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a knight's honor + choi seungcheol

he hadn't expected rescuing you to be so simple, and you had been waiting for him in more ways than one.

part one | part two

wc.5868 | smut, flangst, royal au, princess!reader and knight!cheol, its like tangled meets shrek, i recognize that thats awful but i cant help it, this is (again) some soft dirty shit, title kinks, begging, overstim, kinda edging?, unprotected sex (its like ye olden times ok pregnancy was magic and stds were curses), pls have safe sex irl, cream pie, unrealistic representation of how virgins have sex but thats why its erotica, vague mention of sexual harrassment of minors (wanted to include this just in case), cursing (this should be a given at this point)

this was originally meant to be a goofy drabble based off of this post from @hansols-yoda-boxers and then i predictably got extremely carried away and wrote something way too angsty, only carried a couple of comedic elements, and then doused it all in porn with too much plot. thanks for the inspo, mercy!

seungcheol swiftly rode through the oversized halls of the castle, leading the dragon further from the living quarters. further from the tower. further from you. he knew you had waited for someone like him to arrive, and he felt awful for making you wait even longer, but dragons were far too long living to be slain. they were meant to be outsmarted.

his trusty steed galloped, only slowing to turn sharp corners, causing the dragon to crash into the walls as it tried to follow. the halls got narrower, and seungcheol said a word of encouragement to his horse as it neared a closed wooden door.

the door burst open with an explosion of splinter and hooves into a nearly empty dining hall, and the dragon crashed into the doorway and clawed desperately at the floor as it tried to fit its too large body through the narrow opening. as it realized its folly, it tried to back out, but the force at which it was chasing seungcheol had wedged its body further into the doorway than expected. he grinned victoriously, patting his steed's neck and urging it towards the other hall entrance as the dragon roared in his wake.

and again, he rode, as fast as his horse would take him back to you, his almost too long hair blown back by the speed. a smile creeped onto his face. had it really been that easy? they could be back to the royal castle by sundown. he was never one to brag, but he wondered how so many could have failed before him if all he had to do to succeed was lead the dragon away until it trapped itself.

he was a well revered knight at home. he was smart, strong, and he knew how to speak diplomatically. he had climbed ranks young, younger than any before him. the king had taken a liking to him years earlier, so much so that he had delayed seungcheol's mission to save his daughter in fear that he would fail. not because he didn't believe in him, no, seungcheol had always been their best bet by far, and he had argued to be sent sooner, but the king had always denied his requests. because no one in eight years had ever succeeded. because he saw seungcheol as the son he had never been given. because he refused to lose yet another child to the foul beast.

he flew off his horse at the base of the stairwell, giving her a reassuring pat and eyeing the stone walls that were stroked with bright colors and patterns. his fingers followed the painted seam of a leaf before he hopped up the first few steps, hand landing on the hilt of his sword, unsure if he would truly be able to save you without a fight. the stairs wound upwards, and seungcheol lost track of how many steps he had taken less than halfway. even still, the discomfort of the hike dissipated as he approached a large wooden door, and he took the last few steps quickly in anticipation.

he almost tested the handle, then thought better. he leaned against the door with a hand instead, listening. "princess?"

he heard wood shift against stone. "who goes there?"

your voice even sounded beautiful though the thick wood of the door, with a lilt that he almost recognized. "my princess, i am sir seungcheol, a knight of your father's table, and i've come to rescue you from this abandoned castle."

there was a pause, then he hurriedly backed away from the door as he heard approaching footsteps. the door swung open inwards, and he was doused in the sunlight that streamed from the room you lived in.

you were beautiful, he thought. even more beautiful than the legends said. perhaps they had tried their best, but seungcheol knew they hadn't seen you like he could now. he remembered when he was lucky enough to have met you briefly at a spring festival, back when such things happened in the kingdom. before you were taken and the happiness had left. he remembered the way you smiled and danced with him as only a child, but being viewed through his wide, curious eyes, wondering why the kingdom's only princess had held his hand and swung him around her in the plaza. his heart felt light as he saw the same features upon your face, matured and even more lovely than ever. he wondered if you remembered him, too, despite knowing that you had danced with likely a hundred others, though only some of them as young as he had been. he was so caught up in thinking about how he may be the first in the kingdom to see you since your taking, he hardly noticed the look you were giving him, one hand on the door and the other on your hip.

"you didn't kill her, did you?"

seungcheol blinked. "k-kill her?"

"penelope. the dragon," you specified, despite feeling as though you truly shouldn't have to. "you didn't kill her?"

his hand left the hilt of his sword, and he kneeled, bowing his head as he remembered who you were to him. "no, my princess. slaying dragons is not something i would do willingly."

you stared at him, his dark hair grazing over his eyes as he looked back at you in awe, and your gaze softened at his words of respect to the powerful race. no one had ever made it this far, not the entire time you had lived in this castle. when he had arrived, you were with penelope in the garden, and she spotted the horse riding dutifully towards the castle. you questioned her noises, then watched her gaze, quickly mounted her back and allowed her to take you back to your tower as the horse neared. you had heard penelope when she roared in the distance - the same roar she gave when you had to help her untangle from a chained chandelier last week - and you had wondered how he trapped her. how he outsmarted her. although, you thought. it was before midday, and penelope had always been slightly slower in the mornings.

nevertheless, there was a handsome man kneeling before you, with a proven heart of gold and a penchant for calling you his princess, and you had been feeling particularly lonely as the recent weeks dragged on.

you reached down for his hand, which he extended to meet yours. he kissed the back of your hand briefly before rising to his feet again, his eyes never leaving your face. "princess, if i may speak freely-"

"you may," you said, looking up to him expectantly.

"you are the most beautiful being i have ever laid my eyes upon. are you sure you're not a goddess?"

you felt your chest set aflame at the compliment. "sir seungcheol, if i didn't know you were a knight, i would say you were courting me."

you smiled when his eyes got big, realizing his mistake. "milady, i apologize, i did not mean to-"

"hush, my brave knight." his jaw clenched when you purred the words to him, pulling him by the hand into your living quarters.

he looked about the round room, taking in as much of it as he could. the ornate canopy bed opposite the door, against the only flat wall in the tower. where the walls jointed on one side, there was a steep staircase leading up to a lofted area, and on the other, a door. the windows were large and let in lots of light, one of which was pushed open to allow a breeze to waft through the room. large bookshelves curved along one side, with a ladder expertly positioned under the section you were currently reading through. the tall walls were covered in paintings, some old and sunwashed, while others were as vibrant as the blue sky, and many that fell somewhere between. a hobby you had picked up with time, he supposed, before he remembered the similar paintings he had seen at the base of the stairwell. had you been brave enough to venture down there, as well, when you had run out of space here? he noticed a table to his right, at which there was an askew wooden chair. that must have been where you were sat when he arrived, and he moved towards it, finding a notebook and a quill. he looked away from your neat handwriting, not wishing to invade your privacy, before hearing you shut the door.

"i've never had visitors."

he stared at you as you closed the small gap between the two of you. "i-"

"you didn't mean to visit, i know," you said, fingers running up the chainmail on his forearm. "you meant to rescue. but alas, sir seungcheol, i may have once been prisoner here, but the fearsome penelope has grown fond of me. i have been free to go for years."

he watched your face, his fingers itching to reach for you. "my princess, what keeps you here, then? so far from the kingdom that loves you?"

you exhaled lightly, realizing you hadn't spoken to anyone but a dragon about anything for far too long, much less these feelings. perhaps sir seungcheol wasn't the worst person to confide in, if he had made it past your tenacious penelope. "i was still so young when i was taken, but even then, my parents only ever spoke of me as a pawn for the kingdom." your voice was quieter than you intended, and you noticed seungcheol's shoulders tense, not wanting to react poorly to his king's action, but unable to not empathize with you. "i was a disappointment from birth for not being a son. all they wanted me for was to marry someone from a powerful family. that was my role to them, and the sooner the better. when i was taken, i was almost thankful." you thought a moment, and seungcheol watched you like he was on the edge of his seat. "fate bought me some time."

"my princess, i'm sorry," he paused, hesitating. "i didn't realize the hardship-"

"how old were you?" you asked, interrupting him before he could claim you had a hard life. you didn't. you knew that. you were luckier than most. "were you a knight before i left?"

he looked down at you, your eyes large as you questioned him. "n-no, i pledged because of your taking."

you smiled vaguely. "you joined to save me?"

seungcheol's eyes hid from yours suddenly. "yes, i suppose that is why," he said, adjusting his belt and the equipment that hung from it. your eyes flicked downwards as he cleared his throat. "it happened a week before my sixteenth birthday. i volunteered as soon as i could."

you watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed, still avoiding your gaze and instead staring at the paintings adorning the walls. sixteen was the youngest anyone was allowed to enlist, but none that joined that young ever got knighted. you thought of the dedication he must have had at such a young age, but you remembered that you had befriended a dragon at the same age. "you're not much older than i, then."

his lip folded under his teeth, eyes on a deep purple painting of the dragon - penelope, you had called her. "i know."

just then, the floor shook with a low grumbling roar. your eyes went to the window. "sounds like penelope escaped your trap."

seungcheol's hand went to his sword immediately, and you pushed his hand away from the hilt.

"please, sir seungcheol," you gave him a teasing look. "she only bites if i want her to."

he looked at you, hearing the gust of strong flapping wings approaching. "do you want her to?"

you smiled. "not at all."

you went to the window as the dragon approached, the tower being cast in darkness as her wings obscured the windows and shaking as she gingerly gripped it, her head poking in through the opening. he wondered how often she did that. if the tower was at risk of collapsing from her visits.

"are you okay?" you asked, placing a hand on her snout. "he didn't hurt you, did he?"

seungcheol swallowed hard as he watched you, doing his best to not show fear. he had spent six years training to, against his better judgement, slay the so-called "ruthless" dragon that had killed many knights before him, yet here you were, baby talking to it. and it was chirping in response. he allowed the two of you to exchange words and grunts for longer than he felt comfortable, but he truly wasn't in much of a state to stop you.

"well, go on, then," you said finally. "go take a nap, you had a hard morning, we shouldn't get any more visitors for a few weeks."

the dragon let out a gentle roar, and sunlight flooded back into the room as it left, flapping away. he approached you as you watched her, and he wondered if you intended to stay here forever.

"she only kills people with wicked hearts," you said quietly.

seungcheol stood beside you by the window, watching your profile. "she can sense them?"

you nodded, and he thought of all the brave men that had come before him only to never return. he had idolized them, once, when he was too young to understand, but he knew she was right. they only dreamt of the riches saving her would bring them. men the age of your father bragging that they would bring you back for you to be made their queen, giving them the kingdom. you would be indebted to them, they had said. he wondered how the men that had sworn to protect the kingdom and its inhabitants could speak such vulgar words about the one and only princess, especially when you had been only a child when you were taken. seungcheol was the youngest knight among them, the youngest to be accepted of any trainees, even to this day. bottom of the pecking order. he knew if he said something, he would never get the chance to save you for the right reasons. to try. to succeed. so he had kept his mouth shut for far too long. now, he thought, they had gotten what they had deserved.

"i've been waiting," you sighed, turning to look up at him, his gaze shooting away from yours on instinct. "for a man with a good heart. a man smart enough to be worthy of my hand."

seungcheol stared at the open window as you walked behind him, trying to understand your words in a way that did not mean him. "p-princess, i don't think i under-"

you tugged at the ties of his armor, remembering well the way your home army built it. he jumped, grasping at the metal chest plate before it clattered against the ground. "sir seungcheol, why don't you stay a while?"

he leaned the chestplate against the wall and spun to face you, brows furrowed. he had sworn to protect and serve you blindly, giving up any family he may have dreamed of having in the past. he had rejected courtship in favor of being fully prepared to die in an attempt to save you from your prison. and when he found you, my god, he couldn't have been more blown away. you were more stunning than he could have ever imagined, a radiance to you that was indescribable. he wanted to take you home, to the kingdom he called home. to your parents, the king and queen, and to reunite the royal family for the first time in nearly a decade. he wanted to see the way he had imagined your face would light up at the reunion. but you…

your hands landed on his chest, now only covered by a cotton tunic, your fingers splayed across the toned muscle beneath the fabric. "i've… never had visitors…"

your repeated phrase read like a plea, and his hands instinctively went up to hold you in comfort. your eyes met his again, and he begged to any god that would listen for a way to say no. but the way your gaze held his, your small hands against his pounding chest, the way your teeth briefly pulled back your lower lip…

he prayed for forgiveness for breaking oath before he raised a hand to your jaw, leaning down into you.

your fingers gripped at his tunic in anticipation as your lips met, and you sighed happily at the contact. his lips were soft and plush against yours, and you considered how lucky you were that the knight smart enough to reach you was also incredibly beautiful. his eyelashes brushed against your cheek before he pulled away, and he held your face near his.

"my princess, why me?" he searched your eyes. "i've already sworn my life to serve you. you could have any prince in th-"

"oh, hush," you smiled briefly. "my dear, sweet, noble seungcheol. you being the one to reach me has been service enough."

though seungcheol would never desire to oppose you, he disagreed. he had so much more to do for you. he pulled your waist into him, kissing you deeper. you moaned into his mouth, and he thought you sounded more angellic than any choir he had ever heard. his fingers dug into the fabric of your dress, and he wondered briefly how much you wanted from him. how horribly would he desecrate the oath of knightship for your sake? everything in him yearned for you, a feeling he had never fathomed before. how could he possibly say no, when your body was against his, begging for him to say yes?

you pulled at the strings holding his armguards, letting the chainmail and leather clatter to the floor on either side of you, and seungcheol watched you, swollen lips parted slightly, as you unthreaded the corset of your dress.

"seungcheol?"

his dark eyes met yours, an involuntary reaction to you calling him casually shooting straight to his groin. his hands were on your waist when his tongue shot out to wet his suddenly dry lips. "how can i serve you better, princess?"

you smiled slowly, pulling your hair away from your nape as you spun in his grip. "help me out?"

seungcheol's voice may have wavered slightly when he said "of course," but his motions were anything but hesitant. you briefly wondered if he had done this for any women before you, taking down their dress ties and coaxing the material off their shoulders like he did yours. or, perhaps, you thought excitedly. perhaps he just had a sister at home, or he had aided his mother in the past, and this would be something new for him, as well.

the tunic and corset fell from your form, leaving you in a thin slip and your undergarments, and you turned again, stepping out of the fabric around your ankles to push into seungcheol's chest, pushing him towards the bed in which you spent every night alone for far too long, your lips desperately seeking his. his fingers gripped around your waist, and he felt the warmth of your beautiful skin on his fingertips through the cotton material that kept him from seeing all of you, and it ignited something in him.

seungcheol slipped an arm below your hips to lift you slightly, swinging you over and walking you to your neatly made bed. his clothes, he thought. he had ridden through mud that morning. he sank to his knees as he placed you at the foot of the bed, not wanting to bring the taint of the outside world into the sheets you dreamt upon. you held him, down on one knee between your split legs, as his lips trailed down your neck, and his hands ran down the curve of your hip in a hurry. your hands never left his neck, his nape, his shoulders. you felt him tense at your vocal reaction to his touch. you adored the way he touched you. like you were a sculpture. a beautiful form in clay, and he had to swipe the pads of his fingers over every inch to make sure it was right. you were nothing less than perfection to him, and he had to make sure his sculpture represented the curve of your waist well, and the way it met your breasts, then down your spine and over your hip, feeling around your ass before running down your thighs. you sighed and moaned, making his fingers tense on whatever flesh he was grasping at those moments, and you wondered if all of it would feel this good.

"seungcheol," you said suddenly, hands cradling his skull as he paused his hushed praises of your collarbones to look up at you. "i'm not asking this of you as your princess."

a small smile tugged at his cheeks, dimpling them, understanding what you wished to clarify. "princess," he addressed, but with a dark tonal change that had you tingling for contact. "i'm not doing this as your knight."

you only managed to smile at him briefly before he dug his hands under your slip, pulling the cotton over your head. he tossed it somewhere behind you, but it didn't matter, because you didn't even have time to be annoyed that he was severely more dressed than you before his mouth dipped to your core.

you gasped, hard, the feeling of his tongue on your clit through your panties, and you grasped at his hair desperately. seungcheol only grunted when you stuttered out his name, and he only looked up at you, still tasting at you through the fabric. "christ, seungcheol, i'm sensitive."

he nodded, lulling you into a false sense of reprieve as he pulled away, but it almost felt like pity when all he said was "you taste too good," and all he did was pull your panties down your thighs. you didn't see where those got discarded, either, because you were too distracted by the stars that danced across your canopy, you back arcing over your bed at the feeling of seungcheol's tongue pressing into you, his lips latching around your sensitive hood and making you squeal out repetitions of his name, gripping at anything you could. his hands held your thighs up, out of his way, but in a position comfortable for you, letting you settle your legs where it felt best. he could feel your walls tensing around his languid muscle, and your grip on his hair, right at the crown of his skull, made him throb in need. you cried out loud, and if you were capable of coherent thought as you came hard, and directly on his tongue, you would have been asking why it never felt this good when you had gotten yourself off. maybe seungcheol was the answers to your prayers after all.

his eyes met yours again when you finally managed to open them, and he licked a wide stripe up your pussy. you could almost focus on his pupils, dilated in lust, and he tugged at the ties around his riding boots. he pulled you to sit up as he stood, pressing your lips together again. you moaned, tasting yourself on him, your arms instinctively draping themselves around his shoulders as he hurriedly undid his belt buckle. you adjusted your posture, and you were tugging at where his tunic was tucked into the belt he was stripping away from his body, pulling it over his head as soon as he dropped his equipment on the ground. you were on your knees at the foot of your bed, your hands skating up his gorgeous torso, still not over how insanely lucky you felt to have been found by possibly the most perfect man in existence.

then, when he shoved his pants down his hips and his undergarments went with it, you were absolutely positive he was the most perfect man in existence.

his member was hot and heavy, and you had to swallow to stop yourself from drooling onto yourself as you sat back. you reached for it, and seungcheol hissed at the contact as your fingers wrapped around the shaft. his lips chased yours, hips inadvertently thrusting into your hand while he kicked off his boots. when he stopped, so did you, and his eyes opened to look your face up and down.

