#ethari x reader

[runaankisser]

I prefer my fanfiction HUMAN MADE. YES THERES SPELLING MISTAKES YES THEY ARE OUT OF CHARACTER. I LIKE IT.

(No but seriously if anyone’s writing for Ethari or Runaan send me they account I’m dying🙏)

[local-crying-boy]

Hii! How are you?

I was wondering if you could write something for Ethari (tdp) with a male reader who struggles a lot with his mental health? (Depression and perhaps struggles with either an ed or sh. But if that’s too much for you then just depression!)

Ofc if you aren’t comfortable with writing this then please don’t ♡

🄴🅃🄷🄰🅁🄸

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ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙴𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚡 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚌!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚘𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍), 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚔 :)

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1.4𝚔

A/N: I'm happy to write stuff like this, thanks for the ask! Personally, I struggle with some similar stuff, so I'm completely fine writing this.

HOWEVER, if anyone if feeling like this, I do urge you to seek help from someone you trust or to, at least, talk to someone. Take it from someone who was convinced I could do it alone, please just reach out to a friend or family member if shit gets really tough, the weight on your shoulders gets a little more bearable when someone else knows what your going through.

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Everyday felt like it was getting a little harder to walk, you could usually push the feeling off to the side and ignore the growing ache that weighed you down, but you should have learnt by now that that weight would inevitably become unbearable.

You really did try your best to delay what was bound to happen, though. You didn't want to bare witness to the fall that would be your mood, and you didn't want to wonder when the next time you were going to feel okay was going to be. Hell, you might even end up feeling 'okay', you might just end up being less than worse, you might up just being less than 'decent' and that was going to have to be the best you could be just so you could function.

You did try, you really did your hardest to delay it, you wanted that to be known, even if it was just to yourself.

You knew you were going to find yourself laying in bed all day, eyes blurry with unshed tears, and bones too heavy to move. It was like you were stuck in your own little prison, a body that was too broken to move but nobody could see that that body was broken.

You found yourself staring at your ceiling for an hour to long, but it was enough to make you wonder how much time had really passed from when you first started staring at the blank nature of it.

You should get up, get something to eat or drink, but you couldn't find it in yourself to do even that. What was the point? You weren't going to get anything out of it, and you couldn't find the energy to get out of bed, let alone make yourself a meal. So, of course, you opted to stay where you were, comfortably wrapped up in your covers as you laid on your side, eyes deciding to stare at the blank wall instead of the blank ceiling. Riveting.

You didn’t know how much time passed, really only basing how long it felt from the last time you moved, which wasn’t very often. You didn’t care though because, really, what was the point? Why would you care? You weren’t doing anything, you weren’t bothering anyone with your sour mood, you weren’t getting in anyone’s way, you weren’t being a problem.

You were tucked away in your home, in your own corner of your home, comfortable.

“<<Reader>>?” You heard eventually, and you almost felt the way your heart sunk in your chest.

Ethari.

You sighed quietly, finding no energy to talk to him, and pulled your covers up higher, wishing you could just sink into them completely.

You heard his footsteps grow closer and closer, until you heard the slow creak of your door as he opened it. You practically felt the way he moved cautiously through your dark room, but you didn’t move. Perhaps if you didn’t move, he would think you were asleep and leave you be.

“<<Reader>>?” Nevermind.

When you moved the covers away you saw Ethari crouched down in front of your bed, just about level with where you head was laying. His expression softened when he saw your face, eyes clouded with concern and you wondered how bad you really looked.

“Are you unwell?” He asked carefully, a hand reaching out to rest on your forehead, trying to feel for a fever.

“No.” You muttered quietly, you knew better to lie to Ethari, even if it was a little white lie such as not feeling well (you used to think it was the best way to get people to stop questioning you, but Ethari had shown you wrong).

His hand found your hair, brushing away your locks and he exhaled slowly. He didn't say anything at first, attempting to keep a comforting presence for you while he sussed out what version of comfort you needed in this moment.

