#drifting dragons story ideas

[comicaurora]

hi red!! i'm doing an analysis of sun wukong's (and journey to the west in general's) impact on modern culture for my world mythology final, and for some reason i'm having a hard time finding sources. is there anything you can recommend?

The fact that Journey to the West has contributed an enormous number of tropes to modern media is very clear when the media in question is examined, but I don't know of a specific secondary source that's already done that analysis for you. However, this IS a very good excuse for you to plow through a metric buttload of shonen manga, since the lineage is basically Sun Wukong -> Son Goku -> like a solid third of all shonen action heroes written in the last forty years.

Dragon Ball kicks things off:

Started in 1984 and almost unquestionably the most influential manga ever made. Its first arc features the weird super-strong monkey-kid Son Goku - which is just the japanese pronunciation of the characters of Sun Wukong's name - meeting up with a wacky crew of thinly-veiled expys of the Journey to the West crew, with teen inventor Bulma filling the role of Tripitaka, Oolong the pig-man filling Zhu Bajie's role and Yamcha the desert-based bandit as Sha Wujing.

Hijinks ensue, and while the story drifts pretty far from Journey to the West's original plot, it actually stays pretty solidly referential in weirdly unexpected ways. Several the villains of the week are JttW references, and even the later appearance of three more Saiyans lines up with the surprise reveal of three more Wukong-like mystical apes in the original story.

The connection between Dragon Ball and JttW is very unsubtle and a frequent reference in the chapter covers and supplemental art.

Not every subsequent JttW reference is the result of Dragon Ball popularizing it or anything, since it was already enormously popular, but I think it's pretty hard to extricate Dragon Ball's influence on anime and manga from the original influence of Journey to the West itself.

One way that a distinction can be drawn is in the differences in characterization between Goku and Sun Wukong himself. A lot of the next generation of shonen protagonists were kind of Goku-alikes - pure-hearted dumbasses who only care for the three Fs: Food, Fighting and Friendship.

But the original characterization of Sun Wukong is not really all that similar. He's a trickster, sure, but he's far from a young, friendship-motivated goober. He's profoundly intelligent, pretty much the most well-educated entity on the planet, and routinely brings up that he's centuries older than most of his peers. The Goku-alikes from the later decades of shonen anime are tellingly far-removed from that original characterization. So you get characters based on Goku's cheerful idiocy, but it's just a small subset of the broader influence of Journey to the West on the space of literature.

In general, Journey to the West frequently shows up in very small, bite-sized tropes in other stories. It's less "this is wholly based on Journey to the West" and more "oh, I know where they maybe got this idea/aesthetic/power/weapon/villain of the week from." There are way too many to list, but some of the ones that tend to jump out at me are-

Sneaky characters with monkey motifs:

Tricksy, highly mobile characters who fight with a staff:

Characters afflicted with a magical restraint artifact that allows a much weaker character to stop them from misbehaving:

Specific esoteric weapons, eg. magical fans, rakes, gourds, namedropping The Sword of Seven Stars, etc.

Villains with prominent ox or pig design motifs:

Characters whose primary combat strat is just making Shitloads Of Disposable Copies Of Themselves:

Honestly it just keeps going like this. It's kinda everywhere. Finding the JttW in things is my favorite conspiracy theory rabbit hole because it's 100% harmless and more often than not completely correct.

[otaku553]

Thinking very hard about an AU idea of mine. Reluctant king Sabo AU!

In which Sabo isn’t saved by Dragon, but survives long enough to drift ashore and be saved by the doctors of Goa Kingdom, who do so only to ransom his medical bills from Sabo’s parents. Sabo’s parents take him back, thinking that his amnesia makes him a clean slate, but Sabo, young and stubborn and unsure of his entire identity, knows that everything is wrong and runs again, and again, and again.

