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Todoroki!reader getting thrown into the famous Pitt after losing a fight against Afo. The thing was, nobody knew where it led to.
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 couldnât. 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 wasnât 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 fatherâs 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 manâs voice.
âHave fun. Greet Nana from me.â
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 couldnât 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 couldnât 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 hadnât 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. âStay here, I will get the nurse.â 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 didnât have anything obvious on him that liked like a Jinki.
The older woman stepped forward pointing to each. âThis is Eishia Stilza, our medic, and Arkha Colvus, the boss of the cleaner organisation.â Her words were slightly muffled by the mask. âMs. Stilza will help your recovery as best as she can.â
Said girl nodded, her head lowered. She was too shy to look at them. As Nana saw that, she just chuckled. âMr. 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.â
She sends them a worried glance, particularly toward their hair. âWe must come up with something good, since it isnât 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.â
Mr. Corvus intertwined, an easy smile on his face. âLetâs 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.â
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 didnât 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.
âIâm sorry.â They muttered, starring at the floor. A chuckle made them look up. The man smiled at them reassuring. âDonât apologize for something you canât control, young one.â  Something about his expression made them nod. He looked so⌠nice.
i actually really enjoy writing non-descriptive reader inserts. like i donât add heights, or hair textures, or features beyond scars the reader gets in the course of the fic. when i write smut i donât really describe genitals. i enjoy making universal fics
but i have noticed a lot of other peopleâs universal fics are catered to white or fair skinned people.
im going to use myself as an example but i donât want anyone thinking im specifically talking about catering to me
i donât turn red. thereâs no pink flooding my cheeks. my embarrassment is conveyed through actions. when i write flustered characters i say that, that theyâre flustered or embarrassed. thereâs nothing wrong with saying that.
my hair does not gently fall in my face. it grows upward and out. the only time it hangs down is when itâs styled a certain way. now you could say thatâs a feature almost exclusively for black people and everyone else has hair that falls into their face, but now youâre excluding a race of people in your âuniversal ficsâ
it does not feel nice to be left out like that.
itâs also really hard to run your fingers through my hair, and it doesnât get greasy when unwashed.
every race pales. but a lot of people write pale to mean turning really white and not losing some of the complexion in your skin. as a matter of fact iâve seen authors write paleness as an alabaster complexion. not universal
my lips arenât thin. they can be thinned as in this face: đ. but describing the readerâs lips as thin is not universal.
my lips are also two toned, so theyâre not cherry red, or a supple pink. not universal.
every race can be sunburnt. skin peeling is in fact a pretty common description. looking like a lobster is not
these are just small things you can keep an eye on so that people feel represented or at least not alienated when reading your stories.
Summary â Sirius and Regulus older sister goes missing one day during her fifth school year. No one knows where she is, or do they?
Pairing â Harry Potter verse x f!Black!reader
A/N â This is a short one because I want to get really into what is following for the next.
Masterlist || Male version
Divider by @uzmacchiato
You were three years older than Sirius. And thus, you had more responsibilities on your shoulders, having to take care of your chaotic brothers and ensuring that the family name wouldnât get dragged into dirt.
The relief was massive when you got into Slytherin, knowing you didnât 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 didnât success.
So, they didnât 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 couldnât 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 couldnât stop asking yourself why your parents didnât stop this, or why the Lord had chosen you. And if that wasnât enough, you resented your parents for what they did next.
They proposed a marriage to an older boy from another noble family â 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 Reguluâs school year, your parentsâ 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 didnât 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 couldnât 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 â 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.
âWhat are you doing here? You do know that you arenât allowed to be outside.â 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. âA Slytherin, huh? As expected,â He grunted. You know that you should be irritated by his comment, but now you have other matters to attend to. âI should just bring you to your head professor. No, even better, Professor Dumbledore.â
Without even being able to say anything in defense, you were led through the similar halls. Sometimes passing other students that you didnât recognize. Even other professors that roamed through the castle, you didnât see any familiar face.
