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alistairsmonstercafe · 4 months

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NSFW How to Gain the trust of a Dragon in the Dragons Den, Guide 02

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART ?

NOTICE; TOP/SWITCH Male Hybrid Reader

CHARACTER; BOTTOM/SUB Price, BOTTOM/SWITCH Soap,

CW; Threesome, slight choking? Hella horny dragon, body worship, praise, face sitting, fingering, ass eating, cock suckin' shit like that.

ADDITIONAL; I don't mind Fem/Fem aligned readers reading but don't feel insulted/complain that I strictly don't do Fem reader, not my cuppa tea mate.

INSPIRATION; @/Bluegiragi Monster AU on Twt and Tumblr & @/thegnomelord for the scale idea on tumblr.

NOTE; Accidentally posted the draft... | This will be a mini series staring our favorite little hybrids. Part ? Will be a poll of a repeat character or a non 141 character.

As Price paced outside the office, the temptation to peek behind that imposing door grew stronger. His hybrid instincts nudged him toward curiosity, but his rationality warned against it. He wasn't your mate. Not Soap's either. He'd be a prick if he suddenly barged in purely because he was a horny dragon, he hasn't felt the urge for a proper mate for years, but it was uncommon for species to crossbreed, or to even have packs, or other mates then one that weren't of the same species.

Yet, there was something magnetic about the possibility—a pull he couldn't quite resist. The thought flickered in his mind like a distant flame, leaving him torn between his innate curiosity and the risk.

And despite the gentle reach of his claw near the door, he didn't. He was old. Older then most of you, who would dare date a dragon of his age? Even people of his kind preferred dragons who could keep up with them, not groan at a sudden back pain or a weak knee. Nor the crowfeet on his eyes, signs of age in his face. His body was not as strong as in his younger days, and well, his stomach. It had a lot more pudge to it, something he'd never openly admit.

The following day, despite his position as captain, Price found himself stealing more glances at you and Soap, your little cuddles during lunch, or the way your tails intertwined. The soft cooing and purrs left to each other left him with want, tugging at the fringes of his thoughts. He couldn't shake off the inexplicable allure it held, even though he knew his authority wouldn't grant him it.

As he maneuvered through his duties, his mind kept circling back to you. He questioned his own reluctance to simply talk to you, push the conversation open. It wasn't about rules or permissions; it was a deeper, primal restraint holding him back, a fear of the unknown that clashed with his innate curiosity.

Yet, when he came back to his desk later that evening, he saw a small pile of, to what to most, would seem as mindless trinkets, was actually an abundance of jewels, some of his favorite coffee, tea, and a make shift.. Scale? No. That wouldn't make sense. He could recognize it as yours and Soap's fur. In the shape of a scale.

Were you lads trying to court him? A deep rumble erupted from his chest as he gently held up the item to his nose, his wings relaxing at the mixed scent. The scent of a mate, his instincts whispered. And he couldn't help but agree.

Tucking away the items he placed them in a small box on his shelf full of items he hoarded before. He couldn't have a huge hoard, so he did what he could. And turned the scale shaped fur, into a necklace he could wear on his chest. Closest to his heart. For he knew they had won it already.

It was the next day where you and Soap were idly chatting, he sat down infront of you, and slid over a scale cut perfectly down the middle for you two. You both easily looked up in shock, mouths open. "Wha- Cap'n- Does this mean-" Soap sputtered, and you were still quiet with your jaw still wide open.

"It does. Means it quite bloody clearly, Soap." He replies almost shyly, his firm voice is softened with love and affection as he smiles. Those beautiful crow lines appear once more and the sight of both of your tails swaying happily is a tell-tale sign hes done the right choice.

He's quick to get back up, walking to the door before stopping and turning back to say; "My room, at nine exactly. Alright?"

You're both quick to say yes and despite his cool demeanor as he leaves, Price feels hard as a rock as the first blooms of heat start back in his stomach. A feeling he hasn't felt in ages, but that can wait for later tonight. He wouldn't be a captain without all that self-discipline, after all.

So its when Price comes to the dark of his room, a little worn out, he surprised to suddenly see a nest, and you and Soap sitting on his bed with only the moon light to illuminate your features. And coo he does because he melts at the sight that you both waited for him.

You're the first to pull him in with a grin, your tail wrapping around his waist as you and Soap are quick to strip him down until hes left in a shirt and boxers. But hes quick to push you down onto your back in the nest as he sits on your lap, Soap he behind Price, kissing down his back as his tail wags.

But as you look up at Price, he looks like a beauty, and your hand gently traces down from his chin, to his toned yet supple and beautifuy scared chest, to his stomach, caressing the pudge as you whisper praise. And it. Makes Prices face burn with pride at the fact someone accepts him and his appearance, something he didn't think he'd be self conscious on.

Soap continues quick and sloppy kisses up his back, leaving soft nips and bites on him, leaving it mostly betweem you and Price. He loves both of you but you had both discussed the idea before. You wanted to pamper Price, and make him feel higher then cloud 9.

And you did, each kiss, and bite, began to switch as Price was switched around by Soap. And you easily pulled Price's hips towards you and kissed his ass, making Price groan in response. The sound cut short as Soap began to kiss him, stroking your cock in the meantime to keep you satisfied as well. It was his turn to assist.

"Fuck- Price- So fuckin' pretty for us." Soap groans out to price, and you can only agree, pressing kisses up his neck as his tail makes soft noises against the nest as it wags aggressively against it.

Price only moans a little, his hips still bucking into your mouth as your tongue is quick, and perfectly long enough to reach deep into him inside, his dragoh tail is quick to curl around your neck and slightly squeeze lovingly. The way you and Soap praise Price and his body makes him melt. Hes an old lad, scales of iron from how the world has hardened him and yet you make him so soft.

So loved.

So accepted.

He thought he was content with 141 but knowing that two of the members in it are his mates? He can only purr.

Its when Soap slides down and suck off Price whilst hes still sitting on your face does he lose it. Not knowing where to buck his hips either back and forth, and instead sways them. His claws tugging at Soaps hair and your hands wrapped tightly on his hips, bits of blood is evident from your claws but neither notice.

Its when you suddenly slide in a finger that Price goes almost limp, his tail squeezes a little tighter and his moans get louder. Damn the thin walls because tonight he knows hes going to be fucked well in his nest.

And in his eyes thats a night well spent.

Aftermath; By morning Gaz is the first of the 141 to complain. Small eyebags under his eyes as he stares at you, Soap, and Price.

"Fucked real good huh? Give me some earplugs next time alright?" He remarks, drinking some coffee, Ghost watches but said nothing. But theres something about the way his smoke slides up his arm at the words 'fucked', before sliding back down, gives you slight curiosity.

#cod #cod mw2 #gn reader #john price #john soap mactavish #male reader #monster au #john price x reader #soap x male reader #soap x reader #john x reader #john price x male reader

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dmitriene · 5 months

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𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗟𝗘𝗢𝗡 𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨.

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘣𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘨𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘗𝘜𝘙𝘌 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘛, 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘴, 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

leon loves you, he really loves you.

you don’t need to look into his eyes at an angle or through a microscope to see pure adoration in the blue glasses — leon is a guy who looks at you as if you were the most hidden treasure of the many shining trinkets in his lair, protecting and cherishing like a dragon from cartoons or fairy tales that is guarding his treasure without intending to give it to anyone.

he expresses his love and affection for you through words and actions, warm, viscous like honey offers of caress and touch, calloused fingers running over your body a map of prints, hickeys, bites — licking and kissing tenderly, every hollow, bulge, unevenness, uncertainty which can form in you and does not have time because he is always here, cooing and purring about how beautiful you are, for him, in his eyes, in the blue boundless oceans that stretch before your gaze, whether he is standing in front of you on his knees or at full height, whispering again and again — «so gorgeous, so beautiful, so adorable, a pure piece of art you are, sweetheart»

leon knows what complexes are, rejection of yourself, your body — working as an agent leaves its imprints, obsessive thoughts, someone else’s wrong word, and you struggle all your life with self hatred when all you see in the mirror is a chaotic parody of a person, instead of to notice something special, beautiful, your own — in the eyes you see irregularities, scars, hair, eyes, a smile, skin color, you, you, you.

in the end, everything closes, like wires in an electric box, on hatred of your own existence and reflection in the mirror, which he does not want to see in your eyes, does not want you to experience this, every person has his share of scars, they are beautiful, and he intends to convince you of the same.