Until at some point, he meets the Revolutionaries, and realizes that he can be useful to them, provide them information, make something good of an inescapable situation. From then on, he starts acting the noble that he was born as, in order to be a more useful informant to the Revolutionaries, until sunk cost fallacy hits and he believes that being a noble is the only way that he can be useful to the Revolutionaries. So at that point, why not take it all the way?

At 17, Sabo becomes one of Princess Sarie’s suitors, and at 17, he has doubts about using the princess for his own goals. Sarie is a romantic, and she wants a dramatic fairy tale of a romance, and she was already charmed, but the moment Sabo opens up to her about not wanting to use her to get to the throne, having lofty ambitions of helping the people (just not the people she thinks he’s talking about), Sabo becomes the one she simply must marry, because surely if she tries hard enough, she can make him love her back.

Soon after, the king and his son die. Sarie’s father and brother die. And while Sabo conveniently ascends to the throne, he also swiftly implicates his father, Outlook, in the assassination of all heirs to the throne, resulting in Outlook’s arrest and subsequent execution. And thus, at 18, Sabo becomes king, and begins to gradually institute great changes to Goa Kingdom.

Design-wise, Sabo wears an eyepatch because his damaged eye is considered a grotesque sight by nobles’ standards. Under the eyepatch, he wears heavy makeup to hide the burn scar. These are both at the behest of his birth parents, who spin a story about Sabo having been born half blind to hide the fact that Sabo had been shot by a Celestial Dragon and save face. To those who have seen his scar, they fabricate a second secret story that he was unfortunately kidnapped as a child. Sabo never does find out, until he regains his memories, where the burn scar is actually from.

[myladysapphire]

His Sapphire Princess (I)

After the night in the brothel Rhaenyra is married to Laenor Velayron to protect the birth of her child. who in the years to follow is the only one of Rhaenyra's children that is believed to be his, she is loved by all in the red keep, even queen Alicent adores the girl, so when Rhaenyra proposes a marriage between Aemond and Rhaenyra's daughter Visenya, Alicent happily agrees.

The children having been best friends in their youths are more than happy to be wed but when the incident at drift mark occurs things change, will it be for better or worse?

word count: 2,866

CW: mummy issues, childish teasing, incest

Fem!oc x Aemond Targeryen (can be read as x reader)

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                                Visenya

Her mother was once again in labour. Visenya was the eldest of three. With two brothers and two uncles, she often found herself surrounded by boys. Her Aunt Heleana was often her only escape and even then, bugs seemed more interesting to her. She had longed for a baby sister and loved the idea of dressing her up like a doll and teaching her everything she knew. She often felt lonely,  her brothers were often off with their eldest Uncle Aegon, trying their hardest to impress him. She missed the days when they longed for her satisfaction or happiness over any task, she asked them to do. And now they focused their attention on tormenting her other Uncle Aemond.

Aemond was her dearest friend, having both had eggs that didn't hatch in the cradle they found a way to bond through that. And later their love for the histories of old Valyria and learning High Valyrian.

One was never without the other, that was until she finally claimed her dragon.

When she was six, she went to Dragonstone for the first time. There she made it her mission to claim a dragon. She did not mind which, but she was determined to do so. Having given up much sooner than Aemond on her egg ever hatching, she concluded that she would claim a dragon, and if Aemond wished, she would happily share a dragon with him.

It was no easy feat, she snuck off in the dead of night and rode on horseback (a horse double her size, barely hanging on for dear life) to the dragon mount. Nine dragons resided on Dragonstone, her mother's; Syrax, her brothers; Vermax and Arrax, her father's; Seasmoke, the three wild dragons; Sheepstealer, Greyghost and the cannibal (though she would never think of attempting to claim them), and then there was Vermithor and Silverwing. She believed her best bets were lied with one of them, wild dragons being far too risky for a mere child. There were also several hatchlings and young dragons, but she wanted a grown one. A dragon to strike fear and build her respect.

