MIZU

For example, the open projects that have been siting for months in my drafts:

Younger!Daryl Dixon x Plug!older!m!reader

Stranger things x m!reader p.2

Blind target p.4

Hermione ff (her going back to her past self)

Then there are also stories I would like to continue (someday):

Boy/Girl missing in time 2

(Maybe) The missing dragon 2

But, I also have some ideas for many fandoms, like:

Grown ups

Thirteen

Spider-man across the spider verse

Diary of a wimpy kid

Narnia

Cheaper by the dozen

Avatar

Fack ju Göhte

Shameless

Animal Kingdom

Akot7k

Türkisch für Änfänger

Ghosts (American version)

High Potential

Teach you a lesson / Get schooled

Squid game

Jurassic park new adventure

Souls (game)

Monster hunter 2

Link botw

The thing is, that some of those fandoms are so dead that I don’t know if anybody would be interested in reading them, well, the ideas. And some are German series/movies that I would translate into English..

I don’t even know when I would be able to write them. Tomorrow is my first day of work and I don’t even know how long I will be working…

Exhausted, they accepted their faith, falling with no end in sight. Only after countless minutes did the darkness vanish and a city appeared. But just as quickly, they were back in the darkness and seemed to fall into what looked like a border. In the distance, they saw a huge figure hunched over.

The next time they woke up, they instantly began violently coughing. Blood splattered from them as they looked around panicking, only to see trash all around them. Countless mountains of trash were around them, as much as the eye could catch.

Just out of their view, something moving caught their attention. Something alike to an animal began to run toward them as they tried to stand up. At the motion, others began to arise, also making their way toward them.

As they tried using their quirk, they realized they couldn’t. All their energy was drained and with their injuries they could barely hold themself on their feet.

Just as those things were about to reach them, those abnormal creatures were slammed away by some force. Their eyes fell shut by exhaustion before they could see who saved them, blood still dripping from their mouth. At last, with a thud they fell to the floor.

As they once again woke up, they realised they had a mask on. Panic filling them again as the memories came back, they tried to take off the mask, but a hand stopped them. Following the limb they widened their eyes. Before them stood a woman they recognized. Nana Shimura, a famous Japanese hero that went missing one day.

As they went to sit up, they groaned in pain. Their injuries were bandaged but not healed yet, and the adrenaline had vanished. The older woman ushered them to lay back down. Only then did they realize that she also had a mask on, even though they were in a room.

Nana made sure that they were calm before she started to explain everything. She explained what had happened and where they were. Apparently, people lived here, having for some time now. She herself wasn’t sure for how long humans have lived down there, but for at least around one hundred years.

The air on this ground wasn't good at all, especially for them two, since they were used to clean air. Through that, those trash-monsters came to live, with the trash that is being tossed from the people above.

There is a cleaner organisation that get rid of the beasts that attack the people with their Jinkis, or vital instruments. Those were objects that are important to one person and is good taken care off. And after some time, they can grow alive with the bond to their user.

After the explanation, Nana asked what they were doing down here. They hesitated for a moment, a lump forming in their throat, but forced the words out at last. Recalling how they were fighting against All for one after encountering him during a mission. How they were face-to-face in that fight.

They could still remember their father’s voice, Endeavor, in their earpiece, screaming at them to get away. But the man was able to land a fatal punch toward their abdomen, crunching their organs and bones. Through that punch they lost their focus, their quirk stopped working.

Black spots danced in their sight as One for all hand wrapped around their throat, flying them so fast through the air till they were over the great abyss. The last thing they were able to register before falling was the man’s voice.

“Have fun. Greet Nana from me.”

The air was tense after they finished telling. Casting a glance toward the woman they found her starring at her intertwined fingers, her face being blank- unreadable. Adverting their gaze, they instead inspected their hair.

Their hair, their weapon. They inherited their grandmothers quirk, almost. Instead of having lava hair, it would turn into fire. It was powerful, as everyone deemed it. But, at the same time they couldn’t stand it. Not only would it always ruin their clothes, burning it, their father made them train to no end.