his warming touches are always on your body, an arm around your waist, or two, on the very bottom of your back, on your stomach, on your thigh, on your hip, on the softness of your ass, on your breasts, which he periodically massages or squeezes in his warm palms, nuzzling his nose against it if he lies on you, he outlines every part of the skin, the skin that gathers in soft folds, intuitively rubbing, warming and massaging, while his nose rubs against your neck, shoulder, whispering purring, as if he had suddenly been reborn as a cat, words of deep love, tearing giggles from your lips — «so freaking gorgeous, fuck, you can't believe how much i adore you, darling»

every word of his caresses deeper than even his tongue could between your legs, he creates intimacy in his very presence next to you, plunging you into a silent, warm abyss, while he mumbles words of delight through slurps and squelches when he carefully spreads your legs, drawing soothing circles while his tongue pushed deeper, traced, and his lips closes around your throbbing clit, sucking, as if teasing, flicking it with the tip of his tongue with quick movements and making your hips jerk forward, sobs, pleas escaping your lips — «l-lee, need t'cum, pleaseplease leon»

you don’t see, your eyes are swollen with a light veil of tears, but you feel his lips spreading into a wide grin as he sharply sucks on your clit, slowly circling before pushing and relaxing his tongue in the tightness of your wet hole, while his fingers intuitively rub and play with your nipples, placing his palms on your breasts, squeezing or stroking them before pulling back from you completely, leaving your slickness absolutely neglected with wet pop, making half bloomed fireworks flash before your eyes, tearing disappointed whimpers from your lips as he mutters, licking his wet lips and slowly removing your juices from his short, already dark stubble — «wanna hear your voice telling me how beautiful my girlfriend are, baby, and then i'll let you cum properly, alright?»

you fidget on the rumpled sheets in dissatisfaction, and he knows he’s being cunning, denying your pleasure for the sake of something that can be discussed, worked on later, but it wouldn’t be leon if he didn’t act like a sly fox, so you raise your head, huffing in displeasure, fidgeting with your teeth over your lips, swollen from his previously starving kisses, and finally you meekly whisper, enough to satisfy his cunning face between your wet, plush legs — «i'm.. i'm beautiful, very, hmh.. — beautiful person, and your girlfriend»

he nods, you can barely see through the wet gaze how his head moves before he silently returns to his work, causing you to instantly arch and practically scream, moaning long and sweetly, throwing your head back as he fucks his tongue in and out of your slippery hole, rubbing your clit with his thumb and soon making lewd squelches and grunts, licking up the plethora of your juices and slowly bobbing his head following the light thrusts of his tongue, before your velvety, gummy walls clench around his pink, warm muscle and your legs practically fly off, if not for the strong the grip of his hands, your body goes absolutely limp from the force of orgasm that fills leon’s mouth with your slick, gushing all around his face, dripping with clear liquid down his lips and chin.

you come to your senses when the white noise leaves your ears gradually, and warm fingers make you focus on the feeling of how the skin of your thighs is gently massaged, leon immediately notices how your eyes slowly dart around and leans towards you hastily, cooing and stroking your cheek with calloused thumb, a little worried about your clearly fucked out state — «there you are, sweetie, don't move, i'll take care of you from now on, mhm?»

you hum, nodding meekly and wearily squeezing out — «mm.. okay, lee..» before giving everything into his hands, it’s so right, it seems to him, and it’s good for you when he takes the majority of the weight on himself, at the moment in taking care of you, carefully wiping you from all stickiness and liquids, taking note of your sensitivity, before proceeding to give you a warm, relaxing bath, where he will carefully shower you with his attention and care, whispering honeyed praises into your ears while his hands gently massage your body.

he adores you.

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swordy-da-goat · 6 months

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Flip Phone Dragon…..? like. their heads developed armor that look like flip phones… or maybe trinket like dragons? they comes in a variety of colors and decorate them selves with jewels. they would hide inside the shell of a Box Shell Dragon and they have symbiotic relationship with them, they clean the Boxshell and the Boxshell provides them safety

#myart #dragon #dragons #flip phone #sqwonks

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happilychee · 5 months

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fairy tail dragon slayer headcanons pt. 1

♡ what the first gen and second gen dragon slayers eat is pretty self-explanatory. all of their elements are... somewhat tangible. sting and rogue though? they're still figuring it out. rogue wonders if he can eat someone else's shadow, and sting immediately volunteers himself. "for science!" he says. the result is that sting almost passes out. oops. he insists they try on their friends, much to rogue's displeasure. the results are that sting is the most susceptible, then yukino, rufus, orga, and minerva is the least susceptible to magic drainage. sting insists rogue tries to eat an inanimate object's shadow, and nothing happens to it, so they decide that's the way to go.

♡ when wendy eats air, the oxygen levels thin. she has to be careful or she'll cause her allies and enemies alike to pass out. when sting eats light, the area gets darker and darker. this is great for rogue, who starts eating the shadows, and they manage to balance each other out.

♡ sting insists that different types of light taste differently. his favorite is light from golden hour, right when the sun is dipping below the horizon. moonlight will do in a pinch, but it's so diluted that it takes way more of it to recover sting's magic. he also gets sick if he eats too much moonlight.

♡ pantherlily already has transformation magic and enhanced strength, and carla learns to transform so she can help wendy fight. the other three exceeds feel... a little left out. happy learns how to fly faster and for longer (though he still complains about lucy being heavy). lector goes to porlyusica and wendy to learn some stamina regeneration spells for sting. everyone is surprised when frosch, completely on their own, manages to learn an adorable light spell that creates floating pink bubbles. rogue can consume the shadows from them without worrying about draining frosch's magic, and he spends the entire afternoon crying about it.

♡ dragon slayers are a bit like crows. their way of bonding with someone is through gifting trinkets. natsu will bring lucy, erza, and even gray pretty rocks or seashells that he's found on jobs. wendy picks up a new craft or hobby every week, so the members of fairy tail are constantly recieving handmade accessories from her (gajeel helps during the metalsmithing phase). gajeel does not buy cute things for people. he is like a dad in the fact that, when juvia mentions she wants watermelon, he buys her 20 watermelons. walking math problem fr.

♡ laxus has mixed feelings about his more draconic features and habits. he's never loved his magic because of the way he got it, and the memory of his father basically torturing him as he inserted the lacrima will stay with him forever. he tends to suppress dragon instincts more than anyone else in the group, and they all scold him for it. on a rare occasion, laxus will give in and buy something shiny (like a hairclip) for wendy. she has a little jewelry box for them that she guards fiercely.

♡ cobra considers himself more of a flying snake than a dragon. he once drew a picture that sent everyone into a laughing fit. he prefers to stick with the old oración seis crew, but the guild dragon slayers are always happy to see him when he stops by with crime sorcière.

♡ sting, because of his heightened senses and his affinity for light, prefers nighttime. the day can often be overwhelming, and overexposure to bright settings and lots of people leaves his skin buzzing. he likes to sit in the dim guild hall, leaning against the cool stone wall, as the chatter of the crowd quiets down with the setting sun.

♡ dragon slayers all have the Bite instinct. some exercise a degree of control about it, and others go crazy with it. wendy will very gently nibble on erza or mira's arm when she's in the mood, and sometimes she does it absentmindedly. natsu, on the other hand, is an absolute menace. multiple of erza's armor sets have natsu-shaped bite marks on them. he tends to go after her the most because he knows he won't hurt her with the armor. when natsu's more calmed down, he will chomp on lucy's shoulder. gajaeel copes by eating all of fairy tail's silverware (mira starts buying ceramic spoons), but when levy offers her wrist to him he can't help it.

♡ rogue is another one who doesn't really bite people. he, very rarely, nips at frosch's ears, which causes the exceed to giggle. sting is a Biter like natsu, but with slightly more decorum. he really wants to go at it but will restrain himself because most people aren't willing to be treated like a chew toy. luckily for him, gray and cana aren't most people! because they both wear pretty exposing clothing, gray and cana have no qualms about showing off sting's bite marks on their skin. sting always turns bright red when they tease him about it.

♡ laxus and cobra don't really feel the Bite instinct due to being second gen, but cobra is a little shit and bites people for the fun of it. laxus is completely unbothered when natsu clings to him like a koala and gnaws at him.

#lychee writes #gray and cana are best friends with sting. loke too. this is canon mashima told me #minerva taught frosch the spell btw but she'll take that secret to her grave #genuinely how does one eat light or shadow though #I can't even visualize it😭#fairy tail #fairy tail headcanons #natsu dragneel #wendy marvell #gajeel redfox #laxus dreyar #sting eucliffe #rogue cheney #cobra #sabertooth #dragon slayer #gajevy #if u squint

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luimagines · 5 months

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I dare you to do one with your favorite trope to write (unless you've already done it)

Oh my goodness, this might be longer that usual. XD

And I really had to think about what I wanted to write. I think I'll make this a one-shot. (unless you guys want more anyway) Prepare for this to be as self indulgent as hell. :D

And I'll make it Time while I'm at it.

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This was the third time this week that you found something like this. You didn't know who was doing this.

A basket, filled to the brim with goodies and trinkets alike, sat properly outside of your window sill. It would be charming if you weren't on the third floor. Someone was climbing up to your balcony and leaving the baskets for you to find.

