#I like to think the sheath has scales on it too

[angelcak-3]

quick question how do you guys imagine riptide (doesn’t have to be canon compliant) because I’ve always imagined it something like this

I know canonically riptide is bronze but I imagine it to look more like adamantine cause that was mentioned in one of the side books once and I think it fits percy better 😁 especially since zoé made it

[moonydustx]

Law or Zoro (maybe both separately 🙇‍♀️?) with their s/o secretly being a kunoichi 🤭

Thank u 🙏

Hi Hi! I'll start with: I'm sorry. I didn't know much about the term and I tried to research it, but to be honest, I don't think I got the best of it. I used the point of view in which the character actually became an ally. Maybe I got a little carried away with Law.

After all, how can you disappoint them? (I mean, look at these two happy just seeing Raizo)

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Zoro

Warnings: blood, use of swords, the two like each other but are unable to deal with it maturely.

"Leaving friendship aside" you shouted, dodging the blow. "You're too slow, Zoro."

" What did you say?" He tried to attack you again, but it only took a few steps for you to dodge his attacks. "What the hell!"

"I said: slow." You stopped the sword with your forearm, turning it and letting it rest against the swordsman's skin. "And sloppy."

"How can you do that?"

"A lady doesn't tell your secrets." You laughed, letting him go.

The sun streamed through the crow's nest windows, illuminating the entire space.

Occasionally you and the swordsman would take time out to train. Your excuse was always that you needed to improve your skills and his was that he needed a punching bag. You knew there was a lot behind it - the hours wasted together, the accidental skin-to-skin touches. Those workouts were your favorite part of your schedule.

A crash caught the two of you's attention as well as the uneven rocking and some screams coming from beneath you.

"We are being attacked." Zoro looked out the small window seeing the reason for the small chaos that had formed. "Stay here."

He disappeared from your field of vision in a few seconds. You were determined to follow his orders, not that you owed any kind of obligation, but returning to fight seemed like a distant choice.

Your eyes narrowed at the edge of the window, trying to understand the scale of what was happening. Three pirate ships surrounded the Sunny, each with a flag. Probably a group has allied together to try to overthrow you. Ignoring it no longer seemed like an option.

You practically jumped halfway down the stairs, finding the ship full of enemies. Everyone fought as best they could, but the number of people interested in taking down the Straw Hats seemed too much for you.

Using the same technique you had used in previous training, you dodged each attack, trying to take as little damage as possible. On the other side, you saw one of the men suddenly throw Nami's Clima-tact stick away. Your eyes quickly searched for the best and closest alternative within your reach.

Dodging two guys, you didn't bother asking for permission to take out the third sword that Zoro still kept in its sheath, only seeing him look at you sideways without much room to question.

Before the bullet hit Nami, you positioned the katana blade and watched the fragment turn into two. Ignoring your friend's screams, you threw blows at the first man who had attacked her. A cut in the middle of the chest was enough to knock him down and make room for other enemies to find you.

The sharp blade paraded across the deck of the Sunny, arms fell around you, enemy blood splashed on your clothes and the floor. The presence of the other companions was a memory in the fog, you just needed to help everyone get rid of the little problem. Losing your balance when you saw the ship accelerate in the opposite direction to the enemy ship, it wasn't long before you were just contemplating the blue horizon in front of you.

The absolute silence took a few seconds to bother you until you realized what it was. All your companions looked at you curiously, probably the blood that dripped from the katana and that also stained your clothes was what attracted most of their attention.

The words came to the tip of your tongue and died for a few moments, you were fully aware that you owed your friends satisfaction, it was just difficult to bring the story to light.

"Since when did you know how to do that?" Nami was the first to ask, without any type of ceremony.

"There's been a good, good time."

"But you weren't just an expert in languages, I mean, for someone who has their face buried in books translating those strange things, you know your way around a katana very well." Usopp pointed out, making clear all the curiosity - which was probably in the others' minds.

"I was trained for a long time, longer than I would have liked." you declared, walking to the edge of the ship and leaning against it.

The crew's swordsman did the same, stopping next to you and the others practically circled you. Your hand nervously squeezed the blunt end of the sword in your hand.

"I was taught to infiltrate, to go unnoticed, to kill. I never had much of a choice in the meantime."

"And how did you end up here?" Chopper asked almost adorably, his curiosity leaning more toward admiration than anything else.

"I had a mission." your eyes found Robin in the background. "I needed to infiltrate and take Robin away from here, a high price for someone with high qualifications."

"This is getting interesting." the archaeologist smiled almost understandingly. For some reason you seemed to have given up on the plan and she had already found herself in a similar position. "What made you stop?"

"You, all of you." the answer sounded obvious coming from you. "You all welcomed me so well, I felt like part of a family. So I never answered the calls again and decided to stay here, to be honest, if I had any other choice I wouldn't have done all this." you gestured towards the blood on your clothes. "I understand if you want me to leave, a secret this big..."

"No." Luffy responded immediately. "You're not going to leave."

"But..."

"The captain decided, you're still a Straw Hat." Sanji completed, leaving room for a brief drag on his cigarette. "And with all that blood you're still beautiful."

"Shut up idiot" Zoro grumbled. "But I agree with Luffy, it's decided, you stay. Now everyone, let's get these scraps out of here." the man pointed to the downed enemies.

Without much desire to continue arguing, one by one you saw your companions move away and begin to clean the deck. Zoro however remained there, standing a few meters away.

"I bet you hate me for my petty theft." You turned to him.

"Are you feeling good?" His calm voice broke your expectations. "You didn't seem comfortable telling all that."

"It's a past that I wanted to leave behind, you know? Being a linguist is much cooler than having to scrub clothes dirty with enemy remains, but now I don't have much choice."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I've already proven that I can fight, I believe that in the next battles it won't make much sense for me to try to escape." a dejected smile crossed your lips as you approached him.

"Only if you want." Zoro replied as you parked yourself in front of him, your feet aligned with his. "If you want to fight, I'll be happy to help you get a katana. If you want to continue just being you, I promise I have enough strength and swords for both of us."

The promise implicit in his voice gave you goosebumps, as well as warming your cheeks in a certain shyness.

"And leaving friendship aside?" he started and you just nodded. "You look beautiful using my katana to take out idiots."

"Leaving friendship aside..." you replied, taking the opportunity to reduce the small space between you.

Without taking your eyes off Zoro's eyes, you slid the sword back into his sheath, completing the trio that now rested after the battle.

"I'd love to be able to do both. Maybe you can help me." your faces were just a short distance away, ignoring the entire world around you.

"Meet me tonight, upstairs. I think we can take some time to train."

"You two make this mess, come help!" Nami's scream broke you both out of your little trance, but the promise still hung in the air.

♡

Law

Warnings: cute, brief hint of something hotter at the end, pre-established relationship. Law is a super nerd in this one.

Something was out of place. Something felt like it was about to go wrong, you just didn't know what. Following the corridors of the submarine, you made a point of looking room by room, corner by corner, in search of what you didn't even know what you were looking for. The Polar Tang, despite being moored on an island, was occupied by all the crew. Almost all, the captain was absent.

"Bepo?" you entered the room he was in, hitting the switch sharply.

With nightfall and no longer sailing, there weren't many tasks left to be carried out inside Polar Tang. The bear - who was apparently taking a brief nap - rubbed his eyes, trying to understand where the call was coming from.

"Sorry to wake you up. Did you have any news from the captain?"

"He just said he was going to leave for a few hours and that if possible, we would be ready to leave." If it weren't for the worry you would definitely be teasing Bepo and his habit of making mini roars instead of yawns.

"Taking a nap is being ready, mister furry?" the bear's grumbling filled the room. "I don't know Bepo, I have a bad feeling."

"About the captain?" he rose to his feet, more alert than before. "He said he had things to sort out."

"I don't know." you murmured, thinking about possibilities, perhaps the worst possible ones echoed in your mind. "From what I remember, Law was alone for a long time before he went, am I right?"

"Yes! He said he needed to focus on something."

"Okay, let's go through his desk."

Papers hung on the wall, notes spread out on the table, a large web connected the information he had gathered so far about Doflamingo. Occupying his chair, you didn't hesitate to turn over some pages, finding names and positions written down and a map of the island. An X marking a specific point next to a photo attracted your gaze, making you search your own memories to understand the familiarity with such a situation.

"Flander..." you brought the photo of the man with white hair and a black suit closer. You remembered the man but even so, your brain burned trying to remember why and it gave you a bad feeling.

"Do you know him?" "An idiot tycoon who's also a mobster. Last time I bumped into him it was to recover a stolen devil fruit. He craves power, so he uses the black market to sell them and also use... oh, shit!"

"What happened?" the bear tried to keep up with you as you ran back to your room, thankful to find it empty.

"Get everything ready for us to escape. Also prepare the defenses." you pulled out a large hidden brown box. "Law may have been ambushed."

In other situations you would even ask him to leave, but while the bear screamed and ran from side to side you didn't hesitate to throw your overalls and in seconds put on the suit. The minutes lost in getting dressed would certainly be recovered with help in camouflaging.

"Wait, what is this?"

"No questions Bepo! Go now!"

You adjusted the cloth that covered part of your face. Ignoring the curious stares, you crossed Polar Tang in seconds, finding a full moon shining all over the pier that night. That costume, that story, you had chosen to leave behind, but the thought of someone hurting your captain was too much for you to ignore.

Following through the trees it didn't take long to find Flander's compound. Trying to avoid the presence of the security guards, you followed their movement pattern, finding a small gap to climb onto the first floor of roofs. Even though the rooms that were within reach of your eyes seemed empty, you still chose to go outside. Leaning on the gutter and avoiding any noise as much as possible, you didn't have much difficulty finding the next floor.

This time, coming across some lights on in the indoor area, you could feel closer to your goal. Using the noise of voices and the distraction to your advantage, you managed to peek inside the room.

Flander was sitting in one of the chairs, three huge men accompanied him and Law was sitting on the floor. A trickle of blood ran from his eyebrow and his hands were tied together. You hated being right in your suspicions.

Using the point of illumination to your advantage, you opted for the lack of it, throwing your dagger towards the lamp. The sound of breaking glass attracted the attention of everyone there - including Law.

"Where did that come from?" one of the men bent down picking up the small gray object.

The moonlight might still be an advantage for them, but it wouldn't be a problem for you. Rolling into the window, you took advantage of having fallen in a crouch to cut the ankle of the first man within your reach and joining a trip, he soon found the ground.

The other two gathered around you and using the ratio of size to speed, you managed to dodge them, reaching Flander and putting your other dagger through his leg, leaving it stuck between his thigh and the upholstery of the expensive bench he was sitting on. One of the other men managed to hit you, making you lose your balance, but it only took a few kicks and both he and the other man were on the ground.

"Who are you?" Flanders shouted, probably not only trying to clear the doubt but also trying to get the attention of more henchmen.

Before he could continue shouting, you slammed his head against the expensive wooden table in front of the man.

"Cap... Trafalgar." you corrected yourself almost at the last second. "Do you know where your handcuff keys are?"

"In my left pocket." your eyes - which were one of the few things discovered on your face looked in pure disbelief at him. "I knew he would try to trick me, I changed all the handcuffs here to regular versions."

"I do not believe that." despite the relief in knowing that in a way, he already knew what awaited him, it didn't stop you from staying alert.

"You're Shadow Moon, right? The konoichi who helps Sora in magazine 147 of the regular story. From Yushe Island?" He stood up, approaching the table and picking up a small brown notebook, leafing through it quickly. "Am I right, Shadow Moon?"

"Law, we have time to sort this out later." you pulled the cloth away, revealing your face. "Is this the only notebook you need?"

"Are you Sora's Shadow Moon from the Yushe Islands?" for the first time you saw Law's voice rise a few decibels in pure surprise. A slightly more serious version of a child who just got the doll he always wanted. "You?"

"We really can... Shit!" you felt your arm burn as more men appeared in your field of vision. Before you could prepare to fight, the blue dome enveloped you and the bodies lying in the room were replaced by the trees of the island's small forest, the same one that had helped you camouflage your arrival.

"Well, it was a graze." you checked your own arm and it didn't take long for Law to take the job for himself.

"Yes, you almost don't need stitches. A bandage should do the trick, Shadow Moon."

"Are you really going to call me that all night?" Law decided to back off the subject when he noticed the irritation in your voice, but you knew the subject wouldn't remain quiet for long. "When we arrive at Polar Tang, I'll explain. I've already got everyone ready for us to set sail."

You were never so happy to be back in the little metal cocoon, or at least that was the affectionate way you called the yellow submarine. After reassuring everyone, you followed Law to his room, knowing that he must have doubts about everything that happened.

"How did you know I was there?" he asked as soon as you slammed the door behind you. Taking advantage of the small peace to catch your breath, you leaned against the wall.

"I had a strange feeling and when I found Flander's photo, I knew something was wrong. I already knew his history with Devil Fruit users."

"I understood." Law seemed distracted by something on his stand. "I knew he would try to catch me, I wanted to make the most of my time to extract information."

"Next time, please let your girlfriend know." you murmured, crossing your arms and watching him walk towards you. "No way."

Law placed a small doll next to you and you knew what it was without even looking.

"Shadow Moon, I knew it!"

"I'm sorry I kept this from you." You asked and saw him nod. The same hand that held the action figure pulled you closer to the bed.

"How did you end up in Sora?" he sat down, giving you space to sit next to him or in it.

"Long story short, I helped one of the comic's editors, it was his way of thanking me." Law's eyes sparkled as you adjusted yourself over his hips.

"My girlfriend is Shadow Moon. Do you have any idea how badass that is?" he again looked at the doll and placed it aside. "Although you look a lot hotter in the real version."

"Is this serious? I took down several idiots at once to save you and you're impressed by this?" You pointed to your own clothes.

"This? You mean the legendary Shadow Moon responsible for taking down enemy armies and who can disappear into the shadows?" Your loud laugh also brought a light laugh from Law. "Shadow Moon herself came to save me. Where were you hiding all this?"

"Kind of wanted to put that story behind me." you bent down and pushed him against the bed, using the gap to lay on his chest. Just a few hours apart along with the adrenaline in your body made you miss Law's contact. "It was really lucky they left my suit in Sabaody."

"If you don't want to talk about it, that's okay." Noticing the hesitation in your voice, Law tried to steer you away from that subject. But his presence was comforting, it was as if the old memories were just that: things left behind.

"After my parents died, these women took me in. They gave me a home, food, but in return they trained me. They did this with different types of girls."

"You know why?"

"A lot of us went on missions for them, but the purpose was always to teach us how to defend ourselves." You smiled when you felt his fingers caress your skin, encouraging you to keep talking.

"I started to stand out, taking down many of the enemies until the mission where they discovered me infiltrated. I was pretending to be a doctor for one of the pirates who stole them."

"So that's why you already knew how to deal with everything here."

"Exactly, it was almost like a vocation, or destiny" a provocative smile dared to cross your lips, soon disappearing. "After finding out, they locked me up for a while. When they got tired of my presence, they sold me into slavery."

"You're lucky that a guy with a good heart was there, right?" Law's cynicism was something almost immersed in him. You quickly took the man's lips.

"They say he was very handsome." you murmured, catching his kisses.

"Babe, please." his tone was strangled when he felt your hips press against his. "But it's okay if you say no..."

"Trafalgar!" You lightly patted his shoulder when you saw him blush - like you hadn't seen in the time you were together. The way his gaze roamed your body made it clear what he wanted. "Okay, the costumes are still on my body."

"Hm.. my beautiful little konoichi." he turned you over on the bed, pinning you beneath him. "This time you won't be able to hide."

[the-fiction-witch]

The Dark & The Dawn P2

Media House of The Dragon

Character Daemon Targaryen

Couple Daemon Targaryen X Celestia Dayne [OC] (Reader Dayne with dark hair and purple eyes)

Rating Sweet

Part One

Reader - Celestia Dayne (Dark hair, Violet eyes) 

They walked the gardens with arms liked, they passed the tall hedges, and dragon statues that litter the impressive gardens of the red keep. Daemon was the first to break the silence between them both. 

"Celestia of House Dayne," He chuckled, 

"Prince Daemon of House Targaryen," she snapped back at him,

"I never imagined myself being married to a Dornish girl," 

"Stranger things have happened in this dynasty of yours,"

"... I suppose," He chuckled, "You and your family seem to really lean into the aesthetic,"

"Excuse me?"

"Forgive me, I mean no offence. But... Celestia? The star-embroidered dress? your castle is even called Starfall,"

She raised an eyebrow at his words and once again snapped back at him, "Daemon? Dragonstone? The scales on your doublet and the silver dragon clips on your bliaut? One could say you too lean into the aesthetic?" 

He chuckled, "I suppose you're right, perhaps once we are married we can combine them?"

She laughed, "Perhaps we shall make a new sigil? A dragon on a star-filled sky, a dragon made of stars,"

"Quiet a sight I should think," he laughed leading them both to sit on a stone bench, 

"It would, So... it is true we are to be married?"

"It is, politicking but we are to marry," he nodded,

"I see, may I ask about the blade you carry?" She asked glancing at his sheath, 

He smirked and raised an eyebrow, "That interests you?"

"It does," she nodded,

He smiled smugly and pulled out his sword,

The Sword Dark Sister lays in his hands the long thin blade of dark Valyrian steel almost sucks light away with its darkness,

He held the sword in his hands showing it to her almost ceremoniously as he was admittedly giddy to have a lady be interested in such a thing, "This is Dark Sister, Valyrian steel longsword ancestral to house Targaryen,"

"May I?" She asked offering her hands,

He smirked more but gently passed it to her allowing her to hold it, she held the sword with two hands one under the blade and one under the pummel Celestia felt the weight of it in her hands and looked over the intricate details of the blade of dark steel, this caused Daemon a wider smile to see her so interested and to see she knew the correct ways and didn't immediately do something foolish, 

"Would you tell me about it?" She looked up at him her purple eyes glimmering, 

"Of course," He nodded, "Dark sister has been a relic of house Targaryen since even before Aegon's conquest of Westeros," He explained, "It was favoured greatly by Queen Visenya, during the Dornish war she slew assassins in defence of Aegon and herself, it was even with Dark Sister in hand Queen Visenya cut the cheek of King Aegon to prove the ineffectiveness of his protectors thus establishing the Kingsguard,"

"Impressive," she smiled tossing the sword in her hands,

"Visenya bestowed the sword to her son Maegor but he merely hung it upon the wall of Dragonstone,"

"A shame for such a blade to be a mere decoration,"

"It is indeed, but it wasn't for too long once Visenya died Queen Alyssa Velaryon fled with her children and her son Jaehaerys took Dark sister with him and he carried the sword as he announced his claim and even onto the throne with him." he explained, "Baelon the brave my father, took Dark Sister and wield the sword in vengeance for his brother but when he passed Jaehaerys passed the sword to me." He explained,

"You must hold great love for the blade then?" 