She was a princess and the heir to the iron throne, after her mother. And riding a dragon fit for a king or a queen is a sure-fire way to build her some support, if not fear to stop any usurpation.

So, when she came face to face with Vermithor, she knew he would be hers.

She sang him a Valyrian lullaby, A song her mother often sang to one of her brothers. She almost giggled at the motion, the bronze fury, wooed by a lullaby. But she had heard stories of dragons being lulled into submission by a song, she hoped it would attract his attention, and lure him out.

It did.

Though she did not anticipate him letting a monstrous roar into her face, a fire built in his throat.

"Umbagon, gīda"

Wait, calm.

He stopped, his head lowered, sniffing her. She refused to show her fear, refused to cry. "Dohaerās" she stuttered.

Serve

His head lowered further, edging closer to her face. He sniffed her, letting out a grumble. "Dohaerās" she let out again, this time her voice firm.

His body lowered; his face approached hers. She reached her hand out to stroke him, rubbing at his nose.

"kessa ao ivestragī nyke kipagon ao?" she questioned, hand still stroking him.

will you let me ride you?

His eyes homed in on her, taking in her every movement. Assessing her.

He moved his head forward gently, softly nuzzling her, or at least as much as a dragon could. She took that as a yes and moved forward slowly. Her hand not leaving him. whether to reassure her or him, she did not know. She stoked along his side gently. Moving forward to the ladder to his saddle.

"ok" she muttered to herself, reaching forward to grab the ladder "don't fall, don't fall" she moved up slowly, holding her breath. Making it onto the saddle, he let out a slight shake. Not enough to throw her off, but enough to hurry up. It seemed as if Vermithor was eager to let his new mount fly him.

She sat down slowly, grabbing the reins, "sōvegon".

fly

His ascension was fast, somewhat graceful. Unlike her mother's dragon, he did not glide into the air, sweet and graceful. No Vermithor flew. He flapped his wings to their full length, showing off his size and power. Vermithor wanted to dominate the sky and show his power. He was loud, roaring as if to announce his presence. At first, she thought it was to strike fear and warn other dragons off, but by the quick company of Silverwing, she knew it was a call.

The mated dragons roared upon each other's presence. And then they began to sing. They moved around each other, their voices echoing their movements.

They flew and moved around each other.

She realised then that with one came the other. Much like she and Aemond, perhaps he could claim Silverwing. And they could be like their first riders, she hoped.

She wasn't sure how long they flew, by the time she had even claimed Vermithor the sun had begun to rise, and her parents must be starting to worry. But she could not find it in her to care. They landed outside the entrances to the castle and were quickly greeted by her parents.

"Muña, Kepa" she shouted in greeting. "I claimed him, Muña" she let out excitedly.

"I saw, my love." Her mother spoke, her tone wavering between stern and happy. She knew her mother could not stay mad at her for long, especially with how happy she was.

Her father let out a laugh, "We saw, sweetheart, but you can't keep sneaking out" he tried to say sternly, though his pride shone through his eyes.

"I know, it won't happen again" she muttered, lying.

"hmm" her mother spoke, clearly not believing it "you know, when you lie you look at your feet"

"sorry" she squeaked out, before seeing Jace, her younger brother (by ten moons) run out.

"Senya!" he shouted.

"Did you see? Did you see?" she asked excitedly, as Jace ran up to her and hugged her.

"Yes! Can you take me riding?" he questioned excitedly, Vermax being only four was nowhere near large enough to ride.

"of course," she spoke quickly wrapping her arms around him and spinning in a circle.

Her mother cleared her throat "not until you are older" she spoke " and you missy, will have to hold off on the riding until the dragon masters deem you ready".

Shouts of discontent rang between the two children, "but you claimed Syrax was around my age, and you were allowed to ride her!"

"Yes, but Syrax was much smaller, and Vermithor is much bigger" her mother spoke, pride in her tone when speaking of her dragon.

Visenya only hoped for a bond like her mother and her dragon had.