They were glad that the fire couldn’t hurt them. As Enji Todoroki made them grow their hair out. He was very proud of their quirk; they were able to set things on fire, fly around or also levitate, and form things out of fire. That was something their father made them train every day.

Forcing them to imagine various people and form them into fire silhouettes and lastly making them fight each other. With each year they were able to grow their imagination and stamina to hold their creations.

But now, their hair was normal. Their energy hadn’t returned yet to activate their quirk, instead focusing on healing their body. Drifting through their mind, they remembered how their siblings were now alone. Especially their newly added member, Shoto. Just barely three years old while they were already at U.A.- a first year.

The noise of a chair being pushed back pulled them out of their memories. Nana had stood up, her face unfocused. “Stay here, I will get the nurse.” She breathed out before going away. After the door closed, did they look around the room. Several other beds stood side to side along the wall, all empty. A few pictures adored the walls.

Looking outside, they were slightly disturbed by the orange sky. Though, it made sense why it had this colour, based on what the woman told them.

Just then the door opened again, and not two but three people entered- Nana was amongst them. Beside her was a young girl, white toned with blond, almost grey, hair. She had a big, long skirt on, a hat on top her head. What was noticeable though, was the power cord around her neck.

The other person stood tall. His dark skin glistening under the light. His dreads pulled back in a ponytail. He didn’t have anything obvious on him that liked like a Jinki.

The older woman stepped forward pointing to each. “This is Eishia Stilza, our medic, and Arkha Colvus, the boss of the cleaner organisation.” Her words were slightly muffled by the mask. “Ms. Stilza will help your recovery as best as she can.”

Said girl nodded, her head lowered. She was too shy to look at them. As Nana saw that, she just chuckled. “Mr. Corvus and I will help you get settled down here. Corvus will help you with the things down here, and I will help you blend in with your quirk.”

She sends them a worried glance, particularly toward their hair. “We must come up with something good, since it isn’t every day down here to come across someone that has a quirk. Ideal would be hiding or cancelling it. Though… I have no one how.”

Mr. Corvus intertwined, an easy smile on his face. “Let’s think about this later. How about we get you all healthy again. Because, as long as you stay inside the building, nothing problematic should happen, if your quirk activates.”

Nana sighed and nodded. With her hand she motioned for Eishia to go to them. She plucked one end of the power cord into a power outlet, and the other end the took into her hands and approached them. Cautionary they followed her every move.

They didn’t move when she touched them with her instrument. Not even a second later they felt a rush of warmth rush through them. Like falling asleep next to a fire. It felt nice. All their pain washed away just like that. No sting where once an opened wound was.

Eishia sighed in relieve, even the two adults smiled at the result. However, the smell of smoke broke the atmosphere. They all directed their eyes toward the one on the bed, as they looked behind them. Because now that their injures are healed, the energy was used to activate their quirk again. Thus, the bedding and the clothes they were given began to burn.

They panicked looking toward the adults in help. And quickly the two came to help. Nana picked them up from the bed, being careful to avoid their hair while Corvus threw the on-flamed bedding on the floor to avoid it spreading.

The relief was massive when you got into Slytherin, knowing you didn‘t disappoint anyone from your family. So, you did what was expected, studying till no tomorrow, passing every class with flying colors. Acted like a noble member of the great black family.

Those three years went great, the professors were proud and nothing was wrong, until your younger brother enrolled in your fourth year. It was a scandal- he got into Gryffindor. To say that your parents were happy would have been the biggest lie.

Though, you were glad he did, because it was obvious how happy he seemed with his classmates from his house. Your relationship was… complicated from that point forward. Your parents tried to convince Dumbledore to switch Sirius into Slytherin, but didn‘t success.

So, they didn‘t want you to talk to him anymore. He, was a disappointment for the family, were their words. At the beginning you did try to distance yourself from him but just seeing him finally acting like a child made your heart soft.