"I do," he nodded, "I have held Dark sister in hand most of my life, I have won countless tourneys, took part in countless hunts, and even used it to end the war for the stepstones. though I know not nearly enough has been done as of yet to live up to this blade history,"

"But you are still young," she said, "Still time to give the sword time with you matching of its grand life prior to your hand," she smiled offering it back,

He nodded and took the sword back returning it to his hip, "May I ask? What is the blade you carry?"

Celestia smiled widely and pulled out her own sword, 

The Sword Dawn lays in her hand, with a blade as pale as milk glass seeming to glimmer and sparkle, almost as if it created light from it as if a radiant star. 

"This is Dawn, the ancestral greatsword of House Dayne,"

"May I?"

"You may," she nodded handing it to him,

He took it and checked it over much as she did to dark sister, Daemon was surprised at how light the sword was for a greatsword but found it as sharp as Valyrian steel, "Would you tell me about it?"

"I'd be delighted," she smiled, "As per Legend Dawn was forged from the heart of the star that fell to the earth on Starfall, made from the star's very soul by blacksmiths with magic lost to time. It had passed through many great hands but I admit it doesn't hold a history like Dark Sister, Dawn does not pass from heir to heir only a knight of house Dayne who is deemed worthy may have the honour to wield Dawn until his death." 

"And you carry it today? in ceremony for our wedding?"

"No," Celestia smiled, "I am Dawn's first female holder in our history,"

"I thought you had to be a knight?"

"You do, my brother knighted me as a joke when we were young but when my grandfather died and the sword became free I challenged my right as a Knighted Dayne for my chance to Weild the sword," she explained, "As I need not explain. I was successful." 

"You beat out all other knights to be worthy enough to hold Dawn?"

"I did, I beat sixteen other knights and I believe my prize was worth it a thousand times over," 

"I tend to agree," Daemon nodded returning the sword to her, "I rather look forward to my duties,"

"Do you?" She smirked at him as she returned the sword to its sheath, 

"I do, to think Our child could one day hold claim to both Dark Sister and Dawn, Now that would be a man to fear." 

"Or Woman." she snapped back, 

"Or woman," he nodded taking her hand and kissing it, 

[fourthwingfan]

Madness - Chapter 3

Hi guys! With this chapter we're finally at Basgiath. From this point it will be more exciting, at least I hope so. Aaaand there are some Liam and Garrick moment. Enjoy it :)

Warning: It's a war college, you know the drill

Blue dragons descend from the extraordinary Gormfaileas line. Known for their formidable size, they are the most ruthless, especially in the case of the rare Blue Daggertail, whose knifelike spikes at the tip of their tail can disembowel an enemy with one flick.

– Colonel Kaori’s Field Guide to Dragonkind

If Jack wants to kill me, he needs to get in line. Besides, I have a feeling Xaden Riorson is going to beat him to it.

“Not today,” I respond to Jack, the hilt of my dagger solid in my hand, and I somehow manage to suppress a shudder in disgust as he leans over and breathes in. He’s scenting me like a fucking dog. Then he scoffs and walks off into the crowd of celebrating cadets and riders that’s gathered in the sizable courtyard of the citadel.

It’s still early, probably around nine, but already I see there aren’t as many cadets as there were candidates ahead of us in line. Based on the overwhelming presence of leather, both the second- and third-years are here as well, taking stock of the new cadets.

The rain eases into a drizzle, as if it had only come to make the hardest test of my life even harder…but I did it. We did it.

We’re alive.

I made it.

“Vi, we did it. It’s over.” I turn to her with a relieved laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right.” And I saw her body begins to tremble. She takes a step and I see her sway a little.

“Come on, we need to explore this fantastic place.” I try to distract the people around us in hope they won’t notice Violet’s condition. I grab her arm as if I want to hurry her, when in reality I only want to support her.

“I think you made an enemy there,” the redhead says, casually shifting the lethal crossbow she wears strapped along her shoulder. She glances at us over the scroll with a shrewd look in her hazel eyes as she looks me up and down. “I’d watch your back with that one if I were you.”

I nod. I know that we will become irresistable targets.

Shit, I knew it before the Parapet, it’s just now it feels all too real. As if I make a mistake then Violet’s or my life is over. I can manage myself quite decently, but I grew up with Vi, and I really like her despite her naive way of thinking. I mean she wanted to be a scribe for her whole life and now she have to watch her back for 24/7. I feel sorry for her. My only option was to be a rider, but I wanted to be a rider, unlike her.

The next candidate approaches from the Parapet as someone grips Violet’s shoulders and spins her around.

My dagger is halfway up when I realize it’s Rhiannon.

“We made it!” She grins at us.

“We made it.” Repeats Vi with a forced smile, that I know all too well.

I manage to sheath my dagger at my ribs, with my other hand still holding up Violet.

Now that we’re here, as cadets, can we trust her? Probably yes, but we’ll see it.

“I can’t thank you enough. There were at least three times I would have fallen off if you hadn’t helped me. You were right - those soles were slick as shit. Have you seen the people around here? I swear I just saw a second-year with pink streaks in her hair, and one guy has dragon scales tattooed up his entire biceps.”

“Conformity is for the infantry,” I say as she loops her arm through Violets and tugs us along toward the crowd.

Damn it. Violet surely hit her knee when she tripped on the stones. I can feel her leaning on me more.

“Speaking of which,” she says, glancing down. “We need to trade boots. There’s a bench-“

A tall figure in a pristine black uniform steps out of the crowd, charging toward us, and Violet stumbles into his chest.

“Violet?” He asks.

Fuck that’s Dain Aetos.

I was hoping to see him much, much later.

Well, truthfully…never.

Violet looks like a lovesick puppy. Smiling… and that’s a blush?

Gods help me.

I really don’t like Aetos. Violet thinks that he’s a charming and kind, good man, but I doubt that. There’s something in his eyes that screams he wants to know all of your secrets. As if he wants to open your skull and drag out every dirty little secret that you own. I believe that he will betray every single one of us if his father gave him the order.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He barks, the shock in his eyes transforming to something deadly.

“Dain. It’s good to see you.” I greet him in a sweet voice.

In this moment Violet’s knees gives out and I had to use both of my arms to keep her up.

“Damn it, Violet” he mutters, hauling her back on her feet. With one hand on her back and the other under her elbow, he quickly guides us away from the crowd and into an alcove in the wall, close to the first defensive turret of the citadel. It’s a shady, hidden spot with a hard wooden bench, which he sits Violet on.

“I’m going to be sick.” She says.

“Just breathe Vi, you’re going to be okay.” I try to reassure her.

“Head between your knees,” Dain orders in a harsh tone as he starts to rub circles on her back. “It’s the adrenaline. Give it a minute and it’ll pass.” I hear approaching footsteps on the gravel. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Rhiannon. I’m Aelin’s and Violet’s…friend.”

“Listen to me, Rihannon. Violet is fine,” he commands. “And if anyone asks, then you tell them exactly what I said, that it’s just the adrenaline working out of her system. Understand?”

“It’s no one’s business what’s going on with Violet” I hiss at him sharply.

“Agree, so I wouldn’t say shit.” Rhiannon backs me up.

“You’d better mean that,” he warns us.

“Fuck off Dain. You know that I care about Violet. You don’t have to play the boss here.” I grimace.

“I’m a second-year rider, cadet” he growls.

“I don’t give a shit if it’s about Violet. Besides it’s just us here, who will know if I don’t show you the respect you deserve?” I ask him with a smile.

“No one can see you here Vi, so take your time,” Dain says softly.

He’s ignoring me. That’s fine with me.

“Because puking my guts up after surviving the Parapet and the asshole who wanted to throw me off it would be considered weak.” Violet rises slowly, sitting upright.

“Exactly,” he answers. “Are you hurt?”

“My knee is sore,” she whispers.

“That’s all? You’re sure?” His hands run down on Vi’s sides. “Are you wearing daggers?”

“Three at my ribs and one in my boot.”

“And she knows how to use them.” I butt in.

“Huh.” He looks at me as if he want to say something then his gaze slides to my boots then to Rihannon’s. “Get your boots switched. You two look ridiculous. Vi, do you trust this one?” He nods toward Rhiannon.

“Ridiculous my ass.” I mutter then I take off my left boot to switch back with Rhiannon. My darling comfy boots. “And it’s her and not this.” I add helpfully.

Vi snickers and nods.

“All right.” Dain turns toward us. There are sheats at the sides of his leathers, too, but there are daggers in each of them. “I’m Dain Aetos, and I’m the leader for Second Squad, Flame Section, Second Wing.”

Wow. A squad leader? I wonder how can he managed to become one. He’s an ass. But that means I better watch him.

The highest rank among the cadets in the quadrant are wingleader and section leader. Both positions are held by elite third-years. Second-years can rise to squad leaders, but only if they’re exceptional. Everyone else is simply a cadet before Threshing - when the dragons choose who they will bond - and a rider after. People die too often around here to hand out ranks prematurely.

“Parapet should be over in the next couple of hours, depending on how fast the candidates cross or fall. Go find the redhead with the roll - she’s usually carrying a crossbow - and tell her that Dain Aetos put both of you and Violet Sorrengail into his squad. If she questions you, tell her she owes me from saving her ass at Threshing last year. I’ll bring Violet back to the courtyard shortly.”

“Wait! Where are you taking her?” I ask suddenly.

“It’s none of you business cadet Melgren.”

“Aelin, just go. I’ll be fine with Dain.” Violet says, trying to ease my suspicion.

I glance at her and Rhiannon.

“Go before someone sees us,” Dain barks.

“Shit. Fine.”

I say then Rhiannon and I are trying to find the woman Dain mentioned. It’s not an easy job with so many people gathering here.

“Look, there.” Rhiannon points toward the other side of the courtyard.

“Hey, there.” Rhiannon greets the redhead woman as we approach her.

“What do you want?” She eyes us suspiciously.

“Dain Aetos sent us to told you that he wants both of us and Violet Sorrengail in his squad.” Continues Rhiannon

“Dain? Why would he do that?”

“Because he’s a fucking teddy bear at heart.” I said sarcastically.

“She’s just kidding.” Rhiannon interrupts me, and elbows me in the ribs. “He told us to tell you that you owe him for Threshing.”

“Fine. I can put you and cadet Sorrengail in his squad, but not Melgren. I received instructions from a superior about her.”

“Who gave these ’instructions’?” I ask her.

“I can’t tell. Now I’ll go, I don’t have time for chatting you.” Leaves us the woman.

“Higher ranking than Dain? Do you have an idea who gave that order?” She asks curiously.

“No, I don’t.” I say. I mean I have ideas but I don’t know for sure. “Let’s split up. I want to observe the other cadets.”

“Well then see ya later.”

I walk to a spot where I can see everyone in the courtyard and then I lean against the wall. There’s more and more people. Surely we will be over a couple of hundreds cadets this year. I mused in myself when a light blonde man approached me.

“Hi. Why are you so far away from everyone?” He asks.

“I don’t need friends or whatever so go away.” I say sharply.

“Good. I just wanted to find a quiet corner.” He answers with a smile.

“Then try to find it elsewhere.” I snap back at him.

I don’t want to make friends or get acquainted with the other cadets. Most of them are going to die, and if I have to kill one of them to save our lives, I don’t want to hesitate. But why is this man staying here with me? It’s not like that I was kind to him. Actually I was a real bitch. So what does he want?

I glance at him at the corner of my eyes. He’s tall, has light blonde hair and blue eyes. Quite handsome. He shifted his weight and now I can see his other arm. The dark lines in his skin. A rebellion relic.

“My name is Liam Mairi.” He says turning fully to me. “ And you? Or should I call you Snappy?”

“Don’t you dare!” I glare at him. “I’m Aelin Melgren.”

“Melgren?” He asks “Then I think you know what is this.” He points to his arm with the relic.

“Yeah, so what?” I ask.

“It does not bother you?” He lifts his brows.

“Why would it? It’s not like you did something to deserve it.” I say silently looking at his arm.

“I like you Melgren. You can be my friend.” He smiles at me.

“Who said I want to be your friend?” I narrow my eyes.

“Then I will be your friend. Snappy.” Liam winks at me.

“This is the most ridiculous nickname I’ve ever heard.” I hiss at him. “I have a name you know.”

“Liam. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” I hear a voice calling to Liam. “What are you doing here?”

“I made a friend.” He answers smiling.

“I already said that I don’t need friends.” I roll my eyes at him.

“And I said that I will be your friend. You’re stuck with me.” Then he turns to the man in front of us. “She’s Aelin Melgren, she doesn’t know how to behave properly, and a little bit snappy, but that’s fine.”

“Melgren?” The man asks in front of me.

“Yeah, so what? You’ve got a problem?” I grumble with raised eyebrows. I’m really bored that everybody asks the same questions. All the time. Melgren? That Melgren? General Melgren’s daughter? It’s really tiring. I sigh.

“No. It’s just surprising that he sent his own daughter to this death roll school.”

“Well it clearly shows that you don’t know him.” I laugh bitterly. “And who the hell are you?” I look at him properly for the first time since he’s here.

The first thing that I notice are his eyes. They has a beatiful hazel color, with dark curly hair that looks really, really soft. Oh and he’s fucking tall. And I saw a rebellion relic on his arm too. That explains why they know each other.

And what is it with this school? Only handsome men attends it? God, the world is soo cruel.

“I’m Garrick Tavis.” He nods at me, then turns to Liam. “You should join the crowd, it will starts soon.” With that said he walks away without sparing a glance at me.

“Let’s go Aelin.” Liam says while looking at me, waiting to join the other cadets.

“Fiinee.” I sigh then follow him.

The clouds are breaking, and the drizzle is burning off as the gravel crunches beneath my feet on my way toward the riders and cadets. The massive courtyard is shaped like an angular teardrop, the rounded end is formed by a giant outer wall at least ten feet thick. Along the sides are stone halls. I know the four-story building carved into the mountain with the rounded end is for academics, and the one on the right, towering over the cliff, is the dorms. The imposing rotunda linking the two buildings also serves as the entrance to the gathering hall, commons, and a library behind it. There’s stone dais on the right side of the Parapet, occupied by two uniformed men I recognize as the commandant and executive commandant, both in full military dress, their medals winking in the sunlight. Then finally the last of the cadets walks into the courtyard, followed by the riders from the other turret.

Xaden is among them. It’s not just his height that makes him stand out in this crowd but the way the other riders all seem to move around him, like he’s a shark and they’re all fish giving him a wide berth. For a second, I can’t help but wonder what his signet is, the unique power from the bond with his dragon, and if that’s why even the third-years seem to scurry out of his way as he strides up to the dais with lethal grace. There are ten of them in total up there now, and from the way Commandant Panchek moves to the front, facing us seems that we’re about to start.

“Three hundred and one of you have survived the Parapet to become cadets today” Commandant Panchek starts with a politician’s smile, gesturing to us.

“The guy has always talked with his hands.” I whisper to Liam. He doesn’t answer just gives me a look which I know is meant to silence me. It’s a shame because I really like to comment these things. “Good job. Sixty-seven did not.”

„As the Codex says, now you begin the true crucible!” Panchek shouts, his voice carrying over the five hundred of us that I estimate are in this courtyard. „You will be tested by your superiors, hunted by your peers, and guided by your instincts. If you survive to Threshing, and if you are chosen, you will be riders. Then we’ll see how many of you make it to graduation.”

„Your instructors will teach you,” Panchek promises, his hand sweeping to the line of professors standing at the doors to the academic wing. „It’s up to you how well you learn.” He swings his pointer finger at us. „Discipline falls to your units, and your wingleader is the last word. If I have to get involved…” A slow, sinister smile spreads across his face. „You don’t want me involved.”

„With that said, I’ll leave you to your wingleaders. My best advice? Don’t die.” He walks off the dais with the executive commandant, leaving only the riders on the stone stage.

A brunette woman with wide shoulders and a scarred sneer stalks forward, the silver spikes on the shoulder of her uniform flashing in the sunlight. „I’m Nyra, the senior wingleader of the quadrant and the head od the First Wing. Section leaders and squad leaders, take your positions now.”

People starts pushing past us until there are about fifty people in front of us, spaced out in formation.

„First Squad! Claw Section! First Wing!” Nyra calls out.

A man closer to the dais raises his hand.

„Cadets, when your name is called, take up formation behind your squad leader” Nyra instructs.

The redhead with the crossbow and roll steps forward and begins calling names. One by one, cadets move from the crowd to the formation, and I keep count, making snap judgments based off clothing and arrogance. It looks like each squad will have about fifteen or sixteen people in it.

Jake is called into the Flame Section of First Wing.

Rhiannon and Violet are both called to Second Squad, Flame Section, Second Wing. Good, at least they together. Now which wing I will be in?

„Second Squad, Tail Section, Fourth Wing.” the redhead continues.

„Liam Mairi” He grins at me, then goes to join his squad.

„Aelin Melgren” It seems that I have no luck today, I sigh and the sorting continue.

„Hi Snappy. It’s good to see you can’t let me go.” Liam winks

„Shut up. It’s not like it was my choice” I grumble. But I admit that it could be worse.

We’re silent as the rest of the cadets are called. The sun is out in full now, beating into my leathers and scorching my skin.

When the order sounds, we all turn to face the dais. I try to keep my gaze on the roll-keeper, but my eyes jerk right like the traitors they are, and my pulse leaps.

Xaden watches me with a cold, calculating look that feels like he’s plotting my death from where he stands as the wingleader for Fourth Wing.

As I said no luck today. Shit. He’s my wingleader. And he’s still handsome.

I lift my chin.

He cocks his scarred eyebrow. Then he turns his attention to Violet and he says something to Second Wing’s wingleader, and then every wingleader joins in on what’s obviously a heated discussion.

Finally, the wingleaders turn around to face us, and the slight tilt to Xaden’s lips makes me instantly queasy.

„Dain Aetos, you and your squad will switch with Aura Beinhaven’s” Nyra orders.

Wait. What? Who is Aura Beinhaven?

Dain nods, then turns to his squad. „Follow me.” He says it once, then strides through formation. They’re moving to Fourth Wing. My wing. Xaden’s wing.

„Shiit, it gets better and better” I murmur.

There’s a fucking smirk on Xaden’s arrogant, and handsome face.

Then it clicks.

