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inferno | y. jh

pairing: targaryen!jeonghan x targaryen!reader

themes: house of dragon!au, incest, arranged marriage, typical house of dragon themes

warnings: incest, unprotected sex, edging, oral sex, switch reader, mentions of reader having breasts and a vagina

summary: unable to make his two troublesome children settle down the king takes matters into his own hands and decides to wed them.

“you and i are made of fire. we have always been meant to burn together.”

i.

another daughter of the lord baratheon storms out of the prince’s chambers a scowl on her face as she passes by the targaryen princess. curious she walks towards her brother’s room to see what all that was about.

“chased off another one dear brother?” she teases as she peaks into her older brother’s chambers.

jeonghan sits at the edge of his bed a cup of wine in hand as he rolls his eyes at her.

“it’s not my fault she’s too tame for my taste.” he smirks.

jeonghan targaryen, the second heir to the throne after their other brother seungcheol, was a menace always getting into trouble with his dragon. he was an untamable soul—one that even the king, his father, cannot control.

“emā se ānogar hen zaldrīzes flowing rȳ ao. they’re sepār zūgagon naejot zālagon.” you have the blood of the dragon flowing through you. they’re just scared to burn. she smiles taking a seat on the set of chairs in the middle of his chambers.

“hae gaomagon ao jorrāelagon mandia, skore dīnagon īlva isse keskydoso situation.” as do you dearest sister, which puts us in the same situation.

he was right, she wasn’t very different from him. despite the god-like appearances they carry, she was a targaryen. according to her grandfather king jaehaerys ii, every time a targaryen is born the gods toss a coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land. as much as targaryens are prone to greatness, they are also prone to madness.

the targaryen princess was vastly known to be like her ancestor queen visenya targaryen. a passionate, stern and unforgiving woman who feared nothing and no one but she was also loving to her two brothers. she trusted no one other than them—she was their little flame. she was immensely stubborn and headstrong, challenging her bethroned to keep up with her which always ends up with them break off their engagement unable to diminish her inferno.

she knew what she wanted and she wasn’t going to let anyone get in the way of what she wanted—what she deserved.

“father will have our heads for breaking off another engagement he worked so hard to arrange for us.” she watches as jeonghan stands up to refill his cup downing it as he shrugs.

“his anger has always been temporary, ñuha perzys. it will only be a matter of time before he finds us another engagement to break.” he winks. my flame, the term of endearment he gave her as soon as she was born into this world.

“let us hope that is the case, there are only a few noble houses to choose from left—for me anyways, baratheon, tully, stark and hightower to name the few. are we as the rumors say we are?” she whispers softly as she peers up at him.

he puts his cup down as he encircles his arms around her, engulfing her into a tight hug. he knew of her worries—he’s heard the whispers in the king’s landing regarding both of their tendencies to be unreasonable and extremely picky when it comes to their betrothed or the rumors about them being together alone in each others chambers in the middle of the night.

“we know fully well who we are, who cares what they say? you and i ride the biggest dragons to ever live, we do not need the approval or the validation ñuha perzys.”

“i suppose your right.”

“please, ñuha perzys. i am always right.” he boasts as she shoves him off of her with a smile on her face.

to many of the people in the palace, the bond they shared seemed to dance the lines between siblings and something more. with personalities that matched each other’s, the similarities in their ways of thinking, and the way they presented themselves to the court and to the people of the kingdom. they mirrored each other so well.

jeonghan would hear the rumors as he loitered the streets of the city on days sleep would not find him, he thought about it. targaryen’s often marry siblings, it was a normal occurence in their family. their ancestor king aegon i even took both of his sisters to marry. it plagued his thoughts whenever he found himself staring across the hall at the sight of his little flame listening to her betrothed talk endlessly about something that did not intrigue her one bit as she toyed with the necklace he gifted her on her nineteenth name day.

unknowingly to the male, the female targaryen also harbored similar thoughts about her brother as she watched him and his betrothed acquaint themselves with each other in the gardens she often read. she would feel a pinch of jealousy as his betrothed made advances on him causing her to storm off to the dragonpit to go ride on vermithor.

“except when it comes to the women you choose.” she laughs as his face morphs to a shocked one.

“you did not! i don’t even pick them!”

“yes, i did! you always had a choice on the matter brother.”

lunging at her, jeonghan pushes her unto his bed as he tickled her sides causing her to erupt in laughter.

“take it back, ñuha perzys.” he smirked as he pinned both her arms above her head as he continued to tickle her sides.

“never.” she whispered realising how close their faces were to each other.

“i’ll give you one last chance. take it back.”

lilac colored eyes stared into light blue eyes, faces centimeters apart as the tension between them rises. his eyes glancing down to her lips briefly as he watched her bite her bottom lip.

kiss me. her eyes begged, breath hitching as he leaned down closer their noses touching.

“say it.” he whispered. say you want me to kiss you ñuha perzys and i will.

they stared at each other, hearts pounding against their chests, their bodies flushed against one another. they knew they had no right to touch each other, crave them like air—but they did. somehow they knew that the fire that burned in them was only meant to burn together.

“i—”

“jeonghan! father is summoning you.” seungcheol’s voice booms behind the wooden doors as he slams his fists against it.

snapping out of their thoughts jeonghan pulled away and offered his hand to help her up from the bed as she muttered a small ‘thank you’. she had made her way back to the seat she was in just in time before the doors slammed open with her other brother walking in.

“i never said you could enter, brother.” jeonghan muttered as seungcheol sat down on the other seat across from the princess.

“ñuha perzys, i didn’t know you were in here.” seungcheol greeted as she smiled at him.

“i had the honor of seeing another lady storm out of his chambers.” she replied as seungcheol laughs looking over at his younger brother.

“again? for fucks sake, jeonghan! what’s wrong with her now?”

she isn’t her. he thought bitterly as his eyes met hers quickly before looking back at seungcheol and shrugging at their brother.

“too ‘tame’ is what he told me.” she pipes up as seungcheol’s brow raises at him.

“at this point, i do not even know who father would set you up with anymore.” he snatched the cup of wine from the table before turning to the princess. “you as well.”

“what is that supposed to mean?”

“please, ñuha perzys. i know everything that goes on in the keep. i heard about the lord crying and storming off after you took him out on a ride with vermithor.”

she once took the young lord on a afternoon ride with vermithor not knowing how the boy was terrified of both heights and the strong personality she had. the lord was a pussy anyways hurling at the stories the princess told about various poisons and tricks to kill someone without the evidence pointing back at you. it didn’t shock her he’d already fled back home with his tail between his legs.

“not my fault the boy hasn’t grown a dick yet.” she shrugged earning a chuckle from jeonghan.

“well father is not going to be please with both of you either way so i suggest running along and heading to meet with him and at the small council meeting room immediately.” seungcheol stands as he makes his way out jeonghan’s chambers.

the two shared a look before heading out as well, a look they shared a lot recently, a look that meant they were fucked.

ii.

“i am at my wits end with the both of you! you scared off the last lord in close vicinity interested in you and you—” the king points slams his hand on the table as the princess and prince look on bored as ever. “—you have yet to marry a lady i set up for you! time is running out for both of you troublesome children of mine.”

“father i will not be tied down to a boy who can not handle a woman such as myself. i know what i want and what i deserve. jeonghan feels the same way. do not expect me to marry a boy who only wants me for my cunt and dragon.” she reasons her voice stern as jeonghan nods in agreement beside her.

the king was livid. he could not understand why his children was being this difficult with finding spouses! he did not know what to do with them anymore. he hadn’t cause his father this type of problems when it came to his marriage.

“i may be your father but i am also your king! my word is absolutely final. what am i to do with you?” he glares at his children, a headache starting.

does he try one more time with the lords of houses valaryeon or stark? or the ladies of house lannister or strong? the king was stuck on what to do until an idea popped up inside his head.

“seeing as your engagements to other houses have yet to be successful you have left me no choice but to wed you both to each other seeing as only the both of you tolerate and understand one another. i should have done this from the start and saved myself time.”

the two royals glanced at each other as they silently cheered in their heads. this was it. their chance to finally be themselves unapologetically without thinking about how their betrothed would act or what the people would say but doubts of how she would react still plagued jeonghan’s thoughts.

would she like that? he thought as he glanced over at the princess beside him.

“father…” he glanced over at the king as the princess stayed silent beside him. “i will only do so if she accepts to as well.”

she stared at the marble table in front of her as she takes jeonghan’s words in. he was giving her a choice in their marriage. was he not interested in the idea at all? was he hesitating to marry her because he loved someone else? she had to play her cards right, if she declined she would probably shipped off to dragonstone and wait to be married to some lord she’d have no choice but to marry for political reasons or does she take the chance with the one person who she truly feels something for? she briefly glances at her brother who sat quietly staring at her before glancing over to her father.

“i’ll do it. i’ll marry jeonghan father.”

“then it is settled! you will marry in two moons time.” the king announces clapping his hands as he stands to congratulate his children. “i can die happy knowing my children are settled well into this world. it is the only thing a father wants for his children.”

“thank you father.” she replied a small smile on her lips as jeonghan intertwines their hands together.

“i will fulfill my duty towards you and the crown, father. you have my word.” he declares as he plants a kiss on the back of her hand.

duty. she was only his duty. she thought bitterly as she exchanged a tight-lipped smile with him, her father cheering and talking with the hand gleefully in the background.

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the princess grew distant with jeonghan, something everyone in the palace took notice of. preparations for the royal wedding were well underway as they only had a limited amount of time and everything needed to be perfect.

“you look absolutely stunning ñuha perzys.” seungcheol complimented as she stood on a pedestal being fitted into her wedding gown.

“do you not think it is too much?” she asked gesturing to the silks that clung to her body.

“nonsense, ñuha perzys. it’s perfect.” he cooed at his baby sister. “is something wrong?” he asked he noticed the change in her posture.

“nothing is wrong.”

“something is bothering you. everyone leave us.” he commanded as the seamstress and the ladies exited the room.

“tell me what is wrong and i will do something about it.” he demanded softly as he took her hands in his.

“you and i both know i can do far worse than you brother.” she chuckled.

“do not change the subject ñuha perzys. i’ve noticed the distance of you and jeonghan as of late and i’m not the only one. what’s on your mind?”

seungcheol had noticed the subtle changes between the two. he did not want to pry into the changes in the ‘relationship’ his siblings had but as their older brother it felt like he needed to especially when the pair had been ignoring each other for the past few days after the announcement of their engagement. he noticed how jeonghan was distracted during lessons and small council meetings, spacing out more than usual. he planned on cornering him but it was harder to see him alone with all the planning he had been doing for the wedding so when he found out about his sister’s dress fitting he took the chance to talk to her and get to the bottom of things.

“i know marriage is more often than not only for political reasons and that targaryen marriages are often something the crown does to strengthen claims to the throne and blood purity. that’s all it us right? a duty—to the people, to the king, to the crown. i get that marriage is mostly a duty! a stupid fucking duty.” she chuckled darkly. “i don’t want to be someone’s duty, seungcheol. i deserve more than that. i’m a targaryen princess. i ride vermithor, one of the biggest dragons from old valaria. i am more than just a fucking duty! so why am i just a duty to the crown for him when he’s so much more to me? am i not worthy to be wed just because he loves me?”

jeonghan’s words had affected her more than she let herself too. she hated knowing she was just a duty to him—a fucking duty. she was going to be his wife for the rest of his life and he viewed her as a duty? she was livid. after the meeting with their father she had made her way to the dragon pit and took vermithor out on a ride returning in early hours of the day before the sun came out completely avoiding the blonde prince who waited for her to return but eventually fell asleep doing so.

she had avoided being in the same room as jeonghan since that day which confused him. had he done something to upset her? did she not want to get married to him? he had been hurt when he knocked on her chambers to spend time together like they always did before bed but she shooed him away as soon as he had knocked on her door. he tried several times to corner her alone after that waiting by the library to see the end of her lessons with the septa or at the dragon pit waiting for her to come down from her flight with vermithor but with their wedding fast approaching it was impossible to do so. he gave up after the fifth day deciding to sulk about it instead or make it everyone’s problem that he wasn’t in the best mood because she had been avoiding it.

“he said that? for fucks sake! don’t you see that he is absolutely obssessed with you?” he asks taking her by surprise.

“he does not, seungcheol. you should’ve heard it come out from his own stupid mouth that i was just a duty to the crown for him!”

“ñuha perzys you are stupid to think he does not love you.”

“prove it then.” she interjected stubbornly.

“gods are you blind? have you really not noticed anything?” he asked as she shook her head ‘no’.

“do you ever wonder why father never reprimands you for things you do out of line? well, it’s because jeonghan always takes the blame for you even if father knows it was you who did it. all those fucking lords that would dare talk ill about you or sexualize you with him in the same room—the one’s who’d disappear all of a sudden? they’ve all been murdered by jeonghan. gods i would know—i was there as he tortured them before feeding them to vhagar once. he fears no consequences that will come to him if it meant you would be safe and taken cared for. that man has done things that would traumatise any other normal human being but he did it for you. if that doesn’t show his love and dedication to you i do not know who will ñuha perzys.”

“then why did he just not ask father from the start to marry me if he felt that way?”

“do you honestly think he will risk his relationship with you not knowing how you felt for him in return? he endured seeing you with lords not even worthy of you.”

she felt confused. had he really viewed her the way she did secretly? had she really missed all of that?

“fuck.” she cursed as realization of his actions, his words— him had set in her mind. “what do i do seungcheol? he most probably thinks i hate him for having to marry him.”

a smirk makes it way across seungcheol as he looked at her.