This was not the first time Ethari had seen you like this, and every time he was there for your darker moments he always had to alter the way he would come about whatever issue you were facing. Sometimes you needed a physical presence to ground you, sometimes you needed advice and someone to lean on so you could get out of slump, and sometimes you just needed someone to tell you it was going to be okay.

In truth, you didn't know what you needed this time, so you wondered how Ethari was going to end up being able to help you.

"Have you eaten?" He asked gently, his golden brown eyes unmoving from yours.

You didn't verbally respond, but you shook your head slowly.

He exhaled again, lips forming a tight line as his eyebrows knitted together. "I will make you something."

You shook your head, muttering something about 'not wanting anything' that Ethari could barely make out.

"Oh, <<Reader>>," He tutted faintly, but his tone was far from annoyed, "I know that you haven't eaten all day, let me make you something. You don't have to eat it all, but I do want you to take, at least, one bite."

“I won’t be able to argue, will I?” You asked, there was a hint of humour in your voice, but Ethari didn’t even spare you a smile.

“No.”

You let out a little groan and that, and Ethari didn’t waste anytime to go and get you something. He disappeared from your view, and you didn't try and crane your head to see through the doorway, you just stayed staring in front of you as if he was still crouched down in front of you.

You didn't count the minutes he was gone, but it felt like he took a while to come back to you. He returned with a little plate and buttered toast, it wasn't a lot but he knew you well enough to know that you weren't going to finish this, let alone start a bigger meal.

"Eat." He commanded, but there was very little sternness in his tone, as he held the plate out towards you.

You glanced down at the plate, then up at him, narrowed eyes meeting his before you slowly sat up in bed, hands braced behind you as your crossed your legs. You took the plate with a hand once you were settled again, plating it in your lap before you picked it up and took a single bite. When you looked up at Ethari, he looked happy enough, but motioned with his hand for you to keep going.

"You said one bite." You complained.

He chuckled faintly, nodding along. "I suppose I did, but now I am saying have two bites."

You shot him a glare and brought the toast to your mouth again, biting into it, but taking a smaller bite than before. He didn't argue for another one, and took the plate when you looked to be done with it, placing it on your bedside table just in case you would go back to it (even though he knew it was unlikely).

When he looked at you again, his gaze held that softness that made you want to cover yourself in your sheets again, you couldn't deal with the sympathetic looks the other Elves gave you.

"What?" You asked with a sigh.

"Have you...?" He trailed off, not wanting to say it aloud knowing that it was a touchy subject, so he just vaguely motioned with his hand towards your arms. "Recently?"

You huffed out, you weren't sure what would be worse: him asking outright if you had hurt yourself, or him just dancing around the topic. Maybe just both of them annoyed you.

"No, I haven't." You hissed out, but the look he gave you told you that he was far from convinced, you didn't help it with how rude your tone was, so you softened it. "I... thought about it, but I didn't. Promise."

Ethari sighed faintly, and his four fingered hand rested on your knee. "There is no need to promise, I can take your word for it."

There was a beat of silence, his eyes moved away from yours and he found somewhere else in your room to look t while you simply stared down at your lap. You felt like you should have said something, fill the silence with some sort of nonsense like you would any other day, but you fell short with conversation topics.

Ethari didn't mind, of course, he had seen you in all sorts of different moods and state and this was not the worse he had seen you, silence had nothing on him. He did not leave your side, however, even when the two of you were sat in silence for however long, he did not leave and made no indications of wanting to leave.

You didn't mind the company for once.

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Ethari Masterlist

Masterlist

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GODMODE

Being a demi god has its perks and cons. You were blessed with abilities no creature could ever posses. Honestly it made your head ache. You originally ran away from them so you could have a peaceful life away from all the dramatics they'd do at every family reunion.

And being the son of a god didn't make you feel any better as your father poked by every now and then trying to convince you to take over his domain so he could focus more on his godly duties when you know it's just a fancy word for "take over my domain so I can sleep around like a deadbeat dad".

You had atleast 12 siblings by now or more but you didn't care anymore. You had your very own family and swore to always be there for your child unlike your father. You were Fiercly loyal to them refusing to commit any infidelity as you'd never want to be a cheating piece of shit like him. You did feel pity for your step mother, sure she wasn't the kindest but she didn't deserve to be trapped with a bastard whose ego is higher than the heavens.