"princess, this would likely be punishable by death if i were any other knight."

you knew he was right, but you now knew that the two of you held all the cards. the tiniest detail he had implied - only punishable if he were any other knight. your father liked him. and he had saved his beautiful daughter and heiress to the throne. anything could happen from here, and you two would end up on top. you smiled, only enough for him to barely catch it as he caught his breath, then kissed him briefly. "let's make it worth while, then, shall we?"

seungcheol's stomach clenched at your words, his grip on your hips tight. he gave you a need filled kiss before flipping you onto your stomach, lifting your hips until your knees settled at an angle on either side of his legs. he held himself at your entrance, gathering your leaking juices on the head of his already red hot cock as you moaned helplessly into your blankets, your full chest pushing into the mattress. your hand skated down to him, brushing over his fingers on your hip before he grabbed it and pushed your hand against your back. you whined, trying your hardest to push back onto him despite him holding you off.

"you'll hurt yourself, princess," seungcheol warned, eyebrows crinkling as he tried to stave off his want to snap full into your velvety cushioned walls, only dipping himself into you a centimeter at a time. you could only whine again, then gasped once when his full head popped into you.

"please, seungcheol, please please," you begged, tears threatening your eyes as they stinged with want. your fingernails dug into his hand. "i need you. all of it. please."

he groaned at your pleas, his hips jerking ever so slightly as you moaned in response. he let go of your hand to grip your hips with both hands, and you scrambled, using your newly recovered limb to push yourself back into his hips. you screamed into your blanket as seungcheol let out a choked moan, suddenly fully sheathed in your warmth. you were breathing heavily, mind swimming at the feeling of him stretching you out wide, and all the incredible places he was hitting. it hurt, slightly, but god it hurt good. he paused, praying to god he didn't cum just from the feeling of you around him - he needed this, and he needed a lot of it. he would never forgive himself for cutting it off early.

you were gasping as you pushed your palms into the bed, moving your body forward and pushing back again, really savoring the way his thick cock fit snugly in you, the way it fucked into a sweet spot you had never reached before. your babbling became less coherent as seungcheol recovered his ability to move, pulling you back into his thrusting hips with a pleasantly tight grip around your waist. he leaned forward over you, pinching at your nipples before letting one hand roam down your stomach to your core. you yelped, your elbows buckling as his finger brushed against your clit. you collapsed into the mattress, though he was holding your hips up to where his met them repeatedly, and you moaned, desperately trying to lift yourself off of your own face. his other hand pulled your hair away from your neck, gripping it in a loose ponytail as he kissed your shoulder blade.

"you're the most perfect thing i've ever seen," seungcheol said breathlessly. "the most perfect thing i've ever felt."

you pressed your neck into the blanket, desperately twisting and trying to see him as you were steadily climbing towards a second release. you wanted to say something equally as poetic and sensual, but when his dark eyes found yours, and you moaned in the same moment, you had already said the most sensual thing you could have. and then, you swore you saw a dark smirk on his lips before they hungrily mouthed at yours.

you squirmed beneath him gasping and curling your toes as he pounded into you, the sound of his hips against your ass echoing off the far wall vaguely. your release came fast and hard, the same way he fucked you through it, and seungcheol used every ounce of discipline he had to keep himself away from ending this as you pleaded for him to cum with you, voice cracking as he snapped into you.

you were somewhere between babbling and crying, your vision blurred from a combination of the way his cock felt like heaven and the moisture that had accumulated in your eyes from the orgasm, and your hand grasped at his as it clumsily rubbed against your nearly spent clit. you laced your fingers with his, pulling it up to your breast, and he rolled a nipple between a finger and a thumb until you were pushing yourself back onto him again, desperate for more of what only he could give you.

you could only gasp when he pulled from you completely, your pussy aching as it stopped accommodating for seungcheol's considerable girth. your hands gripped at his shoulders as he rolled you over again, and you easily aided him in repositioning you on the bed, giving him ample space to toss you around as much as he wanted.

you attached your lips to his neck, starting to crave him deep in you again, if only he would just let go. you wanted to feel him chase after his high with no concern for you. you needed to feel his cum stain your walls. your open mouthed kisses down his pulse as you begged for him to just lose himself in you, and god did that sound delightful, but he didn't want to be done yet.

his still slick cock bumped into your clit, making you squeal against his shoulder, biting down briefly. his arm nearly buckled, and you registered the reaction just in time to bite down on his pulse as he pushed into you again.

with his knees on either side of your hips, he was curled over you, pulling your thighs down to sink you onto his cock. you wiped at his hair, slick with sweat now, and you imagined how lovely he would look in your mosaic wash tub in the room behind your bed, lit by the moonlight streaming through the window as you sat on his lap, taking in as much of him as you were now. you hoped he would be okay with staying long enough to fulfill some of your wandering youthful fantasies. his lips landed on yours again as you gripped at his hair, noises falling out of you as he split you in half.

he sat up, making his member curve into you addictively, and your back arched slightly in reaction. he ran his hands up your torso, curving around your breasts, playing with your nipples, rolling his hips gently into yours as you let out some of the most explicit and seductive moans seungcheol could have ever hoped to hear. you rolled your hips over his and he grunted, brow twitching inwards as he stared down at you. you looked back up at him, then rolled them again, making him drop his head. you pulled a deep moan from him with another roll, and as you continued your motions, his cock bulging into all your pressure points, you were whining for release as he was letting out short gasps, brows knit together. he suddenly laced his fingers with yours, then pulled your hips onto his abruptly with his palm on your thigh, and you shook with pleasure as you felt hot rope after hot rope make a complete mess of your cunt, your walls pulling him deeper, cum seeping out around the dick that took up too much space in you.

"fuck," he groaned, wiping back his damp hair as your nails scraped down his chest. "i didn't want to cum."

your mouth was hanging open and your eyes were only half lidded, and seungcheol thought he had never seen a more appealing expression in his life. "i needed you to."

his soul returned to his body as your words sent a rush of arousal into his body again, and he briefly wondered if he would ever stop wanting to be in you. he pulled one of your hands from his chest to place too gentle kisses across your knuckles, and he pumped into you slowly, white streaks leaking out as his cock steadily refilled the space. he pulled out, using a hand on his cock to collect some of the leaking cum and pushing it back into you. you practically wailed, fingers digging into his thighs as your messy cunt pulsed around him.

"s-s-" you whined, the name unable to be vocalised as he pumped deeper into you. "sss- s-!"

"yes, princess," he panted, a hand wrapping gently around your throat. despite there being no pressure, the warmth of his hand on you made you groan. his voice was low and harsh, like gravel. "am i serving you well?"

"s-sir," you gasped, finding the title easier to force out than his name in that moment. "i'm-m gon- god, s-seungcheol, i'm gonna-"

the hand on your throat slipped between your neck and the plush pillow, lifting your face up to be directly under his, and you watched him glower at you with a gap between your lips. "then cum, baby."

and with his chocolate eyes on yours, you quaked below him, clawing at his back and squeezing him tight. soon his lips were a comforting presence on yours, and your toes curled aimlessly with the backdrop of your ceiling as your face burned red, embarrassed by his ability to egg you on so successfully.

"you are incredible," seungcheol said finally, kissing at your squeezed shut eyelids. "how lucky am i that you saw something in me."

your eyes opened slowly, heat still radiating off your cheeks from your orgasm. "sir seungcheol, i think we may have been destined to cross paths."

he thought of the brief time you had danced with him at festival. the reason he dreamt of being a knight. the way your father took favor of him. the way his entire adolescence had been spent training to rescue you. perhaps, he thought. perhaps you were right.

and whether you were or not, when his lips met yours again and his hand caressed your cheek, you were once again nothing but putty in his hands. his fingers felt like they were designed to specifically hold your body, and he was that much closer to believing you were his destiny.

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nachtgraves · 4 years

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Fic: Dragon!Fuyuhiko Pt. 3

I’ve been hella sick and still am but here’s 3k of unresolved sexual tension carried over from part two of this series that (spoilers) does eventually get resolved ;p. This is a direct continuation so be sure to have at least read part 2.

Here’s part 1 and part 2. Or read the series on AO3.

Title: Night Cap / AO3 Word Count: 3, 240 Warnings/Tags: E. Alternate Universe, dragon!fuyuhiko, hajime is still thirsty, fuyuhiko is still a tease, hajime discovers some fuyuhiko-related kinks, oral sex, using food to seduce. Summary: Fuyuhiko is actively trying to kill him, he’s sure of it.

Happy New Year!

Hajime doesn’t know what to expect when he and Fuyuhiko arrive at Fuyuhiko’s apartment building. Unsurprisingly, it’s one of those tall, fancy buildings, all reflective glass and gleaming metal, that requires a code to be punched in to get in and a doorman who welcomes Fuyuhiko as Mr. Kuzuryuu and Hajime as Mr. Hinata when he gives his name. The elevator requires a code as well before Fuyuhiko hits the button for the top-most floor.

He thought something might happen in the ride up, but Fuyuhiko keeps his back to Hajime and doesn’t say a word. Just rolls his neck and swings the take-out bag from the restaurant that holds his chocolate mousse. Hajime’s afraid his heart is pounding loud enough to be heard and remembers that Fuyuhiko’s a dragon so it’s definitely heard. That doesn’t help things at all. But Fuyuhiko says nothing, does nothing but glance over his shoulder, his expression giving nothing away.

When the lift doors finally open, Fuyuhiko leads the way to the last door at the end of the hallway. He unlocks the door and holds it open for Hajime, waving him in. “After you.”

Hajime mumbles a thank you and walks into a living room with a large TV, low coffee table, and long, comfortable looking couch.

Fuyuhiko closes the door behind them as Hajime looks around. The lock clicks loudly even with Hajime’s heart pounding in his ears.

“Have a seat, make yourself comfortable. I’ll get our drinks. I know I said cognac but I have wine, water, soda too I think.”

“Um, I’m fine with anything. Thanks.” Hajime sets the bag on the coffee table and takes a seat on the couch but can’t follow the last of Fuyuhiko’s directions. He doesn’t sit for long, almost immediately gets to the floor so he can take out Fuyuhiko’s dessert and set it up to give him something to do other than sweat through his shirt.

It’s a three layered mousse going from light to dark in a clear plastic cup, topped with strawberries and chocolate shavings with two wafer rolls stuck in. It looks delicious and from Fuyuhiko’s promises, probably tastes just as good if not better.

‘…you can taste the mousse and cognac I have at home off of me. However you image that,’ Fuyuhiko’s suggestion at the restaurant echoes in his mind and he quickly distracts himself by looking around the apartment.

It’s incredibly clean, practically spotless, but there’s signs of living. A sweater hung over a chair, a book with a bookmark wedged more than halfway through, a remote sunk halfway between couch cushions. There are bookshelves against the wall that are filled with books and a few framed photos. Even more books are neatly arranged on shelving built into the walls.

“What’re you doing on the floor?”

Hajime bangs his knee on the table rushing to his feet. “Fuh… Um. Nothing. Just…”

The rest of Hajime’s words disappear as he takes in Fuyuhiko’s altered appearance. He’d followed his own advice that Hajime hadn’t been able to. While Fuyuhiko had been getting glasses and his bottle of fancy looking liquor, he’d discarded his tie and undone the top three buttons of his shirt.

“Hajime?” The ring of amusement in Fuyuhiko’s tone brings a flush to Hajime’s cheeks and his gaze up.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I took out the mousse, it looks really good.” When he adjusts his tie, Fuyuhiko grins.

“They make the best dairy-free ones I’ve ever tried,” Fuyuhiko says, setting the glasses on the table and opening the cognac. “For future reference, I’m lactose intolerant and if you make any height jokes because of that, I will eat you.” Bent over to pour, Fuyuhiko’s collar gapes open, allowing Hajime to see down Fuyuhiko’s chest to a hint of nipple. “And not in a pleasant way.”

Hajime swallows hard and tears his gaze to the tulip glasses filling with cognac. He has to adjust his tie, it feels like he’s being strangled. Fuyuhiko finishes pouring them a modest amount each and hands Hajime a glass. Hajime barely manages to not drop it when their fingers touch. He swears Fuyuhiko’s mouth twitches and eyes flash.

Fuyuhiko walks around to sit on the couch, though saying he climbs onto it would be more accurate. He positions himself with his back resting against the armrest, one leg bent up against the back of the couch and the other bent flat under him. “C’mon, sit down.”

Hajime does as bid, legs pressed together and back straight, cognac held between both hands in his lap, leaving a respectable distance between him and the dragon. He swears Fuyuhiko snickers but the man holds out his glass. “Cheers.”

“Cheers.” Hajime sips the liquor hesitantly but it’s a lot more pleasant than he was expecting of straight liquor. It’s almost fruity, warm as if spiced, and doesn’t burn terribly going down his throat. “Oh wow, this is really good.”

“I don’t share it often, consider yourself lucky.” Fuyuhiko sips from his glass, watching Hajime over the rim. His throat, framed by his undone shirt and lost tie, bobs as he swallows. Hajime’s gaze fixes on the movement. Fuyuhiko licks his lips of any stray drops. Hajime shifts in his seat.

“Oh no, I forgot spoons,” Fuyuhiko says sounding anything but regretful. “I really don’t want to get back up.”

“I can get them,” Hajime offers.

The look Fuyuhiko throws is very similar to one Chiaki’s thrown him when something goes right over his head.

“Or not,” he takes back slowly, tone just shy of turning it into a question.

Fuyuhiko uncurls the leg under him and stretches it out over Hajime’s lap. Hajime barely moves his drink out of the way. “What you can grab is the mousse.”

Hajime puts his drink on the table and reaches for the cup of mousse. He’s exceptionally aware and thus careful of Fuyuhiko’s leg across his lap. Being around Fuyuhiko normally has him affected, and after dinner, and now this, he’s going to need to find a moment to calm down before he embarrasses himself more than he already has.

When he gets the mousse, he hands it over to Fuyuhiko but the dragon doesn’t take it. Instead, he picks out a strawberry and scoops out a dollop of chocolate with it. And then he slowly sucks the strawberry clean before biting into it.

“Mmm,” Fuyuhiko moans, eyes fluttering shut. “You really should try it.”

Hajime’s throat is bone dry.

Fuyuhiko finishes off his strawberry and licks the juice off his fingers. Hajime doesn’t move. He’s barely remembering not to crush the plastic cup in his hand nor to drop it. Fuyuhiko quirks a brow. “C’mon, don’t be shy. Here.”

And Hajime is relieved for the second Fuyuhiko takes his leg back but that brief moment of respite is just that, a brief moment, that transitions into a greater danger to Hajime’s senses. Fuyuhiko puts his drink on the table and shifts onto his knees, bracing one hand on Hajime’s shoulder to balance himself, but he leaves his hand there, burning through Hajime’s shirt. With his other hand, he plucks out one of the wafer rolls and swirls it in the chocolate before holding it up to Hajime’s mouth. It’d a good thing Hajime’s jaw is already slack. But Fuyuhiko fumbles and a shock of cold cream against his cheek makes Hajime jump.

“Whoops, my bad,” Fuyuhiko says, sounding not the least bit remorseful. He shuffles closer, until his knees bump against Hajime’s thigh and he doesn’t need Hajime’s shoulder to balance himself. He moves that hand up to Hajime’s cheek, thumb swiping slowly over where cold mousse is basically melting with how flushed Hajime is. Fuyuhiko sucks on his thumb and Hajime makes a dying whale noise in the back of his throat. Fuyuhiko is actively trying to kill him, he’s sure of it.

“You okay?” Fuyuhiko asks, his mouth curves around the tip of his thumb that surely has to be licked clean already.

Hajime gives a jerky nod. “Y-hup. Uh, yes. Perfect.”

Fuyuhiko watches steadily for a pause before his head falls and his shoulders start shaking.