“leave that part to me, ñuha perzys.”

iii.

after days of trying to get him alone, the prince jeonghan was finally away from the chaos of preparing for their wedding. he had been practicing on a wooden dummy in the training yard, swiftly jabbing his sword as it delivered calculated and fluid movements that would make any enemy falter and die in a span of minutes. he was always skilled with a sword as he never wanted to not be prepared in case the threat of battle was present. he did not like his life being in the hands of his guards. she had approached him silently as he delivered one last swing at the dummy chopping it’s head off clean.

“ñuha dārilaros skoros ēza se dummy gaomagon naejot jiōragon such wrath hen ao?” my prince what has the dummy done to receive such wrath from you?

his head snapped at the sound of her voice as he sheathes his sword by his hip. he was mildly surprised to see and hear her infront of him after he had been unsuccessful at being granted a private audience with his betrothed for days.

“ñuha perzys, skoros grants nyke se rigle hen emare ñuha betrothed isse ñuha presence tolī tubissa hen issare denied hen such?” my flame, what grants me the honor of having my betrothed in my presence after days of being denied of such? his eyebrow raised teasing her but there was a hint of bitterness in his tone that wasn’t looked past by the princess.

“may i invite you to take a walk with me, my prince?” she asked politely as he nodded falling into step beside her as they walked through the gardens.

a tense silence blanketed the two royals as they walked in step with each other, hands so close to brushing each other with how close they were. months ago, they would watch each other walk the same paths in the garden with each other’s betrothed with spite as they watched their betrothed try to swoon them over with flattery that would take them nowhere—nothing would swoon them over. no amount of riches, fame and flattery could. they just weren’t who plagued their thoughts.

“will you ever tell me why you’ve been actively avoiding me or shall i tickle it out of you?” jeonghan piped up as he stared down at her.

“i have not been avoiding you. i’m just busy with wedding preparations—”

“bullshit! i have been busy with my own share of wedding preparations but will always have time to spend with you. what have i done ñuha perzys?” he demanded standing infront of her as she peered up at him.

“for someone as smart as you are, you are quite dense.”

“ivestragon nyke kostilus, nyke daor gūrogon se lyka treatment hen ao mirre longer ñuha perzys.” tell me please, i cannot take the silent treatment from you any longer my flame. he begged as he grasps her hand in his own.

“a duty.” she whispered watching his face morph into a confused expression.

“you called me and our betrothal a fucking duty to the crown.” she glared at him as realization passes him.

“ñuha perzys, you are a duty i would gladly fulfill until my last breath but you are not only that to me. however, i would rather tell you that in a more private setting rather than the gardens where someone could easily eavesdrop into our conversation.” he explained as he kissed the back of her hand.

“sepār ȳdragon isse Valyrīha, mērī īlon drējī shifang se udrir isse īlva lentor se se people kesīr.” just speak in valyrian, only we truly understand the language in our family and the people here. she uttered pulling her hand away creating some distance from him.

he sighed pressing his lips together but nodded. he gathered his thoughts as she stared at him, jaw clenching as she absentmindedly bit on her lip.

“fuck—don’t do that.” he whispered.

“speak or i’ll leave.”

“i will—just. fuck.”

jeonghan was never this bothered by any woman. he was used to women fawning and lusting over him usually throwing the bodies against his hoping to receive a reaction from him (they don’t) before he pushes them away in disgust. so how was it that by simply biting with her lips, he could feel his self restraint thinning fast.

“i’m serious. i will leave.”

“don’t.” he pleaded.

she narrowed her eyes at her betrothed as she stared at his tense form. she could faintly make out the built of his body from the way his sweat made his clothes stick to his body. she gulped trying to rid of the unholy thoughts running through her head.

“nyke gōntan daor mazōregon emare naejot dīnagon ao sepār kesrio syt nyke viewed ao hae such. iksan daor mēre qilōni kessa dīnagon syt political reasons iā mirros tolie than se fact se ābra nyke dīnagon iksis se ābra nyke jorrāelagon. nyke gōntan daor chase qrīdrughagon mirre lī ābrar, ossēnagon mirre lī lords, gūrogon multiple blames syt anyone. ao gīmigon se type hen issaros iksan ñuha perzys.” i did not accept having to marry you just because i viewed you as such. i am not one who will marry for political reasons or anything other than the fact the woman i marry is the woman i love. i did not chase away all those women, murder all those lords, take multiple blames for anyone. you know the type of person i am my flame.

he thought about the lords he’d torture and feed vhagar after hearing such disgusting and crude marks about her—people who viewed and lusted her as just some royal whore made his blood boil. he swore that as long as he lived, he would kill such disgusting animals without any mercy.

“eman dedicated ñuha ābrar naejot ao. nyke promised nykēla bona hae bōsa hae ao sagon biare kesan gaomagon everything isse ñuha power bona ziry stays bona ñuhoso. bona daor ōdrikagon kessa mirre māzigon naejot ao. kostan daor sagon se sȳrje rȳ expressing ñuha emotions rȳ udra yn nyke hope bona hēnkirī kesan sagon able naejot. jaelan īlva naejot sagon isse iā biare dīnilūks ñuha perzys. mērī ao se eman keskydoso inferno bona burns deep iemnȳ īlva. īlon we’re va moriot meant naejot zālagon brighter hēnkirī. lo nyke could urnēptre ao skorkydoso olvie nyke jorrāelatan ao nyke would” i have dedicated my life to you. i promised myself that as long as you're happy i will do everything in my power that it stays that way. that no harm will ever come to you. i may not be the best at expressing my emotions through words but i hope that together i will be able to. i want us to be in a happy marriage my flame. only you and i have the same inferno that burns deep within us. we we’re always meant to burn brighter together. if i could show you how much i loved you i would.

he watched her for any reactions from him basically professing his love and dedication to her. he was practically calling her his already.

“pār urnēptre me—prove naejot nyke bona ao aren’t verdagon bisa bē sepār naejot mazverdagon nyke rȳbagon skoros jaelan naejot rȳbagon.” then show me—prove to me that you aren’t making this up just to make me hear what i want to hear.

her eyes burned into his own, a look of need behind them. she needed him to prove whatever he said to be true. it was a harsh environment they lived in, they needed each other to get through it alive besides, two dragons are better than one right? his head was foggy as he made his decision but he knew this was the way he could prove his feelings towards her.

he kissed her. he heard her breath hitch as his lips crashed against hers.

“i’d do anything for you, ñuha perzys.” his hands gripping her waist as he whispered between kisses. “you just have to say it.”

his touch sent tingles through her entire body. he had touched her before but never this way, it felt addicting to touch her that way—in ways only he could.

“tell me what you want. i promise you i’ll give it to you, anything you want.”

“you.” she whispered as their lips brushed against each other.

“i want you jeonghan. i’ve waited long enough to have you this way ñuha jorrāelagon. i will not wait any longer.”

never had jeonghan imagined the day he would hear her speak such words towards him—all those years of pining and protecting her had taken him to this position. she was a magnificent sight to him. he had always seen her in such way despite knowing of the many personalities that she displays to certain people. she held herself in power and bravery without doubt with a fire behind her actions. she was always his flame.

“eman waited tolī bōsa naejot rȳbagon lī udra issare uttered hen aōha lips ñuha jorrāelagon.” i have waited too long to hear those words being uttered from your lips my love.

“i’m sorry for making you wait,” she had pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his neck as he gripped her closer to him.

“i would wait a thousand years to be with you, ñuha jorrāelagon.”

“you do not need to wait any longer. i am here now.” she smiled as she pressed her lips against his.

they kissed each other as if they were starved, jeonghan’s tongue sliding into her mouth as she moaned at the feeling of his hands grabbing unto her ass. she moved forward slightly pressing herself harder against him as he groaned at the feeling of her breasts pressed against his chest.

he pulled away foreheads touching as they caught their breaths. he smiled kissing her softly before cupping her face in his hands.

“let me take you somewhere more private.” he whispered as she nodded.

letting herself laugh as he took her hand into his and dragged her into his chambers. what they would be doing was immoral but neither had cared at that point. they were getting married soon anyways what difference would it make?

jeonghan takes the sight of her in his chambers in. she had been in there before but it was different now. her visits once used to be of innocent banter and chatter but it succeeded that now.

a smile ghosts across his lips as he slowly brushes a stray lock of her hair away from her face as she leaned in towards his touch. he kissed along her neck smiling as he heard her breath hitch tangling her fingers in his long locks.

he hummed as he nipped at her neck leaving bruises in his wake. his hands were running along the curve of her breasts to the curve of her back leaving her breathless.

“you have no idea how long i have been imagining seeing you in this light dearest sister. do you touch yourself at the thought of me?” he asked, pulling the fabric of her dress down to swirl his tongue on her nipple.

“always.” she breathed biting back a moan. “gods just touch me already.” the way his tongue swirled around her nipple and his featherlight touches had her arousal pooling between her legs.

“mmm…patience, little one.” he whispered against her skin, goosebumps rising.

her chest rose and fell, eyebrows furrowing at the pleasure she was getting from just his tongue. he’d tease her another time—he wanted her now.

jeonghan pulled his tunic off in a swift move, his trousers coming off just as quick. her eyes followed his movements, widening at the sight of him. was he going to fit in her? the thought sending shivers down her spine as he kissed her.

she had wrapped her legs on his hips, their cores brushing against each other earning moans from both of them. he was intoxicated with the way she coated his dick with her slick. he wanted more. he needed more.

he had kissed her with a ferocity he had held back all those years. he walked them towards the edge of his bed. gently he lowered her to his bed his lips peppering kisses on her chest down to her waist until he reacher her inner thighs.

“jeonghan.” she moaned out as his nose brushed her clit.

“relax, ñuha perzys.”

he licked her cunt, eyes watching as she wriggled in pleasure as he drank every drop of arousal he could get out of you. pleasure pooled in your lower regions as he stuck his tongue into you whilst his fingers played with your clit.

“seven fucking hells! yes just like that.” she cursed as she pushed his head deeper into her.

he chuckled as he continued his pace of pushing two fingers into her inserting another one to stretch her out futher, he could feel her getting close as her walls clenched around his fingers. the knot in her stomach painfully tight as her legs squished his head his tongue sending her over the edge.

he licked her arousal as she rode out her high. eyes fluttering shut as jeonghan pulled away to kiss her on the lips wanting to taste herself on his tongue.

he kissed her deeper as he aligned himself to her cunt, brushing his tip against her sensitive clit causing her to moan out once more.

“i need you inside me, please…” she pulled away from their kiss.

“it’s going to hurt for a bit ñuha perzys.” his eyes met hers as she nodded.

he rubbed circles into her hip as he coated his entire length with her arousal before sliding into her all the way to the hilt. she moaned feeling so full of him, falling back against the pillow. he kissed her as he allowed her to adjust to his size.

she could feel the pain subside before the immense pressure she felt. he moaned as he felt her clench around him.

“gods that feels so good.” she moaned out as she tapped his shoulder to make him start moving.

jeonghan peppered kisses along her neck and chest as he pulled out until the tip of his dick before bottoming out.

“seven fucking hells you fit me perfectly.” he growled into her ear as he rammed into her at a fast pace.

he reached around her to roll her nipple between his finger with her crying out in pleasure.

“you are my flame, princess. i crave your fire as i crave you.”

she had felt a sense of cockiness go through her as she heard those words fall from his lips. she had ripped herself away from him and pushed him to lay on the bed with a growl. she ran her fingers over the skin on his abdomen, lightly dragging her nails across his skin, making goosebumps appear. she had straddled his hips, aligning his dick against her core. with eyes locked on his, she slowly sank herself all the way down to his balls, mouth falling open as he stretched her.

“you’re fucking gorgeous, ñuha perzys,” jeonghan breathed as he gripped her hips, “fuck me. be my good girl and ride my dick.”

she did as he requested using his chest as leverage rolling her hips as she bounced on top of him. each time she came down his dick hit deep inside her hitting that one spot that made her see stars and clench around him.

she was losing herself with every new sensation she felt, every minute of her riding him pushing her closer to the edge of madness. jeonghan’s hands was busy pinching and tugging her nipple as the other reached between them to stroke the bundle of nerves.

“you’re doing so well,” he cooed. “just like that love…”

gods, he would be the cause of her undoing.

“jeonghan…i’m close…” she cried out as her head fell back.

and in one smooth motion, the prince had rolled them over, pinning her hands over her head. pounding into her at a brutal pace, jeonghan had latched his mouth to her breast, catching her nipple between his teeth and pushing her over the edge.

“jeonghan!” she screamed his name as her orgasm exploded through her, tearing through her and leaving her a panting mess beneath him.

“fuck…” he cursed out, pumping in and out of her chasing his own high before he finally came spilling himself inside her.

she had looked up at him, finding affection gracing his features. she had cupped his face bringing his face to her own to kiss him.

“does that prove how much i longed for you?” he asked as he pulled away from her breathless.

“it has, ñuha jorrāelagon.” she had smiled as he settled down beside her drapping the furs on their naked bodies.

“remember this,” he had run his fingers through her locks as she settled on the crook of his neck. “i would give the world to you if you asked me to. i will let the world burn if it meant you’d be mine for eternity. that is how much i love you.”

“i am yours as the sea belongs to the moon, the way dragons belong to the skies, and the way the embers in my heart only burn for you. you are the fire that i would conquer kingdoms for. my soul will forever be entangled into yours, as long as i shall live.”

jeonghan knew then that no matter what he would be the cause of the world’s demise if ever the god’s that reigned over them decide to play their ruthless games on her because she was what kept him away from the madness that always seemed to grab a hold of them.

they were from the same fire—always destined to burn together.