It was creepy- to a degree. There was never anything malicious about it though. The baskets typically held a flower, a warm meal (or groceries) and some little thing for you to put around your apartment.

You see, you moved to the Kingdom of Kokiri with nothing but a backpack and small child's wagon. Your apartment wasn't even on a nicer side of town. But it hard to be worried about robbers when you're home is bare and empty.

Slowly, that's been changing though. The baskets always had a poem attached, but no name. You secret admirer would give little things from time to time. The baskets are getting more frequent too.

What used to be a small monthly thing, turned weekly then bi weekly- and you're beginning to suspect that they're turning into a daily thing.

Part of you worries that whoever this is, is spending too much on you.

But seeing that the last basket had a new set of dining wear with plates and cups and a some nice utensils to match- you're not inclined to have them stop anytime soon when they're improve your very living conditions as it is. Even if you feel a little guilty.

That being said, this basket had a warm meal already prepared, still steaming in the glass tupperware. There was a small bouquet of roses near the top and a small little box that you opened to see a single slice of chocolate cake.

The card was attached on the inside but it lacked the typical poem. It simple read: "Rest well, Love. You've worked hard today. Dinner's on me. I just want to see you smile in the morning."

You smiles and tucked the card back into its place, bringing the basket back into your apartment.

You have to figure out who this secret admirer of yours is. It has to be someone with access to your floor but it can't be a neighbor. Right? You're on the corner so it can't be anyone to your left. But maybe your neighbor to the right? That's a creepy thought. You hardy ever see him and you don't think he showers throughout the week.

It can't be him. Or at least you're going to deny it.

Maybe it's someone from above? That's more likely. There is this cute guy that you know lives on the floor above you, but you don't know which apartment. It wouldn't be hard to drop the basket secretively onto your balcony from above if that was the case.

The thought rotates in your head as you eat the food. It's delicious. Decadent, even.

Gratitude fills your heart and soul. you have to return the favor somehow after everything this person has provided for you. But how?

You head to bed with a smile on your face and a full stomach. You'll have to start small but you can think of something.

The next morning you head to the castle and walk straight to the throne room.

It was a deal that the king had proposed personally to you. You get to work concern free in his kingdom but you have to report to him every other Tuesday. Seeing as you had nowhere else to go, you didn't think it wise to refuse.

You've grown somewhat close, but with his power and status by his side, you couldn't help but slightly intimidated by him even now.

The king- like most Royals of Kingdoms of Hyrule- was a dragon. Sure, he could take the form of a typical man, but he stayed in his half form more often than not. His age and strength add to his credentials. As the current senior amongst dragons, all you've gathered is that he's lived longer than he appears. The older the dragon, the stronger they are.

King Link is a force to be reckoned with.

However, he's kind and patient with you. He's not all that bad.

You nod and grin at the Captain, who's affectionately called Warrior. Another dragon hidden among the people. You don't know his story, but he's a hard working fellow. He also came to the king in a time of need, looking for asylum and has been working under his employ ever since. He is the king's right hand man.

Warrior smiles back and salutes you softly as you enter. You'll never understand why you've more or less been given free reign of the castle, but with his approval, you feel better to head on in.

You meet the king and curtsy clumsily, still feeling rushed. He's asked you call him Time and he stands from the throne. His face is kind, amused even. A chuckle tumbles out of him as he walks toward you, his marble like tail swinging behind him. "I thought we were passed the formalities, my dear."

You clear your throat. "Were we? I don't recall."

He laughs again. "Come. We have much to discuss."

You nod and follow. He leads you to the back room with a gentle touch the small of your back. It's a familiar routine that you've grown comfortable with.

There's a small rounded table with a pale blue laced table cloth. There's a delicate tea set and it's covered to the brim with snacks and treats alike. You think you see a few of your favorites and your eyes light up at the sight.

King Time notices and he smiles, pleased. "Sit."

You nod and take your usual spot. Time sits across from you and serves you the pieces that you eyes earlier. You almost feel bad. You're still full from the night before.

Time notices. "Something wrong, dear?"

"No." You shake your head, afraid of insulting him. "Someone gave me dinner last night and I'm still a bit full from it."

Time seemed to be shocked by the tidbit. "Really?... Was it good?"

"It was delicious!" You can't help but gush. "I would normally cook for myself but they send food from time to time and it was still warm so I couldn't resist."

His smile turns a little tight. "Is that so? I'm glad that you were fed adequately then.... May I ask who?"

You falter, the smile on your face turning more soft and shy. "Um... I think it was my neighbor..."

"...You don't know who it is?"

You blush and look down onto the table, playing with the treats on your plate. "I know that I should be more cautious. But they've only ever left it on my balcony... It's a secret admirer so to speak. They've given me trinkets and flowers and food. It seems as if they've slowly been furnishing my house for me. I don't know... I've been trying to think about who it may be, but I'm coming up short. Regardless, enough about my lack of love life-"

Time abruptly puts his hand under the table but you catch the reason why before he can hide it.

He's bent the fork in half with his hand, seemingly without realizing it. He smiles brightly, as if nothing happened and the thought gets put on the back burner for now. "Right... Well, you can always ask for my assistance, Darling."

You shake your head with a small smile. "Thank you, but I'm here to report my work. Let's get to business then."

Time clenches his jaw slightly but nods in agreement. "Right. I believe last time you mentioned that you were following a trail of some suspicious individuals on the property of the farm lands for relief efforts. Did that bloom into anything substantial?"

You pull out a manila folder with a smirk and hand it to the king. "Did it ever."

The time passes before you know it. Little by little, as you give your report, if drifts away and you're talking about your lives as much as you can before you leave.

Warrior comes in, informing Time of another meeting has to attend. He looks apologetic.

The king winces but you're quick to stand up, mid panic. "I'm sorry. I've overstayed my welcome."

"Impossible." Time blurts, standing abruptly as well. He reach out as if to stop you and moves around the table as if to block your path. His tail curls around your ankle, stopping your in your tracks. It's gentle but firm. Even if his grip is painless, you can already tell that you wouldn't be able to escape on your own.

You freeze and after a beat he lets you go. Time gulps and stands, seemingly more aware of what he was doing. His grip falls away and he takes a step back. "R-right... I won't keep you from your work much longer then."

You can't help but blush. He's always been fine with putting a hand on your shoulder or your back... but the tail is one of the most sensitive parts of a dragon. And he just grabbed you with it. For some reason, you find yourself blushing.

You nod dumbly, as if your schedule is jammed packed like his. Your heart is pounding. You follow Warrior out of the room as he leads you back to the main gate of the castle.

"Sorry." Warrior says quietly. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

"Nonono-" You're still shaken by the phantom feelings of the scales around you. Even if it was just a brush, there was a power there. You don't know why you're so out of whack suddenly. The act was more intimate than you were able to admit. "If you didn't say anything, I would have kept going. Honestly, I swear he's just humoring most of the time."

"This is the only time we get him to actually take a break." Warrior tells you. "He'd work himself t the bone if it weren't for you. It's not like he can't afford it. He's two years ahead of his work. By all means, keep him there longer."

You flush and look away, walking out of the gate. "Oh please, he'll get sick of me before we'd know it."

Warrior is quick to bite his tongue, biting back the instant retort that no doubt sat on his tongue. He takes a breath and shakes his head.

"...He likes you." Warrior looks pained. Like there's something there that he wants to say but can't. You don't see it. "Would you like me to walk you home? If I recall you live far enough away-"

"Not enough to cause concern, Captain." You smile and pat his shoulder. "But thank you."

"His Majesty wouldn't like it if anything happened to you." Warrior tries to push it a little bit.

You shake you head. "And take more of your time away? You work just as hard, if not harder, than the entirety of the castle staff. I think only the King works harder than you."

He presses his lips into a thin line. His own scales poke from under his skin. Something is riling him up but you don't know what. You've never seen his dragon form or even his half. He seems to hide it more often than not. You would never know he was a dragon if the King hadn't said anything earlier.

Warrior sighs and runs his hands through his hair. "Very well... Just... be safe, yeah? I don't think the goddesses themselves would be able to calm the king should things go wrong."

"Like what?" You snort. "I end up in the hospital? I'll be fine. No worries."

You wink for good measure and head home, happy, fulfilled and ready to take on the rest of the week.

You miss the next three visits.

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genshinmenraisedmystandards · 1 year

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{Won't you stay a little longer dear?}

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Prompt: Some hcs on genshin men/women trying to get you to stay just a little longer <3 (g/n reader)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and devious lies >:]

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Rosaria, Ningguang, Beidou, Xiao, Ayato, Yae Miko

Notes: these got pretty short near the end my bad 🙇‍♀️

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You came round for tea to talk about a new antique collection opening up at Mingxing Jewelry

You were talking and having such a good time that the time itself escaped you

Realising that you were getting ready to leave as you just refused a cup of tea and was asking the whereabouts of your outing jacket Zhongli couldn't help but feel a little sad, after all he hasn't had this much fun in aeons.

