Vinegar Stories

What happens when Y/N, a powerful elemental dragon, wakes up in a new world far from their home? They then remember why they are there, and why the king banished them. They got caught after the many times they killed. They were the greatest assassins in their world. A world called Euphoria. It was a magical place but now they were in this new world. A world in which had a lot of... dragons? With no horns? Or wings? Or tail? Join Y/N on this exciting adventure as they meet humans, demons, and... maybe the one for them? ~~~~~ This is an Asch x Dragon Reader fanfic. All characters belong to Aphmau except Y/N and their family! Y/N belongs to everyone! I'm going to try to stick as close to the original story as possible. WARNING: There will be profanity. Overall, thank you to whoever reads I appreciate it! I might make a spinoff with Leif because it was either him or Asch so enjoy! Also, all art is by me unless I say otherwise. Started July 10, 2023 Finished January 10, 2025 Most Impressive Rankings: #1 in Asch #1 in Pierce #1 in sugar #5 in Ava #6 in Rhys #9 in Noi #15 in Asch #39 in Aphmau

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Fresh out of college and ready to hit the work field, Camilla Caprese is over the moon when she is accepted into Crimson Corp. , one of the biggest companies in all of Italy! What she doesn't know is she's going to need a lot more than a good work ethic to keep this job. When she meets the cute and bubbly secretary, Doppio, always stationed at the front desk, she's immediately smitten with him. But when she makes more and more visits to the Boss' office, she soon finds herself torn between her shy yet sweet colleague and her mysterious and -perhaps even dangerous- Boss. Hello! This is my first long running/ multiple chapter fic. I'm used to doing one shots, but I decided to gather up my courage and try my hand at one of these OC x character type fics. I'm not usually one to use an OC in any of my writing, but for a story like this, it makes it easier to describe her vs the typical (y/n), but fill free to insert yourself anyway. I'm going to try a use a little Italian in the story too, but please forgive me, seeing as I don't speak it and I'm relying off internet translations. Also, it's worth mentioning I update sporadically and I may go weeks or even months without updating, but it doesn't mean I'm dead! I'm just making sure that I'm proud of what I publish instead of posting something rushed that makes everyone unhappy in the end. Please be patient with me as I write and create this story! None of the characters are mine except for Camilla Caprese and none of the art is mine either. If you are the creator of any art seen, message me and I will take it down. https://www.instagram.com/p/B5VheJCI5b1/?igshid=b4g0tqfi5jxn ^^^Artist credit for the cover art in the comments^^^ Thanks for reading!!

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I write these late at night. I was told when I was young, that you can attrack more flies with honey than vinegar. I wondered why. I went to the kitchen and grabbed both. I looked for the honey and its golden bottle. I tasted the sweetness and warmth of the honey ;the love it had cared with it from the hive to me was intoxicating to me. It was like when grandma gave me a kiss goodnight and I knew I was loved and I was her world. Because she was mine. I put the honey away and looked for the vinegar. I drank form the clear glass bottle. As I drank it burned my throat ,but the burning subsided and tasted more like the truth. The truth of that my first crush could never loved me like I loved them. I liked vinegar and honey equally maybe I liked vinegar more it was honset. But I find myself remising the tastes of both late at night. The pain and sadness of vinegar. The intoxicating sweetness and healing of honey.

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