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 12

Part 1 Part 11

Steve’s starting to like Eddie the Freak Munson. It would be a problem if he thought they’d ever get out of here. He can almost hear Carol’s derision and Tommy’s violence should Eddie deign to speak to him in front of witnesses. They’d snicker into their milk cartons about torrid love affairs and queerness being communicable, as if there was no other reason for Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson to be seen together. 

It would take minutes for Carol’s whispers to grow sharp, teeth bared into listening ears until Steve joins Eddie as person non grata to the Hawkins populace. Tommy would find Eddie opening his locker and slam his head into it, using fists and nails and slurs to make his opinion known. 

Steve misses them. 

But, he has Eddie now. Eddie, who says what he means. Who’s bandaged Steve up, pulled him off bathroom floors and grocery store aisles, and vine-filled alleyways. And he’s so goddamn distracting, Steve sometimes forgets how scared he is.

“Dungeons and dragons is like, for the creme de le creme, Harrington,” he says, pacing the length of his shoebox living room, gesturing wildly with one hand while the other throws his fucked-up dice up and down with surprising dexterity. “While you jocks are playing your sports ball, the rest of us are learning the ways of the blade.”

Steve laughs. “No, fucking way, man.”

Eddie spins, waggling his finger condescendingly in Steve’s face, towering over him where he’s seated on the Munson’s springy couch. “The blade is metaphorical, my liege, but the mettle we test and the bonds we strengthen are not!”

Steve leans back in his seat, slouching away from Eddie’s closeness. “You’re such a nerd.” He means it as a joke, but the way Eddie’s mouth twists makes regret curdle in his intestines. “So how does this work?” he asks, gesturing to the die now clutched in Eddie’s palm.

Eddie smiles, still leaning over him, dimples popping, before dropping to sit crisscross in front of Steve with alarming speed. He holds his hand out, throwing the die into Steve’s lap.

“Now, we’re talking Stevie,” Eddie says, flapping his hands, before shoving them beneath his butt and letting his bent knees flap instead. “It’s easy.”

Steve looks down at the die. It’s white and translucent, the red of the light from the windows turning it a soft pink. The edges feel almost sharp as he turns it over in his fingers, counting the sides. The numbers aren’t like normal dice, with the dots. They’re just numbers, slowly counting up, 1, 2, 3, all the way to twenty. 

“There’s a dungeon master, moi,” he says, gesturing with grandiosity toward himself, “who spins a tale for the rest of the party.” Steve nods along, like he knows what a party means, or what a dungeon master is. “Alright, you ready, Stevie?”

“What? Munson, I didn’t agree to–”

Eddie jumps up, making Steve startle back, barely keeping hold of the die. “Sir Steven, arrives at the front of a castle. It’s covered in vines, they’re trailing up the windows, making it impossible to see the glass that covers them.” 

Steve glances at the windows of the Munson trailer, the way the vines have blocked out more of the light, leaving trailing shadows like vines to cast shapes across the stained carpet. 

“Sir Steven unmounts his horse,” Eddie says, miming lifting his leg off an imaginary beast and jumping down to the ground. Steve can almost picture it. “What do you do?”

Eddie’s making an almost uncomfortable amount of eye contact, eye’s shining with more life than he’s shown in what has to be days. “I go into the castle,” Steve replies, voice lilting in question. Is there a right answer?

Eddie claps his hands three times, quick and quiet, grinning as he drops back down, this time on the coffee table,  leaning toward Steve. “Roll the die.”

Steve looks down at the die in his hand. He leans to the side, rolling it on the table by Eddie’s side. The clatter it makes as it bounces sounds loud in the absence of this world. It stops. Steve leans over at the same time as Eddie, Eddie’s hair tickling the back of his neck with the way it trails down. 

“A nineteen!” Eddie says excitedly. “The door knob turns easily, both unlocked and well-oiled enough not to make a sound despite its apparent age. You walk into the castle. It’s dark in the foyer, but there’s a candle inexplicably lit, beckoning you up the stairs. Your armored feet clack loudly on the worn-down wooden floors as you walk up them. You reach the candle, what do you do?”

“I pick up the candle?” Steve asks. 

Eddie picks up the die, putting it back into Steve’s hands. He rolls it. “Three?”

Eddie clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “Just as you pick up the candle, it’s as if a breeze rolls through the whole castle. You keep a hold on the candlestick, but the flame goes out. You freeze. Sir Steven, you’re practically shaking in your boots! And then, a voice, dark and grating snarls out of the darkness in front of you, ‘who dares disturb my slumber??”

Steve looks down at the die, that damning three staring back at him. “So, low numbers make bad things happen, and high numbers make something good?” he asks. 

Eddie waffles his hand back and forth, “sorta,” he says, pickup the die up off the coffee table and throwing it in the air again. “It’s more like, whether or not you complete that one action you list correctly. Like, a one is going to make you miss your target if you’re firing at something, yeah, but it doesn’t say anything about whether you should’ve been firing the gun in the first place.”

Steve digests this. “It’s kind of like sports stats,” he says, thinking aloud. “A high number of assists means you’re helping get the ball in the hoop, but it doesn’t say anything about how the game’s gonna go.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Eddie replies. 

SIlence falls between them, the only sound the quiet slap of the die hitting Eddie’s palm. Steve waits. And waits. And waits. His impatience grows, “Well?”

Eddie snaps his eyes to Steve’s face, brow furrowed. “Well, what?”

“What happens with the sleeping dude?”

Eddie’s eyes open wide, more whites than pupil, as his mouth drops open, seemingly shocked by something Steve doesn’t understand. It takes him a second to continue, but he does.

Steve fights off some old magical wizard dude, destroying the castle and breaking the wizard’s curse in the process. He crumbles to dust. It’s kind of sad. He tells Eddie as much, only to get laughed at.

“He was tired, man,” he says. “All he wanted was for his nightmare to end, and someone to help him rest.”

Steve looks back at the vines crawling up the windows, and can’t help but empathize. 

“I don’t know man,” he says. “Sports seem easier.”

Eddie laughs. “Sports are boring, Harrington. What’s there even to like about throwing a ball through a hoop like a bunch of cavemen?”

“It’s like,” Steve starts, before stalling out. Staring down at his knees. He’s still thinking about the wizard and how sad and tired he must’ve been. There’s something to be said about a game that doesn’t leave you in a moral quandary, wondering if assisted suicide is okay if the dude is tired and old enough. 

“It’s like, when I’m swimming, or running the ball up the court, I’m so in my body that I’m out of it, you know?” Steve asks. “I don’t have to think about anything but the next step. Does that make sense?”

When he looks up from his knees, Eddie’s cheeks are rosy, and he’s holding a piece of hair in front of his mouth again. “Sure,” he says, voice almost squeaking out before he clears it, dropping it past his normal register, “That makes sense.”

Steve laughs. “Whatever, man.”

There are two feelings warring in Steve’s stomach. He’s more comfortable, here on a ratty couch playing a nerd game with Eddie Munson than he can ever remember being. He’s terrified of getting out, terrified of staying here, terrified of what waits for them outside these walls.

The feelings coalesce in his stomach, making him queasy. Or maybe he’s just hungry. He can almost smell the bacon frying on the griddle, can almost see Eddie in the booth across from him. 

Maybe they can play his nerd game while they wait for a coffee refill. Steve sighs, not thinking of Tommy and Carol at all. 

Part 13

[angstywaifu]

The Lost Sister - Part 16

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC A/N: Hope you guys are excited, we are about to start diving into Ophelia's signet! Let me know your thoughts on what you think it could be!

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As I dismount Mealladh after finishing flight training for the day, I hear Tairn growl. So loud to ground shakes slightly. I look up to see his eyes trained on someone. Dain. And he looks angry, more so than usual. Tairn clearly does not like the sight of him as he bares his teeth at him, saliva pooling on the ground beneath him.

Remind me to never annoy you. I say to Mealladh through the bond.

She chuckles. I will never get that angry at you unless you do something stupid. Which I highly doubt.

My bond with Mealladh was getting strong quickly. We could easily communicate with each other, shield each other out with ease. Even without having taken a single Signet Training class. So far the only one in our squad to show a signet had been Sawyer. He could control metal. Nearly took his opponents arm off in challenges when it manifested. Ridoc had told us the story over one of our meals. He thought it was the coolest thing he had ever seen. When would I get my signet? What would it be? They always said the signet represented the rider. Something about their personality or something to aid them. Something they needed. Every time I had tried to think about what it could be I came up short.

Rhiannon appears next to me as Dain slowly approaches Violet. “What do you think that’s about?”

I shake my head. “No idea. But Dain looks angry and Tairn does not look pleased about it.”

”No he does not.” We both laugh.

As it was our last class of the day we were waiting for Violet. All of us usually headed back to the dorms together before . As Tairn takes off Violet looks over to us and motions for us to leave. She had obviously agreed to talk to Dain.

”Have they talked since threshing?” I ask Rhiannon as we start to walk back down to the Quadrant, Ridoc and Sawyer not far ahead.

She shakes her head. “Don’t think so. She hasn’t mentioned if he has. And she would have.”

I nod. “That could be an interesting conversation they’re about to have then.”

”I’d love to be a fly on the wall for that one.” She adds with a smirk.

”Definitely. He says one wrong thing and she’s gonna rip into him.”

As if on queue I hear loud voices behind me. I turn my head to see they’ve barely made it a few steps and she is already angry at him. Poor boy. But he did this to himself. He’d been trying to baby her, send her to the scribes where he thought she belonged. But Violet had been thriving here despite her the limitations of her body. Hell she had bonded the strongest dragon in the Quadrant. Hell she had gotten two dragons. Something no one had ever seen before. And yet he still saw her as this poor frail girl that needed protection. I was thankful Garrick and Xaden had pretty much looked past that with me. I had made sure to prove I was not the girl they left behind in Aretia. I had grown, I had changed. I had adapted to survive. Not that I had much choice. Though I probably could have refused and ended up dead or locked in a cell. I chose the option that kept me alive. The option that got me back to my family, and as close to home that I could get.

The afternoon sun blinds me for a moment as we walk into the courtyard, busy with other riders now that classes are out for the day. I feel that familiar feeling and look over to see Xaden and Garrick leaning against the Academic Building, as if watching over their domain. Their eyes immediately meet mine.

”So what’s going on with you and Tavis?” Asks Ridoc as we stop just inside the courtyard, waiting for Violet to catch up. “Made it official yet now you’ve done the deed.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

Rhiannon groans and rolls her eyes at him. “Really? You still call sex the deed? How old are you again?”

”Hey I was just trying to be more subtle about it in case anyone was listening.” He defends with his hands raised.

”Then don’t ask in a courtyard filled with almost the entire quadrant?” I bite back a laugh at her sassy remark.

”It’s fine Rhi. But if you must know, not yet.” I tell him bluntly.

”Was-”

”And I am not telling you details.” I say as I cut him off causing Sawyer and Rhiannon to laugh at his annoyed face.

Violet storms into the courtyard, clearly not pleased after her conversation with Dain. I laugh as she looks over at Xaden and gives him the middle finger as he arches an eyebrow at her. He can probably sense her mood through the bond. His gaze flickers to Dain who walks through the archway looking sorry for himself.

”Everything all right?” Rhiannon asks as she walks up to us.

”Dain is an ass -”

”MAKE IT STOP!” Someone screams as they run down the steps at an alarming speed, holding his head between his hands as if he was in pain. Not if. He was in pain.

I don’t know his name, but I know he’s one of the first years in third wing. He sits near us in battle brief.

“For gods, sake, make it stop!” He screams again, stumbling into the courtyard.

Every rider is on alert. Hands hovering over weapons ready to attack. Mine move to the daggers on my thighs. Next to Violet I see Xaden and Garrick move forward in a defensive stance, ready to jump in at a moments notice. The riders slowly creep forward, a circle forming around him. He was manifesting his signet. And something in my gut told me it wasn’t good.

”Jeremiah!” A cadet shouts as they rush forward.

”You!” He yells as he spins towards a third year, pointing his finger at him. “You think I’ve lost it!” The way his eyes flare and the tilt of his head, I don’t blame the third year. All of us are thinking it. “How does he know? He shouldn’t know!”

That’s when it clicks. He’s inntinnsic. The one signet that means instant death. All of our thoughts are open to him. And the thought makes my blood turn cold.

”And you!” He spins around, this time to a second year. “What the hell is wrong with him? Why is he screaming?”

He spins towards Dain. “Is Violet going to hate me forever? Why can’t she see that I just want to keep her alive? How is he…? He’s reading my thoughts!”

I have to give Jeremiah some credit. He mimicked Dain’s tone almost perfectly. I look over at Violet to see she looks just as terrified as the rest of us. Xaden and Garrick step forward, shoving Ridoc aside as they move up next to Violet and I who were at the front of our group. Everyone grasps their weapons as Jeremiah unsheathes his shortsword.

”Make it stop! Can’t any of you see? The thoughts won’t stop!” He’s panicking.

”Xaden. You need to do something.” I say sternly, dagger now gripped in my right hand.

He nods before turning to Violet. “Start mentally reciting whatever bookish shit you’ve learned.”

She looks at him confused.

He looks at both of us. “If you value your secrets, clear your thoughts. Now.”

Shit. I quickly slam up my shield as hard as I can. Try to recite what ever useless information I can as well.

”And you!” My heart drops as his eyes lock onto Garrick. “Damn it all to hell. He’ll know about Are-” He barely gets his sentence out before Xaden’s shadows wrap around his mouth, silencing him.