Going up the stairs leading to the headmasterâs 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 wasnât 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.
âNow, I donât think that I have seen you before, dearâŚ?â 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 â 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. âIt does seem weird that I havenât 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?â
By the end his tone was ice cold as his gaze also became stone-hard. The room also suddenly felt colder. You couldnât 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 couldnât get it out of you.
You werenât even sure if you could trust him.
âI- I am sorry if this sound weird, but- what year do we have?â Dumbledoreâs face morphed into one of surprise, almost taking a back. He thought for a few seconds before answering, âThis is really a weird question, young girl. But, we currently have the year 1938.â
Summary â Sirius and Regulus older brother goes missing one day during his fifth school year. No one knows where he is, or do they?
Pairing â Harry Potter verse x m!Black!reader
A/N â I donât know why, but I like the trope of time traveling. This is a short one, bcs I will focus on each year in each chapter, so this is like the prologue.
Masterlist || Female version
Divider by: @uzmacchiato
You were three years older than Sirius. And thus, you had more responsibilities on your shoulders, having to take care of your chaotic brothers and ensuring that the family name wouldnât get dragged into dirt.
The relief was massive when you got into Slytherin, knowing you didnât 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 didnât success.
So, they didnât 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 couldnât 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 couldnât stop asking yourself why your parents didnât stop this, or why the Lord had chosen you. And if that wasnât 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 werenât 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 Reguluâs school year, your parentsâ 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 didnât 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 couldnât 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 â 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.
âWhat are you doing here? You do know that you arenât allowed to be outside.â 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. âA Slytherin, huh? As expected,â He grunted. You know that you should be irritated by his comment, but now you have other matters to attend to. âI should just bring you to your head professor. No, even better, Professor Dumbledore.â
Without even being able to say anything in defense, you were led through the similar halls. Sometimes passing other students that you didnât recognize. Even other professors that roamed through the castle, you didnât see any familiar face.
Going up the stairs leading to the headmasterâs 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 wasnât 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.
âNow, I donât think that I have seen you before, dearâŚ?â 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 â 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. âIt does seem weird that I havenât 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?â
By the end his tone was ice cold as his gaze also became stone-hard. The room also suddenly felt colder. You couldnât 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 couldnât get it out of you.
You werenât even sure if you could trust him.
âI- I am sorry if this sound weird, but- what year do we have?â Dumbledoreâs face morphed into one of surprise, almost taking a back. He thought for a few seconds before answering, âThis is really a weird question, young boy. But, we currently have the year 1938.â
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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 Darylâs 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. âBut, it wouldnt be such a bad idea.â 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. âLet me down, you-â Just before you could finish your sentence, he trew you onto the truckâs bed.
Luckily, it was adorned with some blanket that Daryl laid out there earlier, so the fall didnât 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.
Written by @mitzukiyapping â do not repost or translate this without my permission!! â 2026
I just have been working on everything at the same time... and now I have more time again since test-season is over!! Well almost, just a few more mini-tests to go
PAIRING â House of the Dragon/A knight of the seven kingdoms x afab!Targaryen!reader
SUMMARY â Rhaenyraâs younger sibling found themself in a different timeline, in the future. Not knowing what had happened, they tried to find someone they know, not knowing theyâre alone now.
AUTHORâS NOTE â I am so freaking sorry that this took so long. I desperately tried to finish this while trying to balance school life and such. I canât write more than five paragraphs a day and it kills me.
WORD COUNT â 2k words
EDIT â check out @justmyworldiguess !! She has posted a fanfic based on this Oneshots/draft with some changes â itâs on ao3. Itâs called âA Comatose Dragonâ by @/justkeepblabbering
Based on this idea
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Divider by @uzmacchiato
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 sisterâs side, eliminating the people of the green side.
