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[ariaswrites]

Bringing him lunch

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You walk up to him while he’s training with the other dragon gods, including Doromag, his best friend and a close friend of yours as well. Mercphobia, the water dragon god, Selene the moon dragon god, Aldoron the wood dragon god, Viernes the gold dragon god although you only know Doromag.

The pretty red sundress Ignia bought you flows around you like a flickering flame as you’re mindful of his heat, but when Doromag makes Ignia aware of your presence his flames slowly curl around you—warm but not overwhelming as it lifts you off your feet and brings you to him.

You carry a homemade lunch you made for him, the bento box filled with A-5 Wagyu—six in total. Three of them are cooked to medium rare and the other three are raw—just how he loves it. You also added a few jalapeño and habanero peppers wrapped in bacon and filled with cream cheese since you know he absolutely adores eating them ever since the first time you made them for him; and lastly you made some spicy fried chicken, a dish Ignia has begged you to make ever since the first time you made it for him—it’s his absolute favorite dish. You even included some in Doromag’s bento as well.

You hold two canteens filled with their favorite ale—Vonia ale. It’s very expensive and extremely hard to find. You make a separate bento for Doromag as you always had whenever he trained with Ignia—his bento is also very personalized to his earthy taste with Sumerian spice grilled fish, Harra meat stew, and spiced lamb pilaf.

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The battlefield crackles with energy as the Dragon Gods clash, their powers colliding in a spectacle of fire, water, shadows, and gold. Even from afar, you can feel the sheer weight of their presence—each one a force beyond mortal comprehension. But your focus isn’t on them.

It’s on him.

Ignia stands in the center of it all, flames roaring around him as he fights against Doromag. His movements are fierce, relentless, untamed—but still, undeniably graceful, like a wildfire dancing through the wind. Even with sweat glistening on his skin, his golden eyes are sharp, locked onto his opponent with an unwavering, predatory intensity.

But the moment Doromag notices you, the entire battlefield shifts.

“Oi, Ignia—look who’s here.”

At first, Ignia doesn’t react. He keeps his stance firm, his body taut with battle-ready tension. But then—

His flames flicker. Shift.

And then, before you can take another step, his fire—his very essence—reaches for you.

The flames curl around you, warm but never burning, never overwhelming. They lift you off the ground, wrapping you in a cocoon of heat and power, drawing you toward him as if the very fire itself recognizes you as his.

The moment you’re within reach, Ignia’s arm is around your waist, pulling you against him. His body is scorching, his pulse wild, but it’s not from the fight anymore—it’s from you.

“Tch. Took you long enough, woman.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s no real annoyance behind it—only fondness.

“I swear, if that’s your way of saying ‘thank you,’ I might just give this food to Doromag instead—”

A growl rumbles deep in Ignia’s chest, and before you can blink, his grip tightens. His tail flicks behind him, golden eyes narrowing as he glares at his best friend.

“Touch my food, and I’ll burn your damn hands off.”

Doromag just laughs, shaking his head as he crosses his arms.

“Relax, flame-brain. I’ve got my own, yeah?” He glances at the bento in your hands, and the moment he catches the scent of the spiced lamb pilaf, Harra meat stew, and Sumerian spice-grilled fish, his smirk widens. “Hah, you always know how to treat a guy right. Maybe I should steal you from Ignia—”

Doromag doesn’t even finish the sentence before Ignia’s flames surge up in warning.

“Try it and see what happens, bastard.”

You chuckle, shaking your head as you press the bento box into Ignia’s chest. He takes it with one hand, his other arm still curled protectively around your waist.

The second he opens it, his expression shifts.

A5 Wagyu—six pieces, three cooked medium-rare, three raw. Bacon-wrapped jalapeño and habanero peppers filled with cream cheese. Spicy fried chicken, his absolute favorite.

And Vonia ale. The most expensive, hardest-to-find ale in existence.

For a moment, he just stares at it.

Then—

“Hah.” His fangs flash as he grins, a low, satisfied chuckle rumbling from deep within his chest. His tail flicks behind him, pleased. “You really do love me, huh?”

Your face heats up, but before you can respond, he pulls you closer. His head dips down, lips brushing against your ear, his breath scorching against your skin.

“You spoil me too much, you know that?”

Your heart pounds, but you manage to huff, turning your head to meet his gaze.

“You say that like you don’t love it.”

His grin widens, and instead of answering, he pops a raw Wagyu slice into his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment as he savors the flavor.

You don’t miss the way his flames burn hotter around you—not in anger, but in satisfaction.

Doromag, already halfway through his own meal, snorts.

“Hah! Look at this guy, acting all high and mighty when he’s just a spoiled bastard with a mate who feeds him like a damn king.”

Ignia doesn’t even bother responding to him.

His focus is on you.

And as he takes another bite, his tail coils around your ankle, his flames lingering against your skin, his eyes gleaming with something raw, possessive, utterly unshakable.

Even with the other Dragon Gods watching, even with the battlefield still echoing with the remnants of their fight—

It’s clear.

You are his.

And he is, without question, yours.

[ariaswrites]

This is a repost of blacksun-Judar. This is NOT my personal work

Judar,Hakuryu,and kouha found out their fem s/o was pregnant after escaping a few months ago (the child is theirs but they didn’t know because s/o left without telling them)

Judar:

- Judar would be infuriated upon finding out she’s pregnant. Was it another man’s? Why hadn’t he heard of this? Had she moved on from him that quickly? He’d slam her against the wall, his ice magic already freezing her ankles to the floor. He’d yell and demand answers, but her shaky reply left him with his mouth gaping.

- Judar would freeze on the spot. He would stare at his darling with a completely blank expression as he rolled the words around his head, again and again. Even when her panicked tears were spilling over, he paid no mind to her, only snapping his head back when she started to squirm, lowering her head to softly sob in shame. Her body badly shaking, and her arms holding her stomach tightly, shielding it from whatever wrath he would unleash upon her.