All I can do is stare at Jeremiah. To anyone else Are could have been anything. Could have been any word. But with Xaden’s reaction, I know its not nothing. Something in my heart knows what he was about to say. He was about to say Aretia. My home. Our home. That was destroyed years ago. But why would Garrick have been thinking about it.

Something tugs in my mind. And it isn’t Mealladh. It’s as if something else is there. I focus how Melgren had taught me. I’m in the courtyard back in Aretia. My home. To my left is the throne room door, where I can see Mealladh’s red and white presence glowing around the door I’ve shut off. But at the end of the courtyard is something else. Another presence wrapped in… black shadows? Just like Jeremiah was now. Something in me is calling to pull at it, investigate. I feel my left hand twitch as if wanting to tug on it. I’m so focused on it I don’t even see the professor rush towards Jeremiah. My left hand flexes as my mind tugs on the presence in my courtyard in my head. But as I do so the professor grips his head and a crack echoes off the walls. But I hear it louder in my head as the presence disappears as well as the shadows. Everyone’s so focused on the professor and Jeremiah to notice my recoil. Everyone except for two. As I snap out of it I look over to see Xaden and Garrick staring at me wide eyed. Their eyes darting between me and the floor. Underneath my foot is a deep but short crack. One that was definitely not there before. I can tell from the slight scorch mark and power radiating from it. They go to start towards me but I push through the crowd and use my size to get away before they can get to me. Yet again I am running away as Garrick calls my name from behind me. Part 17 Tag List: @riorgail @going-through-shit @fw-gt @bbkissme99 @xceafh @leptitlu @came-to-laugh-but-cried @onthewaytotimbuktu @daardyrnitta

[cyberr-v0id]

I should probably make a proper introduction post so here goes

Hi hey hello wassup sup howdy hola hooray

My name is Hecate but I also go by *lists a ton of names because I am genderfluid as hell, can’t choose just one, have a complicated relationship with my irl name, and eventually toss aside every name I go by* here’s the link to my full name post: https://www.tumblr.com/cyberr-v0id/731097944976228352/ok-so-as-i-apparently-use-a-lot-of-names-here-are

My main blog is @cyberr-v0id but I have a ton of side blogs, because I’m addicted to cool usernames??? Apparently??? But I’m only really active on four or five of them

I use he/she/they/fae and occasionally it sets of pronouns, and I am a genderfluid, afab, asexual, lesbian oriented demiromantic. Deal with it or leave :)

I currently have a crush on one of my awesome friends because I only develop crushes on people I have a strong bond with and/or have know for a while . Aka: my friends. It can be low-key awkward but we roll

I am Romani but don’t travel because reasons and I am kinda detached from my culture, but heck of I don’t defend it till my last breath

Now onto what I am interested in ehhehehehe

I AM SO GOSHDARN TOTALLY BRAIN IN THE SAND EYES GOUGED OUT INSANELY OBSESSED WITH ODYSSEUS RN. ITS A PROBLEM. IT KEEPS COMING BACK. IS THIS A HYPER FIXATION??? IS THIS A SPECIAL INTEREST? I HAVENT BEEN DIAGNOSED WITH (oh wait I should probably put that down as information then come back to my interests)

Ok so, I have never been diagnosed with anything ✨brain wise✨ however pretty much every autistic person I have ever met has said that they think I might be as well, without me even bringing it up, including my AuDHD brother. My mother has said repeatedly throughout my lifetime comments such as ‘are you sure you’re not autistic’ and ‘that is very autistic or you maybe we should get you diagnosed’ but then she denies it if i bring it up

My dad thinks I am adhd, my mum thinks I would be add rather than adhd because I am, to quote, ‘not hyperactive like [brothers name] is’. He is a twelve year old boy. I am a fifteen year old girl. I also take apart all my pens in lessons if I don’t have something less destructible to fidget with. Take that how you will

I personally have done a lot of of research into the both, and feel that I could be either, but slightly more likely adhd

I have a weird issue with my feet where the bones are too close together in places, which means I have really clicky ankle joints, am much more likely to have my ankles roll, twist, or give way, and often my legs hurt pretty bad, and my feet as well, while walking or standing for a long time. But hey! They’re getting better finally :D

OK SO NOW MY INTERESTS

I AM LITERALLY SO OBSESSED WITH ODYSSEUS HE IS ALL I HACE BEEN ABLE TO THINK ABOUT FOR LIKE THREE WEEKS NOW, I HAVE BEEN HIGHLIGHTING HIS NAME EVERY TIME I SEE IT IN THE ILIAD, I HAVE LISTENED TO THE EPIC MUSICAL EVERY NIGHT FOR OVER A WEEK, AND THIS IS ONLY THE SECOND TIME THIS YEAR THAT MY OBSESSION HAS APPEARED. AND IT GETS WORSE BY THE DAY.

I HAVE LITERALLY SAT AND RESEARCHED HIM AT BREAKFAST, I HAVE RANTED ABOUT HIM YO EVERY MEMBER OF MY FRIEND GROUP AND MY CRUSH SO MANY TIMES, MY ENGLISH TEACHER HAS BEEN SUBJECTED TO TWO ODYSSEUS RANTS THIS WEEK AND I HAD TO RESTRAIN MYSELF FROM INFODUMPING ON ONE OF MY MUSICAL THEATRE TEACHERS.

THE ONLY THING STOPPING ME FROM CREATING ODYSSEUS FAN ART IS MY ART SKILLS

Ahem

Onto other interests:

• mythology in general but the one I know the most about and am obsessed with the most is Greek mythology

• the owl house

• Percy Jackson, obviously

• amphibia

• the inheritance cycle

• the dragon prince

• miss peregrines home for peculiar children

•avatar the last air bender

•dragon age absolution

• how to train your dragon (books, films, series)

•the wizards of once

•dragons themself as a thing

•folklore and faeries

• nimona

•Dracula

•redwall

•and a heck ton more that I cannot think of. I’ll rant about it eventually if I love it that much

The main sports I do rn are archery, paddle boarding, and skateboarding, as well as dance through my musical theatre group. Also lightsaber fighting in my street

I do art and writing and reading and acting and lots more I do a lot and then I abandon my hobbies for a while, and jewelry making and sewing and

I’ll link some more posts here that may be useful to y’all:

And remember, this blog is ran by an Odysseus obsessed teen above all else

[twinflameauwof]

what’s the lore of the world? like what’s going on? the conflicts some may say (i love all the art you’ve posted btw)

aaaaaa I’m genuinely so glad I got this questionnnnn!!! (YAP FEST HERE WE GO)

I’m not the best at explaining things, but basically in Pyrrhia, there are 8 tribes instead of the canon 7, and that extra tribe is the Mistwings. The Mistwings are descendants of a large group of Rainwings, Seawings and Icewings that somehow formed a society together. This resulted in the Mistwings, dragons that are a mystery to the outside world, no one knows they exist.

They live deep in the rainforest, where the land was enchanted by an ancient Animus to have constant mist falling over it, and the Rainwings are too scared to enter it. The enchanted object is called The Ghostflame, and after a princess wins a challenge against the queen, the former queen will stick around until a new heir is secured, and then she will disappear into the forest, this is believed to “feed” the Ghostflame.

Anyways, moving on from those guys, the Sandwings are basically the Nightwings in this situation, pretty much everyone see’s them as self-righteous, full of themselves, hoarder dragons because of previous queens, and the current queen, Mirage, is making many attempts to de-stigmatize her tribe, which isn’t helped by many rebellious Sandwings going out and doing whatever they want to please themselves, this results in late Mudwing Queen Fern’s death.

MudWings are nomadic, being tough enough to traverse through nearly any environment (except the Ice Kingdom), many troops leave the kingdom to cultivate and sell unique goods.

Nightwings are how they were in Darkstalker’s book, basically, and under the royal family, there are three Nobel houses named after the three moons, Oracle, Perception, and Imperial.

Seawings are split between three societies, the Deep Kingdom, the Sea Kingdom, and the Reef Kingdom. The “DeepWings” are a group of Seawings that live out in the open ocean, pulling rafts behind them for proper resting and feasts, they technically have a “queen” but it’s less traditional. The Seawings are closed off and often don’t participate in many inter-tribe events except for the royal family. The “ReefWings” are far more social, living half in the ocean and half on beaches, their scales are more colorful than the others’, and they are responsible for most trade. The “Council of Pearls” is a group of regal dragons from all 3 segments that make decisions.

The IceWings aren’t doing the best, but they’re not doing bad, their last queen, Chorus, died of an illness soon after having her first egg, leaving her husband, Silver, to fill the roll until their (luckily) daughter could grow to fill the roll. In this version, the Icewings are less isolated, and have one of the greatest armies on the continent.

Queen Talon of the Skywings loves being entertained, which is why the Skywing Arena still exists in this AU. However, instead of it being essentially an execution, it is seen as a way for dragons to earn glory. There are very strict rules in place to keep dragons from being harmed severely, any heavy injuries can lead to suspension and even being banned from The Arena.

Rainwings are also very similar to canon, except for the other tribe’s opinions on them, in this AU, their venom is common knowledge, and it is well known the amount of damage they could do if involved in a war. They do not write scrolls (although they can still read/write, just not often) instead, they share stories and teaching orally, they are believed to have one of the best schooling systems of the continent.

I hope this was sufficient information! Much of this AU is still being worked on, and Pantala is being covered by the other owner of this account, so I don’t have much info on that, and I’m also not completely finished with the lore and culture for each tribe (I made some of this up on the fly lol) so if anyone’s curious about something specific, please ask, it will force me to continue thinking about this! (Which is a good thing, trust me)

[wackapedia]

Lucerys Velaryon And The Color Blue

Lucerys Velaryon x sea creature! reader You’ve existed for years beyond measure, exploring the known world and observing the tides as civilization changes. Its a lonely life, being the only one of your kind, until a gentle young prince discovers you and keeps you company.

Wordcount: 1,536

Warnings: Just the tides and other sea creatures, a brief mention of what happened at Storm’s End

The water has always been your home. Years and years, maybe even before civilizations you've roamed the vast seas of this world. There was no one else like you. Fish, both ancient and modern, the great golden Kraken herself, sea dragons, leviathan whales, and the drowned god all came and went, but you remained like a stubborn constant of the world. You never really found meaning to your existence, your long life is both a gift and a curse of nature.

Some time ago you found yourself near a fairly new island. There was a volcanic eruption here some time ago that caused this crust of land to rise. They built a castle on it and people came and went. 

and flying dragons, too.

This was the first time you met Lucerys Velaryon.

He was still a small being, clinging to his mother as he disembarked the ship. You kept yourself hidden under the tides as you observe the family.

The first few days you always saw him near the beach, sobbing, if not crying to himself. For the first time in years, you leave the waters, your feet itching at the rough texture of sand. Using the few words you knew of the common tongue, you became fast friends with the young prince and grew up with him until he became a young man.

"Where are you going, Lucerys Velaryon?" You asked him one morning when he came to see you by the shore to say goodbye. He used to ask you to call him with the shortened version of his name, but it didn't feel right, cutting one's name short for your own convenience. In time he got tired of asking you and just rolled with it.

"My grandfather will reaffirm my inheritance as the future lord of the tides." He sighs worriedly. His recent duties have been stressing him out as of late. You didn't understand why things needed reaffirming. 

"I am the lady of the tides! I can reaffirm you here and make you my lord!" You suggest. Lucerys laughs awkwardly.

To prove to him that you weren't jesting, you proclaim him as your Lord Of The Tides, raining sand upon his hair. He quickly pats it away, laughing genuinely this time.

You've grown up together but your mindset remained simple. He doesn't bother correcting you. He thinks of himself as a bad teacher, and he wanted you to keep your innocence of the surface world. With sand still on his hair and clothing, he bid his goodbye and left for King's Landing.

Lucerys knew you weren't like him or the rest of the race of men. From a distance, you looked quite human, but there was a certain gait and cadence in you that was both pleasing and unnatural. His mother once said there are certain wonders in the world that can not be discerned by our minds and it's best not to spoil them with scrutiny.

Upon his return, Lucerys Velaryon rarely came up to see you on the beach. You scaled the walls of the castle to watch him pour over his books and scrolls and lists of things that didn't matter. The first time you called him from the window of the castle, he smiled and pulled you in through the window. And then scolded you for climbing dangerously. "The rocks are sharp and the tides are unpredictable!" He warned.

"Not if they're my friends!" You respond.

You spent the afternoon watching him stare at multiple pages of paper. He said it's called reading.

When you got awfully bored, he tours you through the castle, showing you different rooms and furniture. They all seem unimpressive to you but it felt rude to say it so you kept your silence.

The second time you scale the rocks to his room, he catches you and escorts you through the doors, sternly telling you to never do it again. You do it again several times anyway. 

Mostly he ignores you or shuts the curtains on you. You toss shells and pebbles into the room just to catch his attention, and sometimes it works.

Lucerys Velaryon gathers your little gifts, keeping them neatly piled in a corner of his room. You spend your days looking for nice rocks and shells to offer him, hoping to pique his interest.

You get distracted with your search, bringing you to great distances. You return days later, bringing bags of shells and rocks from different corners of the world. This time you don't toss them in. You make a neat little stack of about five or six shells and pebbles by his windowsill, entertaining yourself by keeping them balanced. Lucerys Velaryon watches you from across the window and he smiles a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He smiles but he doesn't speak to you anymore.

The stacks of pebbles and shells grow, filling the lower edge of his window and still, he doesn't spare you a word.

Until one afternoon.

"I am promised to another." His deep voice almost startles you while you were clinging to the edge of his window. 

'Promised' was an unfamiliar word in the common tongue. He must've noticed your confusion.

"I am to marry someone else." He says again, eyes sad and downcast.