The only thing they could do was fly to the other side and burn the enemyâs 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, âDracarysâ 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 didnât 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. âsČłzorys, Eclipse!â (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/nâs eyes swept over the ground while their brain tried to come up with a solution. Though, not a single idea came up. This wasnât 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 wasnât 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 didnât 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 werenât in there? What would they do? What happened?
What if the people that they needed right now werenât in there?
Closing their eyes and breathing in, they pushed the doors open. And what welcomed Y/n wasnât what they had hoped for, it was silence. Nothing but silence â it was so loud. As they looked around, they couldnât bring themselves to move. It was like their body turned to stone. Only after what felled like hours did they take a step forward.
âRhaenyra?â Not louder than a whisper was Y/nâs 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 couldnât 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 boyâs 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 couldnât 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, kingâs landing. The castle on the cliff came in sight first, towering over everything. It felt familiar, and yet, like a prison â seeing it. Knowing that they had once lived there â 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 Kingâs child. Unaware of the jealousy from their sister, that she didnât 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 â 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 wasnât 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 âthudâ. 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 didnât 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 sisterâs 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 didnât 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.
âWho are you?â 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. âAnd how- how is it possible that you have a dragonâŚâ 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. âWhere is Rhaenyra?â They demanded, ignoring the question from the man.
He hesistated before answering, âI- I am sorry, but there is no Rhaenyra that we know of.â His horse stirred, making him even more nervous. âMy 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.â
Y/n felt unease, not knowing how to handle the situation. They hadnât 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. âI am here to see Queen Rhaenyra.â 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. âCorrect me if I am wrong, but, are you looking for Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, first born of King Viserys Targaren the first?â
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 couldnât grasp on what it is.
âPrincess Rhaenyra had died around a hundred years ago.â
The sentence made them stop. It went through their head for about a hundred time till they actually acknowledged what he said. âWhat?â Breathlessly they muttered. âThat isnât true.â 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 wasnât 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.
âDid-â Baelor took a step near after getting of his horse, âDid you perhaps not know this?â It was strange for him to meet someone that didnât know of this. The story of the dance of dragons is widely known across the reign. There was barely anybody that didnât know story.
âRhaenyra is my sister.â They mumbled.
Written by @/mitzukiyapping !! Do not repost this anywhere else or translate it without my permission. â 2026
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Targaryen!reader who's Rhaenyra's younger sibling, and traveled forward in time, when the dance of dragons have ended and the dragons have vanished. To when Daeron II. ruled.
Oneshot here
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.
Sorry, I wrote that half dead-coughing non-stop. This is just a blurb I've been thinking about since that serie came out... it's already 12 am, and I gotta go to bed since I have a test tomorrow, or rather today. @/mitzukiyapping
Yâall need to understand what gender neutral actually means. Saying âThis fic is gender neutral and there are no pronouns or descriptors usedâ then using âpretty girlâ or âthatâs my girlâ immediately after is NOT gender neutral! Stay out of our spaces if you canât respect us.
cw: touch starved Daryl, no protection, little plot, not beta read
A/n: I swear Iâm trying to get back in my Twd phase⌠and I think you can tell this is my first time writing smut.
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Daryl Dixon hates to show his soft side. Life has hardened him every time he did show it. So, he learned to not let others see it. However, that was not the case with you.
You just had something that drew him in. He didnât know what it was, but he cursed you for it. And loved you for it at the same time.
Right now, he laid under you, bare and whimpering. Your hips pressed against his, slowly moving back and forth. The feeling was enough to pull whimpers out of him.
However, that wasnât the only thing that made him so sensitive. It were your hands and lips. They were roaming all across his body.
Your lips were softly pressing one kiss after another over his neck and shoulders. Whispering his name like praying to higher being, praises in between.
"You're so beautiful."
"Taking it so good."
"Such a good boy."
It was enough for tears streaming down his face, the pleasure being too much for him. The words and the touches.
One hand was gripping his hip, your thumb rubbing his flesh. The other was under his body, on his back, the tips of your fingers tracing his spine.