We’re entirely at his mercy, a subordinate in his chain of command. He can punish us however he likes for the slightest infraction, even imaginary ones.

Nyra looks at Xaden as she finishes assingments, and he nods, stepping forward and finally breaking our staring contest.

„You’re all cadets now.” Xaden’s voice carries out over the courtyard, stronger than the others. „Take a look at your squad. These are the only people guaranteed by Codex not to kill you. But just because they can’t end your life doesn’t mean others won’t. You want a dragon? Earn one.”

Most of the others cheer, but I keep my mouth shut. Liam as well.

Xaden’s eyes find mine, and my stomach clenches before he looks away. „And I bet you feel pretty badass right now, don’t you, first-years?”

More cheers.

„You feel invincible after the Parapet, don’t you?” Xaden shouts. „You think you’re untouchable! You’re on the way to becoming the elite! The few! The chosen!”

„Man, he completly lost it.” I facepalmed.

„Shh.” Hisses at me Liam.

„What? It’s true.” I blink confusedly.

„Maybe, but it’s not the right time to talk about this way for your wingleader.” He explains and I shrug. Whatever.

Another round of cheers goes up with each declaration, louder and louder.

No. That’s not just cheering, it’s the sound of wings betaing the air into submission.

Oh. My. God. They’re magnificent.

Just when I think they’re about to fly overhead, they pitch vertically, whip the air with their huge semitranslucent wings, and stop, the gusts of wing-made wind so powerful that I nearly stagger backward as they land on the outer semicircular wall. Their chest scales ripple with movement, and their razor-sharp talons dig into the edge of the wall on either side. Now I understand why the walls are ten feet thick. It’s not a barrier. The edge of the fortress is a damned perch.

A few cadets scream.

Guess everyone wants to be a dragon rider until they’re actually twenty feet away from one.

Steam blasts my face as the navy-blue one directly in front of me exhales through its wide nostrils. Its glistening blure horns rise above its head in an elegant, lethal sweep, and its wings flare momentarily before tucking in, the tip of their top joint crowned by a single fierce talon. Beautiful.

Their tails are just as fatal, but I can’t see them at this angle or even tell which breed of dragon each is without that clue.

All are deadly.

There are three dragons in various shades of red, two shades of green – like Tein, Mira’s dragon – one brown, one orange and the enermous navy one ahead of me. They’re all massive, overshadowing the structure of the citadel as they narrow their golden eyes at us in absolute judgment.

If they didn’t need us puny humans to develop signet abilities from bonding and weave the protective wards they power around Navarre, I’m pretty sure they’d eat us all and be done. But they like protecting the Vale – the valley behind Basgiath the dragons call home – from merciless gryphons, and we like living, so here we are in the most unlikely partnerships.

A cadet bolts out of Third Wing, screaming as he makes a run for the stone keep behind us. We all turn to look as he sprints for the giant arched door at the center. I can almost see the words carved into the arch from here, but I already know them by heart. A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.

Once bonded, riders can’t live without their dragons, but most dragons can live just fine after us. It’s why they choose carefully, so they’re not humiliated by picking a coward, not that a dragon would ever admit to making a mistake.

The red dragon on the left opens its vast mouth, revealing teeth as big as I am. That jaw could crush me if it wanted, like a grape. Fire erupts along its tounge, then shoots outward in a macabre blaze toward the fleeing cadet.

He’s a pile of ash on the gravel before he can even make it to the shadow of the keep.

Sixty-eight dead.

Heat from the flames blasts the side of my face as I jerk my attention forward. If anyone else runs and is likewise executed, I won’t watch it. More screaming sounds around me.

There are two more gusts of heat, one to my left and then another to my right.

Make that seventy.

The navy dragon seems to tilt its head at me, as if its narrowed golden eyes can see straight through me.

I force my shoulders back and lift my chin.

The dragon blinks, which might be a sign of approval, or boredom, and looks away.

„Anyone else feel like changing their mind?” Xaden shouts, scanning the remaining rows of cadets with the same shrewd gaze of the navy-blue dragon behind him. „No? Excellent. Roughly half of you will be dead by this time next summer.” The formation is silent except for a few untimely sobs from my left. „A third of you again the year after that, and the same your last year. No one cares who your mommy or daddy is here. Even King Tauri’s second son died during his Threshing. So tell me again? Do you feel invincible now that you’ve made it into the Riders Quadrant? Untouchable? Elite?”

No one cheers.

Another blast of heat rushes – this time directly at my face – and every muscle in my body clenches. But it’s not flames…just steam, and it blows back my hair as the dragons finish their simultaneous exhale.

They want us scared. Mission accomplished.

„Because you’re not untouchable or special to them.” Xaden points toward the navy dragon and leans forward slightly, like he’s letting us in on a secret as we lock eyes. „To them, you’re just the prey.”

[tcfactory]

Okay, but seriously, I have a mighty need for a Yue Qingyuan who came out of the cave something less than human. CW for body horror of the "bit like OG form Zhuzhi Lang, but dragon instead of snake and at least one third sword and very, very painful" variety.

They broke his body and the failed bond shattered his meridians and when he was nothing but broken broken broken, locked in the dark with only his terror and Xuan Su for company

he forgot, for a while, that he was meant to be human.

He was pain and regret and more pain and it's not like he could see himself in the pitch black of the cave. Something bled all over the walls, the floor and even the ceiling, and it could very well have been that neither sword nor boy knew how much blood there was supposed to be in the human body and that was all. It would have been strange, but not the strangest thing to ever happen. If some of the marks on the stone looked too much like clawmarks, that was only a coincidence. Some luckily spaced sword slashes, his Shizun insisted when Mu shidi pointed them out the day they came to fetch him.

He eventually put himself back together, after all. Xiao Jiu was expecting his Qi-ge, not whatever the thing thrashing against the walls of the cave was. He sheathed Xuan Su - he didn't remember the heavy scabbard, carved bone and eerily warm to the touch, but the metal inlay matched the sword so surely it was already there. He just forgot about it. His Shizun stared at the bleached bone, his face going pale as a sheet, and ordered everyone not to touch it, as if it would bite anyone who was not Yue Qi.

Xiao Jiu was his reason, the center of his world, so he put himself together to be the best and warmest big brother his Xiao Jiu cold ever want - and he would never talk about the thing in the cave. When he let himself think too long on it he was certain that Yue Qi died in the dark and he's whatever beast of pain and guilt that hatched from his corpse.

He couldn't bear to tell Xiao Jiu that Qi-ge wasn't strong enough to survive, not even for his sake, so he said nothing. Continues to say nothing. Whatever betrayal Xiao Jiu imagines, it couldn't possibly measure up to the enormity of Qi-ge's failure.

It takes a small thing to unmake him, in the grand scheme of things. He is walking with Shen Qingqiu from the latest Peak Lord meeting when something strange tickles the back of his throat. The tiniest bit of suspicious pollen that escaped the Medicine Peak's greenhouse, maybe a whiff of some rare beast Liu Qingge dragged back to show off to his disciples.

It's the strangest sneeze he ever experienced, one that seems to upend the very world, and when he focuses his eyes again Shen Qingqiu is staring at him with a wild mixture of fascination, anger and terror. Only when he opens his maws to ask what startled the other when he realizes that the shell of Sect Leader Yue has unraveled to show the beast he became in the dark.

Xiao Jiu was never meant to see him like this, never meant to discover the beast under the shell, so he never bothered to fix this part of himself. As far as he can tell from a cursory glance (Xiao Jiu makes a noise of distress when the beast tries to turn his head to take stock of himself, so he immediately turns back in alarm) he looks mostly like a dragon, albeit one that someone tried to put through a round or three of lingchi, skin and scales and flesh peeling from where he rubbed it raw against the walls of the cave. Makes sense, he thinks. He hasn't seen it in years, but there is a dragon etched into Xuan Su's blade.

Remembering his sword, he looks around in alarm to locate it.

"It's right there." Xiao Jiu sounds unusually queasy as he gestures towards the beast's chest. He twists his long neck until he can see and oh, there it is, safe and snug, sheathed between his ribs. He breathes deep to feel his lungs expand against it, twists around to see if any movement would dislodge it or not, but it's safe there. It doesn't hurt one bit. It belongs there.

"Thank you, Xiao Jiu." It comes out a little garbled, but he brightens up to discover that he can still speak, right until the moment Xiao Jiu makes a hysterical hiccuping sound. He made that noise before, when a horse kicked his Qi-ge and he thought the hoof had caved his skull in.

"Don't speak. Please." After a moment of silence he rallies anew and swiftly strips off his outmost robe so he can throw it over the beast's head. "And don't you dare take that off!"

It smells like Xiao Jiu, so the beast that was once Qi-ge is content to stay where he is while Shen Jiu turns into a hurricane of action - he drags Mu shidi and his medics over, yells at the disciples until they clear out one of the isolated stone gardens for him, sends runners to Wan Jian and to every peak's library pavilions to see if they can dig up anything useful - and all the while he is bombarding Mu Qingfang with questions, having soon sussed out that their shidi knows something about this situation.

While Xiao Jiu rakes poor Mu shidi over the coals the beast sits placidly among the many senior medics, listening to the Qian Cao head disciple mumble under her breath while she notes down all their findings. So, he's not quite a dragon, after all. Some parts of him are still clearly Yue Qi. That thought makes him smile a little as he looks down at one of his hands, rubbing the dried blood off his shattered claws. He broke all of them, trying to get out of the cave, as well as most of his bones. He is absently aware that he is in agony, but he can't fully comprehend what that means right now, so it's fine. No reason to make the medics worry over it.

The head disciple makes a very interesting noise of disbelief when someone reports that some of his bones are actually swords, apparently. They are not sure what his guts are made of, but based on the sudden, alarmed sounding whispers it's probably nothing pleasant.

They let him take the robe off his head, but they have hastily covered all the surfaces where he might see his own reflection and some of them look decidedly green whenever they look at him directly, so he buries his face back in the soft fabric and lets his world narrow down to the scent of his Xiao Jiu.

He must have dozed off, because when he wakes up all the medics have left. It's only him in the garden and a tired looking Xiao Jiu. He sits up to show the other that he's aware and listening.

"Qi-ge, what have you done to yourself?" Xiao Jiu looks angry and hurt and all the things Yue Qi doesn't want him to be. "All these years. If only you had told me! Didn't I deserve to know?!"

Yue Qi hangs his head in shame. Opens his mouth, but swallows the well-worn 'sorry' down before it could escape from between his cracked teeth.

At long last Xiao Jiu sighs. Then slowly, bashfully, spreads his arms. "Aren't you going to comfort me? I'm giving you permission, just this once. Come down here and hug me, Qi-ge."

Joy surges through Yue Qi and he collapses into Xiao Jiu's arms before he can think twice about it and he's back, he's as human again as he will ever be, two arms, two legs and two eyes brimming with tears as he clutches his Xiao Jiu.

Xuan Su clatters to the ground and Xiao Jiu clutches him right back, long nails hooking into his back like they never want to let him go. "Don't you dare scare me like that ever again! Stupid Qi-ge."

Yue Qi can't promise the impossible, can't bear to lie to his Xiao Jiu. But he murmurs the promise that he will try his best into the silk of Xiao Jiu's robes and that has to be good enough for now.

"We will work on it, together," Xiao Jiu orders indulgently and Yue Qi doesn't remember the last time he was this happy.

For the first time since the caves he feels that maybe the boy and the beast are the same thing after all. They have to be, to hold the same love.

[heluvaku]

The spiderverse is crazy! 💥💥💥💥 (do spider noir....pls I'm begging.)

𝒟𝑒𝒿𝒶 𝒱𝓊 .

A Peter B. Parker | Spider Noir x Gender-Neutral Reader .

warnings ; dacryphilia , bondage , praise , slight degradation , creampie , vaginal sex , vaginal fingering , dumbification (if you reeeaaallly squint) , mating press , drooling , reader has vagina .

authors note ; dude . spider noir is so . NGGGHHAAAAAHH I NEED HIM anyways i liked writing this because when i realized that the webs could be used for bondage i was like EEEUUURREEEKAAA !!! so yeah . anyways pardon if he's ooc its my first time writing him <//3

You never expected there to be multiple spiderpeople. The idea of it was foreign to you, especially after the announcement of his death was brought to Brooklyn just yesterday. You’d never foresee the possibility of more to appear from nowhere.

That was until you found yourself tied up and a black and white spiderman sheathed inside of you.

Your face was shoved onto a pillow, arms and abdomen tied together with sticky white webs. Moans fall from the masked lips of the man behind you, thrusting in and out of your stuffed hole. He’s been pleasuring you for hours on end; and he’s barely cum. You, on the other hand, have arrived for the nth time, granting you the inability to think and form full sentences. Tears prick your eyes as you make incoherent sounds along with pleasured whines.

“Don’t cry, darling. You’ve been doing so well; surely you could handle more of me,” Peter beckoned. His hands gripped your hips tighter, the black gloves cold on your exposed skin. You mewl at his words, spreading your legs so he could bury himself deeper into you. The monochrome man hums, then slows down before pulling out entirely. You whimper from the sudden emptiness, tears finally escaping from your eyes.

Before you knew it, you were flipped over on your back, fuzzy eyes staring at where his would be. The noir spider’s hand strokes the right side of your face, wiping away tears. Peter made you feel a new sense of comfort during such an obscene act. Just as your crying came to a stop, you felt him push your legs to your chest, his thumbs caressing the underside of your thighs while he lined himself back up with you.

“One more time, my love. For me, please,” the monochromatic spider begged. Noir’s breath was shallow and filled with desperacy. He shoved himself inside you, cursing as he bottomed out. You let out a pathetic whimper, earning a slow thrust in return. Peter’s pace was agonizingly slow, taking his time with your spent body. You, however, didn’t like that,

You made a measly attempt to utter the word ‘faster’, but it came out in babbles of nonsense. The gray-scale spiderman seemed to have understood as his speed increased along with his intensity. The grip on your thighs tightened, fingers sinking into the bare flesh. You feel a familiar tightness in your abdomen and you whine, drool absconding from your mouth.

“What a slattern — Or are the words dirty slut more commonplace to you?” Noir teases, his cock bullying itself  into you. He pressed your legs closer to you, your knees practically touching the mattress. The mixture of pain and pleasure was too much for you, vision blurring with tears de novo. With just a few thrusts, you came around him, walls clenching around him as your semen gushed from inside of you.

Spider Noir curses your name under his breath, throwing his head back slightly. The sounds of his words of degradation and praise, along with the sound of his dick moving inside your slick cunt, made you hot with embarrassment. Peter’s thrusts became sporadic, sweet nothings leaving his lips.

“Do you mind if I.. Inside?” Peter asks, his breathing heavy and his cock twitching, “I beg of you, my dear, I need you.”

You nod the best you could with your current position, and mutter out a ‘yes’. Almost immediately after, you felt Noir fill your insides, letting go of your thighs and sliding out of you. He chuckled at your current state then helped you untie yourself once he noticed your glare.

Once you tried to get up, he laid you back down and took off his glove. You looked at him confused until you felt his fingers pushing his seed back inside you.

“See this as something to remember me by,” He says with a smile.

You think, at least. It’s hard to tell.

@ orpherizz 2023 . do not share or repost .

[luimagines]

Another request because my brain has decided to start working somewhat the chain finding someone not from their world

This one... Is very vague. So don't mind if I take many creative liberties XD

Masterlist

Part one will include Wild, Legend and Hyrule.

Content under the cut!

Wild

Wild wasn't sure if he was meant to be looking at this person at the moment.

She had a high ponytail, with their quiver and shield strapped to their back. The sheath which held her sword rested at their hip, a very familiar sheikah slate was hooked on the other side.

She was blond with blue eyes and burn marks all over the side of their face in a very familiar pattern.

Wild gulped and stuck a hand out, trying to mean no harm. "Uh, hi. Why do you look like me?"

She eyes him with suspicion and slowly puts her hand in his. "I could be asking you the same thing."

"Hey Cub, have you seen- oh god there's two of them." Twilight fumbles out of the surrounding foliage. He blurts his words without thinking and points.

The girl eyes him with just as much suspicion, borderline glaring at him. Twilight shrinks back somewhat, not expecting this. "Hello...Can we help you?"

"You look familiar." She mutters and but shakes her head. "Where am I? Who are you people?"

Twilight coughs. "My name is Link and his name is Link. We're... actually not from here. But you can call me Rancher or Twilight. I respond to both. He goes by Champion or Wild. What's your name?"

She takes a step back, very purposefully looking them both up and down.. "...My name is Linkle..."

Twilight looks just as lost as Wild feels. Wild shakes his head, smacking his cheeks for good measure. He hopes that there's no triggered memory because of this. That would really bad at the moment.

"A new hero maybe?" He ventures tentatively. "We're going to have to tell the others."

She looks even more on guard. Her hand goes to rest on the hilt of her sword. "Others?"

Twilight nods, putting his hands up. "We have a group of others named Link...We're all heroes of Hyrule. Sound familiar?"

She doesn't relax but she nods. She makes no move to follow them though. "Where's Prince Zelden?"

Wild frowns. "Never heard of him....There's Princess Zelda though but she's not here right now."

Everything about her reminds him of himself but it's never been so... off. Is it because she's a girl or too similar to him? Wild cant figure it out.

He looks over Twilight as he pinches the bridge of his nose. He's getting a headache. Wild isn't sure why though. She's his look alike- Oh wait, that might be why.

Wild offers his arm like any good gentleman (Sky would be proud). "We all have questions, I'm sure. Together we can both try to figure out what's happening. Would you like to join us for lunch? I was about to start the fire."

She slowly reaches for his arm and nods. "...Yes. I'd like that actually. Thank you."

Twilight shakes his head. "I'll let the boy know we have company... Please don't set anything on fire."

"...I need to start the fire though."

"You know what I mean."

The girl next to him giggles. "I have a friend just like him. She tells me the same thing all the time."

Wild smiles. "She sounds fun."

Legend

He had to crane his neck to get a decent look at them.

They were huge, as big as a hinox. They had four arms and a massive maw full of razor sharp teeth. They has large scales on their body in a brilliant green color. The closest thing Legend could compare them to were beatle wings but they must much larger and hard as a rock.

"Admiring my armor?" They said. Their voice shook Legend to his core. Something about it spoke of power and restraint.

He finds himself nodding. "It's armor then? How do you put in on? There's no strap of anything."

They laugh. "Of course not. It's a part of my body. They've only gotten this strong because of all the times I've torn them off."

They poke their shells. It makes a small dull sound. They bring it closer for Legend to touch as well. He does, only because he has no idea what would be considered weird in this circumstance. It's smooth but warm. Solid. "Did it hurt, Sniper?"

