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The Blackbird and the Eagle by black_nightshade

Currently only two chapters and writer sometimes rewrites previous chapters over and over. So far, I like the story.

Oh, and it's a crossover too!

I've seen so many fics of Laios with a beastman, but I thought I could go with a little spin on it. Let's also tag on a bit of Isekai into the mix.

Laios x Caladrius Reader (Part 1)

One moment you were tucked away in your apartment, doodling away in your notebook; the next, you are a young beastman(?) wandering the world of Dungeon Meshi.

Despite how people treat you, you absolutely adore being a beastman. Because of your unique beast part, that being a magical creature with magical abilities such as healing and whatnot, you happily play around with your phasing in and out of beastform. You soar in the air and that's how you eventually meet Laios.

You meet him and his sister as children. Being a child in a sense yourself, having arrived in this world relatively young, you eagerly reveal yourself to them. You knew you could trust them unlike others. Laios, because of his feelings towards creatures, and Falin, because of how nice she is in general.

They take you in and help you get into magic school with Falin. You meet Marcille, and you spoil her with your love and cuddles. Often engulfing her in your very cozy wings.

Of course, eventually, Laios comes knocking on Falin's window.

Who fell first and who fell harder

Izuku Midoriya: He fell first and harder

Katsuki Bakugo: You fell first but he fell harder

Shoto Todoroki: You fell first but he fell harder

Tenya Ida: He fell first but you fell harder

Fumikage Tokoyami: You fell first but he fell harder

Hitoshi Shinso: You fell first and harder

Denki Kaminari: He fell first and harder

Eijiro Kirishima: He fell first but you fell harder

Mashirao Ojiro: You fell first but he fell harder

Mirio Togata: He fell first but you fell harder

Tamaki Amajiki: He fell first and harder

Ok, I've been searching around on the internet and haven't found anything confirming Jason's sexuality so...

FOLLOW UP QUESTION TO PAIRING

Alternative Question to this Poll:

Ok currently working on a Jason Grace fic, but because I'm working off the Wiki, I'm coming to you (the true fans) to answer a question of mine:

Give your reason in the comments please, so I may better understand his potential motives.

P.S. His love interest is a Legacy, her mother being the child of Apollo while her father is a vampire who raped her mother.

VALYRIAN LAWS HEADCANON

You are not permitted to claim a dragon until you are six and ten name days. This is done so that a literal fire-breathing weapon is NOT in the hands of a temperamental child during a tantrum.

Heirs are chosen through a selection process, depending on the families. Once chosen, the heir is given their familial sword and the duties will be slowly transferred to the heir.

Potential heirs are eligible for the selection process once they are ten name days. They can decide to step down for position or continue forward once they are six and ten.

An heir is chosen once all eligible heirs are certified adults.

If two potential heirs are chosen, they may both rule once certain needs are met: Either they wed or if they don't, they must both come to agreement before any decisions are made. If they wed outside of the family or one of their other siblings, their spouses must not have any say in political decisions.

Dragon eggs are kept with their mothers, and are only eligible for selection once they hatch and reaching are certain size. Depending on their speed of growth, this could be within a few decades.

All unclaimed or wild dragons will be raised in the Dragon Reservoir. Due to Valyrian law limiting the number of dragons depending on where in the hierarchy you stand, a dragon will be returned to the Reservoir if no one claims it in a certain period of time after the prior rider passed and the funeral rites were followed through.

In reference to a previous poll where we got a near tie between two options, what should her 'fae' lineage be?

Referencing previous poll of mine

straight out of Wattpad 😩#monsterunderthebed #cpop #treanding #obsessed ...

Thinking of making an Aemond x oc fic with these vibes. Oh, and the oc is a transmigration/reincarnation.

Note: All of this has a reincarnation/transmigration aspect to it.

Not likely to murder secretly is reference to competitors or people trying to steal his wife/fiance/betrothed/lover.

Comment your reason on why he is or isn't a yandere in canon

QUESTION: HOW MANY PEOPLE WANT MORE TWISTED SELF-INSERT/MODERN CHARACTER INSERT FICS SET WITHIN WESTEROS?

I've tried to find them on fanfiction sites, and it's hard to find good ones. Especially with female lead's who take advantage of their modern knowledge and stuff.

Part of the Dime Breaker Series

The feline recognizes you the very second your feet make it pass the entryway. You... His eyes follow your person while Charlie animatedly talks to you and you, ever the patient saint in Hell, listen and respond when necessary.

You take in the state of the building and offer your own artistic skill sets.

Your eyes lock together.

His breath hitches and his spin sporadically turns into a pillar with how stiff and rigid it ism

And...

You continue on as if unaffected by his presence. You gesture to few locations, offering ideas to make the hotel more welcoming—

Husk squints at the marks on your hand.

He knows he hurt you back then. It tore through him whenever he thought on how your once flourishing relationship came undone.

Yet, you didn't mend the injury till nothing remained of it.

It healed but left behind an echo of what happened.

"The fuck?" he grunts, leaning over the bar top and squinting.

Part of the Dime Breaker series

Some demons choose to keep their old names. Others pick a new one. For one reason or another.

You left yours behind for one simple fact: No one will know who you are. If you became prevalent in the future, questions will be made about your history. Where did you come from? Who were you before you died? What sent you down here?

If it became known you never existed in their human world to begin with... You didn't want to think about all the killer intent point at you like darts. All it takes is one perfectly or lucky aimed shot.

Just.

One.

You sip your tea. Rosie certainly is as delightful as you expect. Patiently waiting for you to pick a new name while talking about other subjects. Your abilities, your memories, etc.

You toy with a coin, the only thing to come with you into this world. It's face unique from their time. "Dime," you test.

"What's that, darling?"

"My name." You look up and shrug sheepishly. "I like how Dime sounds."

Rosie smiles brightly and bows slightly in greeting. "It's a delight to properly make your acquaintance, dear Dime."

Part of the Dime Breaker Series

Centuries pass before you see each other again. He's changed much from that slick casino cat with fancy suits and easy charm. While you... Frozen. As if unattended to by time's influences.

You enter the hotel with a grace uniquely yours, hair wispy and flowing behind like curling smoke. You take in the familiar surroundings. Had you not known of this place prior to it's creation, you'd think you were having deja-vu.

Charlie chipperly pitches you the mission of the Hazbin Hotel. Her girlfriend beside her as they lead you through the many rooms.

Your eyes snags a familiar pair but let's it go as soon as they meet. Three long silver lines on your hand tingles. His mark on you clear as ever.

You both known each other for centuries, long before your rises and his fall. However you both kept secrets back then.

For him, it was his growing desperation at each soul lost in a gamble.

For her, it was her life before this. Before Hell.

Husk thought it had something to do with her household or something akin to that sentiment. That'd explain her silence and withdrawing behavior when inquired on it.

That was the farthest from the truth:

You came from our world. Where he was nothing but fiction, a creation of an artist. You know his future, and yet, even as you try to stir him from it, you watch as he waltz into Alastor's hand. You tried to help. He swiped your hand, sharp nails slicing through your flesh.

"Leave," he grunted. His back turned to you. Tears stung yours as you obey his request. You'll bother him no longer.