Marriage was also a mysterious concept for you, but this was a little more familiar.

"Do you want to marry someone else?" you ask, tilting your head in puzzlement.

"I have to. It is my duty to my family."

He sighs and returns to his books and scrolls when he realized he was making you more confused.

"You don't have to if you don't want to" You offer, not understanding what the conflict was.

"Yes I do but you'd never understand! All you care about are your rocks and shells and the tides!" Lucerys Velaryon storms away, muttering to himself. He was like the tides, constantly shifting and unpredictable. Warm and unrelenting. It was like being caught in a cruel whirlpool with no escape.

For the next few days, unfamiliar ships and small boats rush in and out of the island. There's a lot of commotion with man's scheming and politicking and making their lives complicated. And then you spot Lucerys Velaryon taking his flying-dragon, heading south. As the sun sets, the sea tells you he is in the Stormlands.

While he was away you climb into his study, where your small pile of rocks was. A lot of them have been knocked over, and some of them scattered on the floor. A lot of the more crystalline ones and the smooth-shaped ones were specially stored inside a display cabinet, Along with sheets of paper. At first, you thought they were the things that Lucerys Velaryon studied, but upon closer inspection, they were drawings and renderings of your visage. It's what he's scribbling when he thinks you don't notice.

You were standing at the edge of the sharp volcanic rocks, the sea crashing violently against your feet. Either a warm welcome for you to come back to the tides or a plea to stay on the surface. Lucerys Velaryon left without a word of farewell. He's left, just like the creatures of the sea who were slowly harvested by man's cruelty. Like the golden Kraken's compromise of staying in her cavern for the next hundred years, and the schools of flower fish freezing into the northern ice. Once again, your existence is meaningless.

The wave crashes into the rock, and the sea takes you back.

You were on your way to join the golden Kraken in his hundred-year meditation when a loud crash reverberates and hits the ocean floor. Another soul has joined the waters, the tide whispered. A flying-dragon and his princely rider. You decide to put off your visit for another day and see what's happened southward.

As his weight sinks down, you catch Lucerys Velaryon among the tinted waters. Dark fluids leak from him and his flying-dragon, but you're not worried, seawater heals all wounds.

Lucerys Velaryon doesn't wake. His hair floats around his head like a lionfish's halo. His weight sinks you down closer to the dark depths of the ocean floor. You follow him down until it was almost too dark to see. A few disagreeable fish begin to munch on his flying-dragon. Some of them attempt to approach your Lord Of The Tides but you grant them a rude glare of your bioluminescence, causing them to rush away. 

And then, abruptly, Lucerys Velaryon stiffens in your grasp. Packets of air escape his chest, floating up to rush back into the atmosphere. You both sink faster into the darkness until another pair of bioluminescent eyes, green and familiar, stare back at you.

Rhaenyra Targaryen mourns the loss of her dear son. She stands in silence by the beach with only the crashing of waves to console her. She removes her sandals and walks barefoot, the tips of the waves caress the ends of her dress. Her footprints are quickly wiped away by the waves, pushing and pulling against the rocks and sand.

The queen stops in front of a large rock with a tide-flattened side up. On top of it are two piles of beautiful pebbles and shells, similar to what her son kept in his study.

Rhaenyra Targaryen's silver head swiftly turns to the blue horizon of the sea, as if expecting to see someone there. She is reminded of Luke and that otherworldly friend of his. 

Rhaenyra Targaryen smiles.

[scp-tiggles]

FIRST FANFIC LES GO?!?!

Tw: Tickling.

‼️PLATONIC ONLY THESE TWO ARE BROTHERS‼️

Char: Scp 073-1, 076-2 (TK au ver)

Young again.

Abel yawned tiredly, his sandals hitting the tiled floor of site 19 as he wandered aimlessly through the halls, trying to find the greenhouse: otherwise known as his brother’s domain.

He had, unsurprisingly, gotten lost. Again. He had walked the corridors hundreds: if not thousands of times, wether chasing a staff member or running from an anomaly, and yet could never manage to figure out how to get to Cain’s cell from his own!

That was, until he saw the familiar glass doors ahead of him. Eagerly rushing forwards to enter the greenhouse.

“Caaain! Im here! I got lost again!”

He happily called out, but oddly, no response. Matter of fact he didn’t even hear Cain’s plants moving out and about. Usually the snapdragons would have come out to greet him!

Nevertheless, he continued to walk along the stone step path. Looking around, by now he assumed this was a prank. Until he heard the familiar sound of his brother’s squeaky, cackling laugh.

“Cain?”

His voice dripped with confusion as he poked his head around the hedge, and the sight before him made him burst out into a giggling fit!

Oh, there his brother was, tangled up in vines as they flicked under his shirt, tickling along the poor gardeners belly and sides. Not to mention valley bells poking at his neck while the snap dragons gleefully nipped at his ribs!

“AHahaAHaHABehel! HeHEHElp!!” The elder yelped out, followed by a loud snort as one of the snap dragons had started to nibble one of Cain’s lower ribs.

Abel pondered for a moment as he stood up straight from his hunched pose, still a bit giggly from laughing at his brother’s situation.

Part of him wondered, ‘The plants only tickle people when hungry..so they’re tickling Cain cause they’re hungry..’ in that minute, he had a light bulb moment.

“Ahahabel? Whahat aHAHAre yohohou-? AHA-!”

He suddenly squawked, as the younger sat on his legs. Squishing his knee caps vigorously. “Sorry Cain! But your little guys are hungry! I can’t let them starve! So keep that laughter comin’, brother~!”

—

10 minutes later..

—

The plants recoiled into their hedges, leaving Cain a giggly mess. Laying down against the grass. Before his gaze went to Abel, who sat merely a few feet away, a glare.

“Cain? What’s with the look? Wait..don’t- cmon, i was just helping your plants y-y’know-!” He tried to explain, blabbering on as the elder stood up, staring down at him.

“Really appreciate it Abe’..maybe you wouldn’t mind helping with DESSERT!” He yelled, as he tackled his brother fully onto his back. Luckily the grass below cushioned the fall.

“Wahait, Cahain- No- EEK-!!!” Before the anticipation giggles caught up to Abel, Cain had begun digging his nails into the younger brother’s sides.

“What? Think you get to tickle me senseless? Was I not suffering enough with the plants, hm~?” Cain asked in a sickeningly faux ‘Sweet’ tone. As he spidered his fingers upwards to his ribcage.

“FAHAHAHACK! CAHAHAIN!” He squealed, his sandles desperately digging into the earth below. Trying to get free.

“Cain what? Cain what? Show mercy? Never!” He grinned. “You get to suffer for being so mean to your elder brother! And here i thought you cared for me..”

He pressed his palm to his forehead, faking woe, and that was all Abel needed. He quickly shot a hand up, scribbling at Cain’s (now semi exposed) armpit.

“Wahahat thehehe-?! Hehehey!”

Cain took this as a mere challenge! Quickly moving his own hands to Abel’s armpits, scribbling around.

“GAHAHAHA-!! WEHEHELL TAKE THIHIS!”

Abel managed to speak through his laughter, scribbling one hand along his brother’s lower back, while using his other hand to skitter at his belly.

“YOHOHOU SOHOHON OF AHA-!” The two’s laughter mixed together, as Cain rolled to the side, desperately trying to escape the other’s ‘dastardly’ methods. But Abel merely followed, clawing at his belly.

“Nohot so tough now are you? Man, *snrk*, you still suck at tickle fights! You haven’t lost this bad since we were kids!” He taunted.

“OHOHO SCREHEHEW YOHOHOU!”

“Screw me? How mean to say to your precious baby brother!”

“PREHEHECIOUS MY AHAH- EEK!!! OHOHOKAY! OKAHAHAY! SAHAHARRY!” He blurted out, as Abel scribbled around the upper back, looking down at Cain with a cocked eyebrow.

He then stopped, looking down at him with a bright smile. Before pulling the elder brother into a tight bear hug. Which, after chasing the phantom sensations away: He gladly hugged back.

“Hey cain?”

“Hm?”

“Wanna do that again later?”

“..You know what? Sure.”

The two relaxed, soon dozing off into a slumber. The chitters of the plant life watching the two brothers sleep, a bit curious. They had gotten more of their feed today. And it seemed the two had as well.

[rayan12sworld]

💙Tie Your Heartstring Up Tight

By:athena_crikey

Summary:

Lan Wangji could not hope to find any other person like this, at least not so far from their home. But wu speak to birds and beasts across the realm. He may be known to them. He may be recognized, somewhere. The ravens and the hawks hear the name and cry it to the skies; the mouse and the fox both carry it with them through snow-washed fields. Below ground the beetles gnaw it into roots and bark. Wei Ying. Wei Wuxian.

OR: Tasked with finding the Yunmeng Jiang's missing wu, a young man called Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji recruits a familiar and travels across the land in search of him. His familiar, a black hare with a little too much personality, seems to have his own secrets.

Chapter:11/11

Words:54,106

Status:completed

There is no direct moonlight left, the rice paper shade entirely grey. Still though, the room is lit by faint diffuse starlight. By its gentle glow Lan Wangji turns his head to see a tall man seated at the table, his dark hair pulled wholly into a simple tie and tumbling down his back in gleaming waves, his clothes jet black. He is drinking from one of the wine jars gifted to Lan Wangji by the tea house, the soft trickle of liquid a rippling sound in this almost-dream. It fits seamlessly into the scene, like seafoam atop whispering waves. The man turns a little as he drinks it, the line of his cheek high, his lips shining as they’re wetted from the liquor. Part of Lan Wangji wants to wake up, wants to shed the skin of this dream and pitch into the cold crispness of reality so he can see this stranger’s face, so he can know the man who haunts his nights. But a larger part of him is comfortable, cozy where he lies, pleased to let the dream roll on. There is no danger, he is sure of that. No unfamiliar mind, hun or po here with him. There is no need to wake from this strange dream. He is weary from the hunt, from the long lingering echo of the crane’s song. He closes hie eyes, and slips back into sleep.

~~

Lan Wangji regrets, in all that he heard of the south – of its muddy rice fields and sticky summers, of its peasant farmers and its lack of education – that somehow he never heard anything of Wei Ying.

~~~

He looks back over his shoulder at the empty, derelict shrine. He has given everything to do right by you, Lan Wangji thinks. This is how you repay him? Lan Zhan. Lan Wangji looks over to where Wei Ying is huddled on the ground, on his hands and knees, awaiting death. He looks up, raises his head just enough for Lan Wangji to see the curve of his cheek, the bright glint of his eye. Thank you. And – I’m sorry. Lan Wangji tastes the tears in his throat, thick and hot and salty. Before him, Wen Zhuliu appears, reaches down to grab his arm and drag it upwards, his heartstring glinting. Lan Wangji just stares at him, empty, beyond horror for his own fate. There is no punishment for this evil, no retribution waiting. The world he served with his all has betrayed him, and he can no longer care. No, says a low voice, little more than a growl in the back of his mind. There is always punishment for true evil. There is always retribution for desecration. Lan Wangji blinks. Overhead, the moon goes dark. A cloud, perhaps. But it is swirling, dark, glinting, gleaming like a lake carp shining in the morning sun. One figure, two figures, intertwined, shifting. From overhead two enormous shapes descend. They braid together, their bodies flashing as the moonlight reappears. One black, one white. Dragons. Bearded, scaled, their claws flinty and their horns shining like lightning.

~~~

[kueble]

Catch Me If You Can

Written for the "Swim" prompt for @witchersummercamp.  This was a collaboration with @mysticcoyoteart and their post is here.

Teen. Warnings: Skinny dipping. 1,600 words.

Geraskier

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"I think I might be melting," Jaskier groans out, and Geralt pretends he hasn't been watching him carefully for the past hour.  It's not his fault that Jaskier is stupidly gorgeous, all tanned skin and pouty lips and a tiny little bow centered right above his supple ass.

"Hmm," Geralt replies, which may not be his best work, but it seems to placate Jaskier.  Besides, Geralt is too busy following a drop of sweat as it slowly slides down the side of Jaskier's neck.  He wonders what it would feel like to trace the same path with his tongue and can feel his cheeks heating up from more than just the sun.

"You mock me, but I truly fear this is the end of your bard," Jaskier mumbles before grabbing his chemise by the laces and flapping it weakly against his chest.  "This fabric is nearly soaked through with sweat, and my waterskin is completely empty.  Please remember me fondly."

"Of course," Geralt agrees, which just earns him a side-eyes glare.  He smirks back, used to Jaskier's moods by now. Though he does have a point today.  Geralt's own leather armor is brutal, and he would surely be overheating if not for his mutagens.  If memory serves him right, there should be a lake nearby.  He just has to keep Jaskier occupied until they reach it.

"Did I ever tell you about that red dragon contract I took on when I was younger?  Her fire was almost as hot as the weather today," Geralt says coyly, and Jaskier spins on his feet to look at him with wide eyes.

"You most certainly have not!  But now I demand to know everything.  I hope you didn't kill her?" Jaskier rushes out, already speeding up his pace to match Geralt's.  Geralt rolls his eyes affectionately and starts telling the tale of the time he made friends with a red dragon who had been protecting her tiny babe from the curiosity of the nearby village.

Years of practice keep Geralt's voice steady as he tells his tale, even though his heart skips a beat whenever Jaskier's hand brushes against his.  They're close - far too close for this heat - and the bard never fails to cause a reaction in him.  He wonders what would happen if he just reached a little closer and threaded their fingers together, but he knows he doesn't deserve that.  No, Jaskier is worthy of someone far better than him.

