#oc centric

Welcome to the A Song of Sea and Fire masterlist!

Here you’ll find all fics related to the House of the Dragon section of my A Song of Sea and Fire universe, spanning different moments, relationships, and timelines within the story.

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↳Past

Freshly fallen snow crunched beneath the weight of three sets of combat boots, each step echoing unnaturally loud in the stillness of the frozen forest. The sound did not belong here, among the skeletal trees and the heavy silence that pressed in from every side. The men moved in unison, stride for stride, their rhythm almost unnatural, as though each step were calculated rather than lived.

From a distance, they could have been mistaken for one man reflected thrice. Their faces, their posture, even the tilt of their heads mirrored one another so perfectly it was uncanny, like copies stamped from a single mold. The only difference lay in what they carried. Two cradled large, black rifles across their chests, gloved fingers wrapped tight around the steel. The third held no weapon, but something far more fragile—a small child.

The girl dangled limply in his arms, no more than four years old, her small body slack with unnatural unconsciousness. Wisps of black hair, matted and tangled, clung to her face, while her lips had begun to tinge a worrying shade of blue. She wore only a thin, purple princess nightgown, its silk edges fluttering uselessly in the wind. No shoes. No socks. No coat. Nothing to shield her from the brutal bite of winter. Each gust of icy air gnawed at her skin, rattling her tiny frame in shivers that went ignored.

The men did not speak. They did not shift her to make her more comfortable. They simply walked, boots punching holes into the snow, until the forest thinned and the trees parted like curtains around a stage.

Ahead loomed a house, if such a word could even apply. The mountainous structure jutted from the earth as though it had grown there, tall, sharp, and utterly foreboding. Blackened stone walls rose behind spiked metal fencing, each barb catching the pale light of the moon like the points of a crown. The place radiated unease, a fortress more than a home, its windows like watchful eyes in the dark.

The three men stopped at the gate. None moved to open it. None tried to speak through it. They simply stood, silent sentinels, waiting.

At last, the man on the right slipped a cell phone from his pocket. He pressed one button, send, and then turned his gaze back to the gate, expression unreadable. Without hesitation, he dropped the phone into the snow. His boot came down hard, once, twice, three times, until the glass and circuits were nothing but shattered remnants buried in the white.

“She’s coming.”

↳Present

Cold, dark, silver-grey eyes observed the swelling crowd as more people pressed forward, drawn like moths to the chaos. Behind the barricades, so-called heroes shouted for civilians to stay back, their voices struggling to rise above the cacophony of irregular, powerful explosions. Yet the crowd, driven by morbid curiosity, ignored the warnings. All eyes were fixed on the same horrific sight, a boy ensnared by a slime-like villain, suffocating as the creature toyed with its captive’s power.

The crowd’s murmur swelled into a muddled roar, countless voices overlapping until it was impossible to tell one from another. Still, fragments slipped through, pieces of fear, excitement, pity, and cruelty all twisted together.

“...What are the heroes even doing about this?...”

“...Wasn’t that the villain All Might fought earlier?...”

“...That poor boy. Trapped inside. He won’t last much longer…”

“...Has anyone died yet? Gods, that would make a hell of a story…”

“...That can’t be… If the bottle—no… it’s my fault!”

Her gaze, sharp and unblinking, shifted through the crowd, pausing only when someone stood out.

At the back, a boy caught her attention. He looked so out of place among the others, shoulders hunched despite his tall frame. His school uniform sagged from his thin body in a way that whispered of neglect, and his green curls — unruly and unkempt — only made him seem more fragile. In the span of seconds, he raked his trembling hands through his hair over and over, an anxious rhythm betraying the storm within.

“Why aren’t the heroes doing anything?” the greenet asked a nearby bystander, desperation cracking his voice as he clutched their shoulder with shaking fingers.

“They’ve met their match, kid. Besides, the villain’s already got someone.”

She saw the words hit him like a blow. His face crumpled, head dropping as his fists balled tight at his sides.

“Where’s All Might? Shouldn’t he be here?”

“He would be… but it’s my fault he isn’t.”

The chorus of voices pressed in harder, drilling into her skull until her head throbbed. She closed her eyes briefly, a flicker of irritation, before snapping them open again.

“Kacchan!”

The single cry carried above the crowd, and a spark of amusement tugged faintly at her lips as the greenet shoved forward, stunning everyone into silence. He vaulted the barricade, ignoring the heroes’ shouts of protest, and charged headlong into the inferno. His backpack flew from his shoulders, colliding with the villain’s eye in a desperate distraction. Then, without hesitation, his hands clawed into the slime’s grotesque form, tearing and pulling to free the boy trapped within.

The heroes scrambled, fear flashing in their eyes — not for the captive, but for the reckless green-haired fool about to die. And then, out of the corner of her vision, she saw it: steam curling in the air.

A thunderclap of wind and power shook the street as All Might descended, ripping through the chaos. His strike tore the villain apart in a single motion, while his massive arms cradled both the captive and the trembling greenet. The crowd erupted, voices rising in awe, relief, and adoration at the sight of their Symbol of Peace.

She only rolled her eyes. The spectacle bored her. Of course All Might had come — he always came, always stole the scene, always drew the praise. And as quickly as it had begun, it was over.

Shoving her hands deep into her coat pockets, she turned away from the cheers and the chaos. Her boots crunched against the pavement as she walked off, feeling the unmistakable weight of eyes burning into her back.

Sunshine 🌞

She wears makeup around the multi symbol on her forehead to look like an eye, or a sun! And she glows!!