When you met your husbands you swore to treat them both well and love them all equally.Your powers allowed you to withstand enormous amounts of heat. You were able to swim in lava like water thanks to the fire resistance of your body. You had the ability to control and manipulate Magma. Which means you were able to make a giant monster and control it like a puppet although you never use it that much as it also drains alot of energy.

Speaking of energy, you didn't really need to eat much at all, since your able to get energy from sunlight or the Earth's core. It powers you up that you don't really need to eat for days or even months. It enables you to mold it into anything you want like dough, you also had a godmode which basically heats up parts of yourself or your body as a whole. In short your basically a walking heater.

When they first found out it took them by surprise but it was mostly interesting. Runaan wanted to know how your powers work. You found his curiosity adorable along with ethari. Speaking of ethari, he was delighted when he found out , I mean imagine your husband has the ability to turn into a lava God.Your abilities helped him in his work greatly, whenever he needs to heat something up, but the fire isnt hot enough all you have to do is heat up your hand and boom.

You also provide comfort whenever it was cold, especially in winter. What's most interesting though was your hair. It was lava, As much as rayla wanted to touch it and Even though you can't say no to her adorable puppy eyes, you didn't allow anyone to touch it. I mean it was lava! The last thing you want is one of them losing a finger or two.

You could also "turn off" the lava, as much as you enjoy it you couldn't risk destroying anything. Whenever the weather was cold and they were freezing you could emit warmth like a camp fire. With your powers you also had the ability to teleport using fire.One time it was growing so long and Runaan questioned on how you'd cut it, you demonstrated by simply heating up your hand and tada! It was cut.

It makes your life more convenient, if ever there are emergencies, all someone hadto dowas light a big enough fire and call your name and boom! You'd be there as fast as lightning.The Fam absolutely loves cuddling with you in winter, like I said your like a walking heater. Even with your powers not activated, you could still manipulate your body temperature to emit warmth whenever needed. And as a result you've basically become a teddy bear for them, not that your complaining, You adore it.

There was one time where you joined runaan for a mission and it was particularly cold, you both shared a tent and you noticed him shivering So you immediately encapsulate him in your arms while Manipulating your body temperature to emit enough warmth for him to stop shivering.

And when rayla became Cold from playing in the snow to much you simply embraced her for a minute before lightly scolding her for not wearing her coat.Or when ethari had to go to the market and the temperature dropped you hugged him for a minute or two to give his clothes some warmth so he won't be so cold.

You also made sure to heat up there clothes so it would be warm enough to last hours In the snow so they'd be comfortable..

[platinumrosetail]

I’m finishing up the dragon prince season 6 so I expect some requests please lol.

I’ll try to pick an idea for a fanfic it’ll most likely be a Aaravos x reader story, heck I might make two, one for Aaravos and another for a various book.

[black-dhalias]

Hi!! I absolutely love your writing✨✨

I was wondering if you’d write a Ethari x Reader (pronouns are she/her) x Runaan where it takes place in the time of the assassination of King Harrow.

Ethari and reader witnesses the assassins flowers sink one by one leading down to Rayla and Runaan.

Days later, it depends on how many days Runaan was in the dungeon before he got trapped in a coin. They witness Runaan’s flower sink and are of course struck by grief.

If it’s not a bother could you write days later after Runaan’s "death" the time where Callum and Rayla goes to their house.

Reader is reading a book while Ethari is crafting weapons and he witnesses Rayla from the reflection and you know what happens next.

If you don’t want to write this it’s completely fine! Once again, I love your writing!!✨🤍🌙

Floating Flowers

Poly!Runaan X Reader X Poly!Ethari

Warnings: angst, kinda sad ngl, mentions of death and some descriptions of violence

One does not love without sacrifice, and one does not truly want to take the risk unless they know it's worth it. With all that at stake, it does not make sense to ever really let someone in. To love, is to let your heart beat in time with another—with many, and in so few words, all of it can disappear.