Ever since claiming her dragon Aemond had tried to distance himself from her. His jealousy strong and their relationship. But she refused to put up with Aemonds actions. Dragging him along with her to meet Vermithor, trying to get Silverwing to bond with him. She did not, but the notion alone made all jealousy he felt disappear. She continued in her efforts to find him a dragon to claim, and whenever he wanted, she would take him out on Vermithor.

If the people of KingsLanding thought, they were close before, then this was a whole new thing.

Alicent, her grandmother, had always liked her. Found her sweet and adored how she cared for Aemond.

Everyone in KingsLanding enjoyed the young princess.

They did not however like her brothers.

At first, she didn't understand, still believing that Ser Laenor was their father. That was until she met Ser Harwin strong. Seeing the way her mother looked at him, the way he looked towards Jace and Luke. The way he had taken her under his wing also and treated her as if she were his own. She knew he was her brother's father, not hers. But neither was Laenor. But she still loved him like he was and treated him as if he was. She was his favourite (another reason for the court to believe she was his) and she was always by his side, and always felt such sorrow when he went off to battle in the steppestones.

She did feel some envy of her brothers, though Ser Harwin loved her as much as he did her brothers, even sneaking off to teach her how to defend herself and swordplay, she could not shake the feeling of jealousy.

Her mother, as much as she loved her, always had a look of resentment when she saw her. She assumed it was because she looked like her father. A man she had no idea who he was a man she could only assume her mother loved. Her mother favoured her brothers, she knew it, lived with it, and resented it. All because she looked like a man whom she had never met. Though being named her mother's heir did quench some of the envy she felt, it still wasn't enough.

Her mother may always be there for her, that was no lie. But unlike with her brothers, there was a hesitance to it.

That was another reason why she wanted a sister, perhaps a sister would understand why she felt the way she did and be treated the same as she was.

But she understood she wouldn't be, no her siblings would all come from a man who loved her mother, and her mother loved back. A man who stuck around.

So, when she overheard, she had a brother, no surprise was seen on her face as she understood nothing would change. That she would be fourth on her mother's list of priorities.

Loved just as much as her brothers, but a hesitance to it.

"Muña" she called, walking down the hallway, towards her mother's chambers.

She had promised her mother she would be there for the birth, wanting to act as support and learn one day what would be a part of her own life (a fact her mother never let her forget).

She ran up to her, quick to greet her new baby brother, her brothers will be very pleased. Her father quickly appeared from another entrance, causing her to run straight into him "ugh, Kepa! Watch where you are going" she groaned, rubbing her nose

He chuckled softly "sorry, little love"

"My, my what happened to you!" her mother exclaimed, "if memory, serves you'd said you'd be her for the birth of the babe?"

She offered a sheepish smile, "Sorry mother, Vermithor wanted to go flying, ask him yourself" nodding her head, it was true to some degree, she wanted to go flying and Vermithor was more than eager to comply.

Her mother hummed in response.

"A boy! I've just heard" her father finally spoke, happily.

"Yes," mother said through pained breaths.

"Can I name him, this time mama?" she said begged. She had a very long list of names and was more than prepared to give her brother a fitting name. as much as she loved Jace and Luke, she hated their names.

Her father patted her head and said "it's up to you mother, love" before turning to her "well done, where are you going?"

"She wants to see him." Her mother hissed, walking shakily up the stairs.

She?

Alicent?

She Shook her head, Alicent had four babes of her own, surely she understands how painful birth is. She rolled her eyes. Perhaps she was getting too old. She was a grandmother after all!

"Now? I'm coming with you"

"Me too!"

"I should hope so," her mother remarked, bitterly.

"Can I hold him, Muña?" she asked, seeing her mother struggling.

Her mother looked down at her and nodded, grateful for the small rest it gave her "of course, my sweet girl"

Her father quickly offered her his arm, which was taken gratefully.