A particular loud whine escaped him as you followed his scars on his back, his ribcage arching up as if to escape your touch. His eyes shutting close
The kisses went up as you whispered against his jaw. "Look at me." He could barely follow your command, his eyes filled with mist and tears. It only made you smile more.
The hand on his backs wandered up to his nape, holding him there. Your lips crashed onto his, he didnât resist, definitely not when your tongue fought into his mouth.
While you were having a grip on the back of his neck, lightly rubbing the hair between your fingers, your other hand went from his hip to one of his thighs, gripping it, feeling it flex under your touch. Wandering up and down.
Daryl sucked in air as you leaned back, the smile still present on your face. âGosh, look at you. Looking so ravishing.â Embarrassed, he turned his face to the side. That wasnât a good choice.
Instantly you sat back up, both of your hands now only on his hips. Daryl blinked confused, his misty gaze barely able to focus on you. His voice was a broken mix of whimper and desperation. âWhy did you stop?â The both of you knew that he didnât meant your still slow thrusting hips.
What he truly meant was something he didnât want to show, his desire for your touch. It doesnât matter how long you have been together, he will never tell you how much he loves your affection. How your hands have him feelingâ so whole.
âPleaseâŚâ he whimpered, a few tears sliding down. A chuckle rises from deep from your throat, hips slowly getting faster. âPlease what? You gotta speak whole sentences dear.â
He tried to speak but he could only let out moans. They became louder when the trusts grew even faster. Though, it did not stop the tears streaming down his face, if not, they became even more. âYou- yourâŚâ he hiccuped, the feeling of it all becoming too much for him.
Feeling bad for him, you placed one hand over his stomach, where you could feel your dick pressing up. He let out an even louder moan at the touch, the feeling off it sending a shiver down his spine.
âHow cute. Moaning like a whore by a simple touch.â Your voice was hoarse, caused by his walls tightened around you. At last, you wrapped your palm around his own dick. He did only last a few more seconds before his orgasm made his body stiffen.
It was truly adorable how a touch can cause such such things.
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Hi! Iâd like to send a request, if thatâs alright!
Could I get Daryl Dixon x Male Reader smut where Daryl is extremely touch starved? Like, to the point where heâs never had anyone touch skin that wasnât on his face or arms.
Positions donât really matter much, but subby!Daryl would be much appreciated!!
Oneshots here!!
Thank you for requesting, I think it is obvious that this was my first time writing anything smut related, so this was a first. Im sorry if this isnât what you wanted..
Summary: Being stranded on a highway was not plan for the group, especially not when a walker herd come across and messes up their plan.
Pairing: Platonic TheWalkingDead s2 x blind!fem!reader
Word count: 2.7k words
Authorâs note: I tried my best, even after months of silence. But, school has been a pain in the ass and taking up most of my time, bcs I also have such a long way to school and back. I will try to post the second part soon, since itâs Easter break⌠tbh I did liked the plot writing it, but now Iâm not so sure anymore
Blind Target 1. || Blind Target 2
Divider by @uzmacchiato
The group has decided to settle on Fort Benning as their next destination, after everything that happened in Atlanta. It was a long way ahead, and everyone knew that. Once again, you had to drive in the van with the others.
Some cars were ditched as to save up gas for the three vehicle the group still had left. Darylâs motorcycle, the van, and the only car.
The whole ride long you were silence, replaying what had happened the pst days. Youâve lost many people you have considered your friends and now they were gone.
Your head laid against the window as listened to Shane clean some of his guns and talking to Andrea. Though, soon the van slowed down with Dale sighing, âOh no⌠â
You stood up from your seat to go to the front. Darylâs motorcycle was netto overhear as he slowed down to stop beside the van. âSee a way through?â Dale asked, having to raise his voice over the running motor.
âWhatâs going on?â You asked, no one in particular. Shane responded slight annoyed, âThe street is filled with cars, we canât get passed.â This time you let out a sigh, a quiet âwell, shitâ slipped under your breath. âI heard that.â Shane warned you.