In a blink.

In an instant.

Within a single breath.

All love causes is pain. You thought you knew the worst of it, felt the bitter edge of loss, but you were so wrong. You had it all figured out only a year ago. You had Runaan... A voice of reason and rock. You had Raela... In all her stubbornness and sweet personality. You have Ethari... As your warmth, and your light. You loved all three extensively, dove head first into the chasm of love—hopeful and invested. They gave you purpose and warmth, and that's all you ever wanted.

You thought the price of love was worth all the pain, but now as you fold your arms over your knotted up stomach. You could barely tear your eyes away from Runaan and Rayla prepare for the mission. The one to avenge all of Xadia, but it was not worth it to you. Nothing in all of the realms was worth the price of watching them walk out of this village.

Soon it would be just you and Ethari—you begged for a minute longer as Runaan's palm embraces your cheek, "Goodbye my love." The words taste acidic, another minute of him would never be enough. You'd plead for hour after hour, for every second was worth a thousand pleas.

While Runaan notes your rigid form, the distant look in your eyes—he knows that he cannot stay. "It is not good bye..." He whispers quietly, "I will always return to you both." Your lips press into that all too familiar line, shaking your head as you part from him completely.

Hating the distance, but knowing you must let him go.

"Do not make us promises you cannot keep." Your words are dark, striking cold fear into Ethari—the sensation of pain mirrors into him.

Hesitantly, Ethari embraces Runaan and Rayla throws herself into your arms. You told Runaan she was not ready, that you were not ready to let her go into a battle she may not return from.

She's the closest you ever came to a child, you are certain that she'll be the only child you ever have. All her life was spent under your careful gaze, and embraced tightly in your arms. Your cheek rests atop her hair, and even when your eyes mist over—you do not let yourself cry.

"I love you Rayla... All the way to the moon." You insisted she was more like you, more like Ethari, but Runaan was certain. And when he was certain, there was no reason to try to talk sense into him.

When you finally gather enough strength to look up at Runaan, Rayla at his side and Ethari's palm on the small of your back. Runaan gives a tight smile, one he only gives when he is not sure.

"I love you..." You don't know if you'd forgive yourself if he didn't hear it at least once more, you see the softness of his eyes. "Both of you, and we expect you home before 30 nights have passed."

Soon enough, they disappear and leave only floating flowers in their wake. No one moved from the fountain, too many souls rest upon the surface—hardly a ripple as the air catches deep in your throat.

When the day came to pass, the crowd was thick with anxiety without a word of comfort to be shared. No one could say anything at all. Ethari held you close, unable to stop the tightening of his grip as each flower sunk to rest on the bottom. The ripples were jarring, the water stirred with grief.

The cries were haunting, even when no one knew who would come next... The tears remained locked up. And with each sunken flower, you felt a wave of guilt and relief because you wished it to be anyone else. Until it was only them.

All you had was the hope that they had succeeded, and were already halfway home right now. It is all that you have left.

"Come to bed starlight." Ethari's sweet nickname sounded so soft, you could hardly enjoy the comfort, but it was there nonetheless. "I miss your warmth..." You tear your eyes rom the water, and stare into his. You wonder if he knows how much you adore him, how safe and welcoming his arms had become since they found you. "I miss sharing a bed..." You hardly slept since they left, leaving Ethari to an empty home most days. Ethari and Runaan had saved you all those years ago, brought you back from the edge of the universe—a startouch elf who could hardly bring themselves to love. To care.

"Just tonight..." You take his outstretched hand, his hope brought you optimism. Gave you hope. That meant something to you.

"I miss you too."

In the quiet and dark, you lay entangled in your husband—embraced tightly in the linens and his arms. The shadows crest through the window, a moonlit night, but you struggle to see through the light. Almost certain that there is—not evil, but nothing good coming your way.

Ethari's arms tighten around and bring you closer than before, chin nuzzled into your neck. His hair is soft against your arm, there is so much on your mind and sleep seems distant.