She looked down at her brother, he had the same nose as Luke, brown hair and what she could make out brown eyes. A shame. She had hoped for at least one silver-haired sibling. She was starting to feel like the odd one out.

"Was it terribly painful"

Both mother and daughter turned to look at the other and rolled their eyes.

"I took a lance through the shoulder once," he remarked, unaware of his wife and daughter's actions.

"My deepest sympathies" her mother hissed.

She was completely enchanted with her newest brother, despite his plain features, and simply choose to ignore her father and his attempts at comforting her mother, giving the babe forehead kisses, and cooing at how cute he was, but stopped upon realising he was covered in blood let out a disgusted snort. Her mother chuckled thinking it was directed at her father.

The halls were crowded with court members. Awaiting to see the newest prince. some to see if her mother had had another child sired by her father or another bastard.

Stopping for several members of the court to offer their congratulations to her mother before reaching the queen's chambers. She handed over her brother before bidding her parents farewell.

Whatever was about to happen, she had no desire to see.

And spotting Aemond walking through the corridors meant she didn't want to stick around for much longer.

"AEMOND!" she shouted, running up to him "I have another brother!"

He rolled his eyes, an action he tried to keep from her "hmmm" he said, not caring too much. She and he were walking down the corridor heading towards her family chambers.

"Congratulations Visenya! Oh, that's great news Visenya!" she mocked, putting on a deeper voice.

"Ha Ha, very funny" he spoke, unamused. Arms crossed.

"What does it even matter? Aren't they just another bas-"

"Do NOT-" she interrupted him; a stern look on her face. "They are my brothers, and that is all that matters" she spoke, tone hard, tired of Aemond's attitude. "If you're going to speak about this is will take my leave" she stared him down. Not at wanting to leave. Aemond always apologised, he hated it when he received the silent treatment from her and was often quick to apologise to prevent it.

"Sorry, Senya" he looked down. "what's his name?"

"I don't know, I have ideas, but mother probably won't listen to them!" she let out frustrated "it'll probably be some stupid name like Rhacearys or something!"

They had come up to her family chambers now, the door opened as Ser Harwin and her brothers walked in placing a dragon egg in a fire hearth inside.

"Brothers!" she exclaimed, walking in. Aemond stood by the doorway hesitant to enter.

"princess" Harwin greeted with a warm smile.

"Hello Harwin" she replied, hugging him.

"Senya" both her brothers exclaimed, before moving their eyes to Aemond "uncle," they said curtly, before looking at each other and giggling. Oh, they were up to something!

"Perhaps I should go" Aemond mumbled, moving to leave.

"I – but" she stuttered out, sad, he wanted to leave "I'll see you later? In our secret spot" she whispered the last part, winking terribly as she did so.

Aemond went to laugh but stopped after seeing something over her shoulder. Her brothers most likely. "of course," he mumbled.

"WAIT!" she ran up to him, giving him a quick hug. "BYE!"

Not long after his exit her mother and father entered the room, stopping her from confronting her brothers about whatever their plans with Aemond were.

"Mother look, we choose an egg for the baby" Jace spoke, as their mother moved to sit.

"That looks like the perfect one" she agreed, finally sitting in the chair to rest, as the cover on the eggs pot was lifted.

"We let Luke choose" Jace admitted, as Luke grew a proud smile and thanked him.

"Not every day an egg leaves the dragon pit, princess. I thought it best to escort the lads" Harwin spoke up, his eyes drawn to the babe in her father's arms.

"Laenor and I thank you, commander".

"Another boy, I heard. What a fine knight you are going to make, yes?" Harwin spoke towards the babe.

She stood by her father, looking down at the babe. He had been cleaned up since she last saw him. Much less blood.

"Ser Harwin wishes to be introduced to Joffrey"

"Joffrey?" she questioned, looking between her mother and father "my list had much better names!"

"shush, now," her father whispered, patting her head and moving the babe into ser Harwin's arms.