With that, you came up with a plan. You began writing him letters. You know you couldn’t really talk to him in person, in fear of your cousin telling on you. At first, he was reluctant, but after some while he did start writing back. And so, it went on the whole year long. Sometimes you would help him in secret, like covering up his pranks from his friend group or helping him with his homework.

During the summer break, at home, it was hard, for all three of you. For Sirius it was the beginning of madness, your parents resented him for getting into Gryffindor. And sweet Regulus, they put the pressure on him to not turn out to be like his rebellious brother. What no one expected was for the dark lord to summon you.

That day you left with a mark on your arm. It was cruel of him, of your parents, and everyone. Through all this, you couldn’t stop asking yourself why your parents didn’t stop this, or why the Lord had chosen you. And if that wasn’t enough, you resented your parents for what they did next.

They proposed a marriage to an older boy from another noble family – Lucius Malfoy. At this point forward, your future was sealed. You had seen him many time in the castle, noticing his behavior, how he acted like he was above everyone.

The only good thing, in your opinion, was the letter from Hogwarts that announced that you were selected to be the prefect of Slytherin that following year. That meant you could hopefully lead your youngest brother safely through his first year.

And at the start of Regulu’s school year, your parents’ wishes came true, he got into Slytherin. The school year went peacefully, that was until an accident happened. That day was like any other. It was the beginning of April, and quite warm. Warm enough for students to be outside, but not to be swimming.

You were lying on the floor on a blanket, learning for your O.W.L.s. Beside you sat Regulus, reading something about Potions. Not far away sat other students also reading or learning. Some others were farther away, laughing and running around.

But, screaming stopped the cheerful air. Children were running past you toward the castle. Your brother stood up, looking for the cause of the panic, just like you did. And you didn’t have to search for too long, because a large animal was running toward the school, from the forbidden forest.

Out of instinct you pushed your brother behind you, urgently trying to get him to run toward the school. He hesitated as he watched you run toward the creature, getting other students to safety. Older students were also trying to hold it off as long until some Professor comes.

During the rush you got a glance from your other brother, also running away, with his friends. Relief washed over you just for a moment, to know that he is safe. That was a mistake, letting you guards down just for a moment. Because the next thing you knew, the thing was running directly at you.

Your wand was raised, but no spell came. In a state of shock, you couldn’t say anything, only watch with round eyes as it came near with every second. Just as it reached you, it vanished. Mid-second it was gone. The screaming also stopped, but that was only because no one was around but you.

Your eyes widened, gapping at the empty landscape around you. You were positive that you were still at Hogwarts – the castle being evidence enough. Still, this was not normal. Did you perhaps die, just not remembering how it ended? How you died?

Your mind spiraled, countless theories coming up. That was till a voice echoed across the land, stern and full of authority. Turning around you saw a man walking toward you. He had robes on and looked like a professor. But the thing is that you have never seen him before at Hogwarts.

“What are you doing here? You do know that you aren’t allowed to be outside.” He seemed oblivious to your round eyes, instead ushering you along the way to the castle. Sometimes he would steal glances toward the sky, as if searching for something.

Only when you entered the castle did he properly look at your uniform. “A Slytherin, huh? As expected,” He grunted. You know that you should be irritated by his comment, but now you have other matters to attend to. “I should just bring you to your head professor. No, even better, Professor Dumbledore.”

Without even being able to say anything in defense, you were led through the similar halls. Sometimes passing other students that you didn’t recognize. Even other professors that roamed through the castle, you didn’t see any familiar face.

Going up the stairs leading to the headmaster’s room, the feeling of being in the wrong place worsened. And you stopped in your steps as you came face to face with Professor Dumbledore. But it wasn’t the one you knew. This one was younger, at least a few decades.

Even when you covered your surprise as quickly as you could, it seemed like the older man took notice. With a smile he dismissed the man that was holding you, telling him that he would take care of the problem. The man seemed unsure, not even having the chance to explain the situation, but followed along the please.

