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𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆┊𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 ┊ 𝟏𝟗 ┊"𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫"

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update :)

hello !! i just wanted to pop in and say "IM STILL HERE" !! this week is my final week of college (still cant believe i finished my first year of college) and by next week (hopefully *fingers crossed*) the third chapter to my hidden series will be posted BUT not only that, i have a new story that i am very excited for you folks to read :) and YES it is another crossover hehehehe (i LOVE crossovers, theyre so fun) and nope i am not yet revea- its a hazbin hotel x gravity falls !! FUN.

bye bye everyone !! see you next week <3

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𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐒 (.𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭)

a kili durin love story

when a young princess meets a dwarf without a home— she becomes his home.

・❥・ 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬

The pale light of the moon illuminated the city of King’s Landing, a dense blanket of snow covering the cobbled streets, tattered rooftops, and darkened alleyways underneath the crisp, starry sky. It was on this cold night that the Realm’s Delight was giving birth to her third child.

Her piercing cries of agony blended with the howling wind, creating a ghostly wail that flooded the halls of the Red Keep. At long last, the Realm’s Delight held her newborn in her arms with a gentle grasp, a beautiful princess, born at the stroke of midnight amidst a raging white storm. The child was a beacon of hope, a shining addition to the Targaryen dynasty.

Rhaenyra smiled softly as her finger caressed the soft cheeks of her daughter. The slight movement triggered a bubbly laugh to pour out the young child and a gummy smile to appear upon her face. Her tiny hands chased after her mother’s finger, eager to hold it, causing Rhaenyra to chuckle lightly to herself.

It was indeed a heartwarming scene of a mother and her daughter.

Her daughter. The daughter she longed for her whole life. Her beautiful, precious Valaerys.

(𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅...)

a/n: hello friends! this is a snippet of yet another hotd x lotr (the hobbit) crossover :) i jus' wanted to give ya'll a little snippet of a short story i've been working on between paragraphs of 'hidden' chapter three and i hope you guys enjoyed it and is hooked enough to come back and read the rest once it is posted <3 also, for my oc, valaerys, i pictured princess yue from the 2010 live action avatar: the last airbender as her faceclaim.

comments and feedbacks are very much welcome and appreciated !!

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𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 (𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐕𝐄𝐑.)

a daemon targaryen love story

Every night, when the moon is full and bright, he dreams of the one he calls his light.

disclaimer: daemon is extremely ooc

𝘸𝘤: 723

・❥・

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Daemon Targaryen, the rogue prince of Westeros was far from pure. He was ruthless, stubborn, arrogant, and most of all, powerful. His blood was equivalent to a dragon, forged from the fiery pits of the seven hells. He was the deliverer of chaos and destruction, and no one was able to tame his savage inferno.

All until one; her.

She was the epitome of ethereal, a beauty so delicate, so pure in a way that she was too perfect for this world— too perfect for him. She was an angel forged of the purest light with hair as bright as the moon, skin as white as snow, and her eyes—

her eyes held magic.

Full of light, full of innocence, full of stars.

Starry eyes that had him hypnotized.

Starry eyes that made him stumble, but it was her smile that made him fall.

Starry eyes that had him vow to do anything in his power to keep their light kindle endlessly. 

She was a blessing from the gods. A wish upon a shooting star. If he could, he would tear the whole world apart just to rebuild it brick by brick to a standard he deemed worthy of her existence. Worthy of her light— worthy of his light; Celethiel.

・❥・

Daemon follows the elen wisps through a sprawling forest, letting them guide his way with their light to their keeper. The tall trees towered over him, reaching into the heavens. Their branches weave together a dense canopy, shrouding the forest in shadow and only letting strings of moonlight spill through the gaps, filling the forest with a soft light.

As Daemon enters the clearing, his violet eyes instantly fall upon Celethiel sitting on a stone bench under a white willow tree. She was clad purely in white, and her hair was long and bright; like a moonlight river cascading down her back, casting a glow around her like a magical veil. The sight of her beauty was utterly spellbinding and mesmerizing, and Daemon was enchanted.

“Why do you linger in the shadows, my prince?” Said the enchantress. Her voice was silvery and melodious, like the sound of a fine harp.

“I only linger in the shadows not to hide from you, but to admire the beauty you emit, ñuha ōños.” said Daemon. “For you are a treasure of all treasures worth worshiping.”

A musical chuckle was the response; short and breathy. It filled Daemon with excitement, making him wanting more; more of her sweet melody of a harmonious mixture of grace and elegance.

While his eyes were fixed on her; hers was on the moon, gazing at it with a distant look of tranquility and longing. Daemon envied its fortune, for it had become the object of affections of the one he loved the most. Desiring nothing more than to be in the moon’s place so he can feel the touch of her eyes upon his own face. He walks up to Celethiel, and slowly kneels on the ground in front of her. Gently, he takes her hands in his. His warmth instantly melts the chillness of the night as their fingers interlace together.

“My love?” He said softly, his voice almost a whisper.

“The moon...it's light shines brighter than ever before,” She said. “Mother must be happy.”

“I believe it is you that shines brighter, my love.” He said, his voice filled with tenderness and love. But her eyes have yet to stray away from the moon.

Daemon sighed, feeling defeated by the hold the moon had over his light. He slowly brings her hands up to his cheeks, wanting to feel the softness of her touch. Then his lips met with her smooth and delicate skin, and it felt as if he was kissing the finest silks in all of Arda.

“Celethiel…please…please look at me,” he spoke timidly. “kostilus.” 

Daemon Targaryen, a man known for his arrogance, had willingly turned his pride into sand. A man known for his steel strength is now bent by his passion. Upon his knees, he begs his beloved for her love. His whole world is consumed by the one he desires most; his light.