"wasn't that your friend's name?" she questioned, looking at her father.

He gulped and nodded "Oh! Ok, it's fine then. I forgive you!" she exclaimed. Though she still hoped for a chance to rename him to something much better.

"Father, please may I hold Joffrey?" Luke spoke, trying to grab Joffrey out of Harwin's arms.

Their father tutted, moving her brothers and herself away, dismissing them to their dragon pit lessons.

next chapter

[dreamfyrie]

End of the Day

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x His Family

Dinner with you and the kids was Aemond's favorite part of the day. His time was mostly spent in small council meetings trying to run the kingdom while Aegon was out doing whatever he pleased. Aegon had declared him Hand of the King early on in his reign, and Aemond was honored. That was before he had become a father and met you, though. Now he was trapped in a continuous cycle of counting down the minutes until he got to reunite with you and the children every evening.

He loved hearing his kids talk about everything they did during the day. Whenever they embellished the details of their day, he'd always look at you and see you holding in a laugh while trying to put on a serious face and play along with their stories.

"Father, I swear! Lightbringer actually talked out loud today, truly!" Your son proclaimed.

"What did he have to say?"

"He told me that he thinks I'm ready to ride, and you should probably start giving me flying lessons."

"You're not big enough to fly yet, maybe if you ate your vegetables so you could grow, you'd be in the air by now," Aemond said.

"Well, I guess I'll never be flying then."

Aemond sat up and asked, "Do you know how I lost my eye?"

"No.." Your son said hesitantly. Aemond had never opened up to the kids about his eye before. They had only ever known him to have one eye and assumed it was normal for some people to be missing one.

Aemond replied with the straightest face, "I refused to eat my vegetables, and the muscles in my face turned weak, and one day it just fell out."

Your youngest son's face turned white from his father's confession while your middle son sat up in his chair beside him, "I thought you said you lost it because you rolled your eyes and complained too much during your High Valyrian lessons?"

All of your children's attention had now been captured.

"What are you talking about? It got cut out when a tail hit him because he didn't make sure to always check his surroundings while he was in the dragon pit, that's why he has the scar," your eldest son stated matter-of-factly.

Thank the gods the kids started fighting about something else, so he didn't have to explain how he somehow managed to lose his eye three different times.

The two of you watched as your toddler stood up on her seat so she could tell a story. She can't help that she makes big gestures with her hands while talking and always somehow manages to accidentally knock over someone's goblet. Standing up like she was giving an important speech was her solution to this dilemma.

She never ceased to be the most entertaining part of dinner. Your daughter slapped her brothers in the face whenever they wouldn't stop picking on her, and Aemond couldn't help but smile. He was the one that gave her that idea, and she never hesitated to put them in their place.

You were pregnant with your fifth child, and out of instinct, Aemond would rest his hand on your belly whenever he wasn't eating. He'd sit there content after dinner, listening to everyone's conversations, and his mind couldn't help but drift off sometimes.

Aemond never got to eat dinner with his father and liked to imagine this is what it could have been like. He loved how his kids felt so comfortable around him that they had no reservations about sharing all their thoughts. Kids were never something he thought too much about. He never imagined he'd enjoy being a father this much, let alone look forward to being surrounded by his children at the end of a long day.

It felt overwhelming at first, having people who loved him unconditionally and looked up to him. He spent most of his life seeking the approval of his parents, and it felt strange that he was in that position now, being in charge of making little humans that loved him so much feel worthy and enough. Aemond saw the way his mother always yelled and hit Aegon, and now that he was a parent himself, he couldn't help but wonder if that's why he turned out to be such a sad person. He would never hurt his own kids, the thought of even raising his voice at them made him feel guilty.

He came back to reality when he saw your daughter wiggling around, dancing with a knife in her hand that she had just used to cut herself a slice of cake, and her brothers yelling at her to put it down.