“Now, I don’t think that I have seen you before, dear…?” He leaned forward, his fingers interlinked as he watched you like a hawk. His eyes were watching every move, twinkling with something like recognition. There was something unsettling about him – this young Dumbledore.

You only stated your first name, not trusting him enough to tell him your family name. Not while you were in those weird circumstances. The professor hummed once, nodding and leaning back. “It does seem weird that I haven’t seen you before, because you are wearing a Slytherin uniform. Plus, you do seem like someone that has been here for longer. Apologize for this old man for speaking so much, but I got to ask, what are you doing here?”

By the end his tone was ice cold as his gaze also became stone-hard. The room also suddenly felt colder. You couldn’t look away from him, his eyes pulling you toward him, as if looking into your mind. Mouth open, not a single word left your mouth. Even with everything running through your mind that has happened in the past hour, you couldn’t get it out of you.

You weren’t even sure if you could trust him.

The relief was massive when you got into Slytherin, knowing you didn‘t disappoint anyone from your family. So, you did what was expected, studying till no tomorrow, passing every class with flying colors. Acted like a noble member of the great black family.

Those three years went great, the professors were proud and nothing was wrong, until your younger brother enrolled in your fourth year. It was a scandal- he got into Gryffindor. To say that your parents were happy would have been the biggest lie.

Though, you were glad he did, because it was obvious how happy he seemed with his classmates from his house. Your relationship was… complicated from that point forward. Your parents tried to convince Dumbledore to switch Sirius into Slytherin, but didn‘t success.

So, they didn‘t want you to talk to him anymore. He, was a disappointment for the family, were their words. At the beginning you did try to distance yourself from him but just seeing him finally acting like a child made your heart soft.

With that, you came up with a plan. You began writing him letters. You know you couldn’t really talk to him in person, in fear of your cousin telling on you. At first, he was reluctant, but after some while he did start writing back. And so, it went on the whole year long. Sometimes you would help him in secret, like covering up his pranks from his friend group or helping him with his homework.

During the summer break, at home, it was hard, for all three of you. For Sirius it was the beginning of madness, your parents resented him for getting into Gryffindor. And sweet Regulus, they put the pressure on him to not turn out to be like his rebellious brother. What no one expected was for the dark lord to summon you.

That day you left with a mark on your arm. It was cruel of him, of your parents, and everyone. Through all this, you couldn’t stop asking yourself why your parents didn’t stop this, or why the Lord had chosen you. And if that wasn’t enough, you resented your parents for what they did next.

They proposed marriage to your youngest cousin, Narcissa. It was already hard enough that all your ancestors had some kind of incest going on for years, but now, you had to participate in it. You weren’t close to her, and she was a year older than you.

The only good thing, in your opinion, was the letter from Hogwarts that announced that you were selected to be the prefect of Slytherin that following year. That meant you could hopefully lead your youngest brother safely through his first year.

And at the start of Regulu’s school year, your parents’ wishes came true, he got into Slytherin. The school year went peacefully, that was until an accident happened. That day was like any other. It was the beginning of April, and quite warm. Warm enough for students to be outside, but not to be swimming.

You were lying on the floor on a blanket, learning for your O.W.L.s. Beside you sat Regulus, reading something about Potions. Not far away sat other students also reading or learning. Some others were farther away, laughing and running around.

But, screaming stopped the cheerful air. Children were running past you toward the castle. Your brother stood up, looking for the cause of the panic, just like you did. And you didn’t have to search for too long, because a large animal was running toward the school, from the forbidden forest.

Out of instinct you pushed your brother behind you, urgently trying to get him to run toward the school. He hesitated as he watched you run toward the creature, getting other students to safety. Older students were also trying to hold it off as long until some Professor comes.

During the rush you got a glance from your other brother, also running away, with his friends. Relief washed over you just for a moment, to know that he is safe. That was a mistake, letting you guards down just for a moment. Because the next thing you knew, the thing was running directly at you.

Your wand was raised, but no spell came. In a state of shock, you couldn’t say anything, only watch with round eyes as it came near with every second. Just as it reached you, it vanished. Mid-second it was gone. The screaming also stopped, but that was only because no one was around but you.

Your eyes widened, gapping at the empty landscape around you. You were positive that you were still at Hogwarts – the castle being evidence enough. Still, this was not normal. Did you perhaps die, just not remembering how it ended? How you died?

Your mind spiraled, countless theories coming up. That was till a voice echoed across the land, stern and full of authority. Turning around you saw a man walking toward you. He had robes on and looked like a professor. But the thing is that you have never seen him before at Hogwarts.

“What are you doing here? You do know that you aren’t allowed to be outside.” He seemed oblivious to your round eyes, instead ushering you along the way to the castle. Sometimes he would steal glances toward the sky, as if searching for something.

Only when you entered the castle did he properly look at your uniform. “A Slytherin, huh? As expected,” He grunted. You know that you should be irritated by his comment, but now you have other matters to attend to. “I should just bring you to your head professor. No, even better, Professor Dumbledore.”

Without even being able to say anything in defense, you were led through the similar halls. Sometimes passing other students that you didn’t recognize. Even other professors that roamed through the castle, you didn’t see any familiar face.

Going up the stairs leading to the headmaster’s room, the feeling of being in the wrong place worsened. And you stopped in your steps as you came face to face with Professor Dumbledore. But it wasn’t the one you knew. This one was younger, at least a few decades.

Even when you covered your surprise as quickly as you could, it seemed like the older man took notice. With a smile he dismissed the man that was holding you, telling him that he would take care of the problem. The man seemed unsure, not even having the chance to explain the situation, but followed along the please.

“Now, I don’t think that I have seen you before, dear…?” He leaned forward, his fingers interlinked as he watched you like a hawk. His eyes were watching every move, twinkling with something like recognition. There was something unsettling about him – this young Dumbledore.

You only stated your first name, not trusting him enough to tell him your family name. Not while you were in those weird circumstances. The professor hummed once, nodding and leaning back. “It does seem weird that I haven’t seen you before, because you are wearing a Slytherin uniform. Plus, you do seem like someone that has been here for longer. Apologize for this old man for speaking so much, but I got to ask, what are you doing here?”

By the end his tone was ice cold as his gaze also became stone-hard. The room also suddenly felt colder. You couldn’t look away from him, his eyes pulling you toward him, as if looking into your mind. Mouth open, not a single word left your mouth. Even with everything running through your mind that has happened in the past hour, you couldn’t get it out of you.

You weren’t even sure if you could trust him.

It was nothing special, nothing big, but still, it was everything at the same time for you two.

You two just simply wanted to get away from the city, from the people, from Merle. So, you decided to drive away. Not for a trip, but for a simple date you could call it.

It was on the whim, just packed your things and got into Daryl’s truck. The drive went on for two hours, only stopping when you reached the ocean coast. Well, you did stop once to get some pizza on the way there.

Arriving at your destination, you first admired the view. It was a contrast to the loud city with buildings always looming over you. Instead of the loud wails of sirens, all there was were the waves in the water.

Daryl came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, his face tucked in between your neck. "Maybe one day, we could move up here -- to the beach... y'know?" He murmered, his sight also on the water.

You hummed, thinking about it, It would actually be great. The only contrast would be that it is hard to live out in the middle of nowhere. You also knew how much Daryl actually loved his brother, even if he wouldnt admit it.

"What about hunting?" You turned to him, his arms now behind you. "Because if we did move out here, you couldnt go out hunting anymore. Only fishing." A smirk appeared on your face as you studied him.

He groaned, as he realized that you were right. His head dropped on your shoulder as his own shoulders dropped. "Didnt even think about it."

"Obviously." You smiled, landing a quick kiss on his neck. In response he shuddered in delight, slightly raising his head to look at you. „But, it wouldnt be such a bad idea.“ You hummed.

Laughing now, he raised you into the air and stammered backwards to the truck. Your stomach seemed to flip as you yourself laughed, smacking him on the head. „Let me down, you-“ Just before you could finish your sentence, he trew you onto the truck’s bed.

Luckily, it was adorned with some blanket that Daryl laid out there earlier, so the fall didn‘t hurt much.

With an 'uff' you landed there. The truck dipped for a moment as the man folled you, hovering above you. A smirk adorned his face, one itself growing on your face, mirroring his.

"What was this about?" You huffed, one hand slowly trailing up to his face. His eyes folled your movement before leaning into your palm with his cheek.

His gaze drifted back to your face. "What ya' mean?" He chuckled. Without warning he dropped his body, cruching you under him.

A mix of a groan and a breathless laugh escaped you. The air litteraly left your lungs for a moment. Immediately your arms tried to push him off.

"Get off me! I cant breath!"

Instead of following your request, Daryl snuggled up to you, his face hidden in the crock of your neck. A shudder overcame you as you felt him nibbling on your skin.

Knowing you wont get any answer, you gave up. Directing your eyes toward the sky, you watched the clouds passing. Though, your mind was only filled with him.

How lucky you are to be with him. With the man that was currently crushing you under him. Your Daryl Dixon.

Rain was pouring onto Y/n as they sat up on their dragon, Eclipse. His dark, slim figure flew over the battlefield, over the men stabbing each other with their swords. It was hard to tell who is from which side, with all the blood covering them. They were sent to help the people on their sister’s side, eliminating the people of the green side.

The only thing they could do was fly to the other side and burn the enemy’s reinforcement, which still stood there, waiting for a signal to storm forward. Some began trying to flee as they saw the creature coming near. Y/n let out a loud, ‘Dracarys‘ when they were close enough.

Eclipse opened his mouth, fire flying out. Men screamed as they were surrounded by the flames, melting their armour onto their skin. Just as they were about to shout another command, out of the corner of their sight, they saw a scorpion being positioned. Directly in their direction.

Immediately Y/n directed their dragon to fly up. They hoped that the men would not be able to see the, anymore if they both vanished in between the clouds. Reaching the thick clouds, they let out a shacking breath. They didn’t know how long they could stay there, the possibility of their dragon and the, dying by a bolt was terrifying.

After a few second Y/n began feeling weird. Dizziness suddenly started consuming their senses. Though, their eyes popped wide as even Eclipse began swaying. „sȳzorys, Eclipse!“ (calm, eclipse!), they shouted, hoping it would reach him.

Their panic grew as they little by little flew lower, Eclipse slowly losing strength. Words in high Valyrian bubbled out of their mouth as they tried to get him to regain his senses. The words stopped as they left the cover of the clouds. Even the creature seemed to regain his senses as he stayed in the air.

The field filled with men just moments prior was empty. Not a single human stood on the complete, now untouched, land. Y/n’s eyes swept over the ground while their brain tried to come up with a solution. Though, not a single idea came up. This wasn’t possible.

Y/n armoured hand came up to their face. With a big swing they slapped themself. Opening their eyes again and looking around they came to realization that this wasn’t a dream. The ting of pain spread in their cheek. So much that they felt a bit of blood spill from a cut on their lip.

Letting out another anxious breath, they commanded their dragon to begin flying. Y/n didn’t say where, but it seemed like Eclipse knew where the both of them should go. Their sight remained on the floor as they flew, noticing how terrified people reacted every time they saw the dragon in the air.

Soon, a coast came in sight, with it, the endless sight of water. Eclipse kept flying, and they let him. Y/n did have an idea now where he might be leading them. And they were correct when an island came in sight with a castle. It was Dragonstone. Hope bloomed at the thought of seeing their sister, of telling her what had happened. Of seeing their nephews again and their great-cousin Rhaenys.

After landing, they were practically running to and in the castle. Passing every corridor, they became slower with every corner they passed. Everything looked so… left behind. Even though there were no signs of any dusts or any spider webs, not a single soul was in sight.

With time, hope began to fade away. And as the doors to the council room were in front of them, they hesitated. Even as their hand lingered in mid-air, hesitation stopped them.

What if they weren’t in there? What would they do? What happened?

What if the people that they needed right now weren’t in there?

Closing their eyes and breathing in, they pushed the doors open. And what welcomed Y/n wasn’t what they had hoped for, it was silence. Nothing but silence — it was so loud. As they looked around, they couldn’t bring themselves to move. It was like their body turned to stone. Only after what felled like hours did they take a step forward.

„Rhaenyra?“ Not louder than a whisper was Y/n’s voice. Nothing. Only silence responded. Once again, they tried to call out for their sister, and once again they were met with nothing. Desperate, Y/n turned around and fled the room, running down the familiar halls, calling out name after name. Their sister, uncle, nephews, great cousin, anyone.

Checking every room they came across, tears threatened to fall. The build-up confusion and frustration of finding no one boiling over - being too much. And then, they did. Without stopping they fell down their face, drawing a path of wetness. Y/n succumbed to the floor, knees giving up. Trying to wipe away the tears, breathing became harder. It felt like their lungs were collapsing with how much they sobbed. They remembered how sad their sister was when their father died. How everything began to collapse and a war began. Since then, they couldn’t sleep in peace, fearful that they might get betrayed by the people that came along to Dragonstone. Just like what happened to their nephew, Jaehaerys. The boy’s dead still plagued them like their shadow. Not to mention their other nephew, Lucerys. Killed by his own family. Both too young to die.

A loud roar tear them from their thoughts. Their eyes swept to a window, seeing the darkened sky outside. Like a spell it caused them to collect their mind again. Only one possible solution came to them in mind. One that made somewhat sense. Either Rhaenyra has successfully overthrown the enemy. Or the green team has defeated the black side. They threaten the thought of Alicent killing their sister, but they couldn’t push the idea away.

They tried to ignore why everything was so strange after feeling dizzy in the sky, dismissing it as not receding that much air that way up in the sky.

Gathering their strength, Y/n pushed themselves to their feet again and ran down the halls, toward their awaiting dragon. They had to see what happened, to what happened to their family. With that goal in mind, Eclipse began to fly away from the island as they reached him. Away from the castle where once was their family, filled with warmth and now was cold.

It did take some time to reach the capital of the kingdom, king’s landing. The castle on the cliff came in sight first, towering over everything. It felt familiar, and yet, like a prison — seeing it. Knowing that they had once lived there — before the dance of dragons started. That they once roamed the halls with their sister, unaware of all the chaos beginning to unfold slowly.

Once being unaware of the pressure of being the King’s child. Unaware of the jealousy from their sister, that she didn’t want to have against them. Unaware of the plan their father had for them, of marrying them of first to one of their siblings. Unaware of Alicent trying to get rid of them.

They were just too unaware — too young and naive. Only when Y/n got older did they slowly learn the plan that the people around them had decided for them. And only then did they refuse what their future had held for them. They refused the marriage to any of their siblings.

They quickly wiped the tears away that threatened to spill again. This wasn’t the time, they told themselves. They had to see what happened. With new determination they reigned Eclipse toward the dragonpit. Y/n looked in surprise toward the folk as they also began to scream once they both flew over them, just like the people on the land.

But the biggest surprise came when they were near the dragonpit. It was destroyed. Wordlessly they stayed in the air, mouth open. Eclipse let out something akin to a whine. Regaining back their senses, they shifted him toward the walls of the city. There they landed him outside, on the ground, a small distant away from the gates.

Getting off from the dragon, they landed with a quiet ‘thud‘. Leaning their forehead against his scalps, they took a deep breath before stepping away from him. Their feet dragged them forward, as one hand settled on their sword. The gates opened as men on horses rode out. Stopping in their track, Y/n watched them with narrowed eyes. Not even one looked familiar.

Even though they were from the Knight guard, based on their armour, they didn’t look like the one Y/n knew. Not a single Knight looked like one of those that stayed in Kingslanding after the war began or one that came along to their sister’s side.

From what Y/n could see, they were all tense, starring not only at them but also Eclipse. Some man rode forward as the rest stayed behind him, aside two others being right behind him on either side of him. The man had brown hair with a beard, some white being here and there.

The two others were two young men. The, probably, older one looked like just the man in front of them, just with a white streak in his hair. The younger one though had light brown almost orange hair. They were probably his sons, based on their appearances. Y/n didn’t want to get ahead of themself, but they did have some traits of their family. Yet, they lacked the eye colour and the famously white hair.

„Who are you?“ The man asked. Y/n could see that he tried to be calm, but his gaze flickered to their dragon, tensing up everytime he did. „And how- how is it possible that you have a dragon…“ Eclipse roared, as if sensing that they were talking about him. Some men stepped back in fear.

Only the younger son looked at it in admiration, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. Y/n gazed over all of them, their thoughts running wild, question after question. „Where is Rhaenyra?“ They demanded, ignoring the question from the man.

He hesistated before answering, „I- I am sorry, but there is no Rhaenyra that we know of.“ His horse stirred, making him even more nervous. „My name is Baelor Targaryen, son of Daeron Targaren the second, heir to the throne and first inline. So please tell me, who are you and what is your business.“

Y/n felt unease, not knowing how to handle the situation. They hadn’t heard of a Daeron or Baelor Targaryen. How is this possible, they asked themself. The words lingered on the tip of their tongue, wanting to know the answer. „I am here to see Queen Rhaenyra.“ They answered simple and quick.

Murmuring broke out under the armored men, switching glances between them. Even the two boys looked surprised. Baelor covered his surprise with a neutral face. „Correct me if I am wrong, but, are you looking for Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, first born of King Viserys Targaren the first?“

They nodded, nervously waiting for what comes next. It uneases them with how their sister, was called Princess instead of her right title. And even more with how the man formed his question. It sounded so weird, but they couldn’t grasp on what it is. „Princess Rhaenyra had died around a hundred years ago.“

The sentence made them stop. It went through their head for about a hundred time till they actually acknowledged what he said. „What?“ Breathlessly they muttered. „That isn’t true.“ They shock their head, looking over every man that stood before them, hoping to now see someone they recognize. At least someone, to tell this that this wasn’t true. No one. Nothing happened.

Eclipse whined behind them, nudging them with their snout. As if he knew what had happened, as if he felt what was wrong. Y/n rested a hand on his head, steadying themself. Taking a deep breath to ground themself and hold back the tears again.

„Did-“ Baelor took a step near after getting of his horse, „Did you perhaps not know this?“ It was strange for him to meet someone that didn’t know of this. The story of the dance of dragons is widely known across the reign. There was barely anybody that didn’t know story.

„Rhaenyra is my sister.“ They mumbled.

When the dance has just started, targ!reader has pledged their life toward their sister. Even if they were born a boy, they would rather have their sister sit on the throne, as it is hers to Reign.

With their dragon, they flew into battle for team black, but what no one expected was for them to suddenly vanish mid-air with their dragon.

Only years later did they appeared again in the same location. Confused about why the fight was gone and everything looking different, they flew back to dragonstone.

Concerned with how no one was there, not even a single servant, they flew right to the red keep, wanting to confront team green.

Only, they were met with the scared volks of kingslanding and a ruined dragon pitt. Dosbelieved they landed outside of the gate, and were met by scared guards.

They stood there in their armor as the volks rushed to the gates. Soon, people on horse quickly arrived. And with them, the banner of the great loyal house.

Noticeable to them were the two brown haired men with white streaks, an orange-brown haired boy, and an old white-haired man.

Already, they could tell that those were targaryens. But the only question was, how?

Their sister was supposed to greet them after getting back from the war, not some imposters.