"Ah, Y/N, speaking of the new diadem they're about to release I believe i have a similar set of bracelets and charms in my collection, would you like to see?"

"Oh I couldn't, its much too late I'd hate to intrude" you did really wanted to see it as the diadem caught your eye when you saw it but you didn't want to come off as rude.

"Nonsense, stay as long as you'd like, even stay the night if you must, now where did I keep that box?" He stood up searching around his cabinets to find the box with the said look alikes. You stood up and followed him into the other room admiring other objects around his house such as different ornate tea sets, amulets of shining cor lapis and noctalucas jade.

"Ah here it is" Zhongli took out a wooden box with a few carvings on top and blew it free of dust, when he opened it up you could only be shocked at the pure craftsmanship the relics showed. "Oh my Zhongli, where on earth did you get this?" You stepped forward seeing the charms and other assortments of trinkets shimmer in the candle light like stars in the reflection of Luhua pool. He held up a necklace with 4 main charms, one depicting a phoenix on the far left, one a blazing dragon on the far right and in the centre ribbons of clouds were present. "I think this one in particular would look stunning on you".

You were business parter and a childhood friend of Diluc

You visited the Dawn Winery to talk about preparations for the upcoming Wienlesefest

Diluc was already so used to your presence and the very sound of your voice he didn't realise that the meeting was finished as you organised different accounting papers and stall renting contracts

"Y/N, come here a moment please?" You were just packing up when you looked up and saw Diluc standing by the stairs infront of a painting depicting Diluc's old family Manor, the same one he sold when his father died.

As confused as you were you complied and got up, looking at the painting he was standing infront of, "Whats the matter Master Diluc?" Standing this close to him made you nervous, ever since his 4 year departure he had greatly changed and it still had yet to full render to you as all you could see was the hardworking and adventurous Diluc of the past, the one who wouldn't hesitate to throw a smile to any passerby in the streets.

"Please, drop the formalities, Diluc will do just fine" he missed the way you would call him Diluc without care, calling him is nickname "Luc" if you were feeling cocky much to the love annoyance of Diluc and the amusement of Kaeya.

"Yes of course, Diluc, what is it you need?" trying to remain as formal as possible lest you get too casual and slip up. "Do you remember when me you and Kaeya would run under and over the grape trellises much to the chagrin of the staff?" He let out a low chuckle as he went back to the past, remembering simpler times.

Times that are now long behind you both.

You weren't around at Kaeya's in any official capacity, just visiting him as a friend

You just got back from your 1 month trip in Liyue to celebrate the Lantern Rite but in the meantime you left Kaeya awfully lonely

You were just nursing a glass of dandelion wine when you looked out the window, seeing only the pitch black of night and the streetlights of Mondstadt

He followed your line of sight, knowing immediately that you were aware of the time, he always was but didn't want to point it out so he could bask in your company just a little longer

"It was lovely seeing you again Kaeya but it appears I've overstayed my welcome" You got up from the comfort sofa, put on you coat and picked up your bags.

Personally Kaeya thought there was no such thing, you could stay as long as you'd like, infact he wouldn't mind if you decided to move in right then and there, but right now he wanted your attention just a little longer.

"Don't go just yet dear, I've yet to let you taste the good wines I saved up for us, you wouldn't let me and the 50 year oak barrel aged expensive wine down now would you?" He gave a small pout trying to coax you into staying, he actually got the wine for free after a little pestering of his dear brother Diluc, going on how it was for a "special occasion" and he wouldn't dare rob his brother of a "shot at love would he?". Dilux totally would "rob him of his chance at love" if it wasn't for Adelinde convincing him to cave.

You glanced over at Kaeyas admittedly convincing face and the wine that gave out such a fragrent aroma. "Fine, but it better be good" you sat back down and poured yourself a glass. "Trust me, my wine recommendations are never wrong" he smirked at your face as you savoured the flavour of the wine.

You and Rosaria were out at the tavern as usual, you guys were regular drinking buddies as she had gotten tired of taking care of Kaeya when he got too drunk

You didn't exactly have the stomach or the liver for that matter to keep up with her so you mixed in grape juice with your wine to stop you from throwing up half your body weight

Seeing that the patrons were dwindling and Charles who was manning the bar seemed to be cleaning up the counter you told Rosaria you guys should probably get going now

She didn't want to be kicked out of the tavern so she agreed, but wanted to crash at your place claiming "I'd never hear the end of it from the other sisters if I came back drunk"

Getting her back to your house was surprisingly easy, you took her up to your room and decided to sleep in the living room. Placing her down you go get a pillow for yourself when you hear her whisper;

"Y/N, get over here a sec" you made your way over to the women, she grabbed your arm and pulled you into your bed.

"Its your house, you should atleast still sleep in your own bed" she nonchalantly said and immediately fell asleep.

You're gonna be stuck with this one for a while it seems. But to be completely honest, you wouldn't have it any other way.

You were good friends with Ningguang far before she became the Tianquan or even as rich as she was now.

Both of you were celebrating the outstanding success of her latest business pursuit

It was incredibly late but knowing she definitely had the room you asked if you could stay over for the night

"Why of course, it would be dangerous trying to leave when its this dark but you see....." Ningguang tapped her nail guards against her ornate teacup in thought, "I'm currently having the only spare room renovated, it seems you must sleep in my quarters, no bother."

You hadn't heard or seen any evidence of construction but you just assumed either they were out late or ordered to not leave anything so to keep up the Jade Chamber's prestigious image. "I'd hate to intrude in your own quarters but, if needs must" You didn't give much argument, rather liking the idea of sleeping in the same room as the almighty Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing, someone almost untouchable, not to you atleast.

"I will inform the staff to move your items to my quarters, i'll be there in a bit as I have some work to finish up." She stood up and made her way to her desk as one of her assistants guided you to her room.

Ningguang infact didn't have any leftover work, she just desperately needed to sort out her raging blush as to not alarm you.

She'll have to do something about this soon it seems.

As a distinguished member of the crux fleet you and the other members were enjoying one of your weekly celebrations to keep spirits up

Beidou insisted you sit next to her, for 'no reason in particular'

She drinks as she usually does, god how is she still alive? Thats another question

As everything was settling down you told the captain you were going to get on one of the rowboats and sail back to the harbour to meet your family

You hadn't drank anything so you were perfectly sober

"Thank you so much for the celebration captain but my family are waiting, tell the crew to not fall overboard in a drunken stupor" Freeing the boat from the ropes you were about to jump in until your 'honourable' captain stumbled over and cut the rope either her knife making the boat unaccessible.

"Whoops my hand slipped, guess you'll have to stay here sorry" she grabbed your shoulder and brought you back to the rest if the crew, she didn't leave your side all night.

Ah your beloved captain with her love and alcohol drunk shenanigans.

You first met the illusive adeptus Xiao when you got into some trouble with a group of treasure hoarders, you're adept at fighting but you forgot your weapon at the wangshu inn where you were staying.

As the man with the crossbow loaded in his bolt you saw nothing but green and black

When your vision cleared you saw the group on floor, not dead just incapacitated and a figure standing in the middle

You recognised him from ancient scriptures and illustrations and also the proud mother hen rambling of Verr Goldet.

You said your thanks to the guardian yaksha but he teleported away mid thanks, you weren't gonn let him get away that easily!

Climbing up the multitude of stairs up into the top balcony was harder than you thought, most likely because you ran back to the inn all they way from guili planes.

Once you made it up all there was that proved the Yaksha presence was the smoke of green and flakes of black. So he tried to play hard to get huh? Well that wasn't going to stop you. You sat down in the middle and gave your thanks, nothing too sweet or formal but archons you hoped he was here or you'd just seem like a lunatic if anybody saw.

The Yaksha was definitely here, you could his presence. You started to tell stories of your travels, how you were born in Fontaine but the strict rules amd etiquette was not to your tastes, so you left. You went on about your life again, hoping he was at least listening, for what felt like a few hours, as the moon was about to take its podium at the peak of the sky you thought it'd be best if you went to bed now.

"Well thank you, hopefully if you were listening, for time o' great adeptus of wangshu inn" you let out a chuckle, you couldn't take yourself seriously when you spoke like that, "but alas I must retire now, goodnight. "

Just as you were breaching the threshold into the building you heard a worship and suddenly a gloved hand with an anemo vision was on your wrist, you heard a gruff voice behind you but you didn't dare look back. "Wait...I.. uh, would like to hear more if thats ok." For someone so feared he acted so shy, thats adorable.

You once again wordlessly sat down again and began where you left off, the presence a little closer this time.

Looks like you were going to be telling stories for awhile.

You were long time acquaintances with the Guuji, Yae Miko as you used to be a shrine maiden but resigned since your mother got sick and you had to take care of her.

You always tried to visit the shrine as much as you could since you had made many friends and was quite popular in your time there.