Moonlight 🌙

This is set before the deaths, but when they're near! It's Moonlight with Father Imperator (who I'm making as faceless as I can!) Red represents Father I, and Moonlight has his purple. I made the shadow the characters cast only show on the purple to represent how overpowering Father is. His fingers digging into Moonlight's face also contributes to this. Additionally, Moonlight's fangs being out shows how scared he is in this position.

Taken from Swiss' point of view, I drew Moonlight in his human glamour! I didn't put much symbolism or details into this one, aside from his greying hair and red knuckles.

This I really love! I think Moony's face came out brilliantly and the background is good too! His nails are short, unlike most other ghouls' long, pointed claws, because Moonlight had his claws and fangs removed surgically for poor behaviour in 1975. I included a few books I think he'd enjoy, and this is also taken from Swiss' point of view, when packing for a tour!

Swiss 🧀

This is taken from Moonlight's point of view, of Swiss in human glamour! His nails colours represent the ghouls he's closest to: Rain, Moonlight, Sunshine, Dewdrop, Phantom and Aurora! Though, the red pinky is a reference to Murdoc, from Gorillaz. His bracelet also has the ghouls' colours and initials! I love how vibrant the colours are here.

(from here on out, I'm just unsure whether I've posted the art yet or not)

Rain 💧

Here I've drawn Rain tied up like a cowboy! No symbolism or little details here, just fun!

Ocean 🌊 & Phantom ✨

This is just a fun little doodle of Ocean and Phantom together. I've been fiddling with Phantom's design, as I'm unsure what I'd like to do with them. I want to include some Phantom of the Opera references, as well as some details about my Quintessence Ghouls genetics!

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 28 - 𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘌𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 433 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

“James! Great, we need to talk!” I walk to him, my steps wide. I see him stumble forward from his spot on the couch, barely managing to land on his feet in front of me...

“Kas,” Hawks said gently. "Show me your wings.” Kaskel’s breath hitched. Show me your wings. Four simple words that set the alarms off again in his body. It was better not to let anyone touch them. “I…” Kaskel’s voice cracked. “I don’t… I can’t…” “You can,” Hawks said, thumb stroking a slow circle against Kaskel’s temple. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to see.” The tiny, jerky nod he had given wasn’t a calculated decision. His body was betraying him, and it was the inevitable collapse of a dam that had been holding back his starvation for almost a decade. He was so incredibly tired of hiding. He was exhausted from treating his own biology like an original sin.   Kaskel squared against the bar, gripping the edge of the counter with white knuckles. The glossy varnish reflected vague distortions of his own, terrified gaze. Behind him, he could hear Hawks' steady breathing. He could feel the warmth radiating off of him and smell the cologne that would certainly become a triggering olfactory memory of this impossible night. Slowly, Kaskel’s wings unfurled. First, in small, hesitant arcs with trembling feathers. He couldn’t bring himself to spread them fully, but he opened them enough. The white axillae were exposed, and beneath, the soft, downy underwing that no one had touched. He heard Hawks inhale sharply. It was quiet and sharp. As if he had seen something sacred, or utterly horrifying. “Goddamn,” Hawks breathed. Kaskel’s wings flinched. They tried to fold back in. But Hawk’s voice caught him. “Don’t,” Hawks said, low and gentle “Don’t close up on me. Let me look.”

CONTENT WARNINGS: Anxiety, Body Shame, Casual Cruelty, Casual Homophobia, Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (CPTSD), Dissociation, Emotional Invalidation, Emotional Manipulation, Implied Past Abuse, Internalized Homophobia, Internalized Shame, Microaggressions, Mildly Dubious Consent, Moral Conditioning, Panic, Power Imbalance, Predatory Dynamics, Racial Coding/Microaggressions, Sensory Overload, Self-Worth Issues, Social Anxiety, Social Isolation, Toxic Family Dynamics, Toxic Friendships.

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JACOB

I don’t remember who told me that staring at the horizon helps with nausea.

But right now, I’m trying to forget the sway of this cursed deck.It’s not that bad, actually.

The sun above me, the horizon ahead—and the idiotic monsters constantly grumbling.

I don’t know how Luke puts up with them.If I were the commander, I’d duct-tape every single one of their mouths.Silence really shouldn’t be this hard to achieve.

When I noticed the monsters gathering on the port side of the deck,I shoved a few of them aside to see what was going on.

When the Cyclops I pushed cursed at me, I silently swore I’d kill him later.

But now I had a new question on my mind:what the fuck was going on?

When I reached the heart of the crowd, I saw a dark-haired boy.He looked about my age.

“What’s going on?Why is this here?”

My voice came out sharper than I intended.I never run from danger.But if there’s a captive involved, the danger is never the captive—it’s someone bigger than them.

“They found him sabotaging the ship.And look who we caught him with.”

I turned toward the voice when I heard Luke.Beside him stood the infamous son of Poseidon: Percy.

We’d been searching for him for months.The order had been clear for a long time now:join the army—or be killed.We either love powerful demigods…or we hate them.

And this one was about to cross into the hated category.

He was probably cursing all of us in his head.He looked furious.His chest was rising and falling rapidly with adrenaline.His face said everything—rage, a thirst for revenge, and a hint of disappointment.

Then, for just a second, I saw something else in his eyes.

Fear?

I noticed him making eye contact with the captive.These bastards were definitely up to something.

When I looked closer at the captive, I saw his hand hovering near his watch.Touching it felt wrong—too deliberate.

There had to be something about that watch.And the Princess Andromeda had been sabotaged—

Shit.The watch was the trigger.

As I let the shadows wrap around my body,the last thing I heard was a massive explosion.

When the shadows dispersed, I was where I belonged.