The van slowly began to drift forward. âUh⌠Maybe we should just go back. Thereâs an interstate bypassâŚâ Glenn suggested. However, Dale was against the idea. âWe canât spare the fuel.â
âJeezâŚâ The Black haired muttered, being really creeped out by all he cars around them.
A hand gently pushed you to sit down on a seat. Without resisting you followed. âCan we get through here?â Glenn questioned, and he didnt get an answer. Instead, a loud clanking started out of nowhere, coming from the front of the van. The engine started to sputter. It had died off.
Andrea took your hand, guiding you outside, where Dale started to complain. âI said it. Didnât I said it? Thousand times. Dead in the water.â The woman let go of you as as smaller one took ahold of your free hand.
âProblem, Dale?â Glenn asked.
âJust a small matter of being stuck in the middle of nowhere with no hope ofâŚâ He went silent for a moment. âOkay, that was dumb.â Shane talked next, âIf you canât find a radiator hose hereâŚâ
Dale however mumbled something while going through stuff, âThereâs a whole bunch of stuff we can find.â T-Dog walked away, informing everyone of his plan. âI can siphon more fuel from these cars for a start.â
âMaybe for water.â Someone suggested. âOr food.â Glenn advised. Lori mentioned then that this wasnât a graveyard. âI donât know how I feel about this.â She confessed. But, after all, she was slightly ignored as the group started to departure to look for things.
âKids, donât look.â Carol ordered you as you wandered between the cars, a foul smell lingering in the air. Sophia was leading you with her hand, shacking a bit. At some point you stopped walking as the two older women started to rummage through the cars for suppliance.
Lori called out to you, as you and the children, went to look around yourselves. âHey Carl. Always within my sight, okay?â âYou, too, you two.â The both of you nodded.
While Sophia looked through some stuff, you just stood beside her and listened to her and Carl talking. At some point Carl found a plush animal. A sheep. The boy, slightly emberassed, told you that it reminded him of you.
What you didnât see was the slight blush covering his cheeks as he looked down on his feet, with Sophia smiling beside you.
With a smile of your own you accepted it and thanked him. One hand of yours was holding onto Sophia while the other was now occupied with the present of Carl.
You three wandered around some more, at some point even starting to guess how some of those people lived, based on what they had in their cars. You did find it a bit disrespectful at first, but after some rounds, it did start to get funny. Especially with how funny and unrealistic some ideas were from the two.
Just as Sophia wanted to show you something, Rick panicked whispering interrupted her. âChildren, get down now.â You were ushered under a car with Sophia beside you. The girl just so happy a minute ago was now whimpering and literally holding onto your hand for dear life. To say that you werenât scared yourself would have been the biggest lie.
Even though you couldnât see them, you could clearly hear them. The air once filled with your hushed voices with ideas was now replaced with groans as they walked past the cars. Their moaning was almost as loud as their steps, as they searched for living meat.
Slowly, after what felt like hours, the steps became less and less. Until you heard none, only then did Sophia and you finally begin to breath normal again. Hesitantly, the girl moved to look from under the car. She let out a scream as suddenly a walker appeared and went down.
Sophia backed up, which meant that you also had to crawl back until you were no longer under the vehicle. Out of panic she took your hand as she pulled away, crouching down to dodge the side block. With pure adrenaline you followed her, only wanting to escape the dead person.
Attracted to the noise you heard more walkers appear and following you. The both of you slide down a hill, grass whipping across your skin and clothes. You ran deeper into the wood, not registering the trees slicing your face and blood running down.
The both of you started panting but didnât stop. Suddenly, Sophia dripped which made you also fall. As best as you could you protected her from the fall. Just as you stood up, a pair of arms stopped you. You were a bit relieved as you heard the voice of the sheriff.