Sadly the Guuji rarely made and an appearance whenever you were on shift but you've met about 3 times. All of them featured relentless teasing.

Many of your colleagues faced the same "endearments" but somehow you never noticed how Lady Yae's comments always seemed so personal

She knew what your favourite food was, the days you prefer to be present at the shrine etc

As you were packing up your incense after praying for your mother's good health and saying goodbye to your friends, halfway down the path leading down the mountain you came face to face with the Guuji Yae herself.

"Good afternoon Lady Yae" you greeted her as formally as you could, former boss or not she still deserved respect due to her social standing....that and you feared what would happen if you didn't, only the Shogun knows what happens to those who disrespect the Lady Kitsune.

"Ah, little one, yes how are you and your mother keeping up?" Her usually snarky tone wasn't present today, strange. "We're getting by, thank you for your concern, Lady Yae." You bowed your head slightly to show gratitude, but what you didn't expect was that when you raised your head, the Guuji Yae had her hand outstretched.

"Please do accompany me for some sakura sake and mochi, the ones I ordered just arrived, i'd love it of you'd join me"

Who were you to say no to the Guuji Yae, especially not when she sounded oh so genuine.

You were a long time retainer of Kamisato Ayato, the work you did in the Yashiro Commission was something your prided yourself on.

Taking care of the two siblings, preparing meetings, sorting out any refreshments and fetching Ayato his necessary boba, according to him

You wandered how long this place would last without you, as you seemed to do everything that's way above your pay grade, but nevermind, if you get to help thats payment enough.

After sorting out merchant documents and foreign visas for the upcoming iradori festival, you were about to head out when you felt something on your wrist.

"Is anything the matter My Lord?" You immediately thought that you must've left some paperwork unfinished, caught up in the small chit-chat you were having with the Commissioner while going about your tasks.

"Yes, I believe we missed some work on the transport needed for the foreign guests" He said calmly, letting go of your wrist. Last you checked he sent those to Ayaka to complete as she insisted to help.

"Did Lady Ayaka not complete them?" You asked, starting to worry for the ladys health as she never once let a task go unfinished. Immediately his face went red, maybe he forgot he sent them over? Or...?

"No, that was a lie, Ayaka completed them, just spent more time with me?" He eventually fussed up and gave you the best pleading look he could, in that moment your "regal" Lord resembled a lost puppy in the rain.

Who could expect you to refuse? You were even tempted to give him a kiss on the cheek to try and lift his declining mood as the silence went on.

mwah

"Thats your answer My Lord,"

Ahh, the commissioner and his ways

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Notes: How was that for the first fic i published here? Still getting used to the format and all but hey, anyway I hope you have an amazing day/night and stay safe <3

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paprikko-lol · 1 year

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children of storm au : nya design

thought+hcs under the cut / crystallized+seabound spoilers!!

1, top: I drew the top specifically to be easier for nya to move around in because I noticed that in a lot of her designs, she gets either a dress or a skirt to wear, even when she stated that she hates dresses? also, the skirt would probably get in her way as it's too easy for someone to grab and pull her back.

2, yang pin: after seabound, nya started to treasure the gifts that she had been given over the years more, including the yang pin that jay had given her at the end of season 10. before, she left it in a box in her room for safe keeping, but now she wears it everywhere. she does this even with meaningless little trinkets she receives, as a way to appreciate everything in her life better :)

3, dragon horns and facial markings: I forgot to draw these with morro's design but they both got dragon horns when they got their human forms back! morro's look like wispy strands of wind, and nya's are similar to pieces of coral. they can will them away, but they'll reappear whenever they use their powers

4, leg band: while skylor was trying her best to keep nya's body solid while the other ninjago got aspheera out during crystallized, a part of nya's leg slightly melted away by accident. by the time aspheera had shown up, no one had noticed and just went ahead with the spell, but her leg was only semi-functional and now pressure needs to applied to it constantly

5, wave design: each of the ninja have embroidered designs on the bottom of their pants to represent them and their element. nya and morro are matching with their similar wave/cloud designs

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The Explosive Demon (Demon!Katsuki) (3/3)

This is an alternative universe where demons can be familiar to witches or wizards to assist and, most of all, as protectors. Witches and wizards can create pacts with demons.

Word Count: 300+ (2/3)

A/N: Tumblr has a limit on how much you can post. I was forced to put it into three different posts. If you wish to see a singular post about it, here is the link to Ao3.

Part One

Part Two (Timeskip continuation of this post)

Demon Katsuki Bakugou:

Later on, when the new program was rolled out specifically for witches' familiars, it took a lot of convincing for Bakugou to even enroll. He didn’t need to take the exam. He got a recommendation after seeing his potential at the Witch Hunt competition.

You were beyond grateful that he was able to make friends through the program. You were already worried about him because he hasn’t made any friends since you were at the academy.

You were taken aback to see him cooking for his friends. They would pay for the supplies since Katsuki refused to take money.

They would often hang out at your apartment because it was the biggest place to hang out. You trusted his friends, despite all of them being demons. You trusted his judgment and knew how much he respected your shared living and personal space.

You also know Katsuki will take it personally if something happens to you because of them. You are 100% sure he will murder them on the spot.

Since he has friends now, you give him more than enough money to spend whatever he wants to spend it on while hanging out with his friends.

Would bring back trinkets that he thought you would like or that looked like you.

He keeps his offering from the summoning ceremony in a safe spot back at the apartment, inside a box in his room. The box is filled with Polaroid pictures and photo booth strips. There are also his birthday and Christmas cards, along with your handwritten notes thanking and showing appreciation for him.

He looks through the box whenever he feels like he is upset with himself or whenever he feels like a failure.

There are some rare jewels that you brought for him, which he treasures the most once you learn the style that he likes. He wears them with pride.

His summoning offering was a dragon tooth, which he keeps in the box. But he wears a clone of the dragon tooth around his neck. He feels anxious to carry the real one around his neck in fear of it getting destroyed.

The dragon tooth is sentimental to him.

You won’t see him panicking over the clone, but he will lose his goddamn mind over the real one. Specifically, someone has been touching it without his permission.

Preciously: Demon! Izuku Midoriya

A/N: I could do a dating version if anyone would be interested in it. Any questions or ideas, please feel free to send them to my ask box. This Au is consuming my mind.

This idea may evolve into a series in the future. I don't know what to do for now. I have many ideas. I am doing headcanons about it.

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under-the-aspen-tree · 7 months

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A Moth To You (Chapter 1 - The Realms Delight) Aegon II x (Bastard Velaryon) Reader

Series Summary: After a year travelling abroad, you have been called home to Kingslanding by your mother, Rhaenyra. Turns out your family has grown in your time apart.

Word Count: 2.7k

It was the warmest day you had seen thus far on your travels and the southern sun was beating hard against the foliage that covered you. Your linen dress lay still in hot waves against your body and sweat was already beginning to dampen your skin at barely noon, but the gentle Pentoshi breezes brought scents of sweet berry and cinnamon from the local trade towns that made the morning heat more than bearable.

It was over a year into your travels, and though you had adored the glimmering snowfall of Winterfell and the brilliant greens of Oldtown, Pentos was by far your favourite destination. Perhaps it was because the Free Cities were naturally so far from your reach, or that their customs were much lazier than your own, but you found yourself more than content to sit in these lavish lands for the rest of your days. The concept of laying upon sun-hardened sands, eating soft grapes and sipping sparkling wine filled your heart with yearning but, as always, duties always lay in wake.

"It is too hot a day for you, Princess," the voice awoke you from your pleasant daydreams, but not frustratingly so. Reluctantly, you lifted your heavy eyelids to find a man hunched over you in silks as fine and yellow as the sun above. You cracked a tired smile.

"Illestrio," You cooed, shifting your arms to pull yourself into sitting as he knelt beside you. "What brings you to these gardens?"

Illestrio was the fine son of the Lord kind enough to take you and your grandmother in. Rhaenys wasn't immediately besotted at your yearnings to explore further than Westeros, desiring your tour to be restrained strictly to the lands of your birth, but had eventually come around to the idea. The Pentoshi Lords and Ladies seemed more than happy to take in the blood of the dragon, delighted with the sights of your beasts, but Illestrio's father had a long history of trade with your grandfather, Corlys, and was the first to offer you lodgings.

It was only chance that had brought you so close to his son, not only in age but also in habit. You both shared a love of music, adventure, and fine wines, and he had been more than happy to be your escort through the trading towns of Pentos. He had shown you the most lavish of spices, drinks, and scenery and, in return, you had become his royal armpiece. It was by far the most comfortable of positions you had ever held.

"I was looking for you, Princess," Illestrio flashed a white grin before offering you a hand, making to stand. "Your grandmother has requested your presence in her chambers."