The way his eyes are shut so lightly, lashes brushing his cheeks and while not a smile—his face is not contorted with nightmares. To be honest, this is the first time since Runaan left that you've seen Ethari sleep so peacefully. While you could not bring yourself to sleep, you were never too far away as to not soothe away the nightmares when they came to him. He truly is the last testament of your sanity. As light as you can manage, you brush your thumb along the highest point of his cheek.

"If you wanted me awake, you should have just asked." Sleep clouds his visit, but he sees you so clearly against the sharp contrast of night. A vision of pure, unscathed—starlight.

He tilts his head up so that he is looking at you, a look of pure admiration. "Have I told you how beautiful you are, starlight?" You find it in yourself to smile.

"More often with every passing day." He returns your smile, Ethari always was the one who stood in awe of you even when you doubted yourself. Your good nature seemed to move in step with his own, but something about the stars that danced in your eyes—you often seemed otherworldly to him.

"Good, I will never allow you to forget." And you know that he's telling the truth, you believe every word. "They'll come home to us. I know they will." Yet you are not as sure, humans are too unforgivable. Too dangerous and unpredictable. You hate them, and fear what else they are capable of taking away from you.

Neither of you say another word, finding comfort in each other. Letting the comfort exist in this singular moment, tomorrow you will face more fear and anxiety. Tonight, you find peace in Ethari's arms.

"Hope for the both of us, my love. I can only hope it's enough."

Only when you watched Runaan's flower sink so suddenly, when the ripples began to shatter the surface of the water. Your entire world seemed to shatter with your reflection. It felt like the world was on fire, and completely still; all at once, you had little left. Stones burn your knees in scrapes as you cry out for him, even the slam of the door is not enough to rouse you from your torture.

The way Ethari saw you and then saw the flower in the bottom of the pool. The heave as he sees the sunken hope. It was always a fool's mission, but the sensation of your crying form within his own arms is enough to send him into tears. The way your hands grip him without remorse—screaming at the universe that they can't have them.

Runaan is gone.

It hits Ethari like the whole of Xadia was put directly on his shoulders, their husband is dead.

He's gone, and he isn't coming back.

Ethari attempted to focus on the task at hand, the tools and weapons atop his desk never seemed so far from him. It felt as though he was staring at a puzzle he was no longer capable of understanding, but he did his best to keep himself occupied when the silence of the house threatened to consume.

Is this grief? Or is this the new normal?

Where you used to find comfort in Ethari, he could only ever reach you when the books were far from your grasp. A cycle of three titles, meticulously memorizing each page because it reminded you of Runaan. The nights when you would stay up with Runaan when the nightmares were too much, and you would read to him until he lulled off to sleep.

Neither really said a word, silent and long days until the time came to crawl into bed. Only then, arms around each other and duvets tightly enveloping both forms—did the tears freely flow. Did the pain finally mount and the length of the universe seemed to weigh heavy on you both.

However, by the time morning breaks, the silence returns and the image of a sunken flower haunts your vision. Ethari closes his eyes, adjusting himself and returns his gaze to his work. Only something catches his eye, a glimpse—nothing short of a miracle, one that causes his expression to falter.

Rayla...

Unable to turn for a moment, he pauses before walking out the door. Knowing that she would follow, unable to break your heart anymore than it has been already.

"Rayla. Before you left, I told Runaan that you were to goodhearted for the work of an assassin. Y/N told him too." He pauses, glancing into the reflection once more. "So I know you did not betray them out of malice. But that doesn't matter. They're gone. He's gone. Because you abandoned them." His words are harsh, not loud, but there is a sharpness as he recalls your cries from the night before.

Even when she disappeared from the reflection, Ethari was already back inside of the home. You had not moved from your position, and for a moment, Ethari wishes you could have seen her. Known she was alright, even if she cannot come home.

He exhales deeply, gathering what he needs before leaving once more to find her. "This will only break the spell for a moment, but I couldn't bear to let you leave without seeing you one last time." Ethari had to know, to hear her out, and find some comfort in her words. "But I don't understand, Rayla. How could you abandon them?"