Shoving those self-deprecating feelings down, Geralt focuses on the story of his contract gone wrong (or right if you ask the dragon).  Jaskier's excitement and unwavering attention never fails to make him feel shy, but Geralt thinks he is able to hide it well.  No one would notice how quickly his pulse is racing or how sweaty his palms are.  Besides, what kind of witcher would he be if he let one little bard get the best of him?

A witcher in love, apparently, but he ignores that like always.

By the time they reach the lake, Geralt can feel the sweat trickling down the back of his legs.  He's glad Jaskier insisted on braiding his hair back that morning, since it's pulled away from his face and has been helping keep him cooler.  Jaskier's chemise is completely see-through - much to Geralt's great dismay - and he's sure even Jaskier would notice the way he's been making eyes at him if he weren't so wrapped up in Geralt's story.

"What's? Oh! You've been distracting me, you rascal," Jaskier chirps, laughing as he spots the lake.  "I should have known, since you only ever offer stories when you want me quiet or occupied.  I'll forgive you for leading me here, though," he says, gesturing towards the crystal clear lake.  There is a small waterfall in the corner - almost more rocks than water - but it adds to the serene feeling of the place.

"Caught me," Geralt admits, chuckling as he holds his hands up in defeat.  Jaskier claps his hands together, giggling harder, and then starts tugging at his sweat-soaked clothing.

"Let's see you catch me, then, my dear witcher," he calls out before racing towards the water.  He leaves a path of abandoned clothing behind him, but Geralt is more interested in following the curve of his ass as he leaps into the lake.  Geralt frowns at himself, because the term of endearment has made him ever hotter than the sun ever could - and he forces himself to take his time stripping down.  

There's no use getting worked up over someone he can't have.  Because Jaskier is sunshine personified, and Geralt will surely melt if he gets too close. It's better off to keep his heart at a distance than to get his hopes up.  That only leads to disappointment and broken friendships.   Plastering a fake smile on his face, Geralt heads into the water.

Jaskier looks so different from this morning.  Gone is the sense of dread and the slow-movements caused by the oppressive heat.  Instead, he is damn near frolicking in the water, splashing around and taking advantage of the clear cool water.  He still looks like a wet dream personified - much to Geralt's dismay - and Geralt doesn't bother to fight the pull towards him.  He swims out to the middle of the lake, where Jaskier is floating on his back, his short hair spread out like a halo around his head.

"Refreshed?" Geralt asks as he swims up, and Jaskier just turns to beam at him.  The lake isn't too deep, and Geralt lets his feet sink into the muddy bottom.  Jaskier turns over onto his belly, still floating on top of the lake, and offers a crooked grin.

"I believe I suggested you catch me," he says, sticking his tongue out quickly before leaping away from him.  He paddles away, dipping down under the surface of the water, and Geralt rolls his eyes fondly before giving chase.

It turns out Jaskier is as slippery as an eel, and Geralt finds his fingers sliding off his heels more than once.  If he remembers correctly, Lettenhove is by the sea, which might explain why Jaskier is such a quick swimmer.  Still, Geralt didn't face the freezing waters of the lake outside Kaer Morhen for nothing.  He finds himself unable to stop grinning as he trails after Jaskier, the two of them splashing and racing across the whole lake in their efforts.

But Geralt eventually comes out on top.  The longer the chase goes on, the slower Jaskier gets.  Finally, he's able to wrap a hand around Jaskier's ankle and pull him to a stop.  The movement drags Jaskier underwater, and Geralt laughs openly when the bard pops up and spits a mouthful of water towards him.

He looks stunning in the afternoon sun, droplets of water running down his bare skin as he stands in front of Geralt.  His short hair is slicked back, leaving Geralt no buffer between him and those impossibly blue eyes.  It's as if something is pulling at him - some invisible thread tying them together - and Geralt finds himself moving closer before he realizes it.

"Looks like you've caught me," Jaskier whispers before wetting his lips and adding a soft, "What now?"

"I..." Geralt trails off, knowing his words are useless right now.  But Jaskier is looking at him like this ache in his chest might not be as hopeless as he thought.  He slowly leans in, giving Jaskier plenty of time to stop him, but the bard just stands there with an awed look on his face, and Geralt finally gets a taste of what he's been longing for.

The first press of their mouths together is tentative, just a gentle brush of lips, but it still sends a shiver down Geralt's spine.  He brings his hands up, one cupping the back of Jaskier's head and the other splayed across his chest.  Jaskier's mouth feels wet against his, and he chases the cold taste of the lake water, deepening the kiss.  Jaskier sighs into it, his fingers digging into Geralt's hips as their mouths move in tandem.

Geralt goes to pull back, but Jaskier kisses him hungrily, nipping at his bottom lip before licking into his mouth, and Geralt finds himself trapped in the best way possible.  Jaskier's body is solid against him, their legs tangled beneath the surface of the water, and he leans into him just to feel the warmth of his sun-kissed skin.  It's everything he's done his best not to imagine, and Geralt finds himself falling a little bit more in love with each soft brush of Jaskier's mouth against his own.

When they finally break apart, Jaskier is grinning like a mad man, and Geralt knows he must look just as ridiculous.  They stand there for a long moment, just breathing in each other's spaces, and Geralt tries to think of what to say.  But his tongue feels tied in knots, his mind blank except for thoughts of the man in front of him.

"If you were a fish, I wouldn't throw you back," Geralt says stupidly, cringing as soon as the words leave his mouth.  But Jaskier just laughs - head thrown back with glee - and clings to him tighter.

"How about we leave the love poems to me, and you focus on just being my muse?" Jaskier asks once he calms down.   There's a strange light in his eyes - a mix of hope and fear perhaps - and Geralt smiles warmly back at him.

"Love?"

"Yes, love," Jaskier murmurs before dragging Geralt into another kiss.

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[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@allvalley100

Prompt: Trial and Error

Friendship: Miguel & Demetri

Pairing: Hawkmetri (although the focus is intentionally more on the Miguel and Demetri friendship here)

Happy pride month!!! This felt like a fitting last AV100 for Miguetri Monday :3 This is a 6-parter with 600 total words! Based a little bit in some headcanons I came up with here about why I think Demetri actively hides his sexuality, despite being fairly open about other aspects of his personality.

CW for canon-typical homophobia (because Kyler doing that stunt with Demetri's cast like...very definitely had homophobic undertones), internalized homophobia, and the general fear of being outed based in concerns about personal safety and social alienation.

***

5 times Demetri was too scared to tell Miguel the truth ( +1 time he wasn't)

1.

“Gets laid more than anyone, isn’t that right, Eli?”

Miguel only rolls his eyes.

At first, Demetri thinks his new friend’s put off by the dismissive sentiment. But as the conversation ebbs and their attention shifts to the rich girls, his stomach tightens.

Miguel saw how he looked at Eli, didn’t he? Did he think it was gross?

Would he leave, too?

Fuck.

Time for damage control.

“I don’t care if Yasmine’s the meanest girl in school. I’d kill both of you just to get her to spit in my face.”

That’s what a normal teenage boy would say, right?

2.

“Let’s ask the dragon queens to dance!”

Demetri wishes the punch was carbonated. Maybe that would fight the nausea he feels imagining having to fake any kind of interest in these three perfect strangers. Putting on a facade requiring 10 times the phoniness he usually shows his friends.

Besides, girls who watch Game of Thrones aren’t stupid. They’ll smell what he is. Recoil, shove him away. Shout what Eli and Miguel probably already suspect—something no denial can fix.

And then he’ll be alone.

“Slow your roll,” Demetri says. “We’ve got time.”

Miguel chocks it up to passivity. Thank fuck.

3.

Kyler knows. Kyler’s always fucking known.

The years of bullying. Making sure Demetri saw him harass Eli about how “no girl” would ever want to kiss him. Drawing a dick on the arm he had to know Eli snapped and showing the entire cafeteria.

Maybe some other Cobra told Kyler about the break. Maybe Eli himself did the bragging. Doesn’t matter.

Point is that Miguel saw Kyler’s stunt.

Demetri feels sick. Eli left him. Now the only other person he’s come to trust with his entire self will, too.

But when Yasmine finds him later, he realizes his one out.

4.

He yells angrily after Yasmine, feeding the illusion this was all by accident. Sam and Miguel smirk.

It’s clear they buy it hook, line, and sinker.

They’re happy for him. For who they think he is.

The normal and uncontroversial Demetri. The one who isn’t…that.

And Demetri’s come too close to losing Miguel already to break that illusion.

“I am 101% in love.”

I promise I’m the same as you. He pats Miguel’s shoulder, relishing how secure he feels. Nothing to be ashamed of.

He hears Miguel tell Sam love conquers all. Demetri doesn’t have the heart to believe it.

5.

It’s pathetic, and Demetri knows it. Miguel and Sam deserve better.

But he’s in too deep to admit everything with Yasmine’s a farce.

It still begs the question. How does Demetri fix Miguel’s relationship when he can’t even tell Eli he’s in love with him?

Regardless, Miguel’s stuck with Demetri this long. Demetri has to try.

“I get Yasmine a charm for every fight.” Why are they even still together? “She can barely lift her arm now.”

Useless to ruminate. This house of cards is better than Miguel and Eli knowing the truth.

Despite everything, Demetri’s still a fucking coward.

+1

“Plans for senior prom?” Miguel eyes Demetri curiously.

“I’m going with Eli.”

“Stag?”

Demetri freezes.

He could backpedal. Retreat into the cozy blanket of lies that always kept Miguel around.

But graduation’s next month. Fuck it.

“We’re, uh…dating, actually.”

The way Miguel lights up makes Demetri wonder why he ever felt the need to keep it secret.

“And you didn’t tell me?!”

“I was worried you’d be weirded out!”

“Are you kidding?” Miguel’s beam is blinding. “I’m so happy for you guys! And I’ve been waiting for you to ask him out since, like, sophomore year.”

“Wait. You fucker—”

[jmagnabo92]

GGSB Fest 2024 - A Changed Ball

@goodgodfathersiriusblack

After the first task, Sirius reaches out to Harry to offer dating advice for the Yule Ball, which changes things.

AO3

***

Given that the first task is finally over, and Harry survived, Sirius can breathe a little sigh of relief.  At least one task down, and the fact that he did so well makes Sirius incredibly proud.  Next on the order of business for Harry is probably the Yule Ball.  Since he’s a champion he’s probably going to have to open it, and it may be a bit presumptuous, but Sirius couldn’t resist offering dating advice to his godson.  He figures he’s young and he doubts the Dursleys would bother to offer much guidance.  

Hopefully, Harry doesn’t really need too much, but Sirius had to offer just in case.

Sirius smiles when he gets another owl so quickly, Harry writing to him will always make his day.

Sirius,

What do you mean there’s a ball for Yule?  What do you mean that I have to open the ball?  

No, no – they can’t really expect that from me, right?

You’re pulling my leg, right?  Please tell me you’re pulling my leg.

If not, I need help.

Say hi to Buckbeak.

Harry

Sirius is stunned for half a second.  How had Harry not known about this?  Then, again, no one appears to tell the kid anything.  

Alright, well, at least Sirius was right to offer.  He’ll just have to meet with his kid on his own and give some concrete advice.  

Everything will be okay.  He’s sure of it.

***

“I still don’t get how they could expect this of me,” Harry groans as he sits on the floor of the cave beside Sirius.  “I mean – dragons are one thing, but girls?”

Sirius laughs.  “They’re not as scary as you think.”

“They travel in packs, and they giggle like … like my mere presence is hilarious.”

“They’re giggling because one or more of them have a fancy of you – hard not to given everything, and they travel together because … well, I never really understood that.”

“What am I supposed to do?” Harry questions, seeming quite freaked out.  “You were right, McGonagall says I have to open the ball with a date, and it’s only been like a day and a half, and every girl has gone nutty and I don’t know how to dance and I don’t want to go on a date… this is – this is unfair.”

“And the whole dragon thing wasn’t unfair?”

“The dragon thing was actually kind of fun.”

Sirius snorts and rolls his eyes.  “Alright, let’s start with the basics.  First, you have to select who you’re thinking of asking.  I would suggest someone you either fancy and want to get to know – but know there will be awkwardness and you’ll have to push passed that or a friend that you could potentially enjoy an evening with.  You could perhaps go with a friend that is someone you may possibly fancy or go with a friend that is someone who would only be a friend, but you’d have to be clear about that.  Do you have any ideas?”

He watches as Harry digests this information and says, “Well, I could go with Hermione if I wanted just a friend, but I think that would upset Ron and frankly, be unfair to her.  I’d really like to go with Cho Chang – I kind of, maybe, have a fancy of her, but all I know about her is that we’re both seekers.  I suppose another friend could be like Parvati Patil or maybe Katie Bell.  I’ve talked to both enough that maybe it could be… a friend date.”

Sirius nods.  “Okay, let’s leave Hermione out of it.  We wouldn’t want to disrupt your friendship with Ron again so soon.”

“Agreed.”

“That leaves Cho, Parvati, and Katie.  Now, this is where you have to make a decision – do you want someone that you barely know, but fancy or you know, but don’t fancy?”

Harry shrugs.  “I mean – it would be nice to get to know Cho better.”

“Okay, that’s fair.  You’ll have the dinner and dancing to get to know her, if you ask her,” Sirius states.  “Now, before asking, you should make it clear that you’re not that into dancing, but if you ask any of them to go, you should expect to dance more than just the opening dance.”

He groans.  “It’s bad enough having to do it once.”

Sirius nods.  “Yes, but you’re going to a ball.  It’s expected that you dance.  If you don’t want to dance too much, you should make that clear so that they don’t expect to be dancing all night and are disappointed.”