You stilled a groan, bundling your skirts up as you clasped his golden hand, feeling the warmth tingle from his adornment of thick rings. In the few months you had spent in Pentos, you had gained a healthy glow to your usually pale skin, but it was nothing in comparison to the years of relentless Summer that the Pentoshi had endured. "Is there any particular reason she has given for disturbing my morning?" You said cheekily.

"I'm afraid not," He smiled, leading you back towards his father's estate. "Let us hope it does not take long. I was hoping to show you the wonders of the pink lakes this afternoon."

Rhaenys' chambers were close enough to your own that it wasn't ever difficult to wander the maze that was Illestrio's home to find her. It was certainly a lavish estate, built up of polished white stone and marble with grand windows that overlooked their gardens and gold trinkets wherever one looked. You were certain their wealth amassed your own by a long stretch, and Illestrio's father loved to show that in every way he could find. On your first day in his manor, he had presented you with a solid gold box encrusted with rubies containing jewellery so fine the chains trickled through your fingers like water. You had never been one for extreme displays of wealth, but you couldn't deny that you loved the simplicity of your life here. Back home in Westeros, even with your family name and the luxury that came with it, you were looked at with a level of scorn. Your dark hair and eyes earned you the rumour of bastard, along with your brothers, and whispers never failed to reach your ears when walking the corridors of the Red Keep. Here, however, your dragon and single thick lock of silver hair were enough to be treated like more than royalty - more akin to the gods the Valyrians were often compared to.

When you knocked on your grandmother's door, you knew the news could not be excellent. Usually, when you two met, it was for fruits and sweets in the gardens or a tour of the orchards, never alone in one's chambers. Rhaenys was sat with her back to you, facing out towards the window where she had a view of the stoney mountains in the far distance. Her black hair shone brilliantly in the afternoon sun and her thick silk gown gave her the silhouette of someone much younger than her years. Even despite your time in the Free Cities, and the many gifts of traditional dresses and shoes your hosts had provided, she still chose to dress in your own Westeros customs.

"Sit," She said, not turning to face you, keeping her eyes locked on the terrain before her. You did so, not failing to notice the trunks that piled up in the corner of the room. You pursed your lips for a moment before walking towards her.

"Grandmother, how are you?" You smiled politely, shaking off the concern for her travelling possessions as you made yourself comfortable in a plush chair opposite her. She did not respond immediately, but her hand slipped from her goblet and towards a small piece of parchment sitting on the table between you both. She pushed it towards you.

"Is everything alright?" You frowned, snatching up the stained paper and drawing your focus to the slanted writing. Your mother's writing.

"I am afraid our time travelling has come to an end, Princess," She said, finally turning her gaze to your own. "Your mother has requested our presence in Kingslanding, and it is perhaps long overdue."

You spluttered at her words, quite unladylike, as you read the words again and again. "But.. we've barely seen it all yet. What reason could she have for sending us home?"

Rhaenys pursed her lips. You knew she was not opposed to returning to Westeros. You remembered the promise you made when she agreed to the trip over a year ago. 'I will do as you wish, and you shall see the world, but once we are done you will resume your duties faithfully.'

You had agreed of course, thrilled at meeting your wishes of adventure, but you had been putting off the idea of returning for some time now, convincing Rhaenys time and time again to prolong your stay in Pentos for as long as possible. Despite adhering to your wishes, you knew your grandmother missed Driftmark, where you had left your Uncle Vaemond and cousin Baela to defend her home while Corlys fought in the Stepstones.

"Our travels are completed, my child. It is time to resume our duties in Westeros."

You could see in her eyes that she felt for you, but that the decision was made and final. Rhaenys knew you wouldn't object, keen to your word, but that you would mourn for the life you were living in Pentos.

"How long before we go?" You averted your eyes to the landscape, twisting the satin gold of your necklace.

"We leave at sunrise in the morn. I would suggest you set your affairs in order." You almost missed the gentle wink she sent you, and a wave of melancholy washed over you at the thought of alerting your friend to the sudden change of plans.

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"Tomorrow?" Illestrio's face was a mask of shock and fury from where he stood at the entrance to your chambers, thick brows drawn together as he regarded you. You had wanted to break the news to him on your afternoon visit to the pink lakes, or perhaps in the shade of the pergola outside over honey wine and lemon cakes. But you had too much to pack and too little time. Your trunks were thrown open beside your bed, filled with your possessions and a few trinkets you had amassed during your tours, most gifts from the man before you.

You did not pause from your packing, only granting him a sideways glance as you gathered your life within your hands and put it all in cases. Would these fine dresses ever see their homeland again?

"My mother has demanded it, I have no choice." You said softly, busying yourself. You were afraid that if you stopped for too long, and stared into those doe-like eyes and golden skin, your resolve would shatter. "We always knew the day would come."

"But not so soon," Illestrio protested, stepping forward to take hold of your arm. "I thought we would have much more time together. There are so many places I have yet to show you."

Places you would never get to see. Hot tears suddenly stung your eyes and you had to blink furiously to push them aside as he forced you to look at him. At his thick curly hair that he could never tame, as his pouted lips and slender nose and perfect cheekbones. He shifted his hand to take hold of your cheek as the other ran through your hair, fingers slipping through the silver segment. You noticed he did this a lot, separating the strands from the deep brown and staring at them as though bewitched. He did not look into your eyes, simply regarding the white locks.

"Stay," He whispered.

You took his hand into your own, thumbing a thick golden ring on his first finger. "I can't."

"You know what your mother wants, Princess." His gentle tone was turning into a pleading and you had to tilt your head down to stare at his chest. "You know what your duty is to her house."

"It is my house too," You reminded him, but you knew what he spoke of.

"Then ignore her. Forget those fat lords in Westeros. Marry me tonight." The suggestion had you looking up in shock, wide-eyed.

"You cannot be serious."

The steel glint in Illestrio's green eyes answered for him. You had enjoyed your time with him here, of course, and you would be a fool to ignore the stirrings in your chest that came whenever he approached, but you thought you were both aware of where this would end. You made to speak, but he cut you off.

"Would you be happy in the tower of some old man, bearing his children, sitting at his table? The prize possession of an idiot who hasn't a care for you but for your name?

"You would be happy here. Winter does not touch us the way it does Westeros. You would live out your days warm and happy and carefree." He was bargaining now, trying to convince you. You did not need convincing. If you could, you would accept the offer in a heartbeat.

"Illestrio," You shook your head, holding out your palm to caress his cheek. "I have always known I would marry for my house. I am a princess and I have a duty to my houses and the realm to marry for position."

"And what of Saera Targaryen?" Illestrio countered, looking at you with hardened desperation. You baulked at the comparison. "She abandoned her duties and lived out her life in Lys."

"Saera was practically exiled," You reminded him, frowning. "She resorted to the ways of a whore to escape her duties. Do you wish for me to have the same remembrance? The whore of Velaryon?"

"You would not be a whore," Illestrio huffed. "You would be my wife. You would be happy."

You pulled away. The conversation was going nowhere and you could see that now. No amount of reasoning could persuade Illestrio from his stance, and none could move your own. You had always hated the idea of being a political chess piece, but it was who you were born to be.

"I will leave at sun break," You informed him, brushing tears from your eyes as you turned back to your packing. "I would appreciate it if you could see me off."

Illestrio was silent for a moment, but you could feel his eyes like steel daggers boring into your back. "When your husband takes you on your wedding night, remember this. Remember what you could have been while staring into his eyes."

You whipped around, outraged at his words, but he was gone before you could face him. Your lip wobbled, fury turning your cheeks red and hot, but nothing could be done. You let out a single shaky sob as you threw the linen garment you were holding into your trunk before turning to the vase of wine on your table and pouring yourself a goblet-full.

The morning brought light northern breezes through the dockyard, sending spirals of sand whirling beside the waters. With the sun just barely setting the sky alight, you would have quite liked to spend your time wandering through the local towns rather than blinking sleep from your eyes as you waited beside the ship that would carry you home. Rhaenys was having words with Illestrio's father, who looked quite furious to see his son was yet to make a farewell appearance, and the crew was traipsing on and off the boat as they readied it for your leave.

When the time came, Illestrio's father, a large man with a heavy moustache on his upper lip and clothes so expensive and colourful he reminded you often of a court jester, took you into a heavy hug before kissing the back of your hand.

"Thank you for the gift of your presence in my estate, Princess," He smiled. "I hope to see you here again."

You smiled tightly at the words, curtsying lightly as you were forced, yet again, to hold your tears at bay. You would not mourn this man whom you scarcely knew, but you would mourn his home. "Thank you, my Lord, for offering your home to us. This past month has been the happiest I have known."

The man lit up proudly at your words, puffing out his great chest and smoothing the bright blue silks he wore against his body. "You are most kind, Princess."