Startled, Hajime puts the mousse on the table and hovers his hands over Fuyuhiko, not sure if he should touch him. “Fuyuhiko? Did I, are you—”

“Pfft.” Fuyuhiko interrupts with laughter, falling into the couch. Hajime watches, confused, as Fuyuhiko lets whatever’s humored him so out of his system. When his laughter dies down to a broad grin, Fuyuhiko says, “I’m sorry, you were too cute.” He munches on the wafer roll, finishing it in two quick bites and licks the crumbs from his lips. “And I didn’t want to scare you off.”

“Just give me a heart attack,” Hajime mutters, sinking back into the couch. Of course Fuyuhiko was just teasing him. It’s not like it’s difficult to turn Hajime into a bumbling idiot around the dragon.

“Why would I do that?” Fuyuhiko gets up. He takes the mousse from Hajime’s loosened fingers and sets it on the table before turning on Hajime, his grin shifting into something just shy of feral. With a feline like fluidity and predatory intensity, Fuyuhiko climbs onto the couch, straddling Hajime and looking down at him, pupils slit, eyes dark, and gold scales dusting his cheeks. “I have much better plans for you.”

Hajime should be afraid of the fanged smile so close to him, the glint of gold scales and half-formed claws, but his base instincts fail him. All he feels is lust. His hand come up to hold the dragon’s hips as he settles onto Hajime’s lap. A wicked smirk spreads across Fuyuhiko’s face when he feels the physical effects of how he’s been torturing Hajime all night. Fuyuhiko cants his hips and grinds down.

Hajime hisses out a groan that’s caught by Fuyuhiko’s mouth. Fuyuhiko kisses him deeply, tasting of cognac and chocolate and heat, and Hajime is more than happy to take and give and meet the dragon kiss for hungry kiss. Hours of a steadily stoked fire backs every nip and lick and sucked lip. When Fuyuhiko catches Hajime’s bottom lip between his fanged teeth, Hajime’s hands tighten on Fuyuhiko’s hips and Fuyuhiko pulls back.

“Sorry, I can’t help some of my changes. Did I hurt you?” He’s flushed and freckled with pink-hued gold scales all along his skin. The hazy lust in his eyes fades with a frown of concern.

“No, no,” Hajime rushes to assure him. “It was good. Really good.”

The concern fades from Fuyuhiko’s face and he quirks a brow. “Really? His hands trail up Hajime’s chest, his nails sharp and long and pointed just grazing over Hajime’s shirt. He’s slightly concerned that they might tear the fabric, but the shivers the feeling sends through his spine has him thinking more about how Fuyuhiko’s claws would feel against his skin. It must show on his face.

Fuyuhiko trails one sharp finger along Hajime’s jaw and it feels even better than Hajime thought it would. “This a kink?”

“Apparently,” Hajime breathes. Fuyuhiko grins and with the same claw, makes quick work of Hajime’s tie, easily slicing the fabric from Hajime’s neck and tossing it to the side.

“Hey!” Hajime complains once he realizes what’s happened. “ I don’t have a lot of those.”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Fuyuhiko says before latching onto the hollow of Hajime’s throat with an open-mouthed kiss. Hajime feels Fuyuhiko’s fangs nip at the skin and sees stars. Fuyuhiko pulls back and looks satisfied by what he’s no doubt left front and center on Hajime neck. “But if you don’t want your shirt to suffer the same fate, I’d get working on those buttons.”

Hajime’s hands go to the buttons of his shirt after only a second of hesitation. The image of Fuyuhiko slicing his clothes off was something to consider, but the shirt had been expensive. Fuyuhiko watches him strip with heavy lidded eyes, patient but far from docile. He watches with a hunger that Hajime is more than happy to feed. But he’s hungry too.

“I think there’s a bit of an imbalance here,” Hajime says. “I haven’t tried any dessert yet.”

Fuyuhiko’s brows pull in. “You want the mousse? Now? Right now?”

In one quick motion, he holds Fuyuhiko by the waist and rolls them to the side, lying the dragon flat on the couch and kneeling between his legs, the open ends of his fluttering down like a curtain. Fuyuhiko’s face is a perfect picture of surprise that Hajime can’t help but laugh at. Fuyuhiko quickly narrows his eyes. He kicks his heel into Hajime’s back. “You ass.”

Hajime leans in for a kiss but doesn’t linger, as much as he would like to. There’s a lot more he wants to taste. He shrugs out of his shirt and drops it to the floor before he gets comfortable between Fuyuhiko’s legs. Smoothing his hands up along Fuyuhiko’s thighs, he lets his gaze rove over the dragon under him. While he looks gorgeous clothed, Hajime wants to see more.

“Can I?” he asks, reaching for the remaining buttons of Fuyuhiko’s shirt.

“If you don’t, I will.”

“Then allow me,” Hajime grins. He leans over and lays kisses over Fuyuhiko’s skin as he quickly unfastens each glossy black button to reveal flushed skin and hard nipples that had teased him earlier. Now it’s Hajime’s turn. He leads his kisses towards a nipple and closes his mouth over the nub, flicking it with his tongue before gently scraping his teeth over it. Fuyuhiko arches under him with a moan, his hands come up over his head, gripping the couch, and he pushes up into Hajime’s mouth. Hajime bites and sucks and licks to soothe each stinging nip, all the while Fuyuhiko mewls and squirms beneath him. But Fuyuhiko’s other nipple is sorely neglected so Hajime kisses across Fuyuhiko’s chest to lavish it with equal fervor. And while Fuyuhiko’s nipples are wonderful, there’s far more of his body Hajime wants to taste.

Hajime continues his way down Fuyuhiko’s chest, noses his belly and kisses down the flat of his abdomen that quivers at the graze of his lips. He looks up, says, “I want to blow you,” his breath ghosting over Fuyuhiko’s skin.

“Please,” Fuyuhiko says, voice thick with arousal. Hajime is in no better shape.

He unbuttons Fuyuhiko’s pants and tugs the zipper down, revealing tight navy and gold briefs, made tighter by his arousal. Hajime hooks his fingers in the waistband of both pants and underwear and tugs them down Fuyuhiko’s thighs, freeing Fuyuhiko’s flushed cock that has Hajime biting his lip in anticipation. He has to get up so he can slide Fuyuhiko’s pants completely off, leaving the man beautifully naked on the couch and takes a moment to just look and take in how lucky he is. Fuyuhiko shifts up the couch, tucks a cushion behind his back, and parts his legs in invitation.

“Are you just going to watch?”

“Pretty sure that would actually kill me,” Hajime replies and slots himself in the offered V of Fuyuhiko’s bent legs. He raises one of Fuyuhiko’s legs to kiss along the underside of his thigh, making his way up to his main goal. Fuyuhiko’s cock looks a good length and thick enough to feel amazing down Hajime’s throat. He doesn’t wait long to try.

He starts with a tasting lick from root to tip and Fuyuhiko bucks up. Hajime holds him down by his hip, pulls away, and tsks. “I can’t blow you if you move too much.”

Fuyuhiko glares at him, frustrated, aroused, and impatient, but he huffs and settles back onto the couch, eyes on Hajime. Hajime grins and kiss Fuyuhiko’s knee before going back to his cock. He licks it again before wrapping his mouth around the head, tasting salt and skin, closing his eyes. He sucks on the head then takes Fuyuhiko deeper, as much as he can manage. What he can’t quite reach he wraps his hand around and works in tandem with open-mouthed kisses, flat-tongued licks, and swallowing down as much as he can of Fuyuhiko’s length. Once he has a rhythm going and Fuyuhiko’s little pants and moans fill the big room, Hajime opens his eyes and looks up through his lashes at Fuyuhiko and groans around Fuyuhiko’s cock. Fuyuhiko’s face is screwed shut, teeth dug deep in his bottom lip but not enough to stop the pleased little sounds that Hajime draws out. His arms are thrown about in abandon, one hand gripping the couch tight enough Hajime wouldn’t be surprised if it tore. And then his gold eyes blink open, caught between dragon and human, and meet Hajime’s and Hajime wants to see him come apart. He focuses on drawing out every bit of pleasure he can from the dragon.

He feels when Fuyuhiko’s on the edge, ready to fall over, and he works harder, tongues the spot just under Fuyuhiko’s head that makes him curl his toes and digs a hand into Hajime’s hair, takes Fuyuhiko as far as he can down his throat and hums.

“Fuck, Hajime, I’m going to—” He warns, tries to tug Hajime off his dick, but Hajime wants to taste every bit of Fuyuhiko that he’s allowed. He hollows his cheeks, reaches under Fuyuhiko and grabs a handful of Fuyuhiko’s ass to lift him off the couch as he arches his back and gets caught between a curse and Hajime’s name.

Fuyuhiko spills hot down Hajime’s throat and Hajime swallows it down, hands rubbing Fuyuhiko’s thighs as he shudders in release, muscles tense before they begin to relax and his cock starts to soften in Hajime’s mouth. Hajime pulls off and sits back. He licks his lips and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, hiding a smug smile at Fuyuhiko catching his breath, eyes half-lidded and body lax and lazy as he gazes up looking pretty satisfied. Fuyuhiko raises his hand and crooks his finger, calling Hajime to him and Hajime goes easily, carefully slotting his body over Fuyuhiko’s and falling into the kiss Fuyuhiko pulls him into with both hands on Hajime’s face.

The kiss is long and thorough and Hajime nearly faints from his need to breathe, but he’d happily push past his limits to continue to kiss Fuyuhiko for even just a second longer. But he’s mortal and needs air and very reluctantly slows the kiss to a stop to catch his breath. Fuyuhiko, undeterred, moves his emptied mouth to Hajime’s cheek, his jaw, his neck as Hajime gulps down air.

“I hope you’re not done for the night,” Fuyuhiko murmurs between kisses, his hands slide down from Hajime’s face to his chest.

“What’d you have in mind?” He tries to go for suave, seductive, sexy, but his breathless panting doesn’t quite help. But Fuyuhiko grins against his skin.

“There’s a new bottle of lube in my bedroom. And while your mouth is now one of my new favorite things, I want to see how this—” Fuyuhiko palms Hajime’s cock, straining against the confines of his pants, and Hajime drops his head on Fuyuhiko’s shoulder in a pleasure-pained groan —“matches up.”

Hajime reunites his mouth with Fuyuhiko’s in a searing kiss. Breathing’s overrated and death by dragon doesn’t sound all that bad if that dragon is the one in his arms.

#kuzuhina #sdr2 #dangan ronpa #kuzuryuu fuyuhiko #hinata hajime #my writing #tumblr fic

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feralhogs · 4 years

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1-100 TELL ME ALL

Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

1. What is you middle name?

Jesse

2. How old are you?

3. When is your birthday?

dec 9

4. What is your zodiac sign?

sagittarius

5. What is your favorite color?

purples

6. What’s your lucky number?

7. Do you have any pets?

8. Where are you from?

bc canada. my great grandparents are from russia

9. How tall are you?

5 something

10. What shoe size are you?

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

3 that i actually use

12. What was your last dream about?

i dont remember my most recent one but i had a banger of a dream i described in another post

13. What talents do you have?

i think expressing myself, or music, i have some talent that needs discipline

14. Are you psychic in any way?

well i am a spiritual person, in a way. and growing up in a toxic drama filled family, i have Developed the Skill of guessing how people are feeling and what they are gonna do. and i analyze dreams. so not psychic but i am really interested and intuitive whats goin on in there

15. Favorite song?

for some reason https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oilVq8-F4_Q colours by roosevelt ive been obsessed with lately i just loop that shit. loop loop loop. blaringit into my ears and speedwalking down thestreet. the beat.!!!! i feel like I took all the colours

16. Favorite movie?

spiderverse. i really enjoyed always be my maybe.

17. Who would be your ideal partner?

someone who doesnt make me feel like im Too Much

18. Do you want children?

not RIGHT NOW

19. Do you want a church wedding?

i have no idea actually. id want a special wedding definitely.

20. Are you religious?

yes, i honestly feel like i just come like this, i dont go by any books and i dont want to be associated with christians. if i be too religious i start getting the Bad Feelings

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

yes visiting sick relatives. and one in a psyche ward.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?

i got a parking ticket

23. Have you ever met any celebrities?

no. maybe i did and i had no idea who they were because id never heard of them

24. Baths or showers?

showers.

25. What color socks are you wearing?

alien socks that are green and black

26. Have you ever been famous?

no. what does that even mean !!!!

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?

yes because money but noooooo. its hard when one person definitely doesnt like me. if im famous some people just wont like me and theres going to be more of them

28. What type of music do you like?

stuff with electric guitars in it. funk. bops. i cant get enough lately

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

one. and sometimes NONE. i dont fucking know why its just more comfortable. id lie down on a floor and pass out

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

i usually cant fall asleep unless im on my face with my arms tucked under me for warmpth and general log shape. after that though its chaos. dreamin

32. How big is your house?

BIG!!!!!! so many rooms. so many people.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

on a Functional day, cereal. not because its my favourite thing but it doesnt require a lot of attention and its easiest to tolerate. my appetite is just. like this

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

HELL no.

35. Have you ever tried archery?

in my child days i shot my hair elastics around and pretended i was fighting aliens. this is definitely archery.

36. Favorite clean word?

i dont really think about words like that. pizza is a nice word.

37. Favorite swear word?

bitch. its really fun to say.

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?

not all that long. if i was up the entire night i am usually sleeping in midday no matter where i am. ive disappointed many teachers. its called not caring.

39. Do you have any scars?

yes, but theres no dramatic stories to them, just me not leaving scratches and bites alone as a kid. they look kind of cool though. and theyre so mysterious. youd think id have scars from self harm but no.

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

i believe so...

41. Are you a good liar?

yes, when i am 100% like morally committed to lying.

42. Are you a good judge of character?

NO. my thought process is: its rude to assume someone is going to behave badly, and they will be offended and have hurt feelings if you anticipate that. i have to like. treat everyone with exactly the same respect unless theyre a dick. otherwise its being judgmental. and it ends up as naïveté. but im okay with that . the price of being a good person

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?

i could do a british one once i guess LOL and it looks like now ive Absorbed a mexican accent but i never really try to talk in other accents

44. Do you have a strong accent?

i dont know how to answer this

45. What is your favorite accent?

idk i like new things i havent heard before. and thinking about how other languages work. theres a lot of different accents at my work and i honestly enjoy listening to them

46. What is your personality type?

that.... INFJ. see. psychic

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?

one of the gay jackets

48. Can you curl your tongue?

dont think so

49. Are you an innie or an outie?

innie

50. Left or right handed?

left

51. Are you scared of spiders?

depends. i had these big house spiders in my dungeon at my parents house, and id just be “hi” and set them free. but if i see one where im not expecting it i might yell a lot and tell everyone and run around and then set it free

52. Favorite food?

tacos from my old work. i was indeed. screaming, lost in the sauce. i waited until i was away from the restaurant because i knew all my dignity would vanish

53. Favorite foreign food?

idk... i need to eat more curry. i need more curryin my life. bring it on.

54. Are you a clean or messy person?

clean

55. Most used phrased?

“this slaps” i feel like ive been saying that a lot

56. Most used word?

57. How long does it take for you to get ready?

a whole entire fucking hour (when i wake up) otherwise 5min

58. Do you have much of an ego?

i do, but i hide it.

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?

chomp chomp. i am not a patient man.

60. Do you talk to yourself?

yes, when i know no ones around, or when im not worried about seeming like a crazy person at work

61. Do you sing to yourself?

nah

62. Are you a good singer?

no. i can sing and it sound okay. nice even. but good??? like beautiful?????? no.

63. Biggest Fear?

someone dying, natural disaster, new illness

64. Are you a gossip?

maybe. i feel like i have the Tendencies and then im like “am i being a bad person right now”. i want to know the deets though.

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

i Simply Dont Have the Attention for Those

66. Do you like long or short hair?

BOTH . long hair is more fun to draw. short hair is hot

67. Can you name all 50 states of America?

fuck no. why would i. fuck off. i dont care about your states.

68. Favorite school subject?

ART ART AR T

69. Extrovert or Introvert?

introerverte

70. Have you ever been scuba diving?

71. What makes you nervous?

people who are not Definitely Cheerful

72. Are you scared of the dark?

no. unless i think about things to scare myself on purpose

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

no unless they need to know. because im not a fucking ANIMAL

74. Are you ticklish?

depends. i can be not ticklish if im determined.

75. Have you ever started a rumor?

i dont think so... i started a rumor i was from mars

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?

maybe i was supposed to train some girls and then i probably didnt do a great job and they didnt listen. they say my job now is somewhat authority and im like...... ok......

77. Have you ever drank underage?

78. Have you ever done drugs?

79. Who was your first real crush?

someone whos OUTTA MY LIFE

80. How many piercings do you have?

two? i got them pierecd at claires lmao and i didnt get an infection because im so salty. then i took them out because they were from claries

81. Can you roll your Rs?“

hell yes

82. How fast can you type?

so fucking fast. faster than my work finder helper. im fast im very fast

83. How fast can you run?

IM VERY FAST

84. What color is your hair?

orange

85. What color is your eyes?

green

86. What are you allergic to?

im still trying to figure that out. whatever it is gives me hives

87. Do you keep a journal?

yes. so i can get better at handwriting and just talking in general and hear what my voice sounds like. and to have a space away from other peoples needs and pressures

88. What do your parents do?

my mom is a stay at home mom and my dad shoots pop bottles into the sky

89. Do you like your age?

sure

90. What makes you angry?

everything. cabbage. i swore about cabbage for a long time the other day. i am just full of anger.