"Of course." They pull back. "The blood is always a pain to clean up but it's necessary where I'm from. My people pick from the toughest warriors and strongest soldiers. There's someone I have my eyes on so I hope to prove myself tough enough to form a life bond."

Legend nods. He understands only the need to peacock to catch attention. He doesn't understand the rest of it.

"The Drev are a war species." They explain, as if that's an normal to say. "We pride ourselves in being unbeatable and we train our young from a young age to be a merciless on the battle field as out predecessors."

Legend finds himself only getting more freaked out by this conversation. Is this normal? Can someone call him or something? Get him out of this!

"We..." He tries to explain himself and his people. But how does he not piss off this giant behemoth of a creature?

They had met up while they were tracking down the shadow. The shadow ran out of a portal like their life depended on it and this...Drev, came out chasing him. It appears they they did enough damage to be thirsty for more.

It's unnerving.

No one really had a choice when they said they were traveling with hem now to track down the shadow and given their battle prowess... they weren't going to turn them away from that either.

"You are all soft and squishy." The drev pokes his leg. "It's incredibly you've all survived as long as you have."

They laugh and Legend is inclined to let them have their moment. Of course it's obvious that they've all had close calls. What does he even say to that?

Hyrule

Hyrule knew by this point that there were many worlds beside his own. His own world has changed so much that he could hardly recognize it outside of his own existence. It might as well be a different place entirely.

So when he comes face to face with a person who's entire bottom half is a serpentine, he's not exactly inclined to ask many questions at first.

Their eyes are bright and vibrant. Between the slits down the center and their yellow color, Hyrule finds himself drawn further into their differences.

Their tail is black with orange bands. Similar scales trail up their uncovered torso and over their joints and arms. Their hands are completely covered by the scales and end with razor sharp black tinted claws. The scales become more patchy by their neck, face and hairline and end when long black hair starts to grow out of their scalp.

Hyrule seems to focus more on the their face, trying to make the situation as less awkward as possible. It only polite to hold relative eye contact. "Hello."

They slither away, crouching lower to the ground.

The others shout and cry out from just behind him. The creature has made itself known but apparently by mistake.

"Hyrule! Are you hurt?" Warrior calls out, running with his weapon out.

Hyrule forces himself to his feet. The sight of the new being has left him a little unsteady, but he doesn't want them to attack for no reason. "I'm ok! We're all good here!"

That gets them to slow down at least.

Legend makes it to him first with the help of his pegasus boots. Hyrule is tackled into a hug and pushed behind the other hero. "What on earth?"

"This is new to you too?"

"I've never seen anyone like them."

They slither back even farther and start going up a tree.

"Wait!" Hyrule moves away form Legend, even putting his hand on the outstretched blade to lower it. "Don't go away! We won't hurt you."

"But will they hurt us?" Warrior slide in, also holding his weapon.

"They didn't even do anything!" Hyrule tries to defend. "We just crashed together, that's all."

"Looked more like an ambush to me."

The snake being pulls themself higher into the tree, never taking their eyes off of the young boys as they begin to gather around.

Hyrule bounces his knee nervously and coughs. "Do you have a name?"

The person tilts their head and looks to the rest of them.

Legend clicks his tongue. "Do they even speak?"

"....Kara."

The entire group stills.

"My name is Kara."

Part 2

[misguidedasgardian]

Vhaelar

A "White Dragon" One-shot

MASTERLIST

How the bond between rider and dragon happened 

Pairing: None. this is between Rhaenryra, Syrax, Daemon, Caraces, Reader and Vhaelar 

Warnings: Underage girls sneaking around and traveling to another continent to find a dragon, children neglect, dragon rides, general mayhem, inaccurate bonding and ASOIAF places and stories. 

Notes: It’s me again, rambling. Not Daemon trying to convince Viserys to pack theirs bags and go in a boys only vacation in Essos 😂😂😂

This happens quick and easy… a short story. 

Year: 109 AC, Rhaenyra is 14, Reader is 12

“And why would I care about a dragon terrorizing another continent?” King Viserys was upset, mad, at his brother, that after failing at his attempt of making him master of coin, had taken a sabbatical year away in Essos, and just got back, talking about issues that should not concern the crown of Westeros.

“Is huge, brother”, he continued, “riderless, a chaotic beast, they say he is white, you can’t spot him until it’s too late, mixing amongst the clouds, he is burning cities to the ground”

“And what would you have me do? uh?” he said back, a mocking smile

“Brother Balerion is dead, let’s take to Pentos, where the beast is, bond him, claim him” he continued, “they say he is to be as large as Vermithor, late king Jahaerys’ dragon”, Viserys looked at his brother like he was analizing him, “It had been terrorizing the free cities for years, no scorpion can get him” he encouraged, but stopped when he saw his brother’s mocking grin

“My riding days are over Daemon”

“How do you expect to be a dragon King, with no dragon?” he said then, getting angry

“You want him so bad? go claim him yourself” he continued with a laugh, but Daemon growled in frustration 

“I have Caraxes” 

“And Essos has that beast, take him down if it means so much to you” Daemon stormed out of the room of the small council, frustrated with his brother. King Jhaerys was known to be a good and benevolent King, but rode one of the most ferocious dragon westeros had ever seen. Vermithor, the bronze beast. How did his brother expect to rule without a dragon? a dragonless Targaryen sat ill in Daemon’s mind. 

What he didn't know at the moment, is that even though he was in the small council meeting chamber, two little princess were there as well, hearing the conversation from a place he himself used to use to spy 

If his brother was not going to tame the animal, perhaps he could take care of him, Caraxes, trained in battle, could defeat it, the free cities, if ridden of the beast, will pay him handsomely for the service. 

So at the break of dawn, with his dark dragon armor on, and with Dark Sister in its sheath, he walked the streets of King’s Landing towards the Dragonpit, where Craxes rested. 

The journey to cross the narrow sea took him half of the day, they didn’t call it the narrow sea for nothing… He reached Pentos near noon. He couldn’t shake the feel that he was being followed, but he then thought it was idiotic, who could be following him on dragonback?

According to farmers at the outside of Pentos, that the “white demon” has taken the lake, the main supply of Pento’s water for itself 

So that’s where he went. 

You knew it was incredible dangerous borderline idiotic what you were doing, but Rhaenyra even encourage you to do it, and seeing her so willing to jump to her Dragon’s back and flying far to Pentos, made you think you could pull it off as well, and also… Your dear uncle Daemon was going to be there too, he didn’t know it, but you guessed that if you needed something he could help you. 

A dragon in the wild was a strange occurrence, so you, a believer of fate and tales and premonitions, you knew it had to mean something… it couldn’t de a coincidence 

Daemon watched the dragon drinking water from a large lake. His scales, as described, were white that shone with the sunlight making them seem silvery. It was a horned creature, both main coronating her head, with small ones that started behind her eyes and towards her head. They were gray and black. but her long tail… the color of the inside of her wings and the top of her tail seemed like an icy blue. She had teeth as large as swords, he knew because she yawned. And golden eyes that seemed to dazzle their enemy, or their prey

It was a beautiful creature

Wild, untamed, its instincts, he guessed, were those of a hunter. It was whole, no signs of scratches, or bites, the horns on its head seemed complete, as its teeth. So it indeed terrorized the cities undefeated, no one ever to oppose it, no other dragon, nor other animal large enough for it. its size revealed to Daemon that it had lived for at least 50 years, but living alone in the wild had let it grow to a massive size. 

Unbeknown to him, you were also watching the creature, a dune over. Landing with Syrax close to Craxes and not be spotted was a feat you didn’t even know how you accomplished

So Daemon’s plan to take the creature by surprise went to dragonshit, when Caraxes indeed spotted Syrax, its sharp growl, like that of a dolphin, called the attention of the massive dragon. 

She raised her head, with her height she easily spotted the red wyrm, and recognizing him as a dragon, and an enemy, she growled in response. Both the golden and red dragon, facing the enormous creature. 

The three dragons roared as one, and the unnamed dragon prepared to spit fire, gathering it in its mouth. 

Daemon jumped from his hiding place, sliding down the sand dune towards the dragon, his hand in the air. The beast that was going to be known as Vhaelar looked down at him, stopping the fire to leave her snout.

“You are not like Vhagar are you?” the dragon growled, showing him his sharp teeth in warning, growling. “You are savage, chaotic, and still young”

The dragon didn’t like it, again preparing to burn the girl’s uncle to a crisp. 

That’s when you decided you could let the dragon burn your uncle, not in your account. So you screamed, as your uncle you jumped from behind the remains of an old tree, and slid down the sand where she was. It’s menacing head turned towards you, showing you her teeth with a warning, seeing you and forgetting completely about Daemon. who, when he saw you and Rhaenyra still hiding behind the tree, didn’t say anything that made the situation worse. If anything, when he saw you, he smiled. 

His brother was not going to tame the third largest dragon known… but you were going to. 

You always wanted a dragon, you had tried and tried to make the egg they placed on your crib hatch, but it never happened, no matter how many fires you had put it under, or how many times Rhaenyra had made syrax breathe fire over it. It just didn't hatch, the egg that was black and blue layed on a beautiful golden stand in your chambers. As you tried and tried to bond with another dragon, you never could…. And now you understand why.

She belonged to you, you knew it, and she seemed to think so as well, since she looked down at you with her golden eyes and didn’t burn you as soon as she saw you. It was a sign…

But she roared at you loudly. The very sound shaking you to your core the breath from her mouth made you think you were truly going to die. You put your hand in front of you to protect you from it, but you knew you had to stand your ground, if not, you were going to lose

“Kelitis” you screamed, and the dragon, to your surprise, helted his movements, looking at you, its mouth opened, showing you her teeth in revelion. you heard Syrax and craxes growling, which distracted the dragon in front of you, making her growl loudly.

Seeing this, Daemon ran towards Caraxes to calm him down, if he screwed this up, you would be burned to death, you! his lovely and sweet niece would be lost to him. He commanded his dragon to calm, and the red wyrm lowered his head so he could touch it and calm him. He growled quietly, but calmed when the white dragon turned his attention to you and removed it from him. 

Rhaenyra, following his uncle, did the same to Syrax, making her lower her head so she could caress it, calming her bonded mount.

When you had the attention of the dragon again, you tried the next command. 

 “Lykiri”, you said then, and the dragon shook its head, not wanting to obey you, but then she lowered her head until it rested in the sand. Right in front of you. It did growl in protest, but she didn’t move 

He, or she, she, she was totally a she, you knew it, looked at you with her golden eyes, that, after blinking for a couple of seconds, opened again and looked at you in a less terrifying way. they seemed bigger, her pupil, when she looked at you again, enlarged, showing her fondness of you.. for now. 

You walked slowly towards her, until a few feet separated you from the dragon. You stretched your arm in front of you, your palm open towards her, but didn’t touch her, instead you gave her another command

“Mazis” you tried, and she leaned in and she touched you, the scales of the front of his nose feeling so soft under your touch. So, making eye contact with her… you muttered the words, if she reacted poorly, she could burn you to a crisp, but if it didn’t…

“Dohaeras, Vhaelar”, you named her, you gave her the name you always dreamed to give your own dragon, it was time. She accommodated her wings on the ground and she lifted her head, showing you her chest as she looked into the skies. She roared, so loud it made the sand beneath you shake, the hills seemed to fly with the sound of her submission. And then, she released a fire column into the air, that you were certain could be seen for hundeath of miles in each direction. 

Vhaelar looked down at you, lowering her head until she could be at your reach again.

She didn't have a mount, so you really didn’t know how you were planning to ride her, but she turned her head until she could see her own back. To complete the bond, you knew you had to fly on her back… so you did.

She lowered her right wing so you could climb more easily, and you did, her numerous scales, thick in her back, let you have a good grip on her. And she seemed to be made for you, as there was a palace on her back for its rider, no horns, no skewers, and there is where you sat. You grabbed onto her, and at the very same time you commanded her to fly, she opened her wings and raised her body from the ground. 

“SOVES! AAAHHHHH!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, but you giggled when you felt vertigo inside your belly, the dragon flying. 

This was different from flying with Nyra on Syrax as a copilot… this… was like you were flying yourself… 

Vhaelar growled and spitted fire before you, and you watched as you left both dragons Syrax and Caraxes behind, getting smaller and smaller on the ground below you. 

“Wooohooo!” you celebrated, as you felt the bond clicking in place, feeling like being as one with Vhaelar, feeling her movements as your own. 

It was a magical feeling, especially when Caraxes flew above you and Syrax reached your side, Rhaenrya at your side looking at you with a huge smile on her face. 

Yes, the punishment your father inflicted on the three of you was completely worth it. you were confined at the Red Keep for a fortnight under the heavy instruction of the Septas before you could see your dragon again, but it had been completely worth it, now seeing the former “white demon” fly over the cliffs near Kingslanding. 

Notes: Yes Vhaelar is the one mentioned in "White Shadow" 😂😂 Poor thing terrorized Slaver's Bay for a solid 6 extra years

Some Valyrian dragon lingo according to the internet...

Kelitis: stop

Lykiri: calm

Mazis: come

Dohaeras: Serve

Soves: fly

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[kaeyx]

is it okay if i become 🎀 anon if its not taken ? :] im the anon who suggested demon beastzai btw ive come back again 😋

but d!beastzai absolutely adores it when you pamper and spoil him with affection !!! but you can’t forget he is a demon and he is already greedy, so he’s gonna cling onto you even more now (not that you not being affectionate would change that, i think that would only increase it more) he WILL nuzzle his head and press his body weight against you, you have a new weighted blanket and it’s him no returns or refunds !! have fun trying to get up while cuddling, he refuses to let you go and if you simply MUST then he’s dragging his feet behind you. you have to understand though you just smell so good to him and you always make him feel warm, even if he is cold to the touch. it’s just too easy for him to get drunk off of you, he may be a devil but he worships every inch of your body like divine wine !! but that doesn’t mean he’s afraid to mark you up though with bites so don’t get too comfortable <3

also. i imagine d!beastzai to have a long forked tongue and dear god does he know how to use it. sex with him will always end up leaving you dizzy and dazed if not on the verge of knocking out from how tired you are. he takes his time studying your body and every reaction you make, i do believe he’s more of a giver than a receiver but he won’t complain at all if you try to make him feel good too, but seeing you squirm around and so vulnerable because of him already makes him dizzy… and the filthy dirty talk is always so good. he knows how to put that mouth to good use

and of course i know you love chuuya a lot so might i suggest d!beastchuu ? imagine the two tag teaming you, good fucking luck you are not leaving the room even if it is the next morning

D!Beastzai is so clingy you'd think he was a cat with separation anxiety. He digs his claws in and refuses to get off you, doesn't matter if you want to or not, doesn't matter if you have to be somewhere now. He wants attention and he's going to get it immediately!! He's obsessed with how you look and how much smaller you are, how he towers over you (even if he does that with everyone else, it feels special when it's you). He loves how you smell and how your little body feels in his hands, so soft and squishy, full of brittle bones he could snap like toothpicks. You have no fangs, no horns, no talons or scales, how have you managed to survive this long? Dazai needs to protect you, to stick by you at all times. You're just so cute and grabbable, how can you know someone won't snatch you up from under his nose?

I absolutely agree with you, d!Beastzai has a long, forked tongue like a snake and he uses it liberally. Often he just licks your cheek and neck because he likes to taste your sweat, he's a bit weird like that. He likes the smell of your shampoo but there's something inimitable about your natural smell that he can't get enough of. He loves licking the inside of your mouth when he kisses you, one of his hands fastened delicately around your neck to make sure you don't go anywhere. And he loves licking you randomly during sex, especially when it makes you jump. He eats you out like a man (demon?) starved, wriggling his long tongue far enough into your cunt that he can prod your cervix. He also likes teasing your folds and wrapping it around your clit, brushing his fangs against your skin to feel you buck your hips into his face.

I've already mentioned I'd like to model his demonic features after a goat using more traditional satanic imagery, and I think this can handily extend to his dick! It's obviously proportional to him so far too large for any human to take, not that it stops Dazai from trying to fit fully inside you anyway. His cock sits inside a sheath most of the time and it's very long, with a tapered end that he loves to nestle against the opening of your cervix because it makes you yelp in pain. Yeah, he's mean. Dazai gets way too excited when he fucks you and "forgets" you don't have a demon's stamina, so you always end up railed into a boneless heap and slumped against him, eyes rolled back. And he loves it, he can't get enough of your pretty, fucked out face knowing he's the one responsible.

[dragongirlcloaca]

Give it up for more self-indulgent smut!!

[Extreme size difference, cum inflation, minor sheath play]

Ci rapped as loud as it could on the bottom of the apartment door, hoping its minuscule fist would be enough to alert Raya to her presence. It was just about to pull out its phone and text her when the door swung open, revealing a tall wolfgirl with a silky chocolate coat, absolutely towering over the 1’4” dragon standing outside

“Hi! Come on in!”, Raya said, smiling.

She led Ci into the apartment, careful not to step on it and giving it plenty of time to catch up to her gargantuan strides. The two entered the kitchen, and Ci fluttered up to the counter to make communication easier.

“Oh! I didn’t know dragons could fly”, said Raya, quizzical.

“Some can, but it depends”, replied Ci. “I do sometimes, but I get tired fast, and with my size I don’t really cover a lot of distance.”

“That’s still pretty neat!” the wolf said. “Tea?”

Ci nodded, and Raya went to put on the kettle.

“Sorry if it seems like I’m...well...ogling you, it’s just that I’ve never seen a dragon as small as you”, she said over her shoulder.

“It’s all good!”, Ci assured. “I’m pretty rare as they come. It certainly has its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“I think it’s cute as well”, Raya said, grinning, and Ci blushed, its mint scales showing a faint hint of pink.

The kettle soon finished boiling, and the two sat down for tea, Ci sitting on an overturned mug and drinking out of a shot glass. The two sit and drink, making polite conversation, before the conversation eventually turns to the matter at hand.

“So, what sort of stuff did you have in mind?” Asked Raya smirking, as Ci grew redder.

“Well...um...I was kind of hoping that...you would...-”

“That I would what, Ci? Good dragons use their words”, Raya interjected, dealing a fatal blow to the dragon’s final shred of dignity and causing it to take on the appearance of a flustered tomato.

“T-that you would treat me like a toy and use me however you want!” Ci blurted out, its snout buried in its paws. “Please?”