She looked the same, different and more worn in others, but he saw her as she was. "I failed them. it was my fault we were discovered, btu I didn't run away." She pauses. "Ethari, we found something. Callum, show him."

"Oh uh..." Ethari turns his attention to the human, smiling a little. "I'm Rayla's earthblood elf friend. Trees to meet you."

"Trees to meet you, too."

"Don't humor him. We found the dragon prince."

"The egg wasn't destroyed."

"And I knew that if we could get him home to his mother, there could be peace."

"It's a miracle. I can't believe it." Ethari's eyes darken, recalling the letter he received from Ibis not too long ago. "But, Rayla, you need to know. The Dragon Queen is dying. Since the death of her mate, she's fallen very ill."

"We have to get to her. It's the only way." Ethari pauses, as he watches Rayla's eyes trail to the home. "Where is Y/N? Can I see them?" Looking through the window to spot you, to catch your gaze.

Rayla is struck by confusion at your still form—you were never that still. Never so quiet. Her eyes wander the way you seem awake, locked in on the book and every so often she’d catch Ethari glance over with concern.

Ethari watches Rayla, as she looks at you—“When we met Y/N, they were deeply wounded by abandonment. Alone and on the cusp of giving up.” His eyes are sad, she notes how he casts you loving glances in between the concern. “Runaan is dead. You exiled. Something in them finally snapped.”

“Will they ever be the same?”

“No Rayla. I don’t think that they will, they might recover, but Y/N has faced great losses…More than most, it’s why they loved you so dear. Because you’ve lost a lot too.”

Ethari whistles: "You can ride faster than you can walk. I'll see a message to the Dragon Queen. If she knows her little one still lives, perhaps she'll hold on."

"Ethari, can I ever come home again?"

"I don't know." His eyes are sad, he knows the devastation you felt when the rumors spread. When the word shifted to call Rayla a betrayer and to ghost her. You fought against it, but soon even you could not fight the thought. Consider the possibility that there might have been some truth to the village's words. "It's a real moon opal..." He holds it out to her. "When I gave its match to Runaan, I told him, "My love will be with you even when the moon is not."

Rayla looks through the window once more and then back at Ethari: "Good bye, Rayla."

Ethari came into the home with a purpose as he gathered another arrow, preparing it to be fired and for the first time since, you looked up at him. Eyes wandering to the message, to the way he seemed certain.

Something in the way he moved, it reminded you of who he once was. "What are you doing?" He meets your eyes, seeing the whole universe fall together in a dance as you rise to your feet.

"I have found us hope." Still, even now, he is holding onto the hope that he can somehow fix this. Change the way things are and you trust him.

"Runaan, the last time I made you one of these, it carried a message of death. but this arrow will carry a message of life. Regina Draconis!" While you do not understand completely, you understand enough to know that Ethari is still fighting for you. Still fighting for your future, the one you will share together. And you trust him.

Long before you loved Ethari and Runaan, before the turn of the century—eons before written history began. There was you and your brother, Aarravos. It was all you knew, and it was all you thought you needed. Masters of the primal energies—the epitome of Star Touch Elf perfection. There was no beauty like yours, and no power that tasted as sweet as the power you possessed.

However, it was never enough for Aarravos and soon enough, you had lost him completely. Your entire existence seemed to erase itself with his loss, the universe seemed so much smaller. It seemed so much more void. No longer did stars shine for you, and soon enough, you saw only the darkness. A never ending abyss of despair, and confusion. You no longer knew what your purpose was beyond the world you were building with your brother. It meant nothing without someone to share the success with.

You lean into the darkness, you found comfort in the silence—perhaps comfort is the wrong word. You found silence in the darkness, your bottomless pit of despair was less violent and loud. Your wandering felt less aimless when you accepted the loneliness. You were not at peace, but the numbness felt bitterly better than the pain of loss.

The greatest of your sins was never looking for him, for you assumed he had simply left you to your misery. Had finally had enough, and so you left him to his adventures—you imagined he must have left you willingly, no one could against the power you wielded.

Seven centuries, long and painful blistering years, in that time you only heard whispers of your brothers antics. Until you heard nothing at all.