Aemond let out a chuckle while watching the scene in front of him. Having kids changed him more than he had ever expected. He had never been too close to Aegon, Helaena liked to be left alone with her bugs, and Daeron was away. The camaraderie that came with having siblings was something he never really had the chance to experience.

Watching his children fight like animals between each other but be ready to kill someone that ever hurt one of them, forced him to put a lot of his past into perspective. Too many of Aemond's years were wasted carrying resentment towards Lucerys. He knew if his children were in the position of watching their brother or sister being hurt, they would've done the same exact thing that Lucerys did.

He wished his forgiveness and understanding had come earlier in life, before things were too late to fix. Aemond's kids wouldn't be like him, though. He'd teach them about forgiveness, not judging people too harshly, and trying to see things from other people's points of view. He would try his hardest to pass on his wisdom and be a father worthy of their innocent love.

[mint-yooxgi]

{3} - Paradise Gardens - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Book Two to Hotel California

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor, Smut

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on San & Wooyoung)

Words: 11,660

Warnings: Very suggestive content. OC wakes up needy and the guys are more than happy to provide. Morning canoodling: fingering (fem. receiving), breast play, praise, hand job. Mentions of past trauma and PTSD. Minor anxiety. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: I am SO excited for this chapter, you have no idea. First, a little sweet smut with Woosan, and then the return of everyone’s favourite dragons!!! Ehehehe, I really am looking forward to everything else I ave planned for this series, and I really hope you all are too. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I don’t do tag lists.

Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two

The pale grey light of the early morning sun shines dully through the clouds covering the sky above. The soft sound of rain patters gently against the windows, giving rise to a veiled mist that drifts through the air. Faintly, a chill settles over the room, yet the warmth radiating off of either male beside you protects you from the crispness of dawn.

You hum contently.

“Good morning, Angel,” a light chuckle sounds from in front of you, a hand coming up to tenderly grasp your cheek.

A low noise of acknowledgement escapes you from within your throat, eyes remaining closed as you stretch yourself beneath the covers.

The other hand that you feel placed gently over your stomach, resting just below your chest, draws you in closer. His fingers press delicately into your skin beneath the material of your shirt, shifting slightly as his own chest brushes against your back.

“Rise and shine, Pretty Baby,” San’s voice is a mere rumble right by your ear, lips pressing delicately against the skin of your neck.

Another low hum escapes you, burying yourself deeper into the comfort of their embrace. “Five more minutes.”

The way you can feel both of their chests shaking with affectionate laughter has a content smile pulling at your features.

“Take your time, Gorgeous,” Wooyoung breathes out, leaning in to place a kiss onto your forehead. “We’re right here.”

Beneath the blankets, your legs shift slightly, tucking them in a little closer to you. Well, as much as you can with either male surrounding you. A soft, pleasant thrum echoes throughout your body, and you find that you cannot help the way you squeeze your thighs together the smallest bit beneath the covers.

You were having a very lovely dream, and you can feel the lingering effects throughout your body. The way tingles travel lightly over your skin, settling into your bones, has you shifting your hips slightly once more, seeking any sort of friction that you can this morning.

Suddenly, San’s hand pressing against your bare skin begins to feel too hot.

A small whine escapes you. The arm you have lazily slung over Wooyoung’s waist tugs him in closer.

“What the matter, Baby?” There’s nothing but concern held in San’s voice, but you have a feeling that were you to open your eyes and turn to look at him, you’d see a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

Slowly, meticulously, San begins smoothly tracing his thumb against the skin of your stomach. The moment you turn your body the slightest bit, angling yourself so that you’re leaning against his chest for support as your legs part briefly, you hear them both inhale sharply.

Two low, pleased growls reverberate around the room, chests rumbling with each breath that they now take.

Your breathing deepens as you feel the hand Wooyoung has resting against your cheek slide down the side of your neck. His touch is light, nothing more than a careful brush of his skin against your own as your eyes finally flutter open. The way you can see him already staring at you, gaze dark as his own chest rises and falls dramatically with each breath that he takes has you biting your lower lip in response.