Raya grinned, fangs barely visible. “I can certainly do that, darling. Why don’t we start with some ground rules?” She leaned over the table, dwarfing the miniature dragon and drinking in the combined expression of lust and fear on its face. “First, unlike good dragons, good toys don’t talk. I would love to gag your pretty little snout, but alas, I doubt I have a gag small enough, so I’ll trust you on that. Secondly, a good toy also doesn’t move. Starting now, you’re just a cute little dragon fucktoy, completely helpless and powerless. And lastly, I want you to be absolutely aware that if it’s ever too much, just say so and I’ll stop right away, no questions asked. Ça va?”

Ci nodded.

“Good,” said Raya. I’m sure I’ll have lots of fun with you, toy.”

Raya rose from her chair, reached over, and lifted up the Ci, slinging it over their shoulder, and strolled down the hallway to her bedroom. Once there, she set Ci down in the middle of the bed, and walked over to her dresser, and added a few drops of oil to a diffuser, sending a pleasant floral fragrance wafting through the room. She dimmed the lights, and lit several candles scattered around the room before tantalizingly shedding her casual t-shirt and jeans to reveal stunning, blood red lingerie that left little of her lithe form to the imagination. Finally, she returned to the bed, seating herself down next to Ci’s limp form.

“I like the look of this toy,” Raya said, lifting the dragon her in paws as if to inspect it. “A real keeper, if you ask me.” She frowned. “I don’t think I’ll be needing the accessories, though.”

She began stripping Ci, setting its clothes and glasses neatly aside. She set it down on her leg, deftly dragging its panties down with a single claw and discarding them.

“What do we have here?” She inquired, lifting Ci and spreading its legs to study its cloaca. “Well, a hole is a hole.”

Raya dragged a claw upwards, running it over the dragon’s soft scales and up to its snout, where she gently pried open its mouth, pushing a finger in to measure. She deemed it satisfactory, and set Ci back on bed. Raya began shedding herself of her lacy panties, exposing her fat, furred balls and sheath. She toyed with it a bit, fucking her sheath with a finger, before picking Ci back up and pushing its snout into her sheath. Raya laid back against the headboard, propping herself up as she used the dragon to fuck her sheath. Pushing it in to her sheath with one paw, she absentmindedly toyed with its breasts with the other, pinching and twisting the tiny nipples. As she slowly grew erect, she could feel the head of her cock pressing into Ci’s snout. Raya pushed down harder, and her cock forced the dragon’s mouth open. “On second thought, gags are overrated”, she thought. She bottomed out soon after as her wolfcock became too wide for the miniature dragon, but kept Ci there, coating her cock in the spit leaking from its maw.

At its full length, Raya’s impressive cock was almost as long as Ci’s entire torso. Lubing herself up with a mixture of precum, spit, and the juices beginning to drip from Ci’s needy cloaca, she wrapped the dragon around her cock, pinning its wings to its sides, and began to stroke, rubbing along its entire body along her member and stimulating herself with the scales covering its belly. She sped up her stroking slowly, albeit mindful that she was using a live dragon as a fucktoy and holding off from full throttle. Raya soon neared climax, and with a lilting howl she ejaculated, covering Ci in thick cum.

After a moment’s rest, she wiped her dick off onto the dragon’s cleanest wing, and lifted it up and licked all the way from its hips to snout, cleaning her cum off of Ci and swallowing it. Raya paused, and then, smiling, wiped off most of the remaining cum with a finger and pushed it into the dragon’s mouth and forced it to swallow. “I’m really liking this new toy. Now let’s get into the real fun.” She laid the helpless Ci out on the bed, spread-eagle, and slowly, methodically traced a sharp claw down its soft stomach, taking all the time in the world before arriving at its cloaca, a beautiful pink flower in contrast to the mint scales covering the rest of its body. Raya leaned down and gave it a taste, experimentally pushing her thick tongue into the dragon’s tight slit. She lapped at the sweet slick flowing from within, and then brushed a pinkie with its claw deliberately trimmed up against Ci’s cloaca, tenderly feeling the delicate slit.

Ever so slowly, Raya begins to push her finger into the tiny dragon, feeling its insides gradually deform as she fucks it like a finger puppet. She licks her lips, and presses her other paw to Ci’s abdomen, feeling her finger inside its guts. She slowly pulls it out a little before driving it back in, using her other paw to hold Ci down to the bed. Raya takes pleasure in fingerfucking the dragon, salivating over how adorable its diminutive form looks pinned to the bed and treated like a lifeless toy. She slows her thrusts, removing her other paw to tend to her rapidly re-hardening cock. She begins to pump her paw down her dick as she fucks Ci, only pausing to smear some of its juices on her shaft to lube it up.

Raya continued to masturbate with animalistic fury until she could feel Ci beginning to quiver round her finger as it neared climax, at which point she pulled her finger all the way out, and stroked her cock until she was moments from letting loose another flood of cum. Fully consumed by lust, she picked the dragon up with both hands, set it on the tip of her cock, and pushed the massive organ as far into its cloaca as it would go- not very far, but enough to spread Ci wide open and give both it and Raya the last bit of stimulation they needed to climax. Raya shot a massive load of hot seed into the dragon, bulging out its abdomen as she bucked her hips in ecstasy. Eventually, her orgasm faded, and she set Ci down on her chest, cum leaking onto her fur.

“How was that?” Raya asked Ci, gently stroking the dragon’s bloated stomach. “You’re free to talk again now, darling.

“That w-was amazing,” it said, stretching out before collapsing onto Raya’s breast. “I think I could go for a nap now, though.

[spottyissleepy]

FUCKIN. @goobiestar HAS ME ON SOME SHIT, OKAY-

I’m calling this the Tigerfeather au. Read more and you’ll soon find out why

Tigerpaw is distraught when his father abandons ThunderClan. He was barley old enough to open his eyes when it happened, but the weight of the event pressed upon his shoulders shadows him well into his apprenticeship. He feels angry and bitter and betrayed by a tom he never knew, but desperately (traitorously, he thinks) wishes he did.

Thistleclaw encourages his negativity, encourages all his violent outbursts and only allows him that one way to vent his frustrations. But then he hurts Whitepaw in a training session, and Sunstar issues him a punishment, despite Whitepaw’s protests:

Tigerpaw will care for Goosefeather until Sunstar sees fit.

Tigerpaw hates this because a) Ever since he was born, Goosefeather had cried that Tigerpaw would lead ThunderClan into a future soaked with blood, and that Goosefeather himself would fall at his paws, and b) Goosefeather was just. Weird. He’s a weird old man, and Tigerpaw is essentially a preteen, but he begrudgingly accepts.

The first half-moon is rough. The two don’t get along. Goosefeather sometimes acts as though Tigerpaw is no more bothersome than a flea he picked off his pelt, and other times he’s absolutely terrified of the young tom. But regardless of how he views Tiger, one thing always stays the same: he insists on sharing stories of Pinestar with him.

(Note: Goose does legitimately have a vision that claims Tiger will kill him)

At first, Tigerpaw absolutely hates that Goosefeather tells him stories of his traitor father. But then,, he starts to really listen. Because that cat was part of him, even if Tiger hated him for it, and Goose knew him better than anyone. So he listens, and after a while, tentatively starts asking questions

“What was he really like?” “Was he really like all the stories I’ve heard from my mother?” “How was he as a warrior?” “Was he strong?” “Was he brave?” “… Do I look like him?”

Even after Tigerpaw’s punishment is lifted, he still does his best to visit and care for Goosefeather every day. The two grow close. Goosefeather is there for his mother’s funeral, for the day it’s revealed that he cannot sheath his claws, and he is there when Tigerpaw becomes Tigerclaw, and watches him glow with pride.

One day, Goosefeather convinces Tigerclaw to go out for a walk. “My old bones can’t stand being cooped up in camp all the time,” he complains, loudly. Tigerclaw takes him out on a walk, as they’ve done countless times before: Tigerclaw will regale him with tales of a warrior’s life, of all the patrols he’s attended and battles he’s won for his Clan, and Goosefeather will tell him gentle stories of his father, stories of which he seems to never run out.

They near Snakerocks. It’s new leaf. A snake, gray-scaled and blending into the flat stones, is sunning. Tigerclaw runs up the rocks, the young, unobservant warrior that he is, to demonstrate a battle move. Goosefeather sees the disturbed creature rear up to strike, and he moves faster than he has in moons to barrel Tigerclaw out of the way

The snake’s fangs sink into Goosefeather’s hind leg.

Tigerclaw sobs over his shaking body as the poison courses through, full of grief and regret and sorrow and guilt. He apologies over and over before Goosefeather shakily reaches up and asks him oh so gently, in the same tone he would tell the young Tigerpaw stories of his father, to put him out of his misery; the poison was traveling too fast, and Goosefeather had suffered enough in his life.

Still sobbing, still apologizing, Tigerclaw does as he asks.

Upon dragging him back to camp, Tigerclaw tells his Clanmates of what had happened, his eyes still wet with hot, grieving tears. The second thing he does is demand his name be changed: he is now Tigerfeather, after the only cat who truly cared for him.

On the path to StarClan, Goosefeather’s spirit cries quietly.

A short time later, Brindleface and Tigerfeather press close together in complete, heavy silence as they stand vigil over Goosefeather’s grave. Together. They’ve never spoken much before now, and their relationships with Goose were,, strained at best. But in this moment? They both know how the other feels:

They’ve lost a father figure that night. And it hurts more than any flesh wound ever will.

That’s where Goobie and I pretty much left off, but we did dabble a little in other ideas :0

Namely:

Bluestar seeing Tigerfeather essentially as a cousin, and his betrayal hitting that much harder for her

Brindleface still falling to Tigerfeather’s claws

Goosefeather steps forwards when Tigerfeather rises as leader of ShadowClan, giving him a life for forgiveness.

But when Firestar and Tigerstar face off, Tigerstar pleads for forgiveness from the blazing ginger tom who was haunted by Goosefeather’s ghost, but Tigerstar had already lost that life. And both Goosefeather and Firestar turn away as Tigerstar’s remaining lives are stripped from him

[sansxfuckyou]

When does the line blur and are we crossing it?

Summary: Every gods price for a blessing is high, it can go from eternal loyalty to mortality itself- but for a god like Philza, that of death itself, the swarm and the plague, it's a lot lower than Schlatt expected considering what he asked of the god.

And somehow Phil finds himself getting sick of it long before Schlatt does.

Warnings: heavy gore, Dream dies brutally, family drama, suggestive themes, Tubbo is kidnapped twice, gruesome murder, Ao3 port has full tags

Authors Note: your honor, concerned dudes co-parenting a traumatized goat boy, I'll go hide in my hole again. @sobredunia hey, hey remember this thing? it's been finished for me and the two other people that enjoy the notions. also, big, massive, gore warning, my inner phan was squealing with delight as I wrote it, but, on the Tumblr port I have marked them off with these --- at the start and end, so it can be avoided. anyways! if ya'll enjoyed maybe consider dropping a reblog or checking out the Ao3 port to leave a comment or kudos.

"Philza," He began a little bit breathlessly as he stared at the shadowed form in front of him.

A swarm of crows crowded out the body, allowing a mirage of height and size, he took a step forward. And then he took another, this time his movement looked more fluid, more practiced. The amount of birds flocking to his form died down with each step until he was standing in front of the man. He flared out jet black black wings and the swarm flew off in a melody of squawking and screeching.

"Schlatt," Philza responds, his voice is calm, too calm.

Schlatt can't bring himself to respond, only cower a bit more. Truth be told he had no clue what he was thinking when he found himself summoning Philza. Scouring every item and book for incantations that could summon the disgraceful god who chose a life on this planet. The same god that took the challenge of raising three children, one of which ascended, one of which died and returned, one of which is just a kid. The same god that could eliminate anyone or anything that stands in his way if he so desires, but he chooses pacifism, he chooses walking away.

"It's just Phil, drop the 'za' it's unprofessional," The god said seamlessly, each word perfectly distinct but with his voice linking them like kintsugi in the cracked language that they speak.

Schlatt nods, he still can't open his mouth and will anything out.

Phil quirks a brow, "Have I rendered you speechless? I should've left behind the flock, I've been trying to come across as 'just some guy' as of the last century," The slightest tinge of humor is on his voice.

"I," Schlatt barely manages, "I need help."

"You're supposed to be dead, is that not help enough? Even those above me pity your mortality and let you have one more tale, beg for their help not mine," Phil explained as he closed his wings to his back again, taking one step closer to the ram in front of him. He placed a hand under Schlatts chin and tilted until their eyes met, bright blue on chestnut brown, "They control so much more than I can Schlatt, if they desire that your fate is terrible then I can't change that."

Schlatt shakes his head, "It's about my son."

"What happened to Tubbo?" Phils answer comes like ice, sharp as razors and with the smallest undertone of a snarl, "Who hurt him?"

"Dream, he took Tubbo the second I wasn't looking," Schlatt explained almost frantically, "I don't know where he took my son, or if I'll get him back- please, just give me a location that's all I ask."

For a second Phil can feel the count of feathers on his wings double as they creep to his back. The talons he keeps sheathed under gloves grow larger, sharper, and small scales shoot across his hand as pinfeathers sprout. It's reeled back in, he can't save anyone if he's losing control of himself, if he lets the swarm take over. He takes a deep breath, "I'll find him and bring him back for you."

Schlatt nearly drops right then and there, he isn't sure what else to do except for stay silent. He has a million words of thanks he'd like to save but he isn't sure if he can articulate them very well. Instead all he does is ask another question, "What do I owe you?"

"Nothing," Phil answers with sharply, he shakes the unneeded feathers from his wings, "You're lucky I don't want your kid getting hurt otherwise the price would take multiple lifetimes."

"I can't just not give you anything," Schlatt said, he stumbles over his words momentarily, "Is there anything I could do to repay you?"

Phil shrugged, "We'll work out the price when your kid is under a trustable roof."

Schlatt nodded, "Thank you."

"Don't thank me until that green cunt is on his knees begging for mercy," Phil answered with, somewhere underneath sharp words was caring, what that caring was buried under consisted of acid and claws.

-/-/-/-

"What do you want?!" Tubbo snapped at his captor, he writhed in his meager constraints- wrists tied shut and an ankle to either leg chair.

Dream hummed, "Information."

"What sort of information could I give you?" Tubbo asked, voice a little bit quieter.

"The usual," Dream stated nonchalantly as he stepped closer to Tubbo, knife dangling between his fingers.

Tubbo eyed the blade cautiously. He swallowed thickly, "Like what?"

In a second the knife was zipping past his horn. His breathing hastened for only a second as the motion sped past him. He glared at Dream who only laughed, "Priceless." He hummed as he spoke, stepping a little bit closer.

"Fucker," Tubbo murmured under his breath, in that same instant fingers lodged between his jaws and sharp claws dug into the base of his tongue.

"Watch your mouth," Dream growled out, leaning dangerously close to Tubbos ear. The ram gave a hasty nod and when Dream pulled back he spat, a disgusting taste leftover in his mouth.

Tubbo took a breath, "What do you want to know about?"

"Tell me about the nuke," Dream stated calmly, Tubbo seized.

He kept his mouth zipped shut, stared at Dream, and listened. He listened for footsteps, for the hum of machinery. Any sign it wasn't just the two of them, a sign that there was a way out of this mess. He barely caught the faintest sound, akin to a mouse in a vent.

"Well?" Dream asked impatiently.

"Where do you want to begin?" Tubbo answered with calmly, trying to keep his words even. He heard it again, the mice, a little bit louder this time around.

"What you used," Dream said, "How much you used, basic stuff."

Tubbo nodded, "Cool, gimme a minute to try and remember it all though."

"Don't worry," Dream said, "I can wait all day."

---

Then it happened.

A burst of pitch black shot from the pipes, knocking off ventilation grates as it dropped down. A hundred crimson dots mixed with undulating black feathers caused a rather horrifying look. It spilled into the center of the room, deftly avoiding Tubbo, but splashing into the wall. Dream stumbled back as he reached for a weapon, but whatever he tried to throw at it was absorbed into the swarm. It just kept coming closer, bouncing back and forth, a wall of sheer terror in living form- screaming and squawking at improbable decibels.

It corned Dream, he tried to slice through it but it easily mended it's form of a hundred eyes and a thousand feathers in milliseconds. He tried to throw potions at it but when the glass shattered and it absorbed the effect absolutely nothing happened. Even as it came to form something close to humanoid it wasn't close enough for Dreams adrenaline to slow. He reached desperately for anything else to prolong his survival in the wake of whatever horrors had finally come for him.

But with nothing else left to make use of, he threw himself into it. He writhed and screamed but whatever sounds he made were lost in the cacophony of corvidian sounds. Drowning in an ocean of black he could barely register the cluster of talons imitating claws encroaching along his torso at either side. He could only cry out and try to break free on the other side of it all to get out and lock this thing in with Tubbo. He found splinters of wood and easily shattered chunks of diamond floating around him, the swarm having rended those so easily. He could only beg for mercy from the inside of the beast as his fate dawned on him.

And then there was a sickening crunch, and then a loud crack, followed by the gruesome sounds of carnage. All of it was swallowed into a void of screeching and squawking from the swarm and somewhere in the midst of this chaos Phil was thankful for that. Somehow as the swarm subsided Phil could gather his surroundings, and how heavy the blood on his clothing was. He looked down to find a mutilated corpse and glass shards in front of him, clear bites made up the gashes. He turned around to face Tubbo who only displayed a mix of mortification and gratefulness.

---

"Hi," Phil got out quietly, his voice scratched a bit, "Schlatt sent me to come find you, didn't mean to kill him like that though."

Tubbo nodded slowly, "Cool," He barely spoke loud enough for Phil to hear.

Phil slowly took a step closer to Tubbo, keeping his pace practiced until he was sure he wouldn't be lashed out at. He crouched down and undid the ankle restraints first, when he finished those he stood up, letting Tubbo relax his legs. He untied his wrists next, the thick twine coming undone in a matter of moments, Tubbos arms fell to his side.

"Thanks," He got out quietly as he stood up, his balance failed him. He took two shaking steps before he collapsed back, Phil caught him.

"Alright, let's get you home," Phil said gently as he picked up Tubbo.

-/-/-/-

"I got your kid back," Phil said as he let down Tubbo gently.

"Thank you," Schlatt barely managed as Tubbo slung an arm around his shoulders for balance. His attention was swiftly placed on the ram, "How badly did he hurt you?"

Tubbo tried to shrug, "I think my neck is bruised from where he hit me," He brought a hand to press to the base of his neck, it stung a bit.

"We're putting ice on that," Schlatt said, brushing a hand over the bruise, it was already turning purple, "Can you walk on your own?"

Tubbo nodded, "Yeah," He pulled himself off of Schlatt, "I'm gonna go inside.