The ship rocked gently as the waters turned from black to violet silver in the sunrise. Gold sunlight bore heavily as the sky turned a clear and gentle blue, reflecting the heat-stained houses of Pentos as you took sail. Even as the ship took up speed, turning Illestrio's father into a colourful blob and then to nothing in the distance, you could not turn your watering eyes from the city you had grown to love. You didn't want to turn your back on it, towards the fate that awaited you in Kingslanding, for you feared that if you looked away you would soon forget the Pink Lakes and Cinnamon breeze if you did not spend all your willpower on committing the sight of Pentos to memory.

You didn't want to go home. You wanted this, this lifestyle of luxury beside Illestrio, trying to teach him Valyrian and laughing at his strange accent when he failed to pronounce the words. You wanted to stare at his gentle hands as he traced out the letters to his own alphabet, more interested in his hands than the words he was speaking.

Rhaenys joined you as you bore ever further from the lands, dark hair swaying gently from the tower of plaits she had spun it into. You broke free from your contemplations, but continued to stare out towards to silhouette of the city.

"You will not be forgotten here, Princess." She reminded you. "These people did not know Rhaenyra, but they knew her name."

You did not face her as you pondered her words, turning your head slightly to show you were listening. "From Winterfell to the Free Cities, they all call you the Realms Delight."

#Aegon #Aegon Targaryen #Aegon x reader #Aegon Targaryen x reader #Aegon II #Aegon II Targaryen #Aegon II Targaryen x reader #Aegon II Targaryen x You #House of the dragon #Hotd #Hold fanfic #asoiaf #Velaryon Reader #Bastard Reader

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silentmoths · 2 years

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Demon! Zhongli Part 2

It's finally here peeps! it's also 2:30 in the morning and I start work at 11am hee hoo but I just...wanted to get this done so I can finally open my ask box again for general everything.

If you havent read part one Here it is

Zhongli X Afab FreshDemon! Reader (It might be me being violently tired but I did attempt to keep this one pretty Gn!)

NSFW, Spanking, Zhongli's absurdely long demon tongue, Religious references, zhongli is ur husband in this one hehehehehe.

2533 words, not proof read in the slightest also im not personally religious so take anything mentioned with a healthy pinch of salt.

Enjoy, heathens.

It felt strange, walking these familiar roads again. It had felt like decades since you’d last been here, making your way towards the church.

Only faintly do you hear the screaming from behind you, nothing to particularly care about, just the village burning sweetly to the ground.

Distantly you wonder where your darling husband has gotten off to, last you’d seen him, he’d placed a sweet, loving kiss on your forehead, caressed your cheek, and told you to have a good time, and that he would be back shortly with a gift.

Last time you’d walked these roads, it was as an exorcist, clad in holy garb; respected yes, but with that respect came rigorous training and expectations, forced to serve a god you’d never once believed in.

Now? Now the clergy feared you, you could see the priests and the sisters as you ascend the stairs, trails of dark flame following your every step, the very same that had just razed their precious village flock to the ground. They scream and shout and chant, holding up their crosses like it was meant to repel you.

Foolish mortals.

You had been foolish once, but no more.

Their crosses drop when they see the crown sitting upon your head, glinting under the light of the moon and the burning buildings. You were no lesser ‘demon’ who could be cast away with a simple chant; and you had twenty years of pent up frustrations to let out upon this holy building.

Any priest attempting to bar your way is thrown aside with laughable ease, once upon a time, that would have been you, trying desperately to protect the church, as if it had ever done anything for you. In a way, you suppose it had, because now you were back, and more powerful than ever.

Humans are laughably easy to kill.

Soon the halls of the cathedral fall silent, those stupid enough to stay and protect now lay in pools of their own blood at your feet, priests and nun’s you’d once known, yet had never quite bonded with.

Their false god was never there for you, and he was not here for them now in their hour of need.

The deadly clack of golden talon against stone pulls your thoughts back to the present, looking up you smile at your husband; his true form was truly a sight to behold, copper and bronze scales glinting beautifully under the torchlight as the dragon coils through the pillars, a single mortal dangling limp in his jaws.

You recognized this one, the archbishop, the one who had taken you in and trained you, forced you to spend hours praying on your knees to a god you didn’t believe in, and more hours still studying, and when he deemed you had not done well enough, your knuckles and back would face the wrath of his cane.

And now, your husband drops him to the floor at your feet. You have to give him a little bit of a nudge just to check if he was still living or not.

“He is not dead…but it’s near…I thought you might like to deal the final blow, darling.” Morax purrs, nuzzling his snout to your cheek affectionately.

“Thank you, love…it would be a great pleasure.”

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Finally watching that blubbering fool breathe his last was… cathartic, relieving in a way you never quite realised killing a man could be.

With him gone, you could finally indulge in the reason you’d asked your husband if you could both spend your anniversary here in the first place.

Your eyes turn to the altar, usually laden with gifts and offerings for their god, trinkets and flowers, food and money. Now? The slab, covered in red velvet and lined with gold trim, sits barren and empty, bathed in the light of the full moon.

Perfect.

“What’s on your mind, dearest?” Your husband purrs by your ear, dutifully licking the last traces of blood from your hands.

“Mmh? Oh…just thinking about how I’d like to round out the evening.” you hum in response, turning your head to press a kiss to his snout. He knows you well enough by now that he needs no further prompting, scale quickly becomes skin as his arms wind around your waist.

Lips graze slowly downward, leaving soft, open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your throat, stopping at the soft junction of your neck and shoulder, letting his teeth graze before biting down, exactly where he knew you liked it.

In the little over a year since you’d first attempted to ‘exorcise’ him, Morax had made do on his promise, he had promised to shower you in pleasure and affection. He had turned you, wrapped you in silks and made you his bride, he knew every part of you, likely better than you knew yourself.

Which is why you don’t fight his guiding hands as he spreads you out across the altar. The first time you’d been intimate with him, the night he took your purity, he’d done something similar, and despite your new abilities, and penchant for chaos, there was always something so very holy about him, especially when the light hit him just right, like now, bathed in the moon’s cool, white glow, one could have mistaken him for an angel.

His eyes however, have always been the dead giveaway to his more perverse desires, like smouldering pools of magma , glowing in the dim light as he eyes you with a predatory hunger, sharp claws tearing through what meagre clothing you wore these days.

(After being forced to wear such heavy robes for so much of your life, the option to wear only light silks was a welcome one)

No longer do you try to curl away or hide from his roaming hands, instead you choose to reach upward, to push his own robes from his shoulders and explore what was yours. Never did Morax make you feel like you were less than he, only below him when you wished it, truly he made do on treating you as an equal. He shudders into your soft touch as he settles above you, taking your lips with his own as rough hands explore your skin, as if anything had changed from the last several hundred times you’d been intimate, but you always allowed him to indulge.

It had taken a while, to become used to this kind of attention, but Morax was a stubborn demon, his hard work eventually rewarding him with your unbidden noises of pleasure, happily swallowing down your moans as his claws scrape down your sides, no longer did you care about the marks they left, your body would heal those soon enough, and the marks, for as short their stay was, were a nice reminder of the absolutely sinful things he could do to you.

Like the hand that slides between your legs, teasing so softly along your clit, his touch feather-light, while his other hand is the exact opposite, waiting until you’re wound up from his barely-present touch to pinch at one of your nipples, twisting roughly and pulling a ragged moan from deep in your chest at the dual treatment, and all you can do to even attempt to get him back is to grind your knee upwards into his crotch, revelling in the low, pleased growl and the minute shudder it pulls as he slowly grinds his erection downward, seeking his own pleasure.

“Oh if only their god could see you now.” he purrs against the jut of your shoulder “What would he think? Seeing you spread out so sinfully beneath a demon lord?”

“You say that like I’m not a demon myself, love.” you huff in response, only squeaking slightly when he grasps your hip and turns you, pressing your belly into the velvet beneath you and hauling your hips up and into his lap as he sits.

“Demon you may be, but your powers are still blooming, in the eyes of their god…you could still be saved you know..” he muses, running a gentle hand across the crest of your ass, sending a shiver of anticipation up your spine. The first slap is harsh and its enough to have you jerk, only kept in place by his firm hold, his free hand pressing down between your shoulder blades.

“Not that I’m going to let that happen. I would kill every last one of those blathering fools” he croons, running gentle fingers over the slowly reddening flesh before he brings that very same hand down on the other cheek, sending reverberating pleasure-pain up your spine with a loud, drawn out cry.

This time, your husband doesn’t give you a reprieve, reigning in his claws just enough to push two long, thick fingers deep into your aching hole, you clench around the sweet intrusion, already embarrassingly wet, something that does not escape his notice.

“Oh? Does my darling enjoy being so lewd in such a holy place?” he teases, having long since memorised every sweet spot inside of your walls and crooking his fingers just that little bit to hit the best one, revelling in the way you squirm and moan in his lap. “Perhaps we should go and desecrate every church and cathedral we can, hm? Get a bucket list going?”

All you can do is moan and try to push your hips back into his hand.