91. Do you like your own name?

YES. i mean i chose it i better. honestly my first name ......... i feel self conscious about it sometimes. i think it was the only name for me though. it wasnt the ideal most wonderful namei could find because those didnt fit, it was MY name.

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

im going to have two sons and im naming them brick and rusty.

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

yeah, i want a boy a girl

94. What are you strengths?

my strengths doing all 100 questions, this is serious muscles

95. What are your weaknesses?

the exhaustion of jumping from one question to the next especially when they are vague. im not complaining this was my idea

96. How did you get your name?

i pfound it in the baby name book and i was lie “hey yyy, i saw that name in black beauty, lets use it for my gay coded villain what the hell!”

97. Were your ancestors royalty?

no but i did have some ancestors who lives i a mansions andhad fucking SERVANTS. before you call me problematic my other part of family was like sewing things and not going to school

98. Do you have any scars?

weve been over this. when im older im going to get a cool scar fighting a dragon

99. Color of your bedspread?

pink, white, blue

100. Color of your room?

white

#chatty tag #WHEW

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alittlepieceofwarcraft · 5 years

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Orphans of the Forest

Year 33, fall, two weeks after the night elves first reclaim Darkshore.

The rain fell like the tears of Elune, though in large, dirty droplets, tainted grey with ash. While the cloud cover was thick, even it could not squash the light of the moon that shone brightly through the cracks. It, like the kaldorei, would not be broken. Despite the heavy rain fall, relatively little made it to the ground where the large black panther currently skulked. Using the sound of it against the thick tree canopies, the druid let it camouflage his steps while the shadows took care of the rest. He was tired, hungry, and hadn't slept for a couple days. Be it all the same, if the human king wasn't going to help them take back their lands, he wasn't going to wait in Stormwind for the notion to fall on convenience for him. He had to do something. The fatigue was beginning to get the best of him, however, and every step caused pain to splinter like lightning through his side where a hastily wound lay wrapped hastily wrapped with vines, thick sea weed, and salve. He could tell by the smell of it that whatever the Forsaken that had hit him with had likely caused infection to set in, but in the end, he had survived while the dead things had met their true death. And now, Verdanikus patrolled, pondering if perhaps he might meet his own out in this place that had long been his home.

Between the bushes Mywin remained crouched as the swaying and increasing incoherent figure dragged their heavy paws towards her. Hidden, she could study it without detection. As it stumbled closer, she began to see the form in much more detail: a panther, sleek black coat dampened from the downpour, thick layers of seaweed wrapped around its middle as if to keep him together. Mywin frowned. Something had attacked this creature, yet nothing was pursuing it which meant they hadn’t attacked the mighty beast for its rich meat or silky coat. And then someone else had bandaged it up and left it to journey on. How curious.

Verda continued on, swaying on his paws. To him, it felt as if the sea had risen beneath the ground, causing his unsteadiness. However, the ground was as steady as ever, and after another step, he stumbled and collapsed. However, when his small panther body hit the ground, it caused reverberations to shake the area as if a much, much, larger thing had fallen. His breath was labored, and his eyes glazed as he whimpered softly. He didn't try to get back up, his head spinning.

Mywin leapt up and hurried over the creature.

“Quel dorei,” she reached out slowly to cup one side of the drowsy panther’s face, “do not be afraid. I will help you.” By then, it was so intoxicated by the malicious state that had sprung upon it that the poor creature barely seemed to notice her presence. Its body was warm to the touch, feverish. An infection. Raising a palm and closing her eyes, she began reciting an incantation under her breath, concentrating on every word, every syllable. Green wisp-like magic danced from her fingertips, wafting towards the being and swirling around its form. Slowly, panther began to ease, relaxing its muscles, indicting the spell’s success.

That feverishness took a moment to wear off as she healed and purified it, and when the infection left, it left exhaustion in its wake. The kind that left Verda unable to fully keep his true form hidden. A thick green dragon tail and long ibex-like white horns appeared, proportionate to the panther's size. It, unknowing that they were there, let out a soft chuffing noise, looking at her thankfully, and forgetting he couldn't actually talk in his panther form instead used that dragon way of projecting speech that felt as if it came from nowhere. "Thank you..." Mywin flinched, blinked once, then again. Completely bewildered and taken aback by the panther speaking: she’d expected perhaps a purr, or a sigh, but not Common to exhale out of the jaws of this big cat. She shuffled back still upon her knees, just a little, unsure how to respond. Her silver eyes darted to the changing form of the beast, widening in shock. He lifted his head a little confused, looking back to see his green tail, scaled tail was attached to his panther body, and realized he probably looked like some kind of odd chimera. With some effort, his form shimmered with white light before a seven-foot-tall blue-skinned kaldorei sat before her, dark navy dreadlocks falling in a tangle around his face. He placed a large hand on the ground to steady himself a moment. "Forgive me, I did not mean to surprise you," he spoke gently, his voice barely above a whisper. "My name is Verda. I promise, I mean you no harm." Mywin scanned the new form up and down and said nothing from a moment. After a heartbeat or two of aghast, the confusion faded with realisation sinking in. A shapeshifter, or druid perhaps. She swallowed and allowed the assurance to ease in, giving a small smile,

“I thought you to be the result of a failed hunt. I am Winnifred. Mywin.”

He started to reach to take her hand for a proper greeting, but paused without touching her, canting his head a little awkwardly. For a moment, he just seemed unable to figure out how to go about greeting her by touch and ended up giving up and just dropping his hand. "It is good to meet you, Mywin." Absently he rubbed his freshly healed side. "I suppose, in a way, we survivors all are results of failed hunts. The Horde meant to exterminate us, yet we still live." Mywin nodded.

“Our people have suffered much. Far too many losses.” She bit her lip, remembering those who once had been but were no more. And those who yet lived but could not be beside her. A legendary Sentinel mother and a powerful druid father both resting with Elune, a mysterious demon hunter who she disturbed peeking in on a festival one fateful full moon lit night now dwelled by the greatest beings in all the universe. All three living, dying or making sacrifices for honour and the ultimate good of Azeroth. Yet they had left her behind. She exhaled and returned her attention to the stranger before her. “What brings you to this part of the forest?”

"I...don't honestly remember," he said looking around. "Last I remember, I had been hunting the Horde caravans bringing in more war resources and taking out the ones that I could. I must have wandered here in my haze. Thank you for the healing, I am sorry to have troubled you." He paused a moment. "What brings you to this part of Darkshore?"

She inhaled sharply, like electricity had running through her as she suddenly remembered.

“I want to stay close...” inclining her head to the corpse of Teldrassil in the distance. No longer smoking, its colossal charcoal body could be seen by the naked eye even from miles away. Branches that once stretched out proudly seemed to be mere blackened twigs, bark chilled away by flame, barren of leaves that left them naked. “My birthplace is Hyjal and my an’da and min’da are there. I never had the chance to see Teldrassil as often as I would have liked. And now I won’t.”

"I hatched there...in a den near Dolanaar," he said quietly, sitting cross-legged. He looked back at the husk of his home with sorrow and an ache that cut straight to the quick of his essence. "I don't remember how I ended up through the portal to Stormwind. I thought for sure...I would have died in the Temple for sure."

“I’m sorry… you hatched?”

He blinked for a moment, confused as to why she seemed confused at the idea. Then it dawned on him, and he smiled a little shyly. "Oh, I'm sorry. My true name is Verdanikus, of the Green Dragonflight." He rubbed at the back of his neck, the slightest hint of blush purple on his blue cheeks. "I keep forgetting."

Mywin similarly went a bright shade of red in embarrassment. Of course, how could she have missed it? Shape shifters don’t just take aspects of a form, they become the whole entity. She internally scolded herself for her stupidity. There were a million questions she wanted to ask: how old was he? An ancient dragon or a youngling? Did he know the Ysera the Dreamer when she was alive? Could he fly, and if so how far? A moment passed until she realised she’d not said anything.

“I apologise for my ignorance”, she admitted, “I should know better than to make conclusions based on what I think I see.”

He waved his hands a little worriedly, shaking his head. "Please don't be upset! I forget I am not kaldorei. That is on me," he insisted, feeling his heart speeding with anxiety. Worry showed on his face that he might be chasing his new friend away with that secret. "I was raised kaldorei, I don't know who my parents were. My egg was abandoned in that den, and when I hatched, it was to see Shan'do Duskwinter staring at me. He was the closest I had to parents, and I just kind of forgot what I was as I tried to fit in, because I feel I am kaldorei more than I feel I am dragon." Mywin became even more intrigued with each word that escaped the dragon’s mouth

“Fascinating,” she finally replied. “Does your shan’do live?” He shook his head. "He passed a thousand years ago. He had become very ill, though he had hidden it from me. His resting place had been on Teldrassil..." He let out a soft huff through his nose, fierce eyes looking up toward the silhouette of it in the distance. "And now...it is gone." Glancing back to her, his expression softened. "I am sorry about that. I am not used to...being angry or longing for vengeance. It is not...it is something that before this war...I had been against." A lost little orphan, just like her, yet they’d both managed to find themselves in the same society only with herself only a short flight path away from the other.

“Anger is not natural to me, it is not comfortable. I am born of Sentinel Kalnor Starblade and Druid Tavanar Owlcaller.” Pride laced her words as she spoke their names, followed by a sadness of the next part she inevitably had to say. “Both are with Elune now. I did not feel rage then. Then, dying an honourable death in battle is far more just than put to the flame.”

"They took me in, the kaldorei. Most accepted me as one of them or helped me learn what it truly means to be kaldorei." He said quietly. "There were small children, mothers, all cuddled together within the thick of the smoke. The flames were so close, my scales bubbled from the heat though I had not caught fire." he closed his eyes. "The screams..." There was a small whimper through his nose. "They were murdered like cattle for slaughter. There was no honor, no...no meaning for their deaths..." Mywin didn’t meet his gaze, only stared on into distance to notice the downpour was subsiding as the sun’s glowing silhouette hidden behind grey clouds sank into the earth. She stretched her legs to rise from the ground.

“I should return to my shan’do. He will be wondering where I have got to.”

"May I accompany you? If only to see you safely back to your shan'do?" He asked quietly. "It is the least I could do to make it up to you for helping me." Mywin glanced around, surveying the area.

“It appears to be safe, but I would be glad of the company.” Verda smiled, seemingly encouraged by the invitation, and stood to his full seven-foot and stretched as well. He was bare chested, in a pair of ancient looking linen pants that were tattered as could be and barefoot. There were thick scars near his spine that swirled and curled ominously, burned into him as fierce as his memory of Teldrassil's extinction.

"Please, lead the way, Miss." He said in his entirely gentle way, hands clasped behind his back.

Mywin couldn’t help but look just a little too long at his muscular physique as she admired the strong body that had stood beside her. A little taller than herself, dreaded hair falling past chiselled collarbones that lined a perfectly formed chest, feet solidly planted into the earth as he patiently waited for her to step forward. A being so very pleasant to behold. She registered the pause she’d caused in her daydream and hurried to the front and paced towards the trees that tangled themselves into the thick of the forest, only leaving a vinery passage for them to slip through.

“The druid caravan was this way,” she assured, “they won’t have moved.” He noticed her staring, and moved his arms out of the way a little as he canted his head, thinking maybe she thought she saw something. When she simply sped ahead without a comment, he followed and let it drop. Must have been nothing.

"Alright, lead the way, Miss Mywin." He smiled softly, happy to protect her. She worked her way through the winding woods, trees towering above them and grass becoming thicker and unkept. Her silver night elven eyes were used to hunting in the dark and her long ears were able to detect any twig snapped that was not under the feet of her or her companion. Fortunately, as they delved further into the depths, no creature - Horde or otherwise - was roused by their trek. A few minutes passed as she focussed in the route until she stopped in her tracks: grey billows of smoke rising from a fire pit could be seen overhead. Her camp. Nearing the flames confirmed it. A party of night elves sat around the fire swigging water from their skins, warming their hands against its comfort. A particularly unique druid was stationed at the back of the group, staring into the thicket as if he were waiting for someone, hands clasped behind a back that sprouted two giant eagle-like wings, antlers akin to a moose exaggerating his height. As she drew closer, his ears flickered, and he gave a content nod, his thero’shan was alive and returning. She turned to Verda.

“Yes, this is them,” she smiled. “Thank you for your escort. It was welcome.” Verda followed quietly, his gold eyes glowing in the low-light. For a dragon, it was remarkable how silent his footsteps were. It had taken years for him to learn to control his strength and weight to mask it and fit in better. Now he was stealthier than some of the better druids around, and rather sure footed. As he saw the camp, he smiled to her.

"Be safe. Thank you for saving my life, Miss Mywin." He said gently.

“Just Mywin,” she grinned and gave a small wave before entering the area and murmurs of greetings could be heard from beyond the bushes.

"Just Mywin," he whispered to himself, watching her go, before shifting back into that panther form and stalking off, deciding to take up a quick patrol to make sure there weren't any Horde scouts threatening their camp before he'd head back to hunting.

*Kaldorei: “Children of the Stars”, night elf/elves.

*Quel dorei: “Noble child”: in this content she’s using the phrase as a pet name rather than its combined meaning of “Children of noble birth”, high elf/elves.

*Shan’do: “Honoured teacher”, a title.

*Thero’shan: “honoured student”, a title.

Verda is owned by co-writer @fullelven.

Continues with A Winter Veil’s Tale.

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thatdragonsdrabbles · 6 years

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[Hmm, gee, I wonder what brought this idea to your mind! Pfft. Well, I guess I should be putting some of my more original work on this blog too. It's my writing blog, not a purely fanfic blog. Welp! *That dragon pretends to crack knuckles. Let's get down to business!]

[Note: Ameles is an original character of mine from a land entirely made by and populated by bugs and other “creepy crawlers.” Perhaps I will write a post that goes more in-depth with this world and the various characters I've created for the setting, but it's also still a work-in-progress, so things aren't all set in stone.]

Ameles/Fae reader, from nearly 200 writing prompts list 10: “ We cant keep this up forever. ” , 43: “ You’re special to me. ”, 132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ”

“We can't, keep this up forever.”

The statement brought your attention from the vanity to your guard, antennae twitching.

To have been captured by the bizarre creatures of the land of Entomalia would have meant death for any fae, according to the stories. Any, except yourself, by some stroke of luck. It wouldn't have been difficult for them, either. This one easily towered over you, his willowy frame only dwarfed by his sister. (And that hardly mattered. Everyone here was insanely tall, for bugs—the sister seemed nearly nine-feet!) Even without the faebane blades they carried, every member of House Mantis seemed to have a form of dagger or other weapon literally growing from their arms and wrists.

Despite all of this, you had become quite comfortable living here, even as a prisoner. Your family's tales of this land had convinced you they were all emotionless, bloodthirsty people... until your capture and subsequent imprisonment several months ago.

Could you really call it a prison, though? Here you were now: In a room of your own, provided food daily, and practically given free reign of the gardens. You wanted for nothing, even if you still weathered the occasional hiss of disgust or disapproving clicks. And though you weren't allowed to be alone, you were also the safest you had ever been in your life. Things honestly could have been a lot worse.

So you asked Ameles what he meant.

Shifting, the mantis began to click. His mandibles, once a disturbing sight, had become easier to read with your time spent here. And his normally pristine clothing clearly needed a wash and tailoring. Something had him frustrated.

“It is... is still unorthodox,” he explained. The glow of the lights glinted off of his chitin as he fidgeted some more. “You are given special privileges and, Hyme has refused all offers from House Spider.”

You shuddered. Your last run-in with those spiders had... not been pleasant. Even now, the thought made your skin crawl, and you inched closer to Ameles.

Had they had any more trouble on your account? You had wondered if the increase in security had a particular cause.

“Nothing I wasn't able to handle.” You gave him a look, and his antenna swirled in a short circle. “It was, simply, a shortsighted fool with too much money for their own good. I took out your would-be kidnapper myself.”

Kidnapping? For you? There had been a few assassination attempts against House Mantis, but all had been dealt with swiftly, and were targeting the Ladies, not their prisoner... Well, if the kidnapper bad been sent from House Spider, you knew that it would have ended in you becoming a string of meals. You wondered if and why someone would go to the trouble for one mere fae, and shuddered again.

Noticing this, Ameles scoffed. “You are safe. Or, do you doubt me? My abilities?”

What? Of course not! You had seen him in action, a long whip lashing through the air as both weapon and tool. It was quite literally an extension of his arm, hidden within his wrist. Such a strange feature of his people... Sometimes he seemed quite invincible, which made any injuries he sustained rather frightening.

After a moment, the tension in his frame eased, though he still appeared rather stiff, even for him. “I... know you do not. You have, watched me train. That was an, unnecessary, accusation.”