Then suddenly, as time seemingly to stand still, her gaze has finally met his. And for the first time that night, he saw the stars that graced the night sky.

(𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒅.)

a/n: a little story info, celethiel is a valar; daughter of manwë and varda. instead of varda being associated with the stars, she represents the moon. i really hope you guys enjoyed this, and I'm so sorry it's short. i just haven't been getting enough inspiration and motivation to develop a fixed plot. maybe one day i'll come back to add on to this story.

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𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

a potential daemon targaryen love story

full version

𝘸𝘤: 209

・❥・

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Daemon Targaryen, the rogue prince of Westeros was far from pure. He was ruthless, stubborn, arrogant, and most of all, powerful. His blood was equivalent to a dragon, forged from the fiery pits of the seven hells. He was the deliverer of chaos and destruction, and no one was able to tame his savage inferno.

All until one; her.

She was the epitome of ethereal, a beauty so delicate, so pure in a way that she was too perfect for this world— too perfect for him. She was an angel forged of the purest light with hair as bright as the moon, skin as white as snow, and her eyes—

her eyes held magic.

Full of light, full of innocence, full of stars.

Starry eyes that had him hypnotized.

Starry eyes that had him vow to do anything in his power to keep their light kindle endlessly. 

Starry eyes that made him stumble, but it was her smile that made him fall.

She was a blessing from the gods. A wish upon a shooting star. If he could, he would tear the whole world apart just to rebuild it brick by brick to a standard he deemed worthy of her existence. Worthy of her light— worthy of his light.

(𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅...?)

a/n: posting this because my aemond story is taking longer than expected ._. this is not my best work (because i dont have any) but i do love me some daemon, and surpriiiiiseee, this is another hotd x lotr crossover because i am obsess and unhinged. i do not know if i will be continuing this story (reason: this is a pretty old wip that i've been kind of avoiding for a while now and the writing is kinda yucky too) but we'll seeeeeee :)

update: guess who's posting the final version...(not me) jkjk, I will be in a few days haha, just gotta do some rewriting here and there and boom; signed, sealed, and delivered it's yours (to read ofc...pls dont steal my work, that is a big no no)

update: full version is posted!

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"It takes courage and conviction for a flower to bloom in the midst of fire, but when it does, it shines with a beauty that cannot be rivaled."

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𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 (.𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆)

an aemond targaryen love story

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵

𝘸𝘤: 671

parts: i

・❥・

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐠 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

Rain fell like an army of steel warriors as dark clouds began to fill the sky. It damaged the child's vision, her lungs burnt, and her limbs cried out to her to stop. But the voice in her head begged her to 'run, run, RUN.' So she kept running, dragging her mother's flimsy body through the dense forest. Blood fills her ears, making the torrential rain and her mother’s muffled groans blend into one long, whirring noise.

This however, caused her to not hear the beast’s heavy paws and crazed growls gaining momentum. 

But her mother did.

…

By the time The Stranger arrived the rain had ceased to an end. He was met with a gruesome and macabre scene; chunks of flesh splattered all over the forest floor, bathing in their own puddle of blood. The warg laid unrecognizable, the fractured branch still lodged in its head. He speculated there were at least fifteen stab wounds, maybe even twenty. The last blow was the most brutal; the stick went through the beast’s head and punctured the ground.

But yet, this wasn’t the soul he was searching for. 

His eyes wandered away from the warg and discovered a red trail. It traveled into a cave not far away, a snail could slither its way there in a span of two minutes. At the end, the trail transformed into a pool of blood surrounding a disfigured woman. Dead. Her face was savagely mauled by the beast. Stringed flesh dangled open, revealing throbbing globs of blood clots and her bare skull. The only thing recognizable was her half torn lips, to which you can see frayed stitches formerly sewn to keep her mouth shut. The rotting stench attracted a hoard of hungry flies eating away at the exposed meat and burrowing below to lay their eggs.

His gaze then traveled down, now noticing a little girl—the warg slayer. She had fallen asleep with her grief as she cradled her dead mother’s body in her arms. The Stranger felt a pull on his dormant heart, an inexplicable sense of pity towards the warg slayer. He was unsure of why he felt this way, as he had completely lost touch of humanity and became numb to the feeling of human emotions. And yet, this little girl stirred something deep within him, a part of his being that was stirring to life once again.

He approaches the mother’s body and reaches out to retrieve her soul, gently pulling it out of its still form and cradles it in his arms. Having collected many souls over the years, The Stranger pays no mind to most of them, merely just following his task, however, on very rare occasions he would come across a particular soul, one with a light that was too bright to be ignored, and this one was truly worthy of his attention. The soul glowed an ethereal light, its essence pure and untainted. As the light settled down, still emitting a soft glow, he was finally able to see the beauty that once inhabited the decimated body.

He observed the soul in his arms, it was truly unlike any he had seen before. Her features were lithe and graceful, yet sharp and angular. Her ears were pointed, and her skin fair and delicate. He knows of this race, but is not often exposed to them. The elves were magical beings. The first and eldest children of Ilúvatar, the fairest and wisest of all the earthly creations of Arda. Their souls were difficult and rare to collect, so he took it in a sense of respect and admiration, knowing that he had truly collected something precious.

He gave the warg slayer a final look, her expression was serene, too deep in slumber to notice her mother’s warmth had been taken away and was left with nothing but the shell of her body. So he left quietly and quickly with the soul in his arms, finally fulfilling his duty.

Maybe they’ll meet again, he thinks, but hopefully not soon.

(𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅...)

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘩𝘪, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 :) 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭. 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘥 𝘹 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 :) 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘩𝘢. 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦!