossed over his pale face again. Taking advantage of his confusion, you leaned forward to press a kiss to his pale lips. Azog was stiff, not knowing how to respond, before slowly responding to your advances.

“I accept your courtship.” You muttered as the two of you parted lips, causing his eyes to widen and a smile to cross his face. Then he realized it, that was your courting gift to him. “I can’t carve wolves, or fight your enemies, but I’m told I do make a nice stew.” You said causing Azog to chuckle. “Just having you is enough, my little human.”

You made your decision, and you aren’t regretting it one bit.

[valleynix]

Bro 🤓 anon really said ur copying for having a similar concept- so much media has similar concepts, what matters is the execution. I’m so sorry you had to talk to such a brain dead person 😭😭😭

RIGHT??? i've been in different fandoms for YEARS and i have NEVER been upset or offended at reading similar concepts because they're literally never the exact same thing- you can give two different people the same prompt and you will have two different stories. that's just how humans work

not to mention how we're in the same fandom?? are you going to accuse every other author of copying for having any of the Dimis call their reader/oc "draga/draga mea"? are you going to accuse artists of copying who have ocs with wings that are servants of Miranda? LIKE MAKE IT MAKE SENSE LMAO

(what bothered me is how they tried so hard to say i "named" Reader "Draga". like... no. i only call them Reader or Little Bird, and i think i mentioned once that they would be named Crow if they were in RE8. do your research)

i find it hard to believe they'd read passed the first four chapters- like, cool, some things may be similar, but again, we are in the same fandom. you don't go accusing people who have maid ocs/readers of copying someone else, so like?

ANYWAYS LMAO, enough of that. i'm not really bothered by them (more annoyed), considering i've dealt with twelve year old trolls plenty of times before on tiktok, usually with better grammar and insults. but i love that y'all are smart and can actually critically think about these things <333

[mymarvelimagines]

The Captive Dragon - Part 1

Part 1!!!!

So italics mean that you are talking Mind-to-Mind. It’s something that you can only do in dragon form.

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There was an ancient legend, a story as old as time, of a brave prince who slayed the dragon to save the princess. This story is a little bit different than the one that you probably know. This story is one about a dragon enslaved by princess in order to save her family. Princess Leonora Draga, the only princess to ever capture one of your kind. You were brought out to entertain her and her guests, forced to raze villages in her name. You had no choice, you never did. You were forced to obey, all because of the dark magic the bends you to her will. Your only hope is that someone, someday will come and save you.

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You let out a roar, your wings fluttering behind you. Your little sister, bound, chained, and surrounded by knights lets out a little whimper. Scrambling into your human form, you lunge forward.

“Please! Let her go!!”

Letting out a chuckle Princess Leonora and her knights step forward, “And why would I do that? I’ve just caught a dragon; no way am I giving it up”

You let out a sob, running your fingers through your hair, “She’s just a hatchling! Please!”

Your sister lets out another pitiful cry as she strains against the magic chains that keep her on the ground. “If I’m going to release her, I’ll need something in return. Do you have anything to trade for your sister’s life?”

“My freedom”

The princess raised her eyebrows, “And why is your life worth letting her free? One dragon is the same as any other”

You growl, “I-I can breathe fire. A hatchling can’t breathe fire; she doesn’t have a human form either; she won’t be of any use to you!”

“I suppose you have a point, dragon. I will release her … after you bind yourself to me” Stepping forward you bare your throat to the Princess. She reaches into her saddlebag and pulls out a jewel encrusted collar, “Now, once I place this on you, you will be bound to me. Your magic will be bound to my commands, and your life to mine. You will not be able to disobey me, and I will be the only one able to remove this collar”

With a shudder, you nod, a single tear slipping down your face when the collar locks into place. You can feel your magic lock down, the only thing that you still have control over is your fire and your dragon form, everything else is gone. You can’t feel your family ties, and you can’t feel the elemental magic that flows through every dragon.