That was an awful lot of pausing—and he was apologizing? Now you were rather worried. You stepped forward, lightly touching his arm. Despite his sometimes rough behavior, Ameles wasn't a terrible person like those old stories had made you assume. He had saved your life, though he had been the first to protest your presence in the manor.

If something was bothering him, you wanted to know. Was he all right?

He straightened, drawing his arm away. “Off! I am, fine.” It was hardly reassuring. When you stubbornly grabbed another arm, he lifted that one out of reach. The gesture brought the two of you closer, forcing you to tilt your head back to be able to meet his gaze. “Fae, do not... test me.”

But you wanted to help. What about your presence was causing them trouble? Was it disapproval from outside of his house, or within? Or was there more than simply the one “shortsighted fool” that wanted to steal you away? You may have been a prisoner, but you were being treated much better here than you had ever been at home. Barring the bad scare you'd been given at the beginning of this, after months in their custody you had grown to love this place. Through good behavior and some quiet moments, you had also earned House Mantis' trust and, you hoped, a soft fondness.

...especially Ameles.

The individual who, even with all of his protests, had still found the time to stop by the kitchens whenever you asked for a small treat before dinner. Who listened to you ramble for hours in the middle of the night about things he swore he couldn't care less about. The one who had stood by your side for the past few days, always prepared to both help and protect...

You paused, watching his antennae twirl. Squinting, you asked him when the last time he had changed his clothes was. Or bathed.

As his silence stretched, your voice may have risen a pitch as you pressed further. Had he truly never left your side, even in your sleep? How many days had it been? Wasn't he taking care of himself?

“That is... not important.” But you poked his chest until his hissed. “It is, my duty, and... I may have... I haven't slept in four days, but that is—”

You made a noise in alarm, reaching up to lightly slap his chest. Bad Ameles! Sleep was important! No wonder he was all out of sorts.

The scolding made Ameles give a much longer hiss, the noise seeming to emanate from all eight feet of his body. “I am not—a nymph! I am capable of making my own decisions, regarding my health and the duties entrusted to—”

You began tugging on two of his arms, trying to pull him with you. If he had been well-rested, it would've been like trying to drag a brick wall. Instead, he nearly stumbled while trying not to fall on top of you.

“What are you doing?”

He was supposed to be guarding your door, but he could hardly do that when he was so tired. If you were able to move him, an assassin would surely do him in. As he had said earlier, he couldn't keep this up forever. He protested, but you were adamant. The door was locked thrice over, including a deadbolt, and there were no other entrances into the room. Not even a window. Surely he could sit down and rest a spell.

“I cannot—my sister would, have my head for even considering—”

What Hyme didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

“You, want me to lie to her?”

He wouldn't have to. You would say he kept close, and that you were safe. Because that would be the truth. Besides which, you knew his sister wouldn't want him to work himself to death, no matter how strict she may appear.

Ameles stared at you, mandibles squeaking as they rubbed together. It took longer than you would've liked for him to cave, but eventually his antennae drooped as the exhaustion hit him once more.

“You... are a troublemaker, through and through.”

That was practically a “yes.” You couldn't help the small laugh as you led him away from the door. His hand caught a chair as you passed, and even in his tiredness he resolutely refused to take your bed. Still, sitting was better than nothing. A wash of relief soothed you as he finally sank into the chair, still watching you closely. The fact that it was situated between your bed and the door was not lost on you. Stubborn mantis.

There were many similarities between him and the much smaller bugs you had seen back home, but also a few differences, thanks to his interesting abilities. One of the latter was that Ameles had thin eyelids, that gradually slid shut until he'd begun to doze in his chair. Posed as he was, he appeared to you like a green-armored knight having finally taken a rest at his maiden's request, allowing her to protect him for a change. Triumph colored your smile as you reclined on your bed, paging through a book you had borrowed from his brother. You hadn't thought a bug person would be so interested in such sappy romance novels. It made you even more determined to figure out how to help, because in the end, they were just people. Quirky, difficult to understand, and sometimes difficult people, but people nonetheless.

In the last moment before he succumbed to true slumber, Ameles muttered, “...Creo... was right. You are special, to me...”

You had glanced up, a quiet “what” squeaking out of you.

“...don't know why, but must, keep safe...”

What exactly was he saying? Could he maybe... repeat that a little louder? But it was soon apparent he had already left the waking world. Glancing at the pages you'd just been reading, you weren't sure whether to accept his words as truth, or as a product of your own imagination. Either way, you buried your burning face into the book.

These bugs were going to kill you one day... and not in the way your family would have expected.

#snippets #original fiction #monster boyfriend #x reader #romantic #fae reader #ameles #mantis boyfriend #dragon writes

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warmau · 7 years

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another snuggie here~~ my big exam is starting tomorrow on monday and my stress levels are off the scale ㅠㅠ is it alright if i could request a small fantasy!au hyuk? if not, that's alright! your blog gets me through anyway ♡ cant wait for the highschool!haechan au either~ >u

ahh good luck on your exam!!! here’s a cute dragon!hyuk au that came to mind hehe,,,,

you don’t know if it’s true, but ever since you were little the older kids in town would tell you and others the story of “the cursed prince”

the one that was banished to live in the abandoned, rotting castle over the hills that stood daunting and untouched for centuries

that this boy, who had been cursed by a witch into an ugly, fire-breathing dragon, was once the bright and handsome son of king. not the king who ruled over your country, but a foreign king who had been traveling through and cruelly left his son to fend for himself alone

parents had hushed the older children, pulled them away from you and told you not to believe a word

but neither of your parents would allow you to set foot near the hell of the abandoned castle - let alone climb up to to peek inside the place

but,,,,,when you were old enough,,,,,,and you were tired of the same “cursed prince” story circulating through the mouths of everyone in town, you decided you would be the one to prove them wrong

maybe it was your own itching curiosity, or maybe it was just you being young and hyped for an adventure

but one day, with a little white lie, you managed to pack a simple lunch and a tiny dagger you’d smuggled from the kitchen and set out on a mission to see this cursed prince

the castle was quite a hike, you arrived sweating but even your tiredness went away when you gazed on the magnificently large, rusting grey gates

the yard was covered in twisted tree roots, dead leaves, and patches of unkempt weeds

the door was heavy, but opened with a nudge - the lock was broken and hung pathetically off the door. inside, you could see the crumbling wallpaper and torn up portraits

something had definitely gotten angry in here - everything was broken

and that’s when you heard it, the snarling - the tapping of talons on the old floor

and then,,,,,,,nothing

but you were frozen. you hadn’t expected there to actually be a dragon. or whatever creature you had just heard.

without a second thought, you turned and raced for the door, only to hear the flapping of large wings and a large body slam against the door before you could escape

in amazement and total fear, you looked at the animal - with brownish-red, almost burnt looking scales. a long tail and wings, much more vibrant and frightening up close.

the face, it was a dragon, but the eyes weren’t malicious and mean. they looked,,,,,,,,,,,,like a soft brown,,,,,,,only riddled with a human like sadness

“please,,,,,d-don’t,,,,,,,,,” you began but the dragon huffed and you felt your voice die in your throat

“don’t kill you? i won’t.”

it spoke,,,,,with a voice so unlike what you’d imagine. not deep, not even crude. boyish, almost,,,,,,,charming

“why are you here?”

“a-are you the cursed prince,,,,,,,,,?”

the dragon’s head dropped, his eyes leaving yours

“why are you here?”

he repeated and you swallowed

“i didn’t think you were real,,,,,,,,,,,,,,”

“well you’ve seen me. am i real now?”

you shifted finally, could you ,,,,, could you hear a hint of jest in his phrase

“i,,,,,,,yes,,,,,,”

it was silent and the dragon turned back to face you

“i am the most handsome dragon you’ve ever seen, right?”

this time you were sure it was jest - this dragon,,,,,,,,,,,,was he playing around???

the dragon laughed, or gave some kind of similar motion of it with his head and used his tail to open the door

“you look like you might faint right now, and i don’t need that. feel free to go.”

you thought the offer sounded good, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move

the dragon stared back

“well?”

“are all dragons this funny?”

a look of shock overcame him

“you know other dragons?”

“no, im asking for future reference.”

“ah, you like banter. i can appreciate that in a human. but no, im the only funny one. cursed prince or not - i gotta be funny because right now my looks aren’t going for me.”

you furrowed your eyebrows

“so you are the prince?”

“i was, now im just hyuk the dragon.”

you repeated his name and the dragon moved a bit across the room - it’s large body managing to look terrifying and graceful at the same time

“how does your curse get broken?”

the dragon stopped

“people don’t stay long enough to ask that question.”

“well im asking it.”

somehow you weren’t keen on the idea that being snappy with an actual dragon would work to your benefit, but this was a person - well a person trapped

“i need to be kissed. the wizard went full on fairytail with me. too bad, no one wants to kiss a dragon in real life.”

you thought about it for a moment, but took a step toward him before you realized you’d made up your mind

you were gonna kiss this freaking dragon

well like give it a kiss on its nose,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

and hyuk was shocked at your apparent human bravery, you walked up to him like he wasn’t capable of destroying you in one stomp

and leaned in and kissed the scales above his nose

for a second nothing happened and he opened his mouth to be like “well at least you can say you tried”

when there was suddenly smoke, so much that it filled the entire castle’s ballroom, wafted out the windows and made you almost pass out

and, after 5 minutes of it dwindling down to nothing but the burnt smell, hyuk peered down at his hands

his,,,,,,,,,,,,normal human hands

the index finger of his right still had the ring his father had given him, the ring that held the key to his country

you were coughing, but managed to see hyuk too - prince hyuk

standing tall, with broad shoulders, and perfectly sculpted features. for a second you thought you were looking at a statue

“holy hell it worked.”

he spoke first, the same charming boyish voice as the dragon

you were speechless, but managed to give him a “guess we did it” shrug

to be honest you couldn’t say anything because no one mentioned that the cursed prince, as a human, was hot - like handsome sure, but also??????? hot

putting his hand out, hyuk urged you to take it

and carefully you did, feeling his warm skin and not the scaly - wetness of the dragon he was before

“so,,,,,i guess i have to go back and rule my country now and be a prince and stuff.”

you looked down at your hand in his and back at him,,,what was he getting at?

using his other hand to scratch the back of his neck, hyuk shrugged and added

“as a thanks for making me a prince again and stuff, wanna come and rule it with me?”

#this is bizarre but hey it was fun to write!! gl on ur exams!!#nct dream scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #donghyuck scenarios #haechan scenario #sfw

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rhunae · 6 years

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This is a self indulgent mess set right after Trespasser. It’s a big fuck you and twin finger salute to Bioware because gods dammit, I want my dragons. So yeah, this is self indulgent dragon age trash. Oh, and it’s long, and that’s even after shortening it. Sorry. (Ao3)

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Serafina Gets Her Dragon

After the Council meeting - 9:44 Dragon

Tall grass swayed along the worn path, brushing at her ankles and calves. At the archway, Serafina turned to scan over the two giant wolf statues down the hill where she left her companions. Cole lay along the spine of one of the wolf statues, his head resting against the back of its neck, the small elven toddler snuggled atop his chest, cradled in his arms. Cole made a good ‘uncle’; he was attentive and enthralled with the little elf. Pushing up on tippy toes, she searched for Bull and Dorian, but she could see nothing in the high golden grasses. She snickered softly to herself.

Ambling with a reverent gait into the empty coliseum, the field lay untouched for so long, it may have lain fallow for eons before she walked it’s forgotten grounds. Two years passed since the last time she tread across the arena, when Flemeth sent her here to claim the elven goddess’ guardian against Corypheus. That help came in the form of a dragon.

Serafina did not expect a dragon this time. She didn’t expect anything. She was going to beg for help. Then what? Probably nothing. It was futile to try. How long had the priests and sentinels prayed to Mythal with no answer? How long had her people prayed to Mythal and received no answer? It was an act of desperation, but seeing Solas again revealed a raw and gaping wound she thought scarred over long ago; she didn’t know what else to do.

Her boots crunched underfoot, kicking up dust from the packed dirt and gravel. A group of robins pecked and scratched at the ground scattered into the wind when she reached them. At the Exalted Council, she intended to dissolve the inquisition and return to Wycome, to return to her clan where Theneras could grow up among his kin. She hoped she had enough time to give him sufficient memories to cling to as he grew older without her and never knowing his father. All that changed when Solas masterfully manipulated her through a series of eluvians, stepping metaphorically back in time to crumbling ruins when proudly wore the badge of Fen’Harel, and what that meant before the legends and myths were distorted by propaganda and time.

Pausing before the steps to the shrine, Serafina stared at the dragon statue of Mythal for a long, quiet moment, trying to form the words to move a goddess to respond; one she thought long lost to her People, squirreled away into the heavens by a Trickster’s lie.

“Mythal! Flemeth!” Serafina glanced around, birds chirped in the trees surrounding the coliseum. She thought she could imagine the older witch canting her head at the sound of her name. Maybe she was listening. Maybe she didn’t care. Solas removed her vallaslin, slave markings of an era long gone, but drinking from the Well of Sorrows made her a servant, with or without those marks. Would Mythal respond now? Did Mythal respond to the prayers of Abelas and the other sentinels? It was beginning to sound like a repetitive mantra.

“I’m not seeking justice or vengeance of a wrong done to me. I call upon you as the Mother of our People. As the drinker of the Well of Sorrows, your servant. I am asking, begging, for guidance. I fell in love…”

Sighing, Serafina paced in meditation before the shrine, the sound of her boots on the gravel creating a rhythmic tune, “My wolf, my guardian, my protector, my heart,… left my side to save his People.”

Should she had claimed him so possessively? She remembered no stories relating to Mythal and the Dread Wolf implying intimacy. Solas was merely reverent at the temple. Would Flemeth answer, knowing the tales of the first witch of the wilds? Maybe she didn’t think this through. Maybe this truly was a mistake.

Rubbing her right hand fingers against her brow, what remained of her left arm hung useless at her side, her shoulders slouched in dejection as her thoughts turned increasingly negative and bitter, “I asked to help him. He refused. He walks the Din’anshiral. I— I can’t allow him to do this alone. If he’s going to change,… no, destroy my world, I need… I need… Fuck!” She ground her teeth, “Help me, Flemeth.”

Sinking to her knees, Serafina pressed her palm against her right eye, her voice thick with emotion, “The Return of the Elvhen People does not need to mean the death of Thedas— of my people. I don’t want to die. Help me merge his world with mine. Help me, help him. Help me save him, save us, save our so-.” Serafina’s voice cracked on the last.

Pressing her forehead to the stone steps, tears fall silent from the corners of her eyes and plop with a less than dignified drip on the stone. She lay there sobbing on the steps to the shrine. Too distraught to pull herself up. All the emotions laid bare, raw, and overwhelming.

Flicker. A series of dreams left her reeling from their intensity and overall peculiar weirdness. As the last of the dreams faded. The ground shook. Sparkling light was flicked in her face, then the dream melted away to darkness. Leaving her dizzy and disorientated.

Serafina startled awake. The ground shook again. Small pebbles and sand bounced in place. Something large huffed heat and the stench of decaying meat close to her face. Turning her head slowly, all she saw was green scales and giant teeth just a mere few inches from her face.

Screeching, she back peddled away and bumped into the dragon statue of Mythal.

The dragon tilted her head to look at her from one golden eye, then bounced away with two powerful leaps to the other end of the coliseum, her head swinging from side to side, her tail swinging opposite to maintain balance.

“Boss?!” Iron Bull’s voice cut through the distance as he ran under the archway into the vacant space of the coliseum.

“Yes,” she called out to him, still trying to regain her bearing after being sucked into a series of weird dreams, then suddenly dumped awake. From the corner of her eye, she could see Iron Bull hesitate, “Are you ok, boss?” He called out. “I would attack but last time we were here, you gained a dragon…”

“I-I think so.” Serafina rose carefully, struggling for her initial balance, still not used to general movement with a missing limb.

“She wants to help.” Cole wondered in awe, his daggers in hand but hesitant to close the distance.

The Tevinter remained near the arch, Thenaras tucked in the sling close to his chest. “You’re— you won’t need me for this, will you? Maybe some barriers? I got the kid…”

The dragon continued to swing her head from side to side, keeping the four in her line of sight, huffing small clouds of smoke from her nostrils.

“No, if she meant me harm, she would have,” Serafina gestured for them to stand down as she warily trudged closer, her steps slow and cautious; the voices from the Well of Sorrows whispering across the distances, instructing her.

The dragon shifted and settled her belly against the ground and tucked her lime green and black marble colored wings loosely against her body.

“This dragon was the one we saved from the Qunari. We set her free.” It surprised her, an act of mercy by the infamous dragon killer, but the inquisitor didn’t have the heart to kill the tied down and tortured beast. It didn’t feel right. Did the dragon know she only hunted dragons that threatened human towns and settlements?

“Yes, we helped her. So she is here to help you. She’s in pain.” Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed that Cole had resheathed his daggers and was now squatting beside the Iron Bull with a curious expression.

Nodding, “Yes, I see her horns were chopped off.” Serafina stepped closer until her and the dragon were only several feet from one another. “I noticed briefly when I was trying to set her free, but hadn’t got a good look before. It looks like she is fighting an infection. The Qunari cut it pretty close to the quick. Hey, Dorian, do you have any of that ointment?”

“Let me check, “Dorian called out over the distance.

“Yeah. They called her Ataashi.” Iron Bull replied, “It means ‘glorious one’ in Qunlat.”

“They certainly named her well, Bull.”

The dragon opened her large maw and from deep in her throat sound waves rolled out over her tongue and blasted against her, sending her red hair into a flurry behind her and nearly knocking her off her feet.

“Uh, boss?”

“She’s communicating, Bull.”

“You understood that?”

“The Voices from the Well are … translating?”Reaching at her side, she pulled out her dagger, but when she glanced to where her left hand would be, she lifted her stump. She ground her teeth in frustration, “I need a little help here. Cole?”

The sound of his boots shuffling across the expanse increasingly grew louder until he stopped beside her, “She’s beautiful.” The Spirit of Compassion always seemed to hold a sense of awe in his voice.

“She is. Can you slice open my palm?” Serafina glanced at him, offering him the dagger in hand by the blade.

Cole peered at her under the brim of his large hat, the pale blue of his eyes partially hidden by his blond strands, “Are you certain? Won’t this hurt you?” “Only for a moment.”

He took the dagger, and as she held out her right palm, he sliced the length of it from between her thumb and forefinger and down across the fleshy part of her palm. She hissed as the pain cut quick. Making a fist, she approached Ataashi as the dragon opened her mouth and slid her tongue partway between sharp teeth. Pumping her fist several times, she drained some of her life essence atop the grooved tongue. The serpent tongue slid back in and the dragon closed her mouth. Stepped back, she felt a nudge when Cole tapped her shoulder to hand her a white linen handkerchief from his pocket.

“Thank you.” She took the handkerchief, but stared dumbfounded as she stared between her right hand and the stump of her left arm. Grounding her teeth again in frustration, the feeling of helplessness weighed heavily against her chest.

“Let me help.” Cole offered, taking the cloth out of her hand and wrapping it himself, tying it off with a gentle tug.

“Again, thank you.”

As the human and elf were busy, the dragon stretched out one of her paws, a single claw stretched out and pricked the metacarpal pad of her paw until dark, red blood oozed from the weal. Once the makeshift bandage was secure, Serafina stepped forward and knelt down beside the dragon’s paw.

“You’re going to—” Iron Bull was closer than before, fascinated by the process of a dragon willingly offering blood.

“You’re going to drink it? Like the Iron Bull when he chose to be a Reaver?”

“There are many uses for dragon’s blood.” Dorian replied quietly, standing to the side and slightly behind the Iron Bull, keeping the child in his arms shielded.

Rummaging in one of her pouches, the inquisitor pulled out a worn wooden cup and carefully pressed the lid against the oozing blood. It flowed thickly into her cup, filling the cup halfway, then Serafina rose and stepped back away. She stared at the dark liquid as she listened to the whispers from the Voices of the Well.

“Dorian, will you help me with this? Bull and Cole, will you attend Ataashi? Cut off the ropes and apply the ointment to her horn stubs?”

As the Tal-Vashoth and Spirit of Compassion attended the dragon, she led Dorian a few feet away where they knelt facing one another. The Tevinter held the cup in both hands, holding it forward to keep Thenaras’ chubby fingers from grabbing it. The elven toddler whimpered with dismay.

“This isn’t for you, little one,” Serafina said, ruffling the shock of ginger atop his head. Pulling her hand from the toddler, her hand hovered over the wooden cup, the blue glow of magic directed into the thick dragon’s blood. The Voices told her the magic to perform, a form of blood magic she never even considered.

“This is fascinating. What is the ritual?”

“It’s to help with the bonding between me and Ataashi. I’ll be able to call for her from miles away.” The voices recited a series of elven words, then she repeated them aloud. The blood fizzled and bubbled briefly.

Dorian tipped the cup towards him as the blood fizzled, and just at that moment, Theneras reached out and dropped his tiny, pudgy fingers into the cup.

“Oh no!”

Theneras looked right at her and stuck his fingers into his mouth.

“No! Honey, no.”

The toddler made several faces of disgust, then stuck out his hand and tried to shake the blood off his fingers, but it was too late. “Off! Off!” He ordered whoever would listen.

Dorian handed the cup to her, then he quickly got out a cloth and wiped off the toddler’s hands.

With the Voices in her head frantically whispering for her to drink, she quickly drank the contents in the cup. There was no time to prepare herself, to find her nerve to drink dragon’s blood. But there it was. A thick malaise flowing thickly down her throat. It was tangy and metallic, and tasted of sulfur and smoke. And life. Life blossomed from the pit of her belly and spread to her limbs. A cloud swept across her mind, ruffling memories she had long forgotten, then clarity settled behind her eyes. The power of Ataashi’s blood not only gave her a bond with the beast, but also raw power flowed through her veins.

“So, what will happen to the boy?” The strain in Dorian’s voice was palpable, the guilt heavily written on his brow.

Tilting her head, she listened to the voices, “The bond is weak because Ataashi did not taste his blood. He may be more powerful as he grows up than without it. He may even make a powerful warrior, or mage. He may have an affinity with other dragons, since he was not carefully bonded to this one. It’s really hard to say. Being so young, maybe nothing.”

With the ritual done, and Cole and Iron Bull finished caring for the dragon, the two retreating from the beast with a strange look of fascination and awe. Ataashi flexed her wings out, rose up and beat her wings until she could propel herself from the ground and fly off.

“Boss, life is not boring around you.”

“She’s happy we helped. She feels free.”

#rhuewrites #serafina lavellan #dorian #iron bull #cole #solas #ataashi #flemythal #self indulgent mess #my writing #there be dragons here

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ashagarusinquisition · 7 years

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well, not all the elder dragons have that last name just because their power and size, in my opinion i think its because their age, since they are old or extremly old monsters, here I’ll show you a few of them, I’m only showing the gigant ones.

also, have you though about going on a trip Ms Alessia? so you can meet new monsters and who knows meaby make new friends and know new places, meaby make new friends with some of the gigant elder dragons and even the smaller ones, also i need to add, if you know how to swim, you can meet even the ones that live underwater.

also ill put their names and sizes just in case and also elemental control, so when you talk with them, you can have a topic to talk about :3

-Goldbeard Ceadeus - Size: 5837.2 cm

-Ceadeus - Size: 5837.2 cm

Ps: The ceadeus brothers live underwater, just in case and their element is water

-Raviente or great crag wyvern - Size: emmm there is no size for this snake, it only says colossal, s..so..ehem….it makes sense, t..this monster has the same size as an island - Element: Fire

Ps: the Raviente and its other two brothers, the white raviente or Violent raviente and berserk raviente live in an island

-Ashen Lao shan lung or Rock mountain dragon - Size: Large…..i think its name speaks for itself (also the ashen lao shan lung its a subspecie of lao shan lung its difference is its grey scales) - Element: Dragon

-Lao shan lung or Old mountain dragon - Size: Large……..ok…i dont know how the hunters can hunt these dragons, the dragons dont even die!! they ran away when the hunter deals them the enough damage…i mean…the lao shan could just step of one hunter to finish him off!! - Element: Nope

Ps: the lao shan lung brothers live in a fortress

-Shen Gaoren - Size: Large….hey look its Mr tall crab, but did you know he has two brothers? - Element: Nope

-Tappeki shen gaoren - Size Large….well this is one of them, the difference is that this one is using an Akantor shell instead of a lao shan shell - Elements: Fire

-Guren Shen Gaoren - Size Large….same as tappeki, but its entire body is emiting fire - Elements: ??????

-Yamatsukami or Floating Mountain dragon - Size: Very large…really i dont need to explain this one, and it has a brother too - Element: Nope

-Yama Kurai or floating peak dragon - Size: Large - Element: Nope - element: nope

-Berserk Raviente or Great Crag wyvern - Size: Colossal - Element: Fire

-Violent Raviente or White Raviente - Size Colossal - Element: fire

ps: yeap these two are the brothers of the raviente, but the Berserk one lives underground on a huge cave of the island

-Jhen Mohran or Crest Mountain dragon - Size:11161.9 cm…….this is like a ceadeus, but it swims on sand…yeah…..dont aske me how…..magic meaby? - Element: Nope

-Hallowed Jhen Mohran or pUrple Jhen Mohran or also Soul Mountain Dragon - Size: 11161.9 cm…….yeap…jhen mohran brother…… - Element: Nope

why do i keep saying only brothers?…….im pretty sure they have sisters, but how could i know if for example the purple jhen mohranis not a sister instead of a brother…..i just cant ask them that..its rude!!!….besides i cant just go under them and check their gender…!!!!

-Dareh Mohran or Huge Mountain Dragon - size: 11446.5cm…brother…sister….i dont know….!! T_T - element: Nope

-Dara Amadyura or Dalamadur or also Serpent King Dragon - Size: 44039.7cm …..yeah…it has a brother….sister…….NVM - Elements: Nope

-Dara Amadyura Ashu or Shah Dalamadur or also Snake Emperor Dragon - Size: 44039.7cm - Elements: Nope

-Gogmazios or Giant Halberd Dragon - Size:4920.5cm - element: fire

Ps: i have a theory for this elder dragon, i think gogmazios is the Papa of all the mogalas, but if he is the papa who is the mama? meaby the dalamadur?

if you decide to make a long trip, meaby you can meet these elder dragons and make friends with them, just try to dont be scare of their size!!

((submitted by @thedragonkingdom))

While it will indeed be a thrill to meet them up close and personal, it is never a guarantee that it will be a peaceful meeting. But who knows, maybe they would actually be friendly and accommodating.

So, the Ceadeus brothers live underwater. Well, they would be difficult to meet, unless they go on shore. (I wonder what it looks like underneath the sea?)

The colossal Raviente… wait, the size of an island? Wow! I could be standing on him without me even knowing! That’s waaaaaaaaaay bigger than tall crab!. He even has siblings. I wonder if they live together. Maybe they themselves constitute their islands, haha. Just kidding.

The Lao-Shan Lung… hey, his face resembles tall crab’s shell. Hmmm, maybe– no, it is indeed a Lao-Shan’s skull. I don’t think they’re immortal though, it could be that the hunters are just dealing moderate damage to him, but not enough to kill them (Why though, elder Lao’s just passing through)

And look, it’s tall crab and his brothers! Except they’re wearing Akantor skulls? Maybe the Akantor’s reaaaally fiery, and that Tappeki and Gurren lived in the same place, hence giving them an affinity to fire.

The Yamatsukami siblings would be easy to miss, since they do resemble mountains, but the only difference between them and the peaks are movement xP. Strangely, they don’t have an wyvernlike or dragonlike characteristics, but yeah.

And then the Mohrans… wait, swimming on sand? What comes to mind is usually the desert sand, which can be walked on. Perhaps the sand that they live in is really fine that it’s swimmable, not to mention really vast. It would be a challenge to meet them, since I’m… not a fan of the desert heat, but I can always try.

And then we have the Dalamadur siblings… they reign over a large area, such that they reside on the peak of their respective homes… They’re quite strong ( and boop-able) x3c

You also included Gogmazios again… so that’s what he looks like. I expected him to have a more amplified version of the Frenzy, but he spews beams of fire instead. (Awesome)

It could be that I’m a bit lazy, but if time wills it, I would definitely go. It will be fun.

#ask blog #submission #shagaru magala #elder dragons #loooong post #this is really informative #at least now i know who is who xp #and i feel im gonna meet a few of them very soon #which is good #((though i'm really slow at drawing it))

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texanredrose · 7 years

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Family Reunion

I've been stuck like chuck on everything else, so here's just shy of 9k words of weird High Fantasy ridiculousness to try and get out of a rut. Thanks to @dashingicecream for use of her Snow Cubs.

Mornings in the capitol city were a sight to behold: the merchants that crowded the square offering trinkets from every corner of the empire, colorful customers from even more exotic locales examining them, and the royal guard marching through the throng of people with their shining armor catching the rising sun. Although her hood was pulled far over her head to obscure her identity, she could still observe the familiar sights with a fond smile, making her way through the crowd with little fanfare. A travel worn brown cloak, patched leather vest, and dusty trousers didn't make for the most flattering appearance, but the practicality of her ensemble soothed any wounded pride over the looks she got from others, especially given the precious cargo latched onto her back and hidden by the cloak, much like the sword at her hip. Although she doubted anyone would harass her beyond the well meaning observer, she'd rather reach her destination undisturbed; she'd been gone far too long to excuse petty delays.

She pushed her way past a group of elves examining the bow collection of a Valen vendor, stepped around dwarfs weighing the merits of Menagerian metal work, and ducked past a few magicians demonstrating the superiority of Atlesian wants when compared against the Vacuon counterparts. All the while, faded memories of her youth- walking around this exact marketplace, but half as full and filled with exclusively humans and Atlesian merchants- sprang up, causing the small smile on her lips to tug a little wider. Under her sister's guiding hand, Atlas transformed from a cold, brutal nation of bitter invariability to a thriving, colorful country bursting with the flavor of every part of Remnant. Still cold and brutal, especially during the winters, but now filled with a warmth that couldn't be given by hearth or torch.

As she passed the center of the marketplace, her eyes caught on the fountain, water remaining within its bounds thanks to some magic spell or other. Years ago, it depicted a mounted knight using his lance to stab into a dragon's heart, a testament to the valor of humans and a reminder that, though they should be feared, the magically inclined creatures who inhabited the realm could still be killed by mortal men. Conveniently, the fact that the royal family which had ruled over the land for countless generations itself had magic thrumming through their veins- an ancient sort which required no word or wands, just an imposition of will- was left out every warning about magical beasts and the peoples of Remnant who whispered to stones to build their houses and asked trees for bark. Now, though, only the dragon remained, with its wings spread wide and head reared back to spew water instead of flames, a giant werecat stalking between its forelegs while a chimera sat beneath its tail, a myriad of smaller creatures dancing across the water's surface and children of all races seemed to be playing among the beasts. The commission was wonderfully done, the stone somehow shining like scales and rippling like fur as the water touched it, and it made her pace quicken towards the towering castle gates.

They were thrown open, as per usual at this time of day, but curiously absent was the long line of various citizens looking to air a grievance to the crown. At the same time, she didn't see anyone else concerned about the nonexistent gaggle of disgruntled people that seemed to clog the King's Way every other day, all the royal guards standing their post as if nothing was amiss. When she'd nearly reached the gates, she saw one she half remembered as being chatty, almost too much, so she called out to him.

"Is the Queen not taking audience today?"

He blinked, apparently surprised, and shook his head. "No, Traveler; Her Majesty will take audience tomorrow, though, and the taverns will give you a free night's board, courtesy of the Crown, for your inconvenience." His lips lifted in a small smile, gaze darting towards the entrance to the castle labyrinth. "Her Majesty decided to spend the day with family, you see."

"I've come at a good time, then," she replied, reaching up to push back her hood. Now that her blue eyes and white hair weren't hidden, recognition flashed in the guard's eyes before he dropped to one knee. It seemed that, despite the dirt and grime she'd accumulated from her journey, Princess Winter Schnee could still be recognized among her people, if she allowed it.

"Your Highness!" Every guard in the area, now alerted to her presence, immediately dropped to a knee, bowing their heads in reverence. "You must be, uh, weary from your travels- is there anything I can get you?"

"No, Ser Jaune. Just tell me where I can find my sister. Is she in the garden?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Excellent," she said, turning towards her new destination. "Carry on."

Dimly, she registered the clinking of their armor as they got to their feet while her own carried her through the archway, every guard she passed straightening their posture. Once, it might've irked her how lax they stood, the slight slouch in their backs registering as a lack of discipline, but recent years had... softened her, just a bit. Certainly, she'd discovered a well of compassion within herself that was previously frozen over and completely inaccessible until the warmth of her lover thawed it all away. So, rather than a curt reprimand, she merely gave them nods of acknowledgement as she passed, striding between tall hedges and working her way through the labyrinth to the garden's center. Having gone a full year without seeing the younger woman for the first time in her life- without being within the castle's walls, really- almost gave her reason to jog, but she was mindful of the cargo she carried shifting on her back, disturbed by the increase in her pace already.

A few steps away from the last turn, she heard her sister's voice. However, it was not how she'd hoped to hear it.

"Ah! My arm!"

"Weiss?" She took the last corner, fully prepared to draw the sword from her hip, but stopped with her hand on the hilt as she caught sight of the scene playing out before her.

There was her sister, the crowned Queen of Atlas, lying in the grass flat on her back, her left forearm raised in defense as a little grey werecat sank its tiny teeth into the leather bracer she wore, a high whine that would one day become a menacing growl eking out of the feline's mouth. Two more cubs relentlessly attacked the laces of her scuffed black boots, looking like mirrored opposites of one another with their bodies mostly black or white, and the other color cutting a jagged streak over the top of their head and tinting one ear. Yet another, this one white with a broad black stripe running from nose to tail over their belly and back, tried valiantly to wrestle with the young woman's right forearm, using all the strength in their little body to try and muscle the appendage to the ground. It was working, though slowly, even as Weiss' groans of 'agony' increased in volume.

"You wound me, you magnificent beast!" The assailed young woman cried, tossing her head to keep the pure white strands of her offset ponytail from being caught under any of the cubs. "Oh, what will I ever do? How can I ever break free?"

"Dear, you're selling it too hard." Winter followed the sound of the voice, not at all surprised to see the pitch black werecat lounging on the garden grass, ears canted towards the newcomer despite amber eyes never leaving the small white cub currently trapped between her paws. Once, years ago, the very sight of such a creature would send a spike of fear driving deep into her, but that era ended when the former King and Queen of Atlas were dethroned. Now, the werecat, almost pure muscle and easily twice the size of any man, brought comfort and reassurance. Many things would fall before she would dare let anyone harm her mate- or, Winter mentally amended, her cubs- so there was little worry about her sister's well being during her travels. "Also, we have company."

The Queen halted her exaggerated mauling long enough to throw a slight scowl towards the garden's entrance, ready to deal with the intrusion upon her day as swiftly as possible, but stopped the sharp words from escaping once she saw who it was, settling instead for an incredulous gasp. "Winter?"

The weary traveler smiled. "It's good to see you, too, Sister."

Weiss tried to get up but the cubs were reluctant to let their chew toy escape so quickly, sensing the change in their mother's demeanor but unsure what it meant. As a compromise, the elder sister crossed the grass, reaching up the release the clasp on her cloak and letting it fall behind her. Within the walls of her family's castle, she had nothing to fear, and it was a relief to be free of the light burden. Her approach caused the cubs to abandon their tasks, ears perking at the unfamiliar gait of a stranger before seeking shelter behind the Queen and peeking their heads out, eyes of blue and amber watching with great interest.

"I was beginning to think you wouldn't return," her sister said, sitting up and gently picking up the all grey cub, which was about the same size as an adult housecat, except with much bigger paws. The cub tried to turn away at first, the fur along their neck rising up as Weiss situated them in her lap, but slowly calmed down, giving their siblings courage to slowly come out from behind the Queen. "Were you able to find Yang? Is she alright? I would've expected her to be with you-"

"She's fine." Winter chuckled, kneeling down and offering a hand out with a limp wrist, waiting for the cubs to approach on their own. "She's enjoying herself right now; she'll join us soon, I'm sure."

"She's been grounded for quite a while, hasn't she?" Blake, apparently satisfied with her grooming of yet another cub, this one with snow white fur, and lumbered to her paws, the werecat's belly still heavy with milk for her cubs. Yet, she looked every bit the deadly predator Winter remembered from before she left, feline grace hardly impacted by the birth of her first litter. She made her way towards them, following the eager little cub racing to join their siblings. Even from a distance, Winter could see that the white one was the runt of the litter, the others several pounds heavier, but that didn't seem to deter them as they immediately clambered up the side of Weiss' thigh, much less afraid of the newcomer than the rest of the cubs. Or, perhaps, they just didn't have a reason to fear anyone bigger than them, seeing as everyone was bigger than them.

"Yes. It's been... an eventful year. For all of us, it seems." She hedged, watching as one of the two toned cubs made their way closer inch by inch. "But catching up on little details can wait. Introductions are in order, no?"

"Of course, of course. Where are my manners?" Weiss laughed, a clear and bright sound that only recently became known to the occupants of the castle. Last year, with the addition of the werecat's presence to the court, the Queen began to smile and laugh far more than her elder sister could ever recall, a welcomed respite from her taxing duties. It seemed her year spent away hadn't dampened the woman's spirits, though perhaps that was more a result of the cubs surrounding than a constant state of being. "Cubs, this is your aunt, Princess Winter, Steward of Atlas and my chief adviser." A sly smile appeared on her sister's lips. "But you can call her Aunt Winny."

A small frown touched her lips. "Don't ever call me that."

"Why not? It suits you." Blake offered, flopping down behind the Queen with a groan, tail curling just enough to indicate both her pleasant mood and her exhaustion. Luckily, Winter understood, even if she couldn't sympathize, and decided to let the teasing pass for the time being.

"And who do we have here?" Her smile stretched wide as the largest of the cubs finally left the Queen's lap to sniff curiously at the elder Schnee's hand, the rest of the littler following swiftly.

"This brave little explorer is Grace." Weiss touched a finger between the grey cub's ears, causing both to flick as blue eyes rolled up, trying to find the source of the contact. A little scratch of her nail seemed to placate the cub, enough for Winter to reach forward and run a finger down her niece's face, between the eyes and down to the nose. It seemed to work well enough with dragons, she figured the gesture might be something familiar to weres as well, and if the little flick of Grace's ears were any indication, she was correct. "And this adorable little troublemaker is Licht." The mostly black cub turned at the sound of his name, playfully avoiding his mother's touch but unable to predict the dual assault, though he seemed to lean into the elder Schnee's hand. His heterochromatic eyes focused on the tips of her fingers when she pulled away, swatting a little paw at her in retaliation for thwarting his game. "And this handsome little gentleman is Lumi." The cub's mirrored twin, with the black streak over his eyes- curiously enough, also heterochromatic with one blue and the other amber, though opposite which eye bore which color in comparison to Licht- stayed perfectly still, allowing himself to be pet patiently. The moment the introduction finished, though, he quickly set about 'stalking' the bit of string tying his aunt's boot. "And this energetic little heartbreaker is Noire." The black striped cub tilted her head, rolling onto her back the moment Winter reached forward, paws flailing in the air for a moment before allowing the touch, amber eyes shutting briefly. "And, finally, we have our sweet little angel, Harmony."

The pure white cub, apparently done waiting her turn, sprang forward and immediately clamped her jaws around Winter's finger, tiny fangs pressing into her skin and nearing the verge of discomfort. Winter raised a brow, amused by the cub's gnawing and the slow drooping of her ears and tail, but her attention slid to her sister at the gentle clearing of a throat. "Hmmm?"

"Play along." Weiss' expression pinched slightly, her tone low as she spoke behind her hand. "It helps build their confidence."

"Oh." Nodding, the elder of the duo paused to consider for a moment before putting her unoccupied hand to her forehead and cringing. "Oh, woe is me! The pain is almost too much to bear!"

Although Harmony seemed to appreciate her flair, ears perking up as she renewed her vigorous assault, Weiss immediately shot Blake a flat look. "And I was overselling it?"

"She's not my mate and she's not their mother; she's allowed to exaggerate," the werecat replied with a grin, crossing her paws and resting her chin atop them. "Besides, she's dug her own grave; now she'll have to top that each time their bites get stronger or they won't leave her alone."

Harmony, growing bored with gnawing on the offered digit, released her to go play with her siblings, all of whom seemed to be quite engrossed in a game of trying to catch Grace's tail. The little grey cub, however, had a clever mind, running towards her Mommy's hindquarters so Blake could take over being the bait, the cubs apparently deciding that catching the larger prey would be easier, especially since Grace could help them. Entertained as they were, Winter decided it was time to broach the bit of news she carried, though she hoped to transition to the topic gently.

"They're lovely. I'm sorry I missed their birth, and your wedding. It wasn't our intention, I assure you."

"Actually... about that." Weiss suddenly looked a good deal chagrined, shuffling so she could lean back against her lover, one hand absently finding its way into midnight black fur while the other remained on her lap, easily accessible if any of the little ones desired some attention. "We postponed the wedding. I really wanted you to be there for it... and then this happened, erm, unexpectedly." Winter's brows raised, genuinely surprised. "I suppose my aura's a bit more powerful than I thought."

"That's something the two of you have in common," Blake said, cracking one amber eye open and wiggling her nose. That was one of the things she could appreciate about the werecat's sense of tact: she always managed to find a means to convey her intent without using words. "But, I agreed with Weiss; it wouldn't feel right having the ceremony without you and Yang here with us. Getting pregnant was... a surprising side effect of waiting."

Unable to help it, the elder Schnee laughed, though she opted not to comment that perhaps they should've 'waited' on a few more things. It would be a tad hypocritical. "Too bad we exiled Mother and Father. I'm sure they'd have an absolute fit giving both of us lectures on the legitimacy of childbirth out of wedlock."

Immediately, Weiss rolled her eyes and huffed. "Ugh, don't think it hasn't crossed my mind, and the nobles- wait." Her sister stopped, furrowing her brows. "Both of us?"

"Yes." She turned her head, speaking softly. The whole while the cubs were being introduced, she could feel the nervously energy radiating from her precious cargo, but the lack of a volatile reaction assured her that everything would be fine. At the very least, none of the cubs were quite of the strength or size to pose a significant threat, should things start to go awry. "Zephyr? Come out, Sweetheart, and meet your aunts and cousins."

It took a moment, light scratching against her leather vest immediately preceding a stillness. When it stretched nearly to the point she thought something might be wrong, Zephyr gathered her courage and poked her head up and over Winter's shoulder, cool blue eyes darting between all the new faces. She see the nervous twitch in her whiskers and could feel the way her daughter pressed against her back, as if ready to duck down at any moment.

"I can't believe I owe Yang gold for this." The werecat shook her head with a fond smile. "Baby dragons are rather cute."

"Cute- Blake, she's absolutely precious," Weiss said, leaning forward and offering out her hand. "Are we certain she's related to Yang?"

Aside from clearly being a dragon, she could see where the joke might hold a kernel of legitimate curiosity. Pure white scales and a slim build seemed to place Zephyr at the opposite end of the spectrum from the towering, broad shouldered golden dragon, but the Queen of Atlas had the benefit of never seeing one of the little one's tantrums. In those moments, no one could possibly mistake her lineage, when cool blue eyes turned to a deep violet. Already, there was a font of dread welling up in her chest at what the 'terrible twos' would entail, especially for a child with both the Schnees' legendary stubbornness and Yang's temper, nevermind her draconic form, but something told her that no matter how terrible it got, she wouldn't want to be anywhere else. She raised a hand, allowing Zephyr to take refuge in a familiar touch, the small spikes along the top of her head lightly digging into the woman's palm.

"Is this why Yang ran off? To go lay an egg without telling anyone?" The younger woman stilled her hand, waiting for the little dragon adjust to her presence. Zephyr shifted higher on Winter's back, stretching out her neck to lightly bump her nose against the offered digit. She almost immediately retreated, once again hiding behind her mother's shoulder, but the reaction was an expected one. It had taken a full week for her to acclimate to Winter, partly because the little dragon had yet to encounter a creature other than Yang and partly because the woman spent the better part of that week lecturing her lover in a mostly civil tone. Mostly. "I never would've imagined any offspring of Yang's to be this timid. Or yours, for that matter."

"That overgrown lizard's always been the exception, not the rule," Blake said fondly, tilting her head when Lumi and Licht started climbing her shoulder, apparently keen on chewing on her ear. She couldn't make it too easy for them, though her attempts to avoid their nips required hardly any effort on her part, and she appropriately cringed and growled whenever caught. "Dragons are solitary creatures in their youth, too vulnerable without conscious access to their magic and afraid of the world. Until she accepts us as part of her family, she'll be wary."

"How long will that take?" Weiss carefully scooped a hand under Grace, who seemed to be on the losing end of a battle to stay on her paws while enduring a sneezing fit, and deposited the cub in her lap while rubbing her back soothingly, worry pinching her brow. "I don't want her feeling unwelcome-"

"Once Yang arrives, she'll be more confident." She assured her sister, a small smile on her lips as she turned her head to look at her daughter. Despite being a tad overwhelmed by the new sights, sounds, and smells of the castle- and no doubt the entirely foreign presence of Blake and the cubs- Zephyr seemed to be taking the revelations well. She hadn't tried gliding back to where her cloak lay discarded and burrowing into the fabric, at least. "You're doing wonderful, Sweetheart."

The little dragon raised her head again, her wings fluttering in excitement before she curled in, rubbing against the side of Winter's neck to return the affection. The contact was short lived, however, as Zephyr snapped her head up and turned, slitted eyes focused on the castle's southern wall. Blake seemed to notice something, too, as her gaze fixed on some unseen point. She might've been concerned but any worry quickly evaporated when she felt the little claws scrabbling as Zephyr tried to get higher, tail lashing about excitedly.

A moment later, Yang appeared, soaring over the castle walls with ease, her bright scales shimmering with every motion. She passed over them, sending the cubs scurrying for cover between their mothers, while Winter stood, holding out her arm so her daughter could scurry along, wrapping her tail around her mother's forearm for balance while standing up on her back legs and calling out to her Momma overhead. Yang had likely seen them during her pass but she still turned her head, as if her child's calls alone had been her clue to their location, and banked hard to come back towards the garden. There would be just enough space for Yang to land despite her size- from nose to tail, she measured almost as long as the battlements were tall- but neither Blake nor Weiss seemed at all concerned, both doing their best to keep the cubs calm while Winter put a placating hand on Zephyr, stroking along her spine. With a great flap of her wings to ease her landing, the dragon touched down, shaking the ground slightly and pulling tiny mewls from the cubs as they tried to understand what just happened, all the while Zephyr eagerly waiting for Yang to turn around, bending her long neck so her daughter could scramble onto her nose. She dropped the travel packs she'd carried in one clawed paw, disregarding the personal effects entirely to focus on the little one.

"Hey, long time, no see," the dragon said, a cheery note in her voice despite the deep timbre. "What's up?"

Weiss furrowed her brows almost immediately, putting her hands on her hips. "You did not just ask us 'what's up' like you haven't been gone without reason for a full year."

"I had a reason! I just, uh, didn't mention it when I left..." Yang had the decency to look a tad sheepish, despite having received this lecture a few times since last she walked the castle's grounds. "Mainly because I didn't really, well, know why- but, hey, look on the bright side! Now we all know, and we're all back together! That counts for something, right?"

"Let no one ever accuse you of dwelling on the past." Blake offered with a wry grin on her feline features, her laid back attitude doing wonders to set the cubs at ease. One by one, they peeked out, staring in wonder at the golden dragon even as she turned her attention to her own offspring.

"You've been good for Mother, haven't you?" One eye closed as Zephyr made her way up, perching at the top of her Momma's head before chirping out a reply that pulled a laugh from Yang. "Oh, is that right?"

Winter watched with amusement, noting her sister's expression as the dragons continued to growl at each other, speaking in their own tongue.

"Do you ever understand a word of it?" Weiss spoke softly, though there was no doubt Blake overheard them, one of her ears flicking back briefly.

She shook her head. "Never."

Relief suffused her sibling's expression. "I thought it was just me. I swear, I think I can place specific sounds, but it just... makes no sense."

"It'll come with time." Winter straightened her posture. "We're Schnees, Weiss. There's no challenge we can't overcome."

"Through sheer stubbornness." The werecat added, though she seemed more amused with the assertion than exasperated by it.

"Heads up!" Immediately, she looked towards her lover, seeing Zephyr gliding down towards her and bracing herself against the impact. Although it could be unexpected and a tad disorienting, Winter relished the moment her daughter landed against her chest, claws sinking into the leather of her vest to keep hold; she wouldn't be able to do this much longer, according to Yang, who guessed the little dragon would grow to the size of a small dog in about two more months. By then, she should also be able to shift to a human form, too, but thoughts of the future could be put aside for the moment, especially seeing as the golden dragon finally caught sight of the little cubs now making themselves known. "Aw, they're adorable! Guess we're not the only new parents."

Yang lowered her head to the ground, turning so she could watch the cubs with one eye. The five remained apprehensive, Grace inching forward with Harmony not far behind, Licht doing his best growl while Lumi hunched his shoulders beside his brother, and Noire just looking between the two dragons, as if trying to work out how something so small looked almost exactly like something so large. Eventually, Blake took it upon herself to get up, padding over towards her friend with her tail swinging low to the ground, oozing ease and confidence as she stopped beside the dragon's cheek and sat on her haunches.

"Come here, cubs." The werecat looked back towards the little ones, leaning against Yang's jaw. "She's loud and obnoxious, but she won't hurt you."

"Weiss, don't tell me you've turned my best friend against me! I'm shocked, absolutely shocked." The dragon lamented, though a smile played across her reptilian features. "Or maybe you're just cranky. Let me guess- you're stuck like that until they move to solid food, huh?"

"Oh, shut up, you overgrown lizard." Blake lashed out with her tail, smacking against golden scales lightly. "Just wait until the first time you fall asleep somewhere low to the ground in your human form, and they come looking for milk."

Before a crass reply could come, Winter smoothly cut in, her tone light despite the seriousness of her words. "I will gently remind you that Blake likely had an easier time with birthing the cubs than you did laying an egg, Sundrop."

The dragon's eye twitched, lightly puffing air through her nostrils even as the cubs began climbing on their Mommy's back, putting tiny paws on golden scales as they investigated together. All the while, Zephyr remained calm, cuddled into Winter's chest and watching the other little ones curiously. She even let Weiss run a finger along the top of her head, much like her sister had done with the cubs, and gave nothing aside from a brief fluttering of her wings and a flick of her tail in response.