âAre you both alright? Are you okay.â Sophia was too scared to answer him, instead she screamed for him to shoot them. Which you totally agreed.
Rick tried to calm her down, trying to make a compromise. âThose walkers on the road would hear it.â He tried to get her to listen to him, but the girl just whimpered more as the rustling got louder, âThen it wouldnât be just two, itâd be hundreds. Come on. Come on.â
Grimes took the scared girl held her with one arm, while holding onto your hand with his other hand. You came to a stop as the man now whispered. âAll right, just hold here. You stay here.â
Then you heard something spring into the water. Sophia quickly held onto your hand again as Rick helped you both into the water, leading you away.
âSophia, you have to do exactly as I say. Hide in there. Squeeze in tight and donât let go of her hand. Iâll draw them away from you guys.â Though, the girl was too riled up. âNo, no. Donât leave us.â
âListen, listen, listen, listen. They donât get wined. I do. I can only deal with them one at a time. I wouldnât be able to protect you. This is how we three survive. You understand?â You two nodded. But just before you could move, Rick quickly wiped away the blood on your face.
âGo, go, go, go.â He ushered you two as you hide inside a mini cave. âIf I donât make it back, run back tot he highway, back to the others straight the way we came. Keep the sun on your left shoulder.â
He stopped as the walkers came, their snarling as loud. Rick provoked them, splashing the water and sputtering insults toward them. A body fell into the water, making you flinch.
The mans voice grew distance, and with that also the walkers. You waited for a bit before climbing back out with Sophia in tow. Your grip on her hand was tight as you both wandered around.
The twelve-year-old tried to lead you, but after walking around for what felled like hours, she began to whimper. âI- I donât know where we should goâŚâ
âI- IâŚâ She hiccuped. Wordlessly you pulled her into your arms as you hushed her, fighting back your own tears. âItâs okay, itâs okay. Theyâre going to find us.â You tried to convince her and yourself. But even you knew, that would highly not happen.
âLetâs focus on getting somewhere safe. Like up in a tree. The sun is setting soon and youâre tired.â You waited till she came down. Sophia let go and hummed, indicating that she heard you. The girl looked around for a bit until she began pulling you again.
Soon you heard water. She came to a halt, making you nearly collide with her. âWhatâs wrong?â Your voice was hoarse from not speaking anything. âI donât know if itâs safe to walk over the waterfall⌠or whatever this is...â she told you.
A deep growl interrupted you. Coming from right behind you. Sophia shrieked and nearly let go of your hands as she tried to run away. Quickly you took ahold of her and swooped her up into your arms as you began to sprint. The lamb plush now in your mouth.
Adrenaline pumped through your blood, water soaking your shoes and socks, and the girls crying in your ear. This all pumped you on to run blindly straight forward. Even though you stumbled multiple time, you always made sure that Sophia was safe.
At one point she cried out for her plush animal. It hurt you hearing her, but you knew that you couldnât stop now. âDonât worry, we can get it later. â You panted put.
A grunt of pain left your lungs as stumbled against a tree. You let Sophia on the ground and this time dragged her behind you. With how much you were focused on running, you didnât notice that the undead has lost its gaze on the both of you, or how heavy Sophia was panting from being out of breath.
Only after she yelled out to you did you came to a stop. Only then did you notice the silence around you. With a sigh you fell to the floor, exhaustion catching up. Sophia also crumbled to the floor beside you.
She was crying again. Without saying anything she climbed into your arms, curling herself up. As if on instinct, you wrapped your arms around her form, cradling her tightly. âI donât want to die⌠âshe mumbled against your shirt. Her tears soaking it.
âI know, I know. I also donât want to.â Tears also slowly build themselves in your eyes. You were slowly losing hope by the minute. You didnât know how long you sat there together, but Sophia fell asleep.
You knew that you couldnât stay there, so as carefully as possible you place her on your back. You waited for her light breath, hoping that you didnât wake her, before beginning walking. At some point she did wake up again. But she didnât climb down.
