Warning! Under heavy editing. Many chapters will be taken down on November 27, 2022. 6 year old Y/N had lived with the Moonshadow elves for as long as she could remember. She and her friend Rayla are training to become assassins, but there were some aspects about Y/N that might not quite match up. She doesn't have pointy ears or horns, and even worse, she can't use magic. The only thing remotely elvish about her was her wings. Dragon wings. Runaan still allows her to continue her training along with Rayla. The two did everything together, rarely seen apart. Then Rayla was allowed on a mission, and Y/N left behind. She felt rejected, but also concerned. Her friend couldn't be an assassin, somehow she'd known it since she met her, but she never said anything. It wasn't that she was missing something. She had everything she needed, courage, stubbornness, skill... But she had too much of a heart to kill. Disclaimer! I do not own The Dragon Prince or any of its characters, but I wrote this fanfiction myself. None of the pictures are mine at this point. I'm debating whether or not to draw my own cover, we shall see. Under Editing! If it doesn't make sense, there's a reason. Please have patience.

Y/N was getting sick of the South Pole. Her cocky twin brother Sokka, her insufferable little sister Katara, the endless snow, ice, water, and chores. Yes, she loved the place, and her family, but ever since father left she had basically been looking after the whole village. Wake up, train with siblings, go fishing, cook, and go to bed. Every. Single. Day. But everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Disclaimers! None of the art is mine unless said otherwise. I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender or it's characters. Why is this labeled as mature? Some gruesome descriptions, and dark themes. All possibly triggering pieces have warnings to notify the readers beforehand.

THIS IS BOOK 𝐈𝐈 OF ❝MY MOONEYES❞ PLEASE READ THE FIRST BOOK IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY WARNING: CONTAINS SMUT AND CURSING ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ I'm having a shitty life. The Arcane Order wants the annihilation of every living creature on Earth. But there is no way in hell they will even get close to it. Not when I'm standing here, alive and breathing. This is the day we will make our final stand. For we are already in Elysium, and even our deaths would not be in vain. Halo, My Angels! Welcome to the final book in the duology. ❰#3 in ROTT❱ ❰#2 in riseofthetitans❱ ❰#4 in hisirdoux❱ ❰#6 in hisirdouxcasperan❱ ❰#30 in toa❱ © - 2022 xXAngeliqueLeXx

Continuation of Oh, Fuzz Buckets (by Kittycatyellow) Still trying to hide Nari from the Arcane order, you find yourself in trouble again and again. Danger around every corner and a power you can't control. Having three weapons from three people you loved is hard to control, including those three sides inside you. Y/n finds herself struggling to control all three weapons and sides of her without problems. But what happens when you have to many to control? You control them into one. After hurting almost everyone around her and her powers spiraling out of control, y/n believes that she is going to doom everyone. When in truth, it is her... That SAVES everyone.