"I'll be over in a minute," Schlatt said, as Tubbo turned to leave, waving off the comment.

A brief silence washed between Schlatt and Phil.

"So," Schlatt began, "The price, do I owe you my soul?"

"Naw," Phil answered with bluntly, shocking Schlatt just a bit.

"But you're like, the god of death," Schlatt said, forcing his voice from turning to an exclamation- Phil shrugged.

"Don't really care for souls these days, my request is simple," Phil spoke calmly, "If you have room to spare, I'd like to live with you and Tubbo."

"What?" Was all Schlatt could muster in response, his voice thick with shock and confusion.

Phil gave a nervous hum, "I miss living with people, the house is really, really quiet now that it's just me again," There was a hint of a sigh on his voice as he spoke, "I know it's a lot to ask of you, but, I really don't like waking up to silence and going through the day in silence, and falling asleep in silence."

Schlatt scans Phils form for a hint of a lie, "Really?"

Phil nodded, "I could help like, co-parent Tubbo and whatnot, I just don't want to live alone anymore."

"Find by me," Schlatt said, "That's a lot less high stakes than I expected, but yeah I can work with that."

Phil gives a small smile, "Thanks, I'll have to make some arrangements with the swarm first though."

Schlatt shrugged, "If the swarm wants to stick around too then so be it, I think you'd lose a lot of your intimidation points without it."

"I wouldn't bet on it," Phil answered with, that spine chilling ice on his tone again. He slit his pupils just for show, forked tongue snaking between lips and feather count doubling as his wings bolstered in size again. He took off a glove and gestured vaguely to the talons and scales creeping up his arm, "I just like to be 'some guy,' biting Dream in half isn't exactly helpful though."

Schlatt nearly chokes on his spit, "You bit him in half? With a mouth that small? And fangs like that?" Somehow an element of teasing makes it onto his voice.

Phil rolled his eyes, "The swarm, it's rather helpful in making sure I can still be a force to be trifled with," He slipped on his glove again.

"Makes sense," Schlatt hummed in agreement, "I'll go tell Tubbo."

"I'll be back once my arrangements with the swarm are done," Phil said, giving a wave as he turned to leave.

Phil gave a groan of annoyance as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up. Being a light sleeper wasn't ideal, Schlatt was lucky, he was a heavy sleeper. He could sleep through the end of the world whether he wanted to or not and Phil envied that. Not Phil, he finds himself waking up at the sound of a mouse squeaking more often then not; and suddenly living in a house with a sixteen year old again is not doing him any good.

Phil stretched out his wings and glanced around his room, a large amount of bird cages, cat towers, and clothing hooks fill it. A black blob sits upon each one, a member of the swarm, he did a vague count, none of them where gone. He pushes open the door and the lamp light filtering in wakes a couple crows, they don't dare squawk with the glares Phil sends their way. He slowly makes his way to the kitchen to find Tubbo rifling through a fridge, in search of something.

"Tubbo," Phil began, glancing to the clock, "It is six in the AM, go to fucking sleep."

"Making breakfast for Schlatt," Tubbo answered with, pulling out a few eggs, "He like scrambled right?"

"He prefers over easy- I'm getting off topic," Phil said, correcting himself from going off about how Schlatt liked his eggs. He'd been living with them for a few months and to put simply he easily conjoined with the family, "Schlatt doesn't wake up until nine most days."

Tubbo shrugged, "It's Saturday, you know how he is about Saturday hunting, bright and early," The ram quirks a brow. He cracks a couple eggs, "He gets pissy if he doesn't go- especially, if you don't come with us."

Phil paused, "Oh, yeah, I guess it is Saturday, alright, fine," He gave a groan of annoyance, "Make some for me too."

"Obviously," Tubbo said, he paused, a smirk coming to his face, "Dad."

Red instantly rises to Phils face at the accusation, "I'm not your dad, I'm just co-parenting with Schlatt for convenience."

Tubbo gave a hum, "Sure," Phil gives a sigh of relief, then Tubbo speaks again, "Care to explain the dinner dates you've been going on with Schlatt then?"

"I- those, it was a new restaurant," Phil said, clinging desperately to excuses. He didn't plan on waking up only to be accused of getting it on with his faux sons father, but here he is, "I wanted to try out the food, so did Schlatt, a conjoined bill is easier to pay."

Tubbo rolled his eyes, "If you say so."

"I will ground you," Phil threatened, a bit of ice on his tone, Tubbo was used to it at this rate. The slight increase in feather count was not nearly as intimidating as it was before he joined the family to an extent.

"On hunting day? Like hell," Tubbo quipped back with, Phil faltered.

"Well played," Phil spat back bitterly as he took a seat, glancing to the window, barely able to see the beginning of the orange ombre in the sky, "Do you think Schlatts gonna wake up anytime soon?"

Tubbo shrugged, "I'd say by the time these eggs are done he'll be down here with a bow and arrow, ready to make the first breathing thing he sees submit," He keeps an eye on Phil for a reaction to his words, and somehow there's barely any reaction. He turns back to face Phil, "I doubt hunting in boxers is gonna end well, go get dressed."

"Watch your mouth," Phil snarled as he turned to leave, he reentered the room in a black cloak and whatever pair of pants he found first. They were probably Schlatts, too loose but not quite long enough, they fit

"Still no shirt?" Tubbo said, flipping an egg, focusing his attention on the pan instead of Phil, "Whore."

"That's what your daddy says too," Phil muttered under his breath almost venomously, making sure his voice was quiet enough that Tubbo wouldn't hear.

The sound of cloven hooves tapping against hardwood alerted the two of Schlatts arrival, mostly Phil. It was a quiet sound, he didn't wear more than a turtleneck of a chestnut hue and a pair of jeans. Considering he presumably just rolled out of bed it shocked Phil, how do you just wake up and wear denim? He couldn't, it was a welcome change to live with someone who could get their shit together first thing in the morning even before breakfast. Schlatt was still half asleep though, he rested his head on Phils shoulder, arms wrapped around his midsection- Phil could only shoot desperately silencing glares at Tubbo whose smirk grew wider.

"Mornin' Phil, Tubbo," Schlatt greeted, the sleepiness on his voice was palpable.

Phil shuffled his wings a bit so Schlatt wasn't pressed so awkwardly against them, "Did you fall asleep in jeans."

"Maybe," Schlatt answered with, he pressed a curved horn into the side of Phils head. He glanced over to Tubbo, "What's for breakfast?"

"Eggs," Tubbo answered with, sliding a couple onto a plate, "Are we going hunting today?"

Schlatt shrugged, still refusing to move an inch from where he latched onto Phil. He nuzzled a little deeper into the thick fabric of black and jade hues, Phil tensed just a bit. Schlatt gave a hum, "You good Phil?"

Phil nodded a little bit too fast, "Yeah, just slept funny on my wings," He ruffled his feathers a bit to punctuate his sentence, Schlatt pulled away momentarily, allowing the immortal to fix his wings. Then he slumped against Phil again, red shot to his face, he tried to discretely bring a hand to his throat to signal a I'll kill you to Tubbo who was simply grinning. He gave a small inhale, "Did you get enough sleep last night."

"You tell me," Schlatt answered with quietly, barely speaking it loud enough for Phil to hear. He pulled back from Phil and dropped down onto a chair, Phil had to fix up his wings a bit more before taking a seat.

"So," Tubbo begins, sliding a plate to Schlatt and then Phil, he takes a seat promptly after across from the two, "Hunting?"

"I think we're gonna postpone," Schlatt said, "I'm kind of sore today."

"What?! But we postponed last weekend and the weekend before," Tubbo exclaimed, a bit of distress on his voice, Schlatt and Phil shared a glance.

"Next weekend?" Schlatt offered nervously, Tubbo gave a groan of annoyance, resting his head on the table heavily.

"I guess," He spoke into the spruce wood. He lifts his head and takes a dejected bite of egg, "I just, that was our thing until Phil came along."

"Hey now, Phil makes a great addition to this family," Schlatt said, nearly snarled.

"And? You're slacking off, I'm not gonna be seventeen forever, this is your last chance to get in those precious days Schlatt," Tubbo explained, bitterness is held heavy on his voice, "You have a choice- me, your son, or Phil, your fuck buddy whose good at parenting."

Schlatt is rendered speechless.

Phil takes a heavy breath, "Tubbo," He begins calmly, tone devoid of any emotional turbulence, "Go to your room now, I'll be joining you to talk promptly."

Tubbo wants to object but he chooses against it and takes his leave, he brings his plate of eggs with him.

Schlatt gives a heavy sigh, "Fuck, Phil I'm so sorry-"

"It's fine," Phil answered with, he rested a hand on Schlatts back, "Wilbur said shit like that all the time, I got it covered, trust me."

"I guess, probably should've done a better job keeping track of the days," Schlatt said, a somewhat apathetic laugh on his voice.

"Finish your breakfast and try to think of something to make it up to Tubbo, that's what you have to do here," Phil said as he stood up, he stretched his wings as he stretched his arms, jet black feathers fluttered down to the floor.

He stepped with a shaky confidence as he inched closer to Tubbos bedroom door, he heard the door slam shut from down the hall. He didn't bother knocking, Tubbo already knew he was gonna barge in and go on some parental rant. He propped open the door slowly to find Tubbo sitting on his bed holding his head in his hands, puffy green jacket zipped entirely up. Phil sat down beside him and spread out a wing, resting it on Tubbos back.

"So," Phil began, "Did you mean what you said?"

Tubbo shook his head.

"You're still fucking pissed right?" Phil asked, turning to face Tubbo a bit more.

Tubbo nodded, "Definitely."

Phil sighed, "I know it doesn't make a difference but I could go hunting with you."

"It wouldn't be the same, that was what me and Schlatt had, even before Quackity left," Tubbo said, he drew his knees to his chest, "That was our thing, and now you're here and I don't have that as often- it's fucking weird."

"Yeah," Was all Phil said, looking for filler. When he couldn't find any he shut his mouth.

"You're cool though man, thanks for like, not letting Schlatt die or whatever, it wasn't pretty before you set your price for saving me," Tubbo said quietly, a dry, forced laugh came with the sentiment, "I respect you for that if nothing else."

"I know," Phil said, he placed a hand on Tubbos shoulder, "And you're pretty cool too, gave me a reason to actually use the swarm again- thanks for not convincing Schlatt to kick me out."

Tubbo shrugged as he stood up, "And why would I do that?"

"I dunno," Phil said, he gave a hum, feigning deep thought, "Cause you hate the guts of your dads fuck buddy- your words not mine."

"Can't hate you that much," Tubbo said, he awkwardly yanked Phil into a hug which the god took like a cat to water, "You're pretty much my dad at this point."

Phil slowly reciprocated the tight squeeze, none of his kids had grip strength this intense. Felt like Tubbo was actively squeezing the air from his lungs, "You weren't just trying to piss me off earlier?"

"Don't see why I should waste my time on that considering that Schlatt won't get rid of you unless you leave first," Tubbo said, he let go of Phil.

"Now, all of my kids hated this part the most, but you gotta go tell Schlatt you take it back," Phil said, Tubbo gave a visceral groan of annoyance as he was led back down the hall.

"Do I have to?" Tubbo asked, Phil nodded.

"Yep, I doubt that either of us like it when Schlatt is impossibly bummed out," Phil said, "And this sorta shit really messes with him; if it feels like he's slacking off that's because I'm also picking up some of the work load."

Tubbo nodded, "That makes sense."

"Cool, now go make amends," Phil said, using the arch of a wing to shove Tubbo into the kitchen.

Schlatt took another dejected bite of an egg, Tubbo sat across from him, Phil stayed in the doorway blocking it entirely. Tubbo picked at the frayed edges of his jacket hemming, he needed to fix them sooner than later.

"Sorry for what I said, I didn't mean it," Tubbo said, he pitched his voice awry, unsure if he was doing it right. He glanced to Phil and got a nod to keep going, "I miss when it was our thing."

"Still slacking off though," Schlatt said calmly, he gave a heavy sigh as he spoke.

Tubbo paused, "Not really, Phils just doing his job, being your pseudo-husband 'n shit," Phil shot a warning glare at Tubbo.

"We aren't even dating Tubbo," Schlatt said, a little bit quieter than before, "We're just friends."

"If you say so," Tubbo stated, rolling his eyes a bit, "Last time I checked friends don't do... Whatever that previous display was," Tubbo gestured vaguely with his hand as he spoke.

"Friends totally do that," Schlatt answered with, a practiced calm to his words, like he'd gone over it with Tubbo before.

"I have plenty of friends and none of them act that intimate dad," Tubbo shot back, the faintest hint of agitation rested on his voice.

Schlatt quirked a brow, "I never specified how intimate or close we are, close friends do that because close friends know they can get away with it- really close friends do not care, I could throw Phil off a bridge and he'd still live with us afterwards, it goes both ways."

Tubbo had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from going off on a tangent about how stupid that argument was.

"Schlatts right, he could throw me off a bridge but he cares too much to do so," Phil said from the doorway, walking over to lean above Schlatt, hands on the backrest of the chair.

Schlatt leaned back into him, "If you eat my leftovers too many times that may change Phil."

Phil looked down at Schlatt, "What? Really? I thought leftovers were free game."

"Not anymore," Schlatt said, bringing hands to rest at Phils neck, Tubbo had to refrain from gagging at the sheer domesticity of the interchange.

"You two can be domestic husbands somewhere that I'm not eating?" Tubbo said, snide clear on his voice, both Schlatt and Phil glared at him. Although Phils was much more menacing, slit pupils and sclera turning a vibrant yellow.

"Watch your mouth," Phil snarled, claws clipped many times already sharpening in an instant once more and digging into the wood of the chair, Schlatt pressed his thumbs into pressure points gently, turning off the monstrous reflex in Phil like one would with a cat.

"And you need to watch your reflexes, he's your kid too Phil," Schlatt said, holding down on Phils throat until his claws retracted and eyes reverted, breathing a bit of a heave as he forced the feather count down again, "You good?"

Phil nodded, "Sorry."

"It's fine," Tubbo stated, "But if we aren't going hunting then I gotta see if Tommy wants to hang out."

"Alright, don't tell him that you're brothers yet," Phil said, Tubbo quirked a brow.

"Brothers? But to be brothers you two would be husbands," Tubbo said cockily, Schlatt rolled his eyes.

"We co-parent right? And Tommy is Phils kid, so if Phil parents you and at some point in time fully parented Tommy, then ya'll would be brothers," Schlatt explained, once more Tubbo had to refrain from arguing back.

Instead he takes a deep breath, "Alright, I guess that makes sense," He crosses his arms over his chest as he speaks, "I might stay for a couple nights if he's hanging with Wilbur."

Phil shrugged, "Fine by me, more alone time."

"I don't know if it's alone time while I'm here Philza," Schlatt said, lilting his voice in such a way it made Phils wings twitch, a rosy hue rising to his face, "Or are you suggesting I leave?"

"I wouldn't dare Jschlatt," Phil answered with, bringing a hand to rest on one of Schlatts horn, Tubbo didn't even want to ask.

"Now I'm really heading out," Tubbo said, pivoting on a heel to leave as he spoke.

"Stay safe!" Phil called out as Tubbo left the room.

"I will!" Tubbo shouted back.

There was a comfortable silence between Phil and Schlatt as the front door opened and closed.

"Do you think he's gonna be safe Phil?"

"Definitely not."

Philza gave a somewhat heavy sigh as he sat down beside Schlatt, a cup of tea in hand, Tubbo was still hanging out with Tommy. Schlatt leaned into his side, nudging the curve of his horn against Phils cheek affectionately.

"Schlatt," Phil begins with calmly.

Schlatt gives a hum of acknowledgement, "Yes dear?"

Red flares across Phils face at the pet name, "We aren't even married."

"We could be," Schlatt counters with a lazy smirk as Phil wraps a wing around him.

"We could, but we aren't," Phil said, "Probably shouldn't anyways."

"Why's that?" Schlatt asked gently, running a hand along the downward arch of Phils wing.

"I'm immortal," Phil got out quietly, "And you're, not."

"What's your point?" Schlatt asked, watching Phils expression dip like a cat watching a gold fish.

"I'll outlive you," Phil said quietly, "I'll forget you, even if I am wearing a ring."

Schlatt paused, "I know that, but, that won't happen for a long time, and you'll take care of me even when I'm old and frail, won't you Phil?"

Phil nodded, "Yeah, of course I will, but that's gonna start pretty soon."

"Ouch, I'm still young, I have lots of time," Schlatt said, feigning hurt at the statement, "But I guess it doesn't feel like a lot to you."

Phil nodded again, "Not really, just feels instantaneous- like, if I blink you'll be gone, Tubbo will be gone, Tommy, and Wilbur, they'll all be gone too, and it'll just be me and Techno," He sounded a little bit choked up as he spoke, "And I can't just let everyone be immortal even if I wanted too, I doubt the admin would be pleased."

"They admin can suck a dick, you're the god of death," Schlatt stated bluntly, Phil nearly choked on the tea he was tentatively sipping, "You get to choose who avoids it if you're the one who causes it."

"I'm the one who overlooks the afterlife, where all the dead people go, I sit at the gates when my mortal body is asleep and let in all the new people," Phil explained, "It's really a fancy and misleading title. Death herself, she can't be stopped, and she makes a brutal ex-wife, we're friends- but she still doesn't like it when I try and cheat the system for the people I love, she even got the admin to side with her."

"You married death?" Schlatt asked in shock, Phil nodded.

"We divorced a couple millennia back, it was mutual," Phil said, waving off the comment, "Even back then she did most of the leg work, said I was too soft to kill baby rabbits- I am, but it still hurt to hear - and then she decided she needed my help again sometime after Wilbur was born."

Schlatt was still focused on the original talking point, "You married death, and death is a chick?"

"Kristin Rosales, she's a sight to see, you'll meet her when you die if I'm not at the gates," Phil said, "She doesn't let me into her dimension properly very often so I won't get to visit a whole lot, probably a once every hundred to a thousand years sort of thing."

Schlatt nodded, "Right, you'll live on, and I'll die, and Kristin won't let you visit."

Phil nodded, "Yeah, so, we probably shouldn't get married- because I'll outlive you in the mortal realm, and forget your name, and your face, and your voice, and your scent," His eyes were starting to water, "It'd be easier to let go without a ring."

"How am I supposed to remember you when I'm in the afterlife if I don't have a ring?" Schlatt asked hesitantly, watching the shock on Phils face with an almost predatory intent to it.