“Will you let her go now?” The princess waves her hand and the chains release your sister. She lets out a mournful roar, “Go back to mom and dad. Tell them what happened. Remember that I love you all, but you need to go”

She lets out another cry, but backs away when the knights raise their swords and spears. Leonora laughs at your tears, attaching an enchanted chain to your collar and starts dragging you away. “Come along, my dragon. It is time to start your training.”

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That was three years ago. Three years since you had been free, since you had felt your magic at its fullest.

“Y/N”

Your large wings flutter and you raise your long neck, placing it on the platform that Leonora is standing on. Being kept in the dark, dank dungeon, the only way in is to fly. There are no stairs leading down to where you sleep, only a set of stairs leading from the castle to the platform, the same one that Leonora is currently standing on.

“Yes, Princess?”

“It is Queen Leonora now. Mother has suffered an … untimely … demise. Anyway, I have need of you. Guests are coming and wish to see my dragon”

“Of course. How should I appear, human or dragon?”

“You will kneel by my feet as a human, and once they arrive I will have you shift”

You close your eyes and suppress a shudder, the forced transformations are always the most painful, but according to Leonora the pain makes her appear more powerful.

“As you wish. May I ask who I shall be entertaining?”

“You may. King Nicholas Fury and his Knights, The Avengers”

“Interesting choice of guests …”

You let out a shriek as pain lances through you, Leonora using the magic that binds you to her to hurt you.

“You will not speak out of turn when my guests arrive. The Avengers and King Fury have not been to my kingdom in many years. You will not ruin my chance to marry one of the Knights with your insolence.”

“Of course, Queen Leonora. I wouldn’t dream of embarrassing you”

She sniffs, “I can hear the sarcasm in your voice. It would do you well to remember what happened the last time you embarrassed me in front of a guest.”

You duck your head, letting out a soft mournful whine, laying your head down once again. “I’ll be good. I promise”

“Good. I expect you to be ready by tomorrow at sunrise.”

Nodding you wait until Leonora leaves before bringing your head back down to your nest. Hopefully tomorrow the Knights will be kind. Hopefully the Knights will be kind, and whatever they need from Leonora doesn’t upset her, you don’t know how much longer you can survive her wrath.

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Kneeling beside the throne wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but it was infinitely better than being chained up as a dragon.

“Your Majesty, the guests have just arrived at the gate”

Leonora grins, her eyes taking on a feral glint. She was on the hunt for a husband, and you had a feeling that she was going to try and trap them. Whoever the Queen sunk her claws into would soon end up just as much of a prisoner as you. You pity the poor soul.

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Part 2

[egrets-not-regrets]

Draga stolen and transformed to become something better and powerful and a creature who has the ability to always be at Anrir’s side. How romantic and quite the just revenge on her “family” who used and abused her.

Mer Anrir alt au

So this year @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan wrote a fic in their mer au involving Anrir and Draga and well I wanted to play along so This is set in their Living Waters AU, think of this as an explanation of how Draga became a mer. Link to their fic

CW: BLOOD, Death of characters, cannibalism? (Human eating mer flesh)

Tag List:

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @ms--lobotomy @nekotaetae

@sleepyfan-blog @remembrancer-of-heresy @felinisnoctis @solspina @the-californicationist

@beckyninja @superunkn0wn @bookandyarndragon @saintsylestine @c-u-c-koo-4-40k

Song Recommendation: Hold, Release; Rakshasa and Carcasses

His Draga was gone... taken from her place by those on land. His singing carried him far from the one named Claude, but that didn't matter as his beloved was missing. His voice running hoarse as he swam in the air looking for her.

The one who had been called Draga was back to being some fancy doll. A smile painted on her lips as the bruises painted her back. They were back to parading her around threatening to lock her away in some asylum if she dared act up at all. It was a mental lunacy... a social experiment… a special oppression... it was everything except what it actually was. The fancy food tasted like ash in her mouth. The scavenged food tasted better... she stepped out onto the balcony remembering Anrir bringing her food.

The mer frightened her as any mythical beast like that should. With the tales he told... the armor he wore… so many would be dead at his claws. Yet it seemed that all the ancient fish wanted was her attention. He wanted her love... her body, and she would give him it. Pearls that would be crushed in his jaws... intimate moments taken in hidden caves or even under bridges. Anrir wasn't picky. She swore that she heard his singing. That powerful voice on full display. "Anrir" she whispered.