- Unable to really process the situation, he would melt the ice, grab his darling’s arm and drag her back to the palace. If she struggled, he just had to dig his nails into her flesh and threaten her baby, and she quieted rather quickly. The entire carpet ride, she would be pinned to his lap, his wand pointed at her stomach. No matter how much she shivered and cried, pleading for him to spare their child, he didn’t budge. Normally he enjoyed it when she escaped - he got to punish her, but this, this was different. She was pregnant, of all things. With his child.

- When they finally get back, Judar will have no tolerance for anyone, pushing aside servants and even Kougyoku if she tried to ask what was wrong. As much as he hated Al-thamen anywhere near her, they were the only one’s whose magic could figure out the truth.

- When the results come out that Judar is indeed the father, he’ll have no idea how to react. He didn’t want a child, never wanted one. They were annoying, messy, and they would require his darling to pay attention to them instead of him.

- He immediately starts researching magic for abortion. If he can go through with it or not entirely depends on how good his sweetheart is. If she can make an earnest enough plea to melt the ice around his heart, that this was his child, that he couldn’t just kill it, then maybe… it could be born. But if not, Judar would kill the baby in the womb without mercy. After all, if it’s not born… he’s technically not murdering his child, right?

Hakuryuu:

- Once finding out that she was pregnant, he’d stand there, mouth agape, before narrowing his eyes and glaring. He wouldn’t raise a hand against her, not yet, but Hakuryuu is unable to keep his voice level enough and ends up shouting at her. Whose child is this!? When did this happen!?

- When she softly utters that it’s his, Hakuryuu would definitely be caught off guard. His? His baby? She was going to have his baby? As he processed the information, warmth suddenly enveloped his chest.

- He slowly raised a hand out to touch her stomach, ignoring the way she flinched and reached out to stop him. He’d reach out another hand to gently caress her cheek, wiping away the tears that wet her cheeks. He was still mad, and he told her as much, but… he was so happy at the same time. He wouldn’t be able to bring himself to hurt her, not after hearing those wondrous news.

- He would still be gentle with her though, taking her to the carriage and setting off back for the palace. However, once she was safely chained to her chair, he would begin to scold her. How dare she run from him while carrying his child! Hakuryuu knows how dangerous the world is, how his precious little darling could be hurt at a moments notice. How beautiful she was, that anyone would want to ruin her. Why would she take that risk?

- Hakuryuu would be in complete denial that he was the reason behind her running away. And when they arrived back at the palace, he’d drag her back to their shared room, and chain her up on their bed, admiring how beautiful she was, with her baby bump just beginning to show through. He’ll make certain that the chains are loose and that she’s comfortable, and will quickly get a glass of water if she looks parched. He might even put a few books beside her, though he gave her shorter then normal ones out of spite for her running.

- He’d get pregnancy books of all and any kind, researching any information he could get. He’s decided he’s not going to punish his darling, not just yet - not until their baby is weened off milk and doesn’t need her tending to it every hour of every day. Even then, Hakuryuu probably won’t have the heart to punish his darling by that point. All the while, he’s got his precious s/o chained up, and her chance at freedom grows ever smaller, because she knows all to well this won’t be the only child they’ll have…

Kouha:

- Once he finds out she’s pregnant, he has half a mind to chop her to pieces right there. Not only did she run away from him and reject his love, but she’s going to have a baby too! The very audacity already has his fingers curling around her neck, not even caring for any excuses she has to spare. Until she sputters out the one excuse that causes him to freeze and stare at her like she’s got two heads.

- Kouha stares for a moment, not sure of what to do, before giving her a great big smile and letting her go. As his darling kneels to the floor and wheezes for breath, that dark grin never once leaves his face. Oh, he’s still angry, no doubt, but what she just told him helped him make up for it and more. It’s his child. Now, all that’s on his mind is getting her back. His brain processed the information quickly, and his mind was already racing with ideas. Before she can even process it, her arms will be bound by golden chains, and she’s already being dragged away.

- His grip on her arm is tight as he drags her to the carriage, his three loyal attendants in close toe, making certain not even a pebble could cause his darling to trip. When the get back to the carriage, Kouha is all smiles, keeping her on his lap and cuddling, softly caressing her stomach. Ignoring that way his sweetheart flinched and leaned away from his every touch. It’s not as though he could ever hurt her - not now, after finding out she was with his baby. Afterwards, is certainly a different story, however…

- When they return to the palace, Kouha is excitedly dragging her around, practically screeching it to everyone in earshot. In fact, Koumei’s positive he went deaf. Even the members of Al-Thamen were groaning and shaking their heads at the princes antics. Despite that, Kougyoku expressed joy at the news, both happy his s/o is back, and for their child. Though she can’t help but question the fear in his darling’s eyes… and why she even ran away in the first place.

- His darling will quickly be chained to the extravagant bed they shared, surrounded by the softest pillows and blankets imaginable, so quickly it will make her head spin. Of course, Kouha will assure her she will be punished in due time - but only once the baby is born. He couldn’t help but to bite his lip and shiver at the despairing look she gave him.

- Kouha too, will overload on pregnancy books. However, he’ll sit down with his darling and read out loud with her, practicing for when the baby is born. Kouha will put some limits on spoiling her, of course - she did run away, and waiting possibly more then nine months to punish her will drive him mad. He will allow her on walks occasionally, but only to the balcony and back. She has no say in what she eats or wears, and Kouha won’t give into her pregnancy cravings either - only if it’s good for the baby will there be an exception. Then again, isn’t this how he always treated her? He’s just stricter now. Plus, after the pregnancy is when things start getting intense…