Soon enough the sadness no longer touched you, or perhaps you wore it proudly—you rarely missed the brother that had left you alone. If he cared, he would have taken you with him.

A crest of moonlight breaks over the treetops and reflects off the waterfalls, the crisp blue hue brings a soft smile to your lip. Knelt before the basin, you submerge your palms into the clear water and bring it to your lips. The water is not bitter or heavy with minerals, you finish what is in your palm and remove the canteen from your hip. Using one hand, you pinch the lid and the other you submerge the object and wait for the bubbles to stop.

Crack!, you stiffen—eyes flickering to the left side, someone or something is near. The forest has gone quiet, and it leaves you to think that it is a someone. You hum, shifting your leg out from under you and leaning onto it—knife on your hip, another on your chest and ankle. You cap the canteen and tie it off to your belt, swallowing as you place the final knot. Only to hear the rustling once more.

Trying your best not to move, to hush your body and heighten your senses—your fingers curl tightly around the blade, clutching onto it just as the pair of elves break the clearing. You turn quickly, drawing your weapon and posing it high—“If you’re here to start something, it’s probably best you leave.” Before, with Aarravos, you were the voice of reason—diplomatic and poise, but now it is different. It is just you. Their eyes widen significantly, as startled by you as you are by them.

One is smaller physically, but his hair is much longer—he seems more muscular, less lean. While the other seems to be just as imposing, but not physically—there is knowledge behind those eyes. He is the first one to speak, “You’re a Startouch elf.” You nod, posing your weapon higher. “Fascinating.”

However, when your weapon does not drop it is the other who steps protectively in front of the scholar—his expression less than kind. “Startouch or not, please drop your knife. We never meant you any harm.

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“We never looked back. It was just the three of us against all of Xadia.”

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The dragon prince bingo 2 (Closed)

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This is exclusively for The dragon prince (You can find the characters in the guidelines)

Horns Janai x Female!Reader

 Avatar AU+ Half elf  Aaravos x Half elf!Female!Reader 

 “My love will be with you even when the moon is not” + Soulmate Soren x Female!moon shadow elf!Reader

Love potion Aaravos x Gender neutral!Reader

“Why should I trust you?” “You shouldn’t” Aaravos x Gender neutral!Reader

Castle+Princess/prince!Reader+primal stone Soren x Tide bound elf!Female!Reader

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𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬...

𝒀/𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒎

𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠: 𝑼𝒏𝒌𝒐𝒘𝒏

𝑆𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠: 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒔

𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡: 𝑬𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊, 𝑹𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒂𝒏, 𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒔, 𝑰𝒃𝒊𝒔

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑨𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒀/𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝑺𝒐𝒍 𝑹𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒎. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒐𝒓 𝑬𝒍𝒇. 𝑺𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆. 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝑨𝒗𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒎 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆/𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆...

𝑬𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊

𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠: 𝑬𝒍𝒇/𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘

𝑆𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠: 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝑬𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡: 𝒀/𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒎

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑨 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝑹𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒂. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕...

𝑹𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒂𝒏

𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠: 𝑬𝒍𝒇/𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝑬𝒍𝒇

𝑆𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠: 𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒓, 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒅-𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒕, 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡: 𝒀/𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒎

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑨 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅. 𝑹𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕...

𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒔

𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠: 𝑬𝒍𝒇/ 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓-𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝑬𝒍𝒇/𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒔

𝑆𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠: 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒚

𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡: 𝒀/𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒎

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙-𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕...𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆'𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏...

𝑰𝒃𝒊𝒔

𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠: 𝑬𝒍𝒇/𝑺𝒌𝒚𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑬𝒍𝒇/𝑮𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅

𝑆𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑠: 𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡: 𝒀/𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒎

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑰𝒃𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏, 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌. 𝑰𝒃𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒌, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆...

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𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙤

𝑬𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑹𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 4 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕! 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒂'𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚...𝑩𝒚𝒆!

[runaankisser]

I am so drunk. And I love Runaan and Ethari. I text everyone saying I love Runaan and Ethari and I wish I was in dragon prince I want to marry them omt I so sad Runaan and Ethari