His earfin twitched as he sliced through the water. He saw his Draga! He swam up below her. "Draga."

She leaned over slightly feeling her heart flutter at the sight of the skull mask looking up at her and those red ear fins poking out through his hair, his tail pulsed its lightening. She wanted to cry but she kept firm, holding out a hand to keep him below the railing. But oh how he kissed her finger tips. "Anrir... I'll be out later... to say goodbye." Was all she said pulling away and he watched her, tense as a man kissed her cheek.

She was ready to tell Anrir goodbye after the party ended but perhaps she was hoping... would he steal her away? She walked back onto the balcony and there he sat like a classical siren upon the rocks. He pulls the skull mask off his face as he holds his arms out. She was afraid of the powerful mer but she felt safe in his arms. "Anrir." she sobbed, holding him tight, his tail wrapping around her.

"Draga... My Draga. You were stolen away from me." He says into her hair

"My parents found me." she wept "They won't let me go. I suspect that this is going to be goodbye."

Anrir looked emotionless for a moment before grinning, grinning like a mad man. He held out his hand and in his palm rested a chunk of still bleeding flesh. "Eat of my flesh and drink of my blood Draga… strip away it all and become something more."

She stared at the chunk of flesh in his hand, seeing the place on his hip where he tore the flesh from. "Anrir..."

"Be mine forever." He purred, depositing the flesh into her palm. "Be free of these bindings. sing with me in the moonlight." 

She stared at it for a long time, before eating the raw bleeding flesh of Anrir. He started to shamelessly sing loudly, certainly the whole manor would know that there was a mar there. She could only hear him sing as the chair in front of the doors kept them closed, drowning out calls of her name. Blood ran down her chin as she looked up at Anrir as he held a bottle of seawater. It was poured over her head like some twisted baptism as pain became her world. Anrir sung along with her screams as flesh fused and bones shifted. 

Her eyes turned to the balcony doors as pain faded... what did you do? reaches her new ears and she laughs as Draga was finally free and something inside of her wanted blood.

Mother was the first to die to her new claws. The symphony of screams that follows Draga's rebirth into something new… something beautiful… human flash gave way so easily to her claws. Anrir’s manic singing as he followed her into the building killing anyone daring to try and harm his beloved. The night blurred as memories ran red from the trauma of a helpless little girl all to the loud powerful vocals of Anrir’s song.

Blood soaked kisses and her own manic laughter as she joined in the song, new vocal cords tried but she eventually got there… though she sang utter nonsense. The high of justice faded as bodies strewn about the home grew cold. She finally met a brother she didn’t know existed for the brief hours that she was the head of the family; she made sure he only had those she trusted with him. She left him with an Aunt that helped her until she had to hide even more from their now dead parents. 

But there was nothing left for her on land, as before the mornings light she was once more a missing person… singing in the deep with Anrir and within a year they would return to meet Claude but until then… she was enjoying her pure free.

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

Fuck yeah this still counts for Mermay and Holy Shiiiit this is BITCHIN!

Now Should I support Murder and Massacre?? Probably not but you push someone too far it's not really surprising what happens next.

And Anrir clearly loves her So SO much. And she loves her new life AND she spared some of the people who helped her.

They'll be traumatized but they Will have a better life without the toxic parents around.

And hey! Maybe someday Draga's brother and Aunt could visit her by the seaside...if they're not too afraid to do so.

Also kinda surprising Anrir manages to pull this off without catching hell from the alliance. He Did just help facilitate the murder of a whole bunch of baselines.

Mer Anrir alt au

So this year @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan wrote a fic in their mer au involving Anrir and Draga and well I wanted to play along so This is set in their Living Waters AU, think of this as an explanation of how Draga became a mer. Link to their fic

CW: BLOOD, Death of characters, cannibalism? (Human eating mer flesh)

Tag List:

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @ms--lobotomy @nekotaetae

@sleepyfan-blog @remembrancer-of-heresy @felinisnoctis @solspina @the-californicationist

@beckyninja @superunkn0wn @bookandyarndragon @saintsylestine @c-u-c-koo-4-40k

Song Recommendation: Hold, Release; Rakshasa and Carcasses

His Draga was gone... taken from her place by those on land. His singing carried him far from the one named Claude, but that didn't matter as his beloved was missing. His voice running hoarse as he swam in the air looking for her.