"You aren't, you're supposed to remember really influential people throughout your life," Phil explained, "You'll remember Tubbo, Quackity, and a couple others, not me-"

Schlatt pressed a finger to Phils lips, silencing the gatekeeper of death with ease. Phil gave the ram a questioning look, "Yes, you, I don't want to forget you, ever- and now that I know I won't have to forget you, I'm gonna ask you one question."

Phil lifted his wing as Schlatt shifted around a bit, "Schlatt, a hundred people have asked me to marry them before, the answers gonna be no."

"Not my question," Schlatt said, "Not yet at least."

"Then ask the damn question," Phil urged, deeply intrigued at the notions of a new question- he's sure he's heard it before, but not from Schlatt.

Schlatt holds out two necklaces to Phil, each on silver chains. One with a tigers eye pendant, and the other a jade pendant, "Don't let me forget you," He thrust the jewelry a little closer to Phil who reluctantly took hold of the tigers eye, holding it carefully, "I was saving the necklaces for later, but now works too- I think they'd work like a wedding ring."

Phil clips on the necklace, the pendent rests easily atop his sternum when he slides it under his shirt. He gives a soft smile, "I'll try my hardest to make a deal with Kristin."

"Thank you," Schlatt managed to get out, clipping on his own jade necklace, attempting at least, "Help?"

"Of course," Phil answered with gently as Schlatt turned his back to Phil, holding up the necklace. Lithe fingers easily clipped the chain into place, when he was done Schlatt leaned onto him.

"I love you Phil, I forget if I've already said that," Schlatt said, a somewhat nervous laugh on his voice as he spoke.

Phil brushed aside a couple chocolate brown strands, "You've said it before, love you too Schlatt."

"Glad to hear the feelings mutual," Schlatt said with a contented hum under his voice, reaching out to ruffle Phils feathers gently.

Loud knocks, really loud, and extremely erratic knocks, shattering their brief moment. Schlatt moved first, Phil followed, stretching his wings once or twice as he followed Schlatt through open doorways. The knocking didn't cease even for a second, only after Schlatt pulled open the door and caught a glimpse of panicked face behind it did it stop.

"What do you want?" Schlatt snarled out as their visitor heaved breaths.

"Tubbo," Quackity managed breathlessly, "Our kid got kidnapped, by Dream," He took a heavy breath, "Help."

Phil pushed ahead of Schlatt, "Where's my kid?"

"Tommy is being held back by Wilbur to prevent him from doing something stupid," Quackity explained.

Phil had to pause, "Tubbo, my kid, where is Tubbo?"

Shock played out on Quackitys face, "Your kid?"

"Our kid," Schlatt corrected, "We're co-parenting, where the fuck is he?"

"Sapnap hunted him down with George, I came here to get you," Quackity explained, "And you two are co-parenting?"

"Not explaining it now, let's go get Tubbo back," Phil said, pushing past Quackity and flaring his wing directly in his face just for show.

"But, when did that happen?" Quackity asked, trying to keep up with both Schlatt and Phil.

"Doesn't matter," Phil answered with promptly, Schlatt placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You don't have to save him this time," Schlatt offered gently, Phil was already brandishing his weapon, he did pause.

"We just had a talk about how you're gonna die before me Schlatt, and how shitty that's gonna be," Phil said, nearly spitting the words, slight venom on his voice, "And now you're gonna go try and beat up the admin to save our kid? I'm not letting that happen, you stay at home and wait patiently for me to return with Tubbo."

Stinging aches hit Schlatt all over, "But-"

"Do it!" Phil snapped before he could stop himself, voice a rumbling crescendo and wings puffing out with an ungodly amount of feathers creeping up his arms. He yanked Schlatts weapon out of his hands, "I don't want you dying on me so soon, everyone else has okay? I want you to live your life, I don't want you to die young," His grip on the weapon shook a bit, "I don't want to lose you, and I wouldn't've cared not even a year ago!"

Quackity opened his mouth to speak but chose against it.

"But here I am, please, just go home, and stay safe," The urgency on Phils tone is infectious, the pleading of his voice makes Schlatt feel tangled up inside.

He takes hold of his weapon once more and Phil shows no resistance, he knows he can't stop Schlatt, "You won't let me get hurt, I'm sure of it," He placed a hand on Phils shoulder, he could feel the visceral shaking, "Right?"

Phil nodded, "Obviously, let's go save our kid and kill that green cunt for good."

"Glad to see we're on the same page," Schlatt said, he gave a brief nod in Quackitys direction, he perked up at the motion, "Lead the way, we have carnage to ensue."

-/-/-/-

They came to a halt at the entrance of an obsidian lined cave, narrowing down into a hall. Bright blue flames lit the way, and property destruction was scattered about the mouth of the cave, a little bit inside as well. Wilbur was holding back Tommy, just barely able to do so, grasping onto his legs tightly as he struggled to stand up and run in.

"They're in there," Quackity said.

"Sapnap and George?" Phil asked.

"They didn't make it out," Quackity said, "That's why I came to get you two."

Phil nodded, "Schlatt, make sure we have what we need, I'm gonna go calm down Tommy."

"On it," Schlatt answered with obediently, it shocked Quackity a bit with how docile he was to Phils command.

"Wilbur!" Tommy practically screamed into his older brothers ear, "Let go of me!"

"You're gonna get killed!" Wilbur screamed back, digging his nails into the back of Tommys legs.

"I don't care!" Tommy answered with, just as loud and aggravated, kicking at Wilbur a bit.

Phil stood over the two of them, "Boys, are we really doing this again?"

Both Wilbur and Tommy snapped from their argument in an instant, frozen in place as they stared at their dad.

"Tell Wilbur to let me go!" Tommy shouted before Wilbur could open his mouth.

"Hey!" Wilbur snapped back, digging his nails further into his little brothers legs, unafraid of the possibility of blood, "Tell Tommy he'll get killed if I do!"

Phil took a deep breath, "Neither of you are going all the way, you'll follow me and Schlatt until we find Sapnap and George."

Wilbur and Tommy gave a nod, the older releasing his brother.

"And then you are to leave immediately and help them get healed up, understood?" Phil asked, he caught hesitation, "Understood?" He spoke it much more sternly.

"Understood," Wilbur and Tommy answered with, helping each other up.

"Good, follow me," Phil said before leading his two sons to the mouth of the cave where Quackity and Schlatt waited.

"I'll stay out here, just in case," Quackity offered.

"Fine by me," Schlatt answered with as Quackity stepped back out, "We're taking Wilbur and Tommy with us?"

Phil nodded, "They leave as soon as we find Sapnap and George."

"Then let's go save our kid already," Schlatt answered with, almost a snarl as he started in, Phil cut in front of him.

The soft blue light did little to light their way in, despite the size of the corridor their foot steps echoed. Whatever torches they brought in didn't help, the material that lined the walls, roof, and even the floor absorbed the light before it could shine very far. An amazing technique really, Phil would applaud it if he wasn't trying to save his kid from someone who should be dead. He's making a mental note to kill whoever brought back Dream, and then meet them at the gates personally to make sure they don't make it into the afterlife.

He's sure that Kristin would understand, they didn't have a kid, but she surely understand the notions of vengeance. The notions of someone getting what was rightfully coming to them, even if what was coming to them is a scar on their soul that'll follow them through each of their reincarnations. He doesn't know it but Schlatt is making a mental note of a similar subject because not many have tried to get between them and Tubbo.

Dream just happens to be the outlier in that statistic, having tried to steal Tubbo more than once.

"Phil," Schlatt got out quietly.

"Yeah?" Phil asked, taking the one turn available.

"I'm killing him," Schlatt said, Phil gave a soft chuckle.

"Not if I do first," There's almost a challenge to his tone, but they both know that Phil will be the one to truly finish him.

Everyone stops at the scent of blood, the sound of panicked murmuring, and the faintly blurred sight of George and Sapnap. Then their paces pick up as they rush over to find George on the ground, sword lodged firmly in his shoulder, he's passed out long ago. Sapnap is trying so very, very carefully to wake him up, he keeps his touches and shakes light- unsure of how close to death George even is.

Wilbur crouches down beside them, getting a closer look at the panic on Sapnaps face, "Breath."

"He's fucking dying!" Sapnap snapped, "How am I supposed to breath?!"

Tommy crouched down on the other side, "Expand your lungs...?"

"Not helpful," Sapnap got out, hands returning to rest on Georges, "He's dying."

"He isn't gone yet," Phil said bluntly, Sapnap swiveled his head to glare, "If you move fast you can go heal him before it's too late."

Sapnap paused, "I might hurt him."

"Hurt him, or lose him," Phil got out, "It sucks, but at least you have a choice.

Sapnap slowly slung an arm around the small of Georges back, the other under his knee and hauled him up. His balance was off with the test of carrying George the entire way back, "You wouldn't get it."

"You can't even begin to believe how much I do," Phil got out quietly, "Tommy and Wilbur will help you get him out, how much further in do we have to go?"

"Not much, one more turn and a barricaded door is between you and Tubbo," Sapnap explained, turning to leave.

Tommy followed right away, Wilbur hesitated.

"Don't die dad," Wilbur managed to get out.

"You know I can't," Phil answered with.

"I know," Wilbur said before turning to leave.

Phil hesitantly took the next step, and the next. His confidence slowly returned as Schlatt trailed behind him, never daring to step in front the entire time. It was just one life, one measly life, Phil had seen so many get lost in all the time he's roamed the mortal realm. But this time it's more personal, and he'll make sure nobody associated with Dream gets a chance at the afterlife if Tubbo is already dead.

Maybe that's overkill, there's plenty of innocent people who've found themselves in contact with him, but he needs to get his point across. Even if that means destroying everything, he's a god, he's allowed to do stupid things from time to time. Kristin wouldn't pleased with all of the new administrations into the afterlife, and she really wouldn't be pleased with having to beg Puffy to bring them all back. For a brief instant Phils mind sticks to Puffy, he wonders how she's been, being the one in charge of reincarnation. She doesn't do it very often, favoring weaving new souls into existence instead of repurposing the old.

Schlatt snaps Phil out of his thoughts, placing a hand on his shoulder. When Phil turns to face him his pupils are already slit, he's blunted nails have turned to talons, his wings are twitching. He's a mess, losing himself to the beck and call of the swarm, "We're at the door," He gestures to the heavily barricaded door, behind it he hears screaming and crashing.

---

That's the final straw.

Schlatt leaps back in an instant when those overgrown wings shift to a thousand crows, stray feathers twirling into birds that engulf Phils form. The door comes tumbling down in an instant, there isn't even a door left, all that remains is dust, and whatever remains of Phil stays still at the door. It partially has Schlatt paralyzed as he leans in through the door way to find Tubbo back into a corner, frantically skittering about as Dream keeps trying to end him. Diamond axe smeared with fresh blood from failed attacks lace it, he goes for it again, rending Tubbos jacket further.

And then the beast launches itself, liquid form crashing into Dream and tugging him under. He surfaces for air easily as it keeps trying to pull him down again, leaving small bites all over his form and tearing his jacket. He hacks through it but it reforms twice as fast as he tries to crawl away. His scream is ear splitting as a set of sheer black fangs bear down on his thigh and yank, flesh tears off and bone only has teeth marks. Behind that porcelain mask tears are spilling down his face, he screams again when that same set of fangs grab onto the bone. One tug to the left and his leg is snapped off entirely, the bones crunch as the swarm gnaws on it briefly leaving Dream to struggling to even move.

Tubbo is hobbling over to Schlatt, stumbling and scared. Schlatt easily holds him up and pulls him past the doorway so they don't have to watch. Tubbo is breathing heavy, head resting on Schlatts shoulder, "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Schlatt asked as gently as he could.

"Getting kidnapped, I should've known better," Tubbo managed to get out.

Their conversation is mostly lost to Dreams begging for mercy, cries of agony and any other pitch in between. His mask cracks when the swarm drops him down from where it had him suspended mid air, ravenous maw latching onto his arm. Was he really dropped if he wasn't actually released? Fangs biting until the bones shatter and sinew snaps underneath that delicate human skin. His breathing is ragged, he's shocked he's even managing to keep breathing with all the blood spilling from him.

The swarm lifts him once more, a set of razor sharp talons resting comfortably underneath his rib cage. A small swatch of crows come to shatter his mask, he looks destroyed, ready to die. And then a voice residing in his skull speaks up, a low rumble he can barely understand but hear so clearly- he knows it belongs to the swarm.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

Dream can't answer, everything hurts too much.

"It's unlike you to die silently, last chance."

Dream musters up as much as he can before spitting the words, "I'm not fucking sorry."

"Wrong answer."

Claws tear into his torso, snapping his spine like it was a twig, they still grasp both halves in place as he screams. And then the swarm squeezes, watching with glee as organs and intestines spilt from either half of Dreams torso. Then he stopped breathing, that was when the fun stopped, that was when it decided it was starved. Starved for blood, starved for death, it cracked it's maw of a multitude of shapes and sizes open and dropped in the still warm corpse. It thrummed pleasantly as it eviscerated the corpse internally, the slightest hint of Phils consciousness felt disgusted- the absolute lack of morals the swarm held reveled in it.

---

"Tubbo, it's fine," Schlatt said, "Shit happens."

"I should've known better," Tubbo repeated, "I just, I should've known better."

"You had no way to know, it's fine, you're fine," Schlatt said, rubbing circles on Tubbos back. He hesitantly glanced inside the room to find Phil laying on the ground in a pile of blood and viscera, it was unsettling to say the least. He let go of Tubbo a little bit, "I'm gonna check in on Phil."

"Okay," Tubbo got out quietly as he leaned against the wall.

Schlatt slowly entered the room before sitting down beside Phil, he brought his hands to preen the unkempt feathers. It garnered a groan from Phil, the avian spreading his wings a bit in response to the touches. He curled into Schlatts leg a bit, he ached all over, probably from the swarm eviscerating a full human.

"You feeling alright?" Schlatt asked quietly.

"Full," Phil answered with.

"Full?" Schlatt echoed back.

Phil nodded, "Full, where do you think the corpse went?" He would've gestured to the splatters of blood and porcelain pieces if he wasn't so lethargic.

"Got it, no dinner for you tonight," Schlatt said, Phil nodded.

He pushed himself up onto his elbows, blood splattered across every inch of him. He gave a sleepy glance to Schlatt, "Carry me."

"I don't think I can carry you and Tubbo at the same time," Schlatt got out nervously.

"Just for a little bit," Phil managed, pleading clear on his voice, "Please."

"I'll try," Schlatt said as he stood up, he heaved up Phil next. The avian gave a discontented groan of annoyance as he curled into Schlatt further.

He started to purr a little bit, "Love you Schlatt."

"Love you too Phil," Schlatt echoed back as he made his way out the door to Tubbo.

Tubbo gave a small smirk at the sight, "How cute, Phil getting carried by Schlatt."

"You should be too traumatized to make quips right now," Schlatt said, Phil nuzzled into his neck and red rose to the rams face, he gave a silencing glare to Tubbo.

"You're just like him," Tubbo said as he followed Schlatt through the cave, "He gets just like you do when you get all touchy feely with him in public."

"Shut up," Schlatt got out quietly, clearly embarrassed, Tubbo gave a single laugh.

"Then stop being so stupid around each other," Tubbo said, "Bust out the wedding ring already."

"Not gonna happen," Phil got out sleepily, "Me and Schlatt don't need to, we talked about it."

Tubbo raised a brow, "So you've even talked about marriage? Please for the love of fuck, let me and Tommy be legally brothers."

"Not happening," Phil said, letting a wing fall loose, "Too much effort."

"We have necklaces instead of rings, they work better," Schlatt said.

Tubbo rolled his eyes, "I'm telling the entire fucking server about your affair if you don't do it yourself."

"Word'll spread faster through a rumor," Phil said, "It'd be easier if you did it for us."

"Then maybe I will," Tubbo said, almost aggressively, in a faux sense of course.

Schlatt smirked a bit, "Then do it, I dare you too."

[mcalhenwrites]

Are they named after trees and plants and such? Idk seemed familiar

Some are, yes! :D Long post ahead. :') So simple explanation but dragons are keepers/protectors of their region, which could be a section of a continent or an entire planet. Depends on the dragon's experience and size of region/planet. Now, humans have sometimes named dragons, and those names stick. Humans don't know about all dragons, so you'll have some with more complicated names. Tessa's name? Not her actual name! No one would be able to decipher it. ;) Here's a conversation between Niven and Tessa:

          “Did Methla teach you how to talk in human tongue? And what is your real name?” Nearly all the humans who had ever heard the language of dragons lived thousands of years ago. Not even priests and priestesses could claim they had ever heard it.

          She responded to the last question first, using a guttural noise that filled the air like the rush of a waterfall. Niven had to clap his hands over his ears. Despite that, he grinned.

          “And yes, I learned your language from Methla,” said Tessa casually as he lowered his arms.

          “Humans could not speak their names, and so placeholders were found.” Niven paraphrased the common knowledge all children learned in the nursery. He giggled. “Does that mean you didn’t know we called you Tessa until Methla told you?”

          Tessa snorted so much that it created small waves in the water in front of her. They lapped against Niven’s rock stack.

          “It’s a simple name, yes. So is your language. It has had so much time to evolve, and yet you have not the words for some emotions, no word for the tickle of a tail touching scales.” Her lips curled into what must have been a dragon’s smile.

Anyway, humans sometimes go with "what a dragon seems keen on" too. One of my dragons, Dirkka, likes... Dirks. Swords. Knives. Sheathes. (Dragons, hoarding? Yes haha~) Mind, he's equally touched when humans offer him sentimental items of no monetary value, like their children's first cut locks of hair. My art post included Bircha, for instance, and the birch tree influence. I'm glad I finally got to draw him. That led to a funny convo with a friend, who didn't know the word for birch tree in English but still sent me a picture of birch trees to say Bircha reminded her of them. :') Afensi isn't really in a fen, but it's a marsh-like area, and I came up with a name around "fen" easiest. Mydas is interesting, because if you look at his design and hop on google images to search "mydas"... okay wtf I'm getting bugs now, I'll add "sea" - AH THERE WE GO:

(Apparently google has figured out I like to identify bugs, so that must've skewed my results.) Mydas is the name of the planet he built, and the seasons are divided by sea turtle breeding patterns. (Which aren't super realistic, based on my research, but it's a fictional world/that's the system I wanted.) I also have Tempra, who looks over a region called the Spicewood, and it is a temperate rainforest! So yes, location/plants/etc usually do have a lot to do with their names. Just not for all of them. There are a lot of planets. Dragons have had planets destroyed on them (main plot of The Hostile Credence, and it's an unfortunate ending to the planet the first story, The Will of the Whispering, takes place on) and have to rebuild, or they go work on a new one, what of it? Their looks often change if their tastes do. :') They're basically a bunch of artists having a blast with building planets in space together. They also make space highways by the time humans start traveling in space. :D Some are named really affectionately, I think that's where Affie's name comes from. She's about the size of a bobcat, maybe slightly bigger, and just walks into random houses in her region and spends the night. Basically like a neighborhood cat that no one owns. She accepts wine offerings. So drunk aunt cat who crashes at random houses? (They love her, and she's one of the most commonly seen dragons on that planet, whereas others are elusive. No one actually knows Vionne exists.) I love talking about my dragons so much, sorry for the huge reponse haha

[tastic-in-its-finest]

The Bet(s) Chapter 1

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Warnings and Tags: Mention of sex jokes, arguing, and Remus

Summary: In a fit of rage, both the twins challenge each other to simple bets that go completely against their characters, somehow, Janus gets dragged into the mix.