“Nngh..li…please..” It wasn’t often you used his ‘human’ name, but it always seemed to get him going, and if the way you can feel his cock twitch against your stomach at the mere utterance, tonight was no exception.

“Whatever happened to my meek, innocent little exorcist?” he simpers teasingly, giving your poor ass another smack for good measure, it’s hard to tell if the tears stinging your eyes are from pain or pleasure, but either way, you arch your back and mewl just the way he likes.

“You did this to me, remember?” you finally manage to pant, whining at the sudden loss of his fingers as he shifts, you shudder at the feeling of his thick rod slowly rutting against your slick hole. “You promised to shower me in pleasure if I joined you.”

Your husband rumbles above you, his tail slowly wrapping around your calf as he manipulates you into a better, more comfortable position, chest pressed against the soft velvet covering of the altar with your hips hoisted high into the air. “Hm…I suppose I did…” he concedes, you cannot see his face, but you can feel the predatory, toothy grin, it’s in the way he holds you, one hand sliding slowly up your spine to grip at the base of your neck, holding you in place and setting your nerves alight with anticipation, whilst the other grips at your hip, stopping you from pushing back against him.

“Liiii…” you whine pathetically, he was never usually this mean when it came to sex.

“Pray for me, little exorcist.” he rumbles in a way that has your heart stammering “I want to hear the way you used to pray to the god you didn’t believe in while I fuck you on his altar.”

Good lord..

You attempt a quick jerk in his hold, he does not falter, he really wanted you to pray? Did you even remember the words?

His encouragement comes in another slow roll of his hips, the very head of his cock catching against your wanting entrance, but then he pulls away again, leaving you whining and desperate.

It takes you a moment to take a breath, trying to recall the words.

“O-our father who art in celestia- ahhn…” The very moment you begin to utter the words, Morax rumbles his approval and sinks all the way inside of you, stopping only when his hips meet yours with an obscene, wet slap. It leaves you shaking and gasping for breath as you try to adjust to suddenly being speared open so wonderfully, finally feeling full and sated.

“Go on, love, keep going for me.” Morax purrs, leaning forward to kiss at your temple as you turn your head to try and look at him, he’s smiling at you, soft and affectionate, even as his claws dig into your skin.

He only begins to thrust and set a rhythm when you continue with the prayer, slowing down to a crawl should you lose yourself too much and forget your words.

“You’re so wet darling, don’t tell me you’re actually getting off to this?” he chuckles darkly as he bullies your insides, once upon a time this kind of pace would have been tortuous for you, but your body had long since grown used to him, Morax had carved you out to fit him perfectly. “Come on, almost there Love.”

You whine, trying to hold onto words when his cock was hitting every pleasure spot imaginable, when the lewd, wet slapping of his hips to yours reverberated in the empty cathedral, was so impossibly difficult.

“-A-and lead us not i-into temp-ah! T-temptation…b-but deliver us from e-evil- nnnghmm-!” the moment you finally finish uttering the prayer for your husband, his long tongue invades your mouth as he folds over you, the hand on the base of your neck moving to your front to help support you as he steals the little air that remained in your lungs and chokes you so sweetly on his tongue.

You can feel your control on your powers beginning to loosen as you’re edged closer to your orgasm, apparently for new demons, it was quite common to lose control. (apparently, a demon was still considered fresh for several years, you’d huffed when your husband had told you that.)

Right as the knot in your stomach snaps, the velvet beneath your hands catches fire,the same dark hellfire that had razed the village and killed the clergy now setting the altar ablaze as you scream your pleasure into your husband's mouth. He hums softly, his grip tightening just a little as he increases his pace for just a few more moments before he pulls you flush against him, his tail unravelling from your leg as it thrashes before stilling. His spill is hot and encompassing as it fills you, no longer was it enough for you to pass out, but the building of your climax and the events of the day leave it a very near thing as he finally pulls away to let you gasp for breath, watching the flames that could do you no harm dance and burn away at the altar, and with it, you feel a sense of relief wash through your system.

“Still with me, love?” Morax’s gentle voice slowly reaches your ears, and all you can manage in return is an unintelligible whine of a noise, but that’s all he needed, slowly pulling himself out, there to catch you when your body can no longer hold itself, and bundling you up into his arms as he leans back against the stone of the burning altar, enjoying the warmth your flames provided as he presses a tender kiss to your temple, then cheek and finally to your lips.

“Happy anniversary, little exorcist.”

#Zhongli x reader #Zhongli x reader smut #Zhongli genshin #Zhongli smut #silentmothwrites #moth is not silent

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sorryimananti-romantic · 2 months

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Konichiwassup mate! How do you do this bright evening! I am simply buzzed with excitement because I've finally managed to shake off my post exam exhaustion after sleeping through one whole day~

I was wondering what kind of medieval/mystic being our Ateez boyfriends might be and here are my thoughts:

1. Hongjoong: Fairy. A garden fairy to be exact. Like LOOK at his tiny ass (we're the same height) HE'S SO SMOL (He's actually pretty tall) HOW CUTE! (Well that's true.)

Also I can imagine him fly around in the garden perfecting the aesthetics of the place. And no, he'll not keep some basic ass fancy grass, nuh uh, natural vegetation and grass😌

2. Seonghwa: a Heavenly Nymph. Bro is gorgeous beyond words. His beauty is so sublime he can NEVER be just a mere earthly being. He'd be the most beautiful nymphs of all but equally as deadly. Crpss him and you might just lose a limb.

Yeosang: Forest Elf. Okay hear me out. LONG BLOND HAIR YEOSANG. AND WE ALL KNOW HOW BEAUTIFUL THE COLOUR GREEN LOOKS ON HIM. But yes he seems like he'll be the forest protector elf. (Maybe Hongjoong and Yeosang play together idk)

4. Yunho: Dragon. Bro is dragon coded. Like he's SO dragon. Ouu but he'll ne such a sweet dragon tho. Maybe he let's all the forest creatures sleep near him during chilly winters since he naturally exudes warmth.

5. Woosan: Nine Tail Foxes. They're a pair. Do not separate. I'm thinking Wooyoung would be the Nine Tailed fox that goes "Ohhh you look delicious. I wonder what you taste like!" And San would be like "Wooyo we talked about not scaring random travellers for fun anymore." T~T The Yin-Yang Foxies

6. Minki: The mountain diety. He's the one in charge of the forest that the boys live in. Though he's just a babie!:(( like one day a random bunny will he minding his business when he comes across Mountain diety Mingi yapping about his problems to a sympathetic Seonghwa while pouting.

7. Jongho: Moon Spirit. He descends down to the forest at night to sing to all the creatures. The animals sometimes bring him gifts like leaves and shiny pebbles. Has kept them all in a secure box back home.

HI HIIII IM SO GLAD YOU'RE BACK AHAHA I MISSED THIS

okay but i love your brain? ateez as medieval/mystical creatures? hello??

okay i've always thought about demons and darker stuff when it comes to hongjoong but now that you say it.... he fits the concept of a garden fairy so well? tiny lil joong (says i who'd look like a dwarf next to him) with his little trinkets and colours he's so fairy coded actually you've changed my perspective of him.

and seonghwa-- you're absolutely right about this one. prettiest nymph in the area and also the deadliest. too pretty for you. too pretty to belong to the earth. im glad all of us agree on that LOL

i always think fairy when i think of yeosang. fairy or angel. but forest elf is such a cute concept i can def entertain it (esp if it's long blonde hair yeosang wearing the colour green you've found me weakness). he would def be friends with hongjoong, often spotted hanging out with him. seonghwa would sometimes join them hehehehehe

yunho! dragon! coded! TAKE ME HOME!! my gut told me i had to make him a dragon and its worked so well (considering i just became an atiny when i wrote take me home, deciding his animal form should be a dragon is sth im a little proud of). you bet he'd have everyone lined up next to him in the winters for him to keep them warm and snug hoho

omg woosan as foxes yes doesn't help they look like actual foxes. nine-tailed fox duo? even better. yin-yang foxes? im violently sobbing right now. wooyoung would def scare the villagers away only for san to scold him afterwards and he would be like :D

omgg minki mountain deity trust us to give mingi some mighty role when he's literally a babie :(( but yes! yapping about his problems to anyone who sits with him long enough and the mountain creatures be like ah shit here we go again :') sometimes yunho the dragon would find this mountain deity and they would hang out im so soft rn

jongho. moon. spirit. lemme kiss your brain. descends down each night to sing the creatures to sleep? (i need him to sing me to sleep too) im gonna write a whole something about this one day just you watch BUT OMGG imagine its winters and all of the ateez are hanging out next to yunho the dragon and jongho joins them and for a while they all hang out until its time to sleep and jongho sings them to sleep and watches his hyungs with those (◠ ◡ ◠) eyes im gonna cry

#kaya comes in with the good stuff again #love how you always bring food for thought quite literally #kaya <3 #ateez #ateez scenarios #yumi.asks

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