The one who had been called Draga was back to being some fancy doll. A smile painted on her lips as the bruises painted her back. They were back to parading her around threatening to lock her away in some asylum if she dared act up at all. It was a mental lunacy... a social experiment… a special oppression... it was everything except what it actually was. The fancy food tasted like ash in her mouth. The scavenged food tasted better... she stepped out onto the balcony remembering Anrir bringing her food.

The mer frightened her as any mythical beast like that should. With the tales he told... the armor he wore… so many would be dead at his claws. Yet it seemed that all the ancient fish wanted was her attention. He wanted her love... her body, and she would give him it. Pearls that would be crushed in his jaws... intimate moments taken in hidden caves or even under bridges. Anrir wasn't picky. She swore that she heard his singing. That powerful voice on full display. "Anrir" she whispered.

His earfin twitched as he sliced through the water. He saw his Draga! He swam up below her. "Draga."

She leaned over slightly feeling her heart flutter at the sight of the skull mask looking up at her and those red ear fins poking out through his hair, his tail pulsed its lightening. She wanted to cry but she kept firm, holding out a hand to keep him below the railing. But oh how he kissed her finger tips. "Anrir... I'll be out later... to say goodbye." Was all she said pulling away and he watched her, tense as a man kissed her cheek.

She was ready to tell Anrir goodbye after the party ended but perhaps she was hoping... would he steal her away? She walked back onto the balcony and there he sat like a classical siren upon the rocks. He pulls the skull mask off his face as he holds his arms out. She was afraid of the powerful mer but she felt safe in his arms. "Anrir." she sobbed, holding him tight, his tail wrapping around her.

"Draga... My Draga. You were stolen away from me." He says into her hair

"My parents found me." she wept "They won't let me go. I suspect that this is going to be goodbye."

Anrir looked emotionless for a moment before grinning, grinning like a mad man. He held out his hand and in his palm rested a chunk of still bleeding flesh. "Eat of my flesh and drink of my blood Draga… strip away it all and become something more."

She stared at the chunk of flesh in his hand, seeing the place on his hip where he tore the flesh from. "Anrir..."

"Be mine forever." He purred, depositing the flesh into her palm. "Be free of these bindings. sing with me in the moonlight." 

She stared at it for a long time, before eating the raw bleeding flesh of Anrir. He started to shamelessly sing loudly, certainly the whole manor would know that there was a mar there. She could only hear him sing as the chair in front of the doors kept them closed, drowning out calls of her name. Blood ran down her chin as she looked up at Anrir as he held a bottle of seawater. It was poured over her head like some twisted baptism as pain became her world. Anrir sung along with her screams as flesh fused and bones shifted. 

Her eyes turned to the balcony doors as pain faded... what did you do? reaches her new ears and she laughs as Draga was finally free and something inside of her wanted blood.

Mother was the first to die to her new claws. The symphony of screams that follows Draga's rebirth into something new… something beautiful… human flash gave way so easily to her claws. Anrir’s manic singing as he followed her into the building killing anyone daring to try and harm his beloved. The night blurred as memories ran red from the trauma of a helpless little girl all to the loud powerful vocals of Anrir’s song.

Blood soaked kisses and her own manic laughter as she joined in the song, new vocal cords tried but she eventually got there… though she sang utter nonsense. The high of justice faded as bodies strewn about the home grew cold. She finally met a brother she didn’t know existed for the brief hours that she was the head of the family; she made sure he only had those she trusted with him. She left him with an Aunt that helped her until she had to hide even more from their now dead parents. 

But there was nothing left for her on land, as before the mornings light she was once more a missing person… singing in the deep with Anrir and within a year they would return to meet Claude but until then… she was enjoying her pure free.