“Okay, but what if I tell them and they say no?”

“Then you have to accept no for an answer and find someone else who would be willing to support you.”

Harry nods.  “I suppose that I should try and learn dancing then?”

“That would be a good endeavor.  I’d suggest asking someone you’re comfortable with to practice or your date would be better, but it could be embarrassing admitting that, so you could always Hermione or one of the quidditch girls who would no doubt love to help you.”

“That sounds like a good plan,” Harry states.  “What about the actual asking?  If they’re traveling in packs…”

Sirius laughs.  “They may giggle, but simply ask for a moment alone and once you’re alone, tell them either – that you’d like a romantic date to the ball or a friend date to the ball – depending on who you ask.  Explain about the dancing to help them make a decision, and once they do – if it’s yes, ask them to meet up to practice dancing or if it’s no, accept their answers and move on.  Just be sweet and polite and you’ll be okay.”

“That sounds easier than it’s probably going to be.”

“It’s usually not that bad, I promise.  Maybe a little embarrassing, but the sooner you do it, the better,” Sirius assures him.  “Then you can focus on the actual date.”

Harry grimaces.  “Besides dancing, what would be expected?”

“Well, you should meet her at her common room probably with a nice flower – try asking her favorite or finding one that matches her dress robes.”  

Harry nods.  “Sounds easy.”

“You should offer your arm, and smile as you lead the way into the ball and take out her seat first before you sit.  At dinner, make sure you talk to her about her interests.  Start with something you have in common and let the conversation flow.  If it stalls, try to ask about things that are around you – the food, the music, the dancing, the people… anything that can spark something.  Remind her about being uncomfortable with too much dancing, but that you’ll make an effort.”

“Okay, okay.  Seems like genuinely good advice so far,” Harry says.  “Then, of course, the dancing.  I suppose if we practice before it might not be so bad.”

“I’m sure it won’t be as bad as you’re imagining,” Sirius assures him.  “Make sure to still pay attention to her as you dance, and if need be, make light conversation.  If you’re done dancing or taking a break, try finding a quiet area to continue chatting from dinner.  Don’t ignore her and even if it ends up being Parvati or Katie rather than who you fancy, remember that you can’t just glare at your fancy’s date – just focus on your own date.”

“Yeah, that – that wouldn’t be fair to her if I was staring at some other girl.”

“Exactly.  The focus should be on making sure that you’re both having a good time.”

“Okay.  Okay.  What about at the end?”

“Walk her back to her dorm, tell her you had a great time – if you fancy her (and this could go for if the date started as a friend, but you find you do like her) – then ask her to have another date.  This could be something simple and we can talk about that when the time comes in a letter.  Just maybe vaguely ask if she’d like to go out again.  If she says yes, tell her that you’ll let her know a time and place, if she says no – respect it and thank her for being your date and that you hope she enjoyed it.”

“And… then leave?”

Sirius tries not to laugh.  “Well, she might expect a kiss on the hand, the cheek or even the lips.  It all depends on the vibe, just go with your instincts on that one.”

Harry swallows, but nods.  “I guess.”

“It’s not as bad as it sounds,” Sirius attempts to assure him.  “Just take it one step at a time.  You’ll be fine.”

“If you’re sure…”

“I am, I promise.”

***

A few weeks later, Sirius knows that Harry’s managed to ask Cho to the ball.  He’s nervous, but he’s been preparing for the ball, and Sirius has assured him that it should be just fine.  He just needs to relax and not worry so much.  

He also told him to write to him afterwards no matter the outcome.  He wants to know how well his advice went over.

He grins when the owl arrives.

Sirius,

Thank you – thank you – thank you!  Your advice was perfect.  

Cho and I had a great date.  We practically danced the night away!  Okay, maybe not.  She was okay with only dancing half the time, but we went for a walk and – and it went so great that she kissed me before the end of the night!  

There was plenty of kissing before a final dance and walking her back to the dorm.  It went so well she said yes to a second date.  

So, now, I need advice on that.  Got any ideas?

Thanks again,

Harry

Sirius grins, happy for his kid.  He’s happy to offer more dating advice as long as his kid needs it.  

He’ll certainly be a ladies’ man after this.

Just like his father and godfather and it’s great.  

[vulpecular-draconic]

howdy! this is my side blog where i ramble about my experiences being alterhuman. i don't feel comfortable linking my main blog yet, but i may sometime in the future. on this blog, you can call me vuldra. i'm genderfluid and i'll update my pronouns in my bio when they change.

i am a psychological alterhuman – i am alterhuman due to being neurodivergent. i tend to have pretty strong phantom limbs, and about average species dysphoria (although i don't believe those are necessary to be nonhuman). i’m always somewhat mentally shifted.

i always feel like all of my kintypes to some degree, but they fluctuate in intensity. my fox ‘types take the stage most often, and they’re the first critters i awakened to, so i consider them my core ones. i call myself a fox more often than my other kintypes.

i often get mashup shifts, where i have phantom limbs and sometimes impulses/mentalities from several different creatures at the same time. the phantom limbs/etc are usually frakensteined together from my already known kintypes, but they can also include cameo shifts.

the summer of 2023 (june or july) is when i awakened. i've figured out a lot since then, but i'm always learning about myself, so i'll update/rephrase this post every once in a while.

theriotypes

— red fox [vulpes vulpes]. specifically, the pearl fox color morph

— bat-eared fox [otocyon megalotis]

both fox shifts usually consist of at least a couple of these urges: to bite things/others, roll on the floor, wag my tail, curl up in a little ball, run on all fours, squeal, or growl. i can tell the difference between the species by which body shape matches my phantom limbs best, which coat color feels more like me at the moment, which habitat i’d feel most comfortable in, and a few other factors.

usually when i get fox shifts, i feel like an anthropomorphic fox. not quite like the way most modern furries are drawn – more along the lines of how an anthro fox in an old storybook would be drawn. i like having anthro shifts better, because it's less dysphoric than when i'm an all-fours fox.

otherkin types

– pocket dragon. i'm only about six or seven inches long from head to tail. my scales are blue with mottled silver, layered over atop each other, and most are that classic rounded triangular shape. my mouth is sharp and has no teeth. sometimes my tail has a feather-like fan of scales on the end, sometimes it doesn’t. when i get pocket dragon shifts, i feel the urge to scurry up trees, hide in tiny nooks, stop speaking, and eat berries and beetles.

— dragon [not pocket-sized]. this species is bigger and more sapient than my pocket dragon species. i’m still trying to figure it out.

— cryptid. i don’t have any specific appearance as a cryptid, since mashup shifts often co-occur with cryptid shifts. sometimes i feel like not having much of a physical form at all. hiding is my main cryptid instinct — i do not wish to be perceived, and if i do, usually only briefly and in a way that would scare people away.

— fae/changeling. some kind of archetrope maybe? this kintype is similar to cryptid, in that there’s not really a set appearance — no “true form” — but there are common feelings, instincts, and mindsets. (i’m currently writing a big post about those, which i’ll link here after posting.) being fae and being a cryptid are two sides of the same coin to me. very similar experiences, but definitely different. one example: instead of the cryptid instinct to hide, there’s the fae instinct to disguise.

hearttypes, questioning, confusion, and more!

— avian-person. i don’t know if this is a kintype, hearttype, reoccurring cameo shift, or something else. whatever it is, it’s part of my identity. i get bird-like phantom wings and a long feathered tail with a fan at the end, similar to the fan on my pocket dragon tail. my feathers (wings and tail) are grey with a smattering of darker grey speckles, and some feathers have shimmery blue on the edges. occasionally i also get digitigrade legs; sometimes more mammal-like, sometimes more bird-like. i often also feel bird-like scales on my forearms and talons on my fingers. other than that, i feel pretty much human.

— antlers. sometimes i have phantom antlers. i don't connect with deer/other irl antlered creatures at all, so i'm not sure what this is about. the antlers can happen by themselves, or they co-occur with other shifts.

— maned wolf [chrysocyon brachyurus]. questioning hearttype or kintype (leaning towards hearttype). i have a feeling that it may somehow be connected to me being a cryptid? — cecil palmer [from the welcome to night vale podcast]. hearttype. like my other alterhuman identities, this is psychological in origin (not that it makes it any less intense).

— tangled / tangled the series [world]. hearthome. not much of a way to expand on this.

tagging guide

disclaimers:

some of these words have different or more broad meanings than the way i will be using them for sorting — just know that i’m aware of that.

if i want the post to reach a wider audience than it would reach with sorting tags alone, i might add more than just what’s needed for sorting.

if a creature says they don't like to be called a certain label, i’ll try to avoid tagging my reblogs of their posts with that label (a rule that is most applicable on posts talking about personal experiences). but sometimes i’ll miss something. if i make that mistake, don’t hesitate to tell me!

# i say some stuff — posts where the op is myself, or where i reblog something and add my own thoughts.

# tags in which i ramble — for posts that are not my own, but where i add enough in the tags that i consider it worth knowing about.

# not my post — posts made by others that i reblog without adding anything to the discussion.

# therian — posts regarding earthly animal kintypes and therianthropy specifically.

# otherkin — posts regarding mythical/magical nonhumanity and otherkinity specifically.

# nonhuman — blanket tag for posts about therianthropy and otherkinity, as well as posts about nonhumanity. (aka, if you wanted to scroll thru my therian and otherkin posts at the same time with some extra posts about nonhumanity, you’d choose the nonhuman tag.)

# alterhuman — posts regarding forms of alterhumanity other than nonhumanity/therianthropy/otherkinity (ie, kithtypes, archetropes, fictionflickers, etc) and posts regarding the nature of the word itself.

# otherhearted — self explanatory. i will mainly use this term instead of the other variants (animalhearted, otherkith, etc).

# critter experiences — posts containing the personal experiences of any who fit under the alterhuman umbrella, both my own and others’. (alterhuman as in the real meaning, not the meaning as i’m using it for sorting up above.)

# critter origins — umbrella tag for posts regarding theories and beliefs on why folks are nonhuman, whether psychological, spiritual, other, or both. related tags would be #psychological critter and #spiritual critter. if the belief is a combo of the two, all three tags will be used, and if it’s neither, just the main one.

# critter questions and/or questioning — for posts where the poster is questioning aspects of their alterhumanity or has questions about alterhumanity, and posts that would help those who are questioning.

# critter info — posts about animal behavior, welfare, environmental stuff, or legends/myths/lore.

# critter community — any posts concerning the alterhuman community, both on history and modern-day phenomena. will sometimes overlap with the following tag:

# term discussion / term coining / term definition — a three-in-one tag that is probably self explanatory.

# critter shifts — umbrella tag for shifts of all types. since i have phantom and mental shifts most often, most posts will probably be about those. 

# critter creativity — moodboards, memes, stimboards, ID packs, joke posts(?), poems, short stories, art, comics, masks, tails, etc.

# critter polls — umbrella tag for polls.

# critter ask game — umbrella tag for ask games (questions and answers).

# humanity — stuff about humans, humanity as a concept, or alterhumans’ relationships with humanity.

# [__] kintype # [__]kin — format for posts relevant to specific kintypes. first one will be for ‘types with two or more words, and second for types that are just one word. (because bat-eared foxkin looks clunky, but bat-eared fox kintype doesn’t. at least not to me.) some you will see frequently on my blog include: bat-eared fox kintype, pearl fox kintype, foxkin, pocket dragon kintype, dragonkin, cryptidkin, faekin. 

# [__] hearttype # [__]hearted — same premise as above, but for otherhearted stuff.

# miscellaneous — self explanatory.

all post dividers by: @plum98

this post was last updated: april 7, 2024

[glossolali]

(Shadowgast Cat Café AU)

ao3: hand in hand is the only way to land

5.1k, fluff, getting together

"They are truly ridiculous, are they not? Just look at them."

"They are sooo cute. Ahhh.." Jester sighs, her chin in her hands, dreamy look on her face.

Molly looks back at the two wizards. Essek is sitting at the bar, on his laptop, and Molly can see from here that he's just scrolling up and down absently, as he stares intensely at Caleb, whose back is turned as he steams some milk for a customer's drink. When Caleb turns around and smiles at Essek, Molly can see him awkwardly duck his head to stick his nose in his laptop again.

And now, Essek is busy with whatever the hell he’s always tapping away at, Caleb in turn sits there drying cups with a dreamy look on his face as he watches the other wizard. When Essek looks up, Caleb startles and fumbles the glass, and it drops to the floor and shatters. He gets up to help him, and it’s right out of a movie scene with their heads together as they both crouch on the floor with their hands “accidentally” touching as they pick up the glass shards.

Fuck’s sake. Molly could wring both their necks.

They’ve been doing this dance around each other for weeks (or maybe months at this point, who knows) and it is infuriating. It was cute at first, but now… Molly just wants to be able to chill out after a long day of work, and have his Iced Triple Red Eye in peace without having to sit in the constant treacle-like tension in the room that the wizards are holding between them. Other than this being (one of) his places of work, this is his favorite coffee shop, and they’re ruining it.

So, they should do something about this.

“We should do something about this.”

When Jester turns to him, she has stars in her eyes and she looks what can only be called delighted .

“Oooh! Molly, can we really?! They can be cute little boyfriends who work in a cute little cat cafe together and oh my GOSH - I am SO excited!” Her tail lashes behind her eagerly, then wraps around his leg as she leans in and almost yells in his face.

The wizards were making him feel grumbly, but as usual, Jester’s energy is contagious, and he grins back at her.

“Alright darling, love the enthusiasm but hold your horses – we need to come up with a plan first.”

Jester settles down and puts on a very silly serious face, complete with a tightly knotted brow and a pout as she starts thinking. Molly ruffles her hair because she’s cute and he loves her, and because she lets him.