Written by: @tastic-in-its-finest

“I bet you can’t be kind to Janus for one minute!” Remus shouted in the quarrel and Roman scoffed at the idea that Remus invented in his silly head, being utterly ridiculous every time he thought about it.

“Really?! You think I can’t be kind to him for one minute?” Roman interrupted, his arms crossed in a toddler pout as he stared his eyes at Remus who sheathed from anger due to their previous argument.

“Ha! You can’t even say his name. Of course I think that.” Roman shouldn’t take his immature brother's words seriously but the mere thought of Remus challenging him made his skin crawl in disgust. And Remus did challenge him in a fit of passion and rage, ranting things he’s stored for years. He couldn’t let him win, Roman didn’t dare taste defeat.

“You're wrong! I can give Janus all the kindness he’s been missing.” Roman stopped sitting just to stop his foot.

“Oh really?” Remus’s anger died down and his callousness returned, his truly evil, manipulative self. Roman hated when Remus changed his attitude.

“Yes, and I think that you can’t even for a day-- stop your antics.” Roman now challenged Remus willingly, and Remus thought the same process slowly. Morphing from pride to anger to pride again.

“Hmm.. bet?” Remus smiled with lowered, un-crazy eyes, a face similar to what Janus would be pulling. Roman studied his face to understand if he was being serious, and disappointingly he was fully honest.

“Bet.” Roman spoke calmly before pulling out a hand, trying to keep himself from sweating, Remus glared at it before shaking firmly. This is where their downfall began.

…

Janus resumed glaring at his reflection in the mirror, he was still himself with his facial features acquired by Thomas just more adjustably sharper. His signature unmissable scales on the left side of his face with a slit acting as a divide and his eyes were still just a plain golden amber they've always been with a spark of mischievousness and deceit. But his eyes were too plain for his liking and he didn’t know why they were so unattractive.

He leaned into the sink to have his face in front of the mirror unblinking and unmoving with an apathy he practiced.

“Hm.” He was content with how he looked for today, charming enough for that prince to like him.

He twisted and sinked into an area and strolled past the piles of messes created by the duke himself as he headed straight for the dark door. He didn’t bother to clean as his work was always destroyed afterwards.

He traveled across the hall and felt as if he was the only one walking to his destination; The common area.

He could gossip about a lot of things involving the living room. But for now, he just wanted to get through another uneventful day and talk to his acquaintances. Speak of the devil, a side with a red stash and taller structure than Janus started jogging toward him. He was wearing a princely costume with black tucked boots and sword tucked in his holster. Janus looked behind him just to see the man and stopped where he was in bewilderment.

“You didn’t wait for me!” The side yelled at Janus after catching his breath and stopping near his enemy.

“Sorry, your majesty.” Janus mocked and continued walking with Prince by his side. Roman straightened his posture unlike Janus as they walked side to side by the arm in completely different fashions and styles. Roman was way taller than Janus and certainly was unnatural for the two of them. They both walked in an inconvenient silence as they each were headed to the same destination. Roman sighed tiredly.

“You know. My brother actually expects me to insult you every minute but today is going to be different!” Roman brought up. His voice's dramatic flair dropped so you could tell he was genuine, it was more hopeful than usual.

“Wow, I feel so loved. Let me guess, a small little bet between you morons?” Janus said sarcastically.

“You’re always right!” The weird compliment stung a bad feeling of fakeness that Janus was too familiar with, his mental lie detector never failed him, “By the end of the day you will be begging for no more love.” Roman exclaimed with his complex and overcomplicated movement with such proudness it was sickening.

“Really?” Janus wasn’t at all curious about the shenanigans that Roman is mentioning. To show, he fiddled with his glove and adjusted the tightness without bearing a look.

“Uhuh. You will suffer by the end.” Roman remarked too motivated in such a similar way to his normal attitude that Janus rolled his eyes and blurted, “Interesting,” as to satisfy the unsatisfiable side. He continued avoiding the brown silk eyes with little effort, Roman was hardly attempting to get Janus invested but it wasn’t working efficiently.

“Maybe by the end of this we could be friends.” Janus was starting to grow a bit tired from Roman's optimism about him and the undeniable painful future.

"I already have friends." Janus ignored what Roman said.

"What if we get along then?"

“I sincerely doubt that.” Janus stopped with his gloves and looked deeply into the face of the prince. It was unfazed and unsurprised, “Come on now. Don’t be a Debbie downer. I didn’t ever think that we’d ever be friends but here we are!” Roman defended. Him and Janus were never friends in the beginning and they definitely weren’t now unless Roman wanted to play a game of pretend.

“Aw, the good ol’ days when you were a full time jester.” Janus smarked.

“Yea, and you were an angsty punk.” Roman admitted but in a joking manner.

“Sure.” Janus knew fully well that he was a jerk as an angsty nobody when Thomas had no idea of his existence. Neither of them wanted to just talk about it anymore as each ignored what the other said as they saw a glimpse of the room they searched for. Two separate groups, Roman’s in the living room and Remus singularly alone crawling in the kitchen.

“I’ll see you later, Serpentine!” Roman hollered as he walked toward his huddle of light side accomundates.

“Ok then.” Janus replied uninterested as prepared for a nasty remark including Remus’ antics, currently trying to stuff large sticks of butter in his mouth without choking.

“Mghgmm.” Remus muffled with the butter slowly melting and becoming more disgusting with each slight look, saying a corrupted ‘good morning’ in a peculiar way, “Good morning to you too.” Janus joined him while sitting folded on the warm counter, although Remus was more incorrectly propped in the sink like he was preparing for a cold bath. He flicked a wrapper with some leftover salteens of butter at him playfully, “I know. You’re bored.”

“Mmmghh!” Remus shouted mute and quickly twisted his head and shakily pointed to the group, more precisely Roman.

“I'm aware of your sick bet.” Janus spitted and swatted at his vulnerable open knee. Remus’ mouth was less full and more dripping of the gross yellow liquid making him filled with overwhelming ideas. Remus thought of spraying his mixture of spit and butter at Deceit but instead saw a better opportunity to pester him about the bet he created. He spat the combustion at the other end of the sink, an awe and know-it-all face formed and already crawled under Janus’ skin.

“Has he already killed you with kindness or any sex jokes?” Remus crawled toward him in a mocking manner and Janus kept shoving the beast away.

“Oh you wish. But I’m immune to your little tricks.” Janus shared the first smile that day as he cocked his head in pride that Remus found hard to believe.

“Ooooh-- really~ Cause I already have a sinister trick for you.” Remus cooed with wavy eyebrows. Laying flat on its stomach with his legs swinging back and forth in shere boredom that would be cured soon, Janus gulped as the honesty of the duke was intimidating at times yet he played along.

“Well then, don’t be a coward and show me.” This sparked Remus’ motivation like Janus decipherly planned, Remus sprung with a deep sinister grin that killed burning villages as each stood silently on the tile.

“I’ll show you-- but! Time to play with snakes and ladders with the devil.” Remus whispered enough for the light sides to not become highly offended with Remus nicknaming them all singularly devils.

“We need to discuss an itty bitty tiny detail that you're missing.” Remus talked down to him.

“Oh so you would like to discuss the reason as to why this bet is even existing?” Janus concluded, “Mhm, and something else.” Remus muttered but Janus deeply wanted to press on with the issue. 

“Remus..” Remus shied away uncharacteristically, making Janus grow more suspicious, “Remus.”

“Did you start this?” Janus stared into Remus’ eyes and Remus finally cracked, “Maybe..”

“Well, thank you! Now I have to deal with a prince trailing my tail.” Janus sarcastically spitted.

“I know, I know. But I have something else too.” 

“That is?” Janus knew the twist was brewing as he awaited it, “Romeo said that I can’t stuff butter in my mouth for the rest of the day.”

“Looks like you’re already failing.” Janus recalled the gross scene as Remus seemingly already failed his side of the bargain, “That’s the last antic, I swear! I just needed a good balanced breakfast.”

“Anyway, he really said that I can’t go one day without being gross, disgusting, or vulgar.” Remus listed his own adjectives, “My dream.” Janus sarcastically rolled his eyes, Remus knew he was only joking.

“You already failed, remember?” Janus pointed to the sink, “I know! But it’s official. I can no longer do what I want, I have to act like my boring brother now..” Remus grumbled and bit his lip hard, feeling the need to explode himself or something. But he’s restricted from it, and now he has four judging eyes checking if he commits any heinous acts.

“Well, you and I both know you can’t refuse a challenge.” Janus could tell another storm was brewing inside that intrusive mind after he ignited a spark.

Remus let his anger down and his smile come front and center, he then started cackling, “And you won’t either.” Remus almost started laughing again when the color drained off of Janus’ face.

“It's a bit unfair that me and Ro Ro have our little challenges. So.. Why not make it even?”

“I didn’t ask to be dragged into your bets,” Janus spitted. He’s been best friends with Remus longer than he is content with to know the in’s and out’s of his complex medafortical brain. Remus’ anger got the best of him whenever the twins battered and screamed at each other.

“What do you have in mind?” Janus was ultimately prepared to deceive anyone to Remus’ requests. Remus took in the tension to be as flamboyantly dramatic as possible before he opened his mouth, “You can’t lie.”

“Impossible.” Janus scoffed but Remus was serious, he always was. Janus now avoided looking at Remus’ sparkling eyes to not give him any praise on the idea. Remus pouted and put on his sad gloomy frown trying to get closer to the deceitful side so he couldn’t avoid him.

“Come on! Please.” Remus pleaded with tight folded hands, Janus didn’t want to see someone who requested something of that nature from him, especially Remus. Every time he put a sliver of himself in front of Janus, Janus would turn away, “No!”

“What about refusing a challenge?” Remus understood Janus as much as Janus understood Remus. He took a moment to reflect before he unbearingly realized that the challenge was possible and he was being irrational cruel. He sighed and that’s when Remus felt he won.

“Fine.” One of Remus’ happiest smiles grew that Janus couldn't help but be fond of the fact he caused it. Remus squealed and hugged him, his normal overwhelming gross smell was replaced by lavender. He must have showered for the deal.

“Perfect!” Remus couldn’t stop grabbing and shaking him in their embrace with a very high pitched hum for his excitement, “And you can’t be sarcastic either!”

“Ok! Ok!” Janus got his point and tried to push the booger off playfully, “I’m actually very excited.” Janus whispered as both started giggling like teenagers.

“So.. Do you understand all of our arrangements?” Janus asked and Remus frowned, “Hm, unfortunately..”

“Bet?” Janus pulled out a gloved hand, saying the word that pulled the interest of Remus to his favor.

“Bet!” Remus shook the hand generously over his shoulder as he felt a boost of happiness.

“Do you both realize what today is?” Roman interrupted the two as he slouched his body on a column by the entrance of the dark kitchen.

Each turned their eyes toward the prince, looking very smug and cocky. Janus despised that he had to ruin their special moment.

“We are having a picnic today, did no one tell you?” Roman rubbed the salt into the wound as part of his act.

He swung his arms over both their shoulders like old friends and showed off his height. Remus succumbed to the brotherly touch as Janus only let him for the sake of Remus, otherwise he would pushed him aside and cussed him out.

“And why wouldn’t you tell us?” Janus played along but really he was starting to find Roman more annoying than enduring.

He found it odd that Janus replied seriously without blinking at his amber eyes. But he didn’t show his worry and instead answered the question, “I wasn’t sure if you would like a picnic.”

Roman had a shy prideful smile before hopping off their shoulders and standing proudly, “And now I crafted a special invitation for my friend.” Roman handed them both letters but each had huge changes. Janus’ was more decorated, elegant, with a raspberry-smelling envelope as Remus was handed regular white paper. Roman didn’t stick around to see how comfortable they were, instead he turned around to join his angelic friends. Remus and Janus shared a look of utter confusion before Remus ripped the plain envelope and read the paper eagerly.

“Rude..” Remus stopped himself from shoving the paper into his mouth. He instead threw and crumbled it into the trash then slouched on the counter already feeling the pain of boredom and reflecting on the hateful letter.

“Are you going to read yours?” Remus asked and Janus glanced at the letter laying in his hand like a disease.

“I won’t give him the satisfaction,” Janus tossed his paper into the trash, “Nice.” Remus gave a lazy finger gun before they both prepared for a picnic they were uninvited for.

[chantlight]

Honestly it makes sense to me — firstly that Seekers are trained to be adaptable. They work alone or in small groups; they travel to remote areas; they are armed specialists and investigators rather than soldiers; they never know what they are going to come up against or what resources will be available to them. Versatility is key. While I wouldn’t say they’re trained in every weapon, I would say they’re trained in both ranged + melee and are given a solid foundation in unarmed combat. They’re training people who can survive despite a disadvantage, who are incredibly aware of their surroundings, and who can assess a situation at a glance.

I feel like . . . their training actually favors one-handed sword + dagger. Inconspicuous, easy to carry, won’t raise too many eyebrows. Gives them a balance of distance and close quarters. If a Seeker is moved to draw their blade, it will not return to the sheath unbloodied. The emphasis is on fast, fatal blows combined with their abilities to weaken / incapacitate. Their opponent will be dead quickly. Sword and shield is rarer and mostly used when they’re working in conjunction with templars.

Cassandra’s foundation in dragon-hunting is fairly compatible with Seeker training. Nevarran hunters do work in groups (they have guilds and everything), but the emphasis is still on finishing it quickly. I do think there are sub-types of dragon-hunters depending on what role you play in the hunt. Matthias and Anthony specialized in a very rare, very risky form. Essentially, they used a khopesh to get in close, hook the scales, rip them back, and stab at vital areas beneath. This can be done with only the khopesh, but there’s typically a short spear involved for that fatal stab.

So Cassandra’s fast, she gets in close, and she finishes it quickly. Tbh I’m not entirely on board with the dual swords she has in DoS, but I do enjoy her being paired with Byron who favors the sword and shield. The reality is she was way too aggressive then. Having her learn something new with the shield and then the nature of sword + shield itself forces her to slow down a bit. She has to play defense more rather than being all hacking and slashing. She still throws herself in head first, but it’s not as bad as it was.

She's also paired with templars far more frequently than other Seekers. She is in a unique position as the Right Hand of the Divine. While she does still trend toward solo missions, only taking a small number of companions when necessary, she is nevertheless responsible for commanding the Knights-Divine. Being templars and specifically templars assigned to guard the Divine + Grand Cathedral, they by and far favor sword and shield. She does keep her own distinct style, but it behooves her to have an understanding of their style, and she's certainly picked up elements of it.

This is all makes khopesh great for her, honestly. Khopesh are short, but they have a versatility to them: they can hack, thrust, and hook. They can also be used solo, paired with a shield, or paired with something like a short spear. It gives her the adaptability necessary for her work, including when she works in concert with the Knights-Divine. It also supports her fast, aggressive style.

[poweroverflowing]

A Glorious Awakening

Hic Sunt Dracones - or, in layman’s terms: Here Be Dragons. But where the warning inscribed on the monument at the center of town typically indicates dangerous or unexplored territories, it would appear in this case to prove literal. The creature swoops into town, spewing foul breath and roaring defiance. The Knight steps forth ere weapons can be brought to bear, pleading for the townspeople not to hurt it. But will you listen, or stand your ground? Either way, whether you defeat it, drive it out, or something else entirely, you find yourself at the beginning of the story all over again… [Grants Any Weapon +1]

“When the dust of zealous battle settles, a lone figure stands just out of sight. You squint to see him, but an air of darkest night keeps his identity shrouded. He ambulates closer, and when the souls of his slain enemies flee to the great beyond, his face is revealed. Instantly, you can tell he is The Chosen One; The Bleeding-Edge Hero who plucks at destiny’s wing. His body is painted with scars of battles too numerous to count, and his sword--a legendary blade forged beneath the cosmos--trails with the blood of behemoths defeated! His arms become the rising sun, his feet the blessed earth. In this pose of stalwart victory, a hand eclipses his face to reveal but a single powerful eye. That eye casts its laser of perception down at the fated princess, and though she does not know who it belongs to, it recognizes her appearance all too well. Lucina the diligent, known for her exploits alongside the fabled Owain Dark, has the astronomical opportunity to gaze upon he who shakes rock with air: Oberon Dark! Never in a thousand thousand years did the stars think this reunion possible, but the destruction of destiny is but a common occurrence for this man!”

Yes, you read that right. That was dialogue--lines spoken by a character (out loud!) and not the narrative ramblings of a scene in a play. Standing atop a hill overlooking the village is the source of this incessant roleplaying: Owain. Who else would it be? Nobody else’s voice oscillates with the kind of drama and passion his does, and the way he acts out every word he speaks is a trait unique only to him. And nobody, nobody, would even think to prepare an extensive narration to appearing before someone in their family. With how fleshed out his monologue is, it need not be said that he had this planned out for a good while now. If Lucina ever felt a pair of eyes at her back while inside this book, it was most definitely Owain. 

His claims of just finishing a battle are debatable, and contrary to what he’s said, Lucina can see neither blood nor scars on his person--meaning he very likely just kicked up a bunch of dust from the ground to create special effects. After hitting his dorky pose, he descends the hill with a great leap, landing right in front of his beloved relative, and of course making the appropriate sound effect:

“Thud! Greetings, mortal ally! Though this is our first time meeting, I had long anticipated your arrival! I am Oberon Dark; Chosen One and Hero of Bright Darkness! You need not introduce yourself, for tales of your adventure have been immortalized alongside the works of the legendary Owain. You are undoubtedly Lucina, the Future’s Witness! I extend my hand to thee, proposing that we vanquish the scaled fiend extirpating this realm! (Hoy, Lucina! It’s me, your cousin Owain. Don’t be fooled by my clever disguise! But more importantly, it’s good to see you again. How’s that sheathe holding up?)”

@exclted