During your wandering neither of said anything in fear of getting heard by walkers again. As time went on you felt the air getting cooler by the minutes. Sophiaâs voice pulled you out of your mind as she whispered.
âThis tree should do it. For sleeping. Itâs big enough for the both of us. â With a nod from you she climbed down from your back. It took some minutes to get both of you up, with Sophiaâs voice guiding you where to climb. At last, the both of you cuddled up, your arms tightly around her. The plush, the one Carl gave you, was in the hand of the girl.
That night you could barely sleep, only occasionally falling asleep but waking up soon again. When you were awake you listened to Sophiaâs breath as she slumbered. Sometimes though, you heard steps under you slandering slowly around, with the familiar growl.
Every time you heard them you would stiffen up, carefully holding a hand over the girl's nose. Light enough that she wouldnât wake up, and close enough that the undead wouldnât hear her breath. Each time you hoped that the similar sound of a gun would ring out, or Darylâs weapon. Anything.
But it never did.
After hours of torturing hours, the first rays of sunshine arose through the leaves of the tree, and with-it Sophia slowly beginning to wake up. The girl looked around for a bit and went still after realizing that yesterday wasnât a dream.
âDo you think we will ever find the group again? âshe mumbled, her head pressed against your chest, seeking your warmth. Your hand lifted and laid on her head, doubt lingering in you. âI hope so. â you whispered against her head.
Eventually you climbed down the tree when you knew that no one was around. Your lamb was still in the girl hand as she led you around, trying to find the water from the day before. Trying to find her own plushy.
However, even after climbing over various bushes and passing countless trees, you never found it. Sophia was close to crying again, you could feel it by her trembling hand. Knowing words wonât do anything, you just tighten your hand around hers.
It has been days since you have got lost, and you havenât got a single clue as to where the group is. Or the road.
November has begun, and with it, the weather is getting colder and colder. Nights were torturing, freezing half to death with only your body warmth, and some clothes youâve found, keeping you alive.
During the day you have just been mindlessly wandering around with Sophia, hiding so often from the walkers and searching for food. It was hard. Getting something to eat was getting harder by each day, especially when youâre in the woods.
The last few days you were only able eat flowers or leftovers from left behind camps youâve found. You didnât trust yourself enough to eat berries that could possible be poisoned.
Eventually the girl got you a blind cane out of some thick stick, which was a great support to say the least. At least now you werenât tripping over something so often anymore. Ironically, Sophia said that your knees were all blue and purple, bruised up.
No wonder why your knees were hurting so much, you werenât able to rest much, always being on foot.
Though, a miracle happened one day as you were walking down a train-railing. The blond haired gasped excitedly as she quickly pulled you along without a word. As you skipped to a stop she was practically jumping. âThereâs a board with a map! â
âIt says⌠Sanc- sanctuary for all. Community for all. Those who arrive surviveâŚâ Sophia said hopefully. âTerminus⌠â her voice was hushed. But her hopeful smile fell as she saw your unsure face.
âWhatâs wrong?â She asked, now nervously looking at you. You collected your mind as you finally got the answer you searched for. âItâs probably a trap. Even if not, they wouldnât take us in.â You didnât have to speak it out loud, because she knew.
After all, she was just a young, scared girl and you were a blind girl. Thereâs not much hope for any of you to survive and find the group again.
She hesitated for a moment. âThen⌠how about we look at it from far away and see how it is. If itâs safe or not.â You thought about it, it was possible, if you won't be caught. Doesnât matter if by walkers or those people.
Sighing you nodded. âOk. We can watch for a few hours' and then we decide what weâll do.â Happily, Sophia jumped into the air. You couldnât help yourself letting out a laugh of air. Hearing her give you hope, even if you didnât want it.
âThen what are we waiting for, letâs go!â She pulled you along, barely giving you time to find your feet. âI hope they have some space for us, because I donât plan to go to anywhere once were there!â