San’s hand slips a fraction of an inch lower, his thumb continuously brushing against your skin.

“I-“ your voice gets caught in your throat, but you can see the visible way Wooyoung is hanging on to your every word. From the way San tenses behind you, you know that he is, too. Another low whine escapes you. “Please.”

“Please, what, Baby?” San’s voice is nothing short of teasing as his hand slips the slightest bit lower over your skin. From the pleasant rumble that shakes his chest, you can just tell that he can feel how frantically your heart is racing inside of your chest right now.

“Tell us what you need, Angel, and we will do everything in our power to fulfill your every desire.” Wooyoung leans forward to rest his forehead against your own, staring deeply into your eyes as his swirl with that all too familiar darkness that you’ve become so used to.

A faint heat begins to blossom on your cheeks, legs once more shifting beneath the covers as you feel San move his hand yet another fraction of an inch downwards.

“You-” you begin, and you watch the corner of Wooyoung’s lips quirk upwards. “My dream…”

“Yes?” He hums, somewhat knowingly. “What about it?”

Your hand on his waist grips him a little firmer, and you notice how his breath hitches in response.

“You’re aware of it, then.” The words are a little strained, mind still cloudy with the haze of both sleep and need. The need to feel them against you: touching you, and you subsequently touching them.

“Of course we are, Beautiful,” Wooyoung’s lips twitch upwards the faintest bit, his fingers dancing along the exposed skin of your collarbones. Your shirt does little to cover you, and you find that you’re grateful for that fact at the present. “It’s delightful to know that you dream about us in such ways that we’ve always dreamt about you.”

“Yet, you haven’t done anything to me in spite of it,” you observe, a hint of inquiry clinging to your words as your chest rises and falls dramatically.

“This is not the first time we’ve experienced you having such pleasant dreams while being held in our embrace, Pretty Baby.” San’s grip tightens the slightest bit around you. The way he can hear your breath hitch as you feel his semi-erect cock now pressing against your ass has a subtle smirk pulling at his lips. “We simply never want you to think that we expect anything to come from it.”

“Nor do we want to take advantage of you during such times.” Wooyoung adds lowly, his hand pausing momentarily in its movements to settle lovingly against your shoulder.

“What if-“ your breath hitches once more as you shift within their hold, “What if I want you to touch me because of it.”

Two low, pleased growls echo around the room for the second time this morning.

“If that is what you want, Baby, than we are more than happy to oblige,” San nips lightly at your ear, his lips trailing delicate kisses along the skin of your exposed neck in the next moment.

“San, Wooyoung,” the whimper of their names are but a desperate plea on your lips as you feel yourself clench around nothing. “My Kings, please, touch me.”

“With pleasure.” The low growl that escapes San is synonymous with the way he grinds his hips into your ass. 

Slowly, he trails his hand the rest of the way downwards. Gripping the skin of your thigh lightly, he carefully drags your leg back to rest delicately over his own, spreading you open the slightest bit for the both of them this morning.

Inhaling deeply, both males let out more pleased rumbles at the way the scent of your arousal begins to permeate the air.

“You smell wonderful, Baby,” San hums, fingers teasingly dancing along the waistline of your sweatpants. “And all just for us.”

Again, you feel yourself clench around nothing, humming right along with him. “Just for you.”

You fail to see the way San’s eyes flash black at your words, but you do not miss the shifting of Wooyoung’s. The elder of the two is quick to prop himself up on his elbow, leaning further into you in order to trail his lips down your neck and over the skin of your shoulder, nipping at the tender flesh all the while.

The whole time, Wooyoung’s hand begins to move over you once more. He cups your cheek delicately, loving the way your own arm shifts upward to do the same to him. 

The way you meet his gaze says it all. Nothing but tender