Just as they both settle in for a good plotting session, the café door slams open and Nicodranas’ hottest local celebrity and resident rich bitch strides in, phone in hand, baby dragon on a chain on the other, and half his face obscured by his giant bug-eyed sunglasses.

Yussa Erenis. Haughty elf wizard (gosh another one, what did Molly do to deserve all of these wizards) who is well-known for– actually wait—

“What’s he famous for again?” Molly whispered from the side of his mouth at Jester. 

“No clue. But he knows Mama, so he must be important!”

Molly hums in assent, and keeps watching the scene unfold in front of him.

Yussa’s pug-faced, silver baby dragon is having a hiss-off with Frumpkin, and Yussa looks like he could care less, prattling out his order before he’s even asked.

“Triple hazelnut iced chai latte with oat milk and espresso cold foam. And don’t forget the topping like last time.” And he ends the order with a dismissive hand wave.

Molly rolls his eyes to the heavens. The ‘topping’ is sprinkles arranged in the letter ‘Y’, as evidenced by the ridiculous man’s socials.

He’s a right git to be sure, but looking at how he fills those gold pants (and who the fuck wears gold pants anymore?), Molly would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit he found him sort of hot. And that he sort of wanted to sleep with him. In an ironic sort of way, obviously.

Essek makes his way back to his seat after all the glass had been cleaned up (and the blue eyed redhead had been sufficiently looked at longingly), and Molly watches his expression turn from blissed to disdainful in one fell swoop, and he rolls his eyes as he turns away from Yussa, just as Caleb says, “Ja, coming right up.” 

Dealing with customers already wasn’t Essek’s favourite thing, and the dressing down his teacher had given him for forgetting his ‘‘‘topping’’’ last week had rocketed Yussa to the top of his shitlist. Yes, his teacher. Essek was in Nicodranas for a magic apprenticeship, and he had the misfortune of ending up as Yussa Erenis’s apprentice. 

Essek had walked in once to the café hair and cardigan looking singed and smelling smoky, and announced irately that he was going to ‘murder his teacher for leaving him with his ugly bastard of a baby dragon for ten days while he frolicked around to Light knows where’. Amidst giggles, Molly had made him sit down and given him some of his famous spiced chicken soup to help him calm down. Essek was a simple man, and terribly predictable, so it worked.

He’s also kind, attractive, sassy, and a nerd, and clearly a great fit for Caleb.

He just wishes they would do something about it.

So, back to the matter at hand.

“Any ideas?”

Jester’s drawing in her sketchbook, and looks up just as she completes a pink heart around a doodle of a small, cutesy version of the wizards kissing.

“Nope!”

Molly grumbles again and places his head on the table, cheek smushed into the surface, and he turns towards Jester and whines, “Jessie, I can’t take it anymore. Help meeeeeee.”

“Hmmm okay, okay.. maybe I’ll ask mama for help when I go home today. She’s really, super good at romance ,” And she wiggles her eyebrows, which makes Molly laugh. “Everyone always falls in love with her right after they meet her.”

“Alright.”

He listens to Jester sing something under her breath that sounds like, ‘ do do do dooo, the Ruby of The Sea is the best lay ever –’ as she continues doodling, and he spaces out, turning over fleeting ideas in his head as they come and go.

(read the rest on ao3)

[editorbit]

Nat 20

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Eddie teaches you how to play DnD

Made a secondary blog for this, only for the post to just not show up in any tags :)

…

It begins with occasional visits to the Hellfire club room.

On a late Friday afternoon, you peek through the cracked open door to find Eddie and his friends still huddled around the table together, nearly half an hour past your agreed meeting time. They’re so caught up in the game, so entranced even, that there’s not as much as a glance cast in your direction as you take a seat in a chair in the dimly lit corner. You would interrupt, make your presence known somehow, but you don’t.

Eddie describes with great passion the busy streets of a city, one with shops selling magical potions, and taverns with funny names, and guards dressed in fancy uniforms. He lowers the pitch of his voice to imitate an old blacksmith making shiny swords, and gestures dramatically at imaginary monuments for made up deities, and stands up from his chair to describe the grand castle at the centre of it all. The others sitting around the table eagerly explore and interact, and any question they might have, no matter how specific and detailed, Eddie has an answer for them right on the spot.

You don’t interrupt, instead you sit and listen as well, easily slipping into the world he creates and the story he tells, and you find yourself wanting to see what comes next.

Occasional visits become frequent visits.

Frequent visits become the desire to join.

"Could you teach me how to play?"

It’s just the two of you left in the club room, the rest of Hellfire long gone, and it’s much, much quieter now. Eddie is busy gathering up all his things; tucking rulebooks under his arm, collecting scattered dice and putting away painted figurines. He pauses, processes what you’ve just said, and gives you the widest grin you might have ever seen on his face.

"You wanna join Hellfire?"

"Maybe. If you teach me how to play first."

Eddie hastily grabs hold of the screen standing on the table, adding it to the pile of things in his arms. "Let’s go back to my place then, darling," he says and all but skips out the door and down the hall. You have to jog to keep up.

"This is a die."

He places an oddly shaped thing on the table between you. It looks nothing like any dice you’ve used in any other game before and when you pick it up, you can count twenty sides.

You glance curiously at Eddie across the table. His grin is still just as wid, peeking through the strands of hair he tries to hide it with. You’re not really sure which one of you is more excited about this impromptu lesson, though you can guess.

"So, what do I do with this?"

With a smile, Eddie reaches over to grab the die out of your hand, holding it up between you. "You roll this when you want to do something," he explains, trapping it in his hands to give it a good shake. "Like…" His gaze flits about the room in thought, before landing back on you. "Seduce a very attractive adventurer."

He releases the die and it rolls across the table, stopping near the edge.

Three.

You’ve barely gotten a proper look at it, let alone questioned what this means before one of Eddie’s hands is blocking your vision. There is the sound of plastic scraping against wood, and then nothing. His hand is gone again moments later and the die sits right in front of you.

Twenty.

"Critical success," Eddie says, shrugs his shoulders and smiles. He only looks away to look through some papers in the pile he’d emerged from his bedroom with earlier. "The adventurer loves it and falls right into my arms."

"Is that so?" You feel a smile pulling at the corners of your lips. "Sounds interesting. I’d love to seduce some attractive adventurers," you say, mindlessly accepting the sheet of paper handed to you. "Maybe some attractive Dragon Masters as well."

"Dungeon Master, actually," Eddie corrects with a smile as he hands you a pencil, "though you’ll might need to make a character first."

"Right." You look down at the paper in your hands, filled with unfamiliar words, symbols and empty spaces for you to fill. A moment passes, and then another.

"Help me?"

[m0srael]

The Pleasure of a Fleeting Year, Pts. 79-86

All of October, in one post! Slowly, but surely. (Thanks, as always, to @softlystarstruck for the encouragement!)

No cw's this time around! 79: 50 words x 2 for Found 80: 100 words for Sally's Song, lyrics: “And does he notice my feelings for him / And will he see how much he means to me” 81: 50 words x 2 for Unconditional 82: 100 words for Bone by Imagine Dragons, lyrics: "I'm in the bathroom, looking at me / Face in the mirror is all I need (ooh)" 83: 50 words x 2 for Gossamer 84: 250 words for We Fell in Love in October by Girl in Red, lyrics: “That's why, I love fall / Looking at the stars / Admiring from afar / You will be my world” 85: 50 words x 2 for Guilty 86: 250 words for This Ghost Picture

Part 79: October 4th, 2017

Draco: “Where is my—“ “Hall closet,” Harry interjects. “And my—“ “Draco, it’s going to be fine. Here, I made that fancy coffee you like.” Draco sighs, takes the travel mug, and opens the front door.  “Forgetting something?” Draco looks back, then rolls his eyes at Harry’s puckered lips and reaching hands. * Harry:  How deeply entwined does someone’s life have to become with your own before their things start getting lost among yours? We’ve been lost in each other, alongside each other, for half of our lives. How deeply entwined must two people be before they’re found again with a kiss, a touch? 

Part 80: October 7th, 2017

“You left your shoes on the stairs again,” I say, when what I mean is rubbing your socked feet after a long day of work is a privilege I never imagined.  “Don’t touch me, I need a shower,” I say, when what I mean is I still worry, after everything, that I’ll make you unclean.  “Five more minutes,” I grumble when he rolls away from me in the morning, but I mean Stay. Don’t leave me. You’re the warmest, most vital thing I’ve ever known. Come back into my arms, crawl inside my chest.  “I love you,” I say. I love you. 

Part 81: October 11th, 2017

Hermione: “Harry, your love…It’s a lot, sometimes. You’ve never done anything halfway, with caution, forethought. You’re as impulsive in how you love as in how you fight.  You and Draco have been fighting, hurting each other, since…forever. But I think that means you’ve been loving him just as long.” * Ron: “Yeah mate, It makes a lot of sense, honestly. You and him. If you love him half as much as you love us, then he’s a lucky bloke. If you were anyone else I’d say you’ve gone about this all backwards. But neither of you were ever like anyone else.” 

Part 82: October 14th, 2017

He slips his hand into mine as he presses his chest—warm—to my back and a kiss to the nape of my neck.  He does that every time—takes my hand first before he takes me in his arms or pulls me close, like he’s reassuring me.  I stare at his reflection—beautiful, bright, here.  I used to see a ghost reflected back at me. Sunken eyes, spare and sallow, empty. I thought that all I would ever be is the solitary echo of a man.  But here is the truth reflected back at me. Not some unreachable past or impossible future. Now. 

Part 83: October 18th, 2017

Teddy:  “Guess what!” Teddy says, flopping down on the bench next to Scorpius at the Ravenclaw table. “Hagrid told us today that sometimes, loads of spiders will get together and spin their webs all at once.” His eyes are bright. “And then the webs will merge into one giant super web!” * Scorpius: Scorpius takes in Teddy’s windswept hair, his flushed cheeks. He looks happier than he has in months.  “Kinda like us?” Teddy cocks a curious eyebrow.  “Like, we already had our own webs. Me and dad, you, Harry. But now they’re all one super web?” Teddy’s grin widens. “Yeah. Like us.” 

Part 84: October 21st, 2017

“What are you doing out here? It’s freezing!” Harry shivers and passes his hands up and down Draco’s biceps, trying to rub some warmth into him. He doesn’t seem to notice the chill.  “Turn that off,” Draco glances back over his shoulder at the golden light spilling out of the kitchen windows and over the grass.  Harry cocks a curious eyebrow, but waves a hand and murmurs nox, plunging the garden into semi darkness. He presses close to Draco, chest to back, and slides his hands around Draco’s waist. “What are you doing out here?” Harry asks again, quietly, cold nose pressed into Draco’s warm throat.  “There’s a meteor shower tonight,” Draco whispers, as if he doesn’t want to spook the falling stars. He tilts his head back until it rests on Harry’s shoulder, his gaze is trained up, up, up.  “Uh, love?” Harry prompts, leaning back to look at Draco’s profile. His eyes shine despite the gloom.  “Hm?” Draco hums. “We’re in the middle of London. I don’t think you’ll be able to see anything.” Harry shivers again, despite the warmth of Draco in his arms. Draco pulls his wand out of his pocket and casts a warming charm that settles over both of them, then lets his head fall back again.  “We could go somewhere…darker,” Harry suggests, rocking them side to side.  Draco hums again. “I’d rather be here, at home with you, and know that they’re up there. Instead of somewhere darker, where they’re all we can see.”

Part 85: October 25th, 2017

Draco: “Stop, you’re smothering me,” Draco mumbles into Harry’s shoulder.  “Missed you,” Harry murmurs back, tightening his arms and making Draco grunt.  “You saw me this morning, you obnoxious git.” A smile creeps onto Draco’s face, despite his annoyed tone.  “Don’t care, too long,” Harry whines, pressing small kisses to the corner of Draco’s tilted mouth. * Harry:  “At least let me take my coat off,” Draco protests.  Harry pushes Draco’s coat off his shoulders and onto the floor, slipping his arms back around Draco. “Can I take off the rest of it?”  Draco stifles a laugh. “Admit it, you’re obsessed with me.”  “Always have been,” Harry says.

Part 86: October 28th, 2017

“What if I spell my hair white—“ “It’s already white,” Harry says, shuffling aimlessly through his wardrobe.  “It’s platinum, now shut up and let me finish. I could spell my hair white and conjure a fake beard and go as Merlin.”  Harry raises an eyebrow at him. “Yes, okay. Maybe Ginevra would loan me one of her old jerseys?”  “Quidditch player isn’t really less boring than old, dead wizard, though I would like to see you in a uniform.” Draco bats Harry’s hand away from his hip. “Excuse you, that old dead wizard is the most powerful magician in history.” “Boring,” Harry repeats, humming as he succeeds in capturing two handfuls of Draco’s arse. “We could go to a Muggle shop and get you something sexy, like a fireman’s outfit or a clown costume.” “I’m not wearing something sexy to your best friends’ Halloween party. And—wait—do you genuinely find clowns sexy? If so, I’m suddenly rethinking some things…” “Not the point.” Harry waves his hands. “What if…” He pulls down a sheet from on top of the wardrobe, “we cut some eye holes in this and you go as a Muggle ghost?”  He flicks the fabric and settles it over Draco’s head, sparking a fierce and protracted wrestling match resulting in both of them sweaty, panting, and on the floor tangled in the sheet. Harry gazes at the side of Draco’s flushed face.  “You’re nervous,” he says.  Draco frowns, “No. Maybe.” He smirks. “But you have a thing for clowns.” 

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