"She's taken a liking to you already," the elder of the two said, a smile on her lips. "You're rather good with children."

"Purely through sheer force of will. The past month has been quite the crash course, honestly." She quickly straightened out her appearance- an old habit that seemed reluctant to die- and checked the straps of her bracers, tugging at the sleeves of her cream colored top before tightening her ponytail. "Thankfully, Blake's a natural. I don't think..." Her expression dropped into one of deep thought before she continued. "I don't think we would've made it individually. At least, I wouldn't have. Raising one would've been a trial, but five at the same time?" She looked over to her mate, the werecat using her snout to push Licht up onto the ridge of Yang's nose, following Grace as she went to investigate the ivory horns arching above the dragon's head, and smiled softly. "I'm lucky to have her in my life. And the cubs, you, even Yang, and now Zephyr- despite everything, our family's growing, and I'm just-" She cut herself off with an unexpected laugh. "I'm just so happy right now."

Winter's lips twitched into a wider smile, pleased to see how much her younger sibling had grown in such a short amount of time. This wasn't the same young woman groomed to be a cold, calculating ruler since they were young; her intrinsic benevolence and strong heart helped her become something so much more. "I am, too. It's been a long road already, and I think things will get harder in coming years, but I'm quite pleased with how everything's turned out thus far."

"In a castle with two dragons, three ill-trained arcane mages, and six werecats, you honestly only think things will get harder?" Weiss laughed, putting a hand to her forehead. "Blake's insisting they learn to hunt like proper werecats and nobles and I have no doubt Yang will want Zephyr to visit the Dragonlands at some point. Our own magic- well, I'm not sure about you, of course, and you've always been more disciplined, but I just learned how to conjure, and now I'm meant to rule?" Rather than become overwhelmed by the enormity of the tasks ahead of them, the Queen squared her shoulders, determination shining in her eyes. "Things will be more difficult in years to come. All that means is that we must work even harder to overcome them and we're perfectly capable of such, especially given our chosen partners."

"You've become quite the optimist." Winter lightly bumped their shoulders together. "I recall a young woman always fretting over the smallest details growing up, trying to be perfect."

Her little sister nodded, chuckling softly. Yet, somehow, when their gazes met, she looked older, more mature, and it suddenly felt less like she was looking at a younger version of herself and more like a glimpse into a future she might've become. "Perfection is overrated. I'll admit being exposed to Ruby certainly helped but I suppose that's only part of it. I'm grown now, I have a family to help raise, and a country to rule. Without a little optimism, I'm quite sure I'd collapse under the weight of it all."

Blake, having had an ear cocked back towards them the whole time and with all the cubs now exploring the expanse of Yang's head to the dragon's delight, padded over and pushed her head beneath the woman's arm, nuzzling into the side of her chest. "Even if you did, I'd pick you up."

"Of course you would, Love," she replied, bending down to press a kiss to the center of the werecat's head, running a hand between her ears soothingly. "However-"

"Uh oh, heads up!"

Curious at the slight anxiousness in Yang's tone, the three of them looked up only for Weiss to be almost immediately assaulted by a flying cub; apparently, Licht thought replicating Zephyr's trick was a good idea, despite having little to no way to control his descent after becoming airborne. By either luck or reflexes honed by her newfound status as a parent, the woman caught her son well enough, but she didn't have much of a chance to chide him for his recklessness before Lumi followed suit, crashing into his mother with significant force and forcing the woman to concern herself with catching rather than lecturing. Then Noire, then Grace, and finally Harmony all jumped as well, and the last seemed to be just too much for Weiss to handle as she lost her balance and landed on the flat of her back, covered in cubs and thoroughly unamused.

"Yang, you've been back five minutes and you're already causing havoc!" A cold glare landed on the sheepish dragon, whose smile did little to temper the ire directed her way.

Winter could only laugh, kneeling to allow a suddenly very interested Zephyr down to the ground while the cubs went about finding their paws again, a little disoriented from their impromptu flight. Harmony almost immediately recovered, bounding towards the little dragon and flicking her tail playfully. Although she seemed less reluctant to retreat than before, Winter noted that her daughter still seemed a bit mystified by the werecats, tucking her wings in to make herself appear less of a threat.

Furrowing her brows, the woman wondered how long it would take for the little ones to acclimate to each other. Although dragons were solitary by nature, Yang was probably the most social of her kind in recorded history, and she'd hoped that Zephyr would take more after the blonde than herself. She didn't want any child of hers growing up accustomed to the sensation of loneliness the way she and Weiss did when they were young.

"Hey, Snowdrift." Her attention switched to the larger dragon, who seemed to read her mind. "Think what you did to introduce yourself to Zeph might work for them?"

"It's... possible?" Truth be told, it was less a conscious decision to 'introduce herself' to the little dragon and more the peak of her frustration with having her own child scurry away in fear, but it seemed to do the trick. Afterwards, Zephyr didn't seem to mind her approaching, and even took to climbing into her lap or onto her back when possible. Their relationship progressed form there but that night by the campfire certainly constituted the beginning. "The least we could do is try. Presuming, of course-"

"Presuming we have some obscure prop readily available?" Weiss raised a brow, actually daring to sound affronted when addressing her elder sister. "Because we're certainly not lacking for motivation. Come, Winter, what do you need us to do?"

"Well... the first thing to do is to get on her level." She laid down on the grass with her arms out to her sides, waiting for her sister to mirror the position before continuing and a little surprised Blake seemed just as interested, pressing herself low to the ground beside her mate.

"Uh, Blakey-"

"I'm full of milk, Yang, not cubs. A little physical exertion is good for me."

For her part, Zephyr perked up, looking between Winter and her extended family as the cubs, unable to understand the instructions themselves, merely copied their Mommy, the five lining up in a neat little row between Blake and Weiss. The little dragon made a few noises, high pitched chirps that sounded excited, and then pressed herself towards the ground, tail behind her and wings spread just the tiniest bit. Yang carefully maneuvered herself her lover and child, her shadow blocking out the sun.

"Now, look at her. Make eye contact and maintain it." Winter contemplated how to describe the next step before settling on the most straight forward method available. "Next, you need to push yourself up to your 'hind legs', curl your fingers like they're claws, and roar."

Predictably, her sister shot her a look that managed to convey her confusion as to how, exactly, the woman arrived at this particular series of actions, but she nodded regardless. After taking a moment to gather herself, Weiss pushed herself up to her knees, did her best impression of a snarling dragon, and growled in a way that strayed closer to the sounds the werecats made than anything a dragon would. Then again, the similarity might've seemed so obvious because Blake managed to execute her own motions almost in sync with her mate, using her tail to keep her balance as she reared up on her hind legs, brought out her claws, and roared loud enough to echo off the castle's walls, ears laying back out of habit. Even the cubs attempted their own mimicry, their tiny growls not nearly as loud as their Mommy's but heartfelt all the same, little paws clawing at the air. When the werecats and Weiss returned to the ground, a few of the cubs stumbling slightly, it was time for the next step.

In answer, Winter, Yang, and Zephyr reared back and replied, with the golden dragon's roar being accompanied by a line of flames arching high over the garden and a tiny burst of blue fire coming from their daughter. Yang's tail and the strength in her limbs allowed her to keep her upper body from coming back down too harshly, and remain in position long enough to deliver her roar, but the little dragon had to flap her wings a few times to do the same, though that hardly mattered. The moment she had her claws back on the ground, Zephyr shot forward, investigating the cubs with vigor now that she seemed to accept them as being 'dragon enough' to safely interact with- at least, that was how the blonde explained it when they were confronted with the result of her first time doing the actions. Whatever the reason, the young werecats seemed entirely too thrilled with their new playmate, sniffing at the little dragon and pushing at her with their paws, only to have a tail or wing tap them from an unexpected angle and send them jumping away, just to come back a few moments later.

Already aware of the impending dangers, Winter quickly pushed herself up to her hands and knees. "Weiss, you should get up."

"Hmmm?" Her sister blinked, entirely distracted by watching the little ones play together, crossing her arms in front of her and resting her chin atop them. "Is something the matter?"

"If you stay down there too long, you're gonna regret it." She could hear the amusement in her lover's voice without seeing the smile curling her lips.

"What on Remnant- oh." Too late, the woman found herself rather suddenly declared sacred land that required defending as an impromptu game of 'king of the hill' began, with Zephyr being the first to clamber onto her back. The cubs swiftly followed, Licht and Lumi working in tandem to displace the dragon while Harmony and Noire relied on their speed to bait the other three into battling each other before acting on their distractions. Grace, on the other hand, seemed perfectly content to leave the others to their game, instead padding over to try sinking her tiny fangs into Winter's sleeve, looking for something a little more solid to test her strength against. "Cubs! Children! I am the Queen of Atlas and your Mother, not a playground!"

"You didn't seem to object when they were crawling all over my face." Yang pointed out.

"Comparatively, that's less of a problem, seeing as you're the size of a house and I'm-"

"Tiny?"

"Petite. I am petite, you roaming fireplace."

"Right, so, tiny."

"Yang, stop giving my mate grief." The werecat gently chided, apparently coming to Weiss' rescue by nosing the cubs off the woman's back. Zephyr took a little more effort, the dragon using her wings to try and outwit the larger challenger but eventually conceding defeat. Clear of the little ones pinning her down, Weiss made one attempt to regain her feet, which was effectively thwarted when Blake plopped herself down instead, a sly smile on her lips as she directed her gaze towards the cubs and dragon. "Also, mine."

"Blake!" The Queen wheezed, unable to even begin pushing herself up despite only a fraction of the werecat's body covering her own. "Blake, what are you doing?"

"Marking my territory," she replied, once again crossing her paws with a sense of finality.

Winter picked up Grace, surprised at how easily the cub accepted being held, and sat on the grass while Harmony did her best to clamber onto Zephyr's back, swatting at her wings while Licht tried nipping at her face, never quite able to get within reach. Lumi, meanwhile, tried halfheartedly to shake off Noire, who was gnawing on his right ear. Yang used her tail and neck to circle around all of them, watching the little ones play while her best friend teased her sister-in-law.

Well, legally speaking, that last bit didn't quite ring true yet, but once the excitement of being reunited died down, Winter fully intended to plan out the ceremonies for her sister and herself. Now only did she fully intend for Zephyr to be her heir but she but she wanted no one questioning the legitimacy of her feelings for Yang, despite their... rocky start, in both their relationship and parenthood. She shuffled back until she could lean against her lover's solid frame, content to sit with Grace curiously clawing at her vest, apparently amazed at the texture.

A thought struck her as she watched Licht get chased away by a spurt of blue flame- from personal experience, she'd found it wasn't yet truly hot enough to burn, merely heat tinged by the little dragon's innate magic- and hide by his Mother's head while she quietly argued for her freedom with the larger werecat. "Where's Whitley?"

Weiss stopped her struggling for a moment, a shadow passing over her expression as she mechanically reacts to her son swatting at her arm, twisting it left and right to keep Licht from catching the prize too quickly. "He's... likely in the library. He locked himself in there just after the cubs were born and I've hardly seen him since. I don't think he's... quite as enthused as we are."

"He probably doesn't understand it." Winter offered, saddened that things between her younger siblings hadn't improved since she left. Whitley always qualified as 'the difficult one' growing up, at first rebelling against their parents while his sisters did everything in their power to obey, and then playing the obedient son when the young women revolted, landing somewhere in the middle during the coup that won Weiss the crown. He'd been helpful and even kind in the month immediately before she left, chasing after Yang, but something might've changed in the meantime. Perhaps living with a pregnant werecat had some downsides she missed out on experiencing. "If it's any consolation, it's only a matter of time before Whitley finds someone special himself."

"I worry he's already found someone special: himself," her sister replied, a wry grin to her lips as she shoved aside her melancholy to react with appropriate feigned agony as Licht's bite finally found purchase.

However, it soon became apparent that he lacked the same energy from before, the others tiring as well and beginning to stumble around together, obviously fighting to remain upright while playing.

"Looks like it's time for a nap." Blake observed, pulling a groan from her friend.

"How do you get them to lay down? Zeph fights us every time and I have no clue what to do!" Yang bent her long neck to drag a clawed paw down her face. "She just snaps and runs around until she literally drops where she's standing! I know we're supposed to get her on some sort of schedule but-"

"It's easy." The werecat assured, lifting her head. "All you have to do is cheat. Watch."

Lifting herself up just enough for her mate to crawl out from under her, Blake waited a moment before starting up a low growl, demanding the attention of the cubs and Zephyr. Once their eyes were on her, the werecat opened her jaw wide, tongue lolling out as her ears shifted back. Almost immediately, the six little ones yawned as well, their determination to keep playing dramatically reduced with just that one little action. Then Blake did it again, settling back down and turning on her side, making a grand show of getting comfortable. Winter blinked in surprise when Grace suddenly wiggled out of her arms, padding a few feet away before laying down on the grass and yawning again. One by one, she was joined by her brothers and sisters, the cubs snuggling up together as they continued yawning, ears and tails drooping until they settled down. And, to her further surprise, Zephyr circled them, clearly intending to join the pile but looking between her parents before doing so, waiting for some sign it would be okay.

"Go on." Yang nodded, trying very hard to contain both her shock and excitement. "Get some sleep, kiddo."

Fluttering her wings in gratitude, the little dragon wasted no time in climbing atop the pile of cubs, apparently unwilling to find a spot among her cousins and opting instead to rest on top of them. None seemed to mind, Harmony going so far as to turn on her side, grab Zephyr's tail with her forepaws, and use it as a pillow of sorts.

In a matter of minutes, everything was still.

"Are... you... kidding me?" The golden dragon whispered, puffing out a breath through her nose. "That's it? That's all you do? And it works every time?"

"Obviously," Weiss replied, stifling a yawn of her own behind one closed fist. "Now, if you'd like to join us, I think a nap sounds rather nice."

The Queen of Atlas crawled towards her mate as Blake moved one paw to allow Weiss to curl up, back pressed to the werecat's front, before using her paw to pull them even closer together. If Winter had to guess, it was as much a pragmatic decision as a sentimental one; she couldn't imagine either of them being keen on changing their sleeping arrangement for long, all things considered, and this way meant it would be markedly more difficult for the cubs to wake their Mommy up by getting an early dinner.

Behind her, Yang shifted, just enough to draw her gaze up to the dragon's face. They were both exhausted from the journey back to the capital, true, and sleeping outdoors seemed the least of their concerns. While she would prefer cuddling up with Yang's human form, that would require retrieving suitable clothes for her to wear from their travel packs, and that seemed a bit too far- and too much loud movement- for the moment. Wordlessly agreeing, Winter got up and moved closer to her lover's front leg while the dragon extended one wing, providing shade for everyone and tucking her head up underneath it as well. Before laying down, the woman placed a kiss at the end of Yang's nose, smiling at the bump she received in reply.

With her back against the warm, golden scales of her lover, her sister and her mate already lightly dozing a few feet away, and their combined offspring between them, Winter drifted off into a peaceful, light slumber.

Without opening her eyes, she could tell three things: hours had passed they'd laid down, she was not ready to be awake yet, and her lover had moved in her sleep. The first she figured out from the cooler air and the orange glow against her eyelid, telltale of the setting sun bouncing off the castle's windows and into the garden and labyrinth below. The second, purely from her abnormal reluctance to actually move, likely a product of the long journey in search of Yang and bringing both dragons back home, most of that time spent either sleeping restlessly when she could or waking at odd hours when it seemed Zephyr needed food or water. The third, although hinted at by both the sunlight bearing down on her and the lack of warm scales at her back, actually had its biggest evidence in the loud snore Yang always developed whenever she slept even partially on her back. The light droning sent little vibrations through the ground and it would no doubt wake the others; until then, though, she could indulge a little while longer. She'd already grown used to the sound and, frankly, preferred it to the silence that haunted her during the months she spent searching for Yang.

"Safe to say any doubt is utterly erased." The dry remark came from her sister, who apparently was wide awake, and caused her to blink her eyes open and turn towards the sound.

Weiss sat, leaning back against Blake, and both of them were watching the little ones with curious little smiles. All six of them had shifted themselves in slumber, with Licht now using his brother as a pillow, Harmony having somehow found her way on top of Grace's head, Noire having turned completely around, and, still on top of them all, laid Zephyr. Except, instead of being laid out like before, she'd turned onto her back, her left legs making little kicks at nothing. She didn't need to look, but she did anyway, rolling over to see Yang behind her, with her left legs kicking at the air as well, in between her snores.

Rather than wake the golden dragon, Winter shuffled back until she could lean against Yang, making herself comfortable and allowing her eyes to fall shut as her lover's snoring sent vibrations through her back. The little ones were still asleep and, despite how much catching up remained for all of them, there would be time for that later.

For now, she was content to let those who could continue resting.

A/N: Once again, Grace, Licht, Lumi, and Harmony belong to Dash. Noire and Zephyr are my own Next Gen OCs.

#Monochrome #Elderburn #High Fantasy Next Gen AU #what is wrong with me jfc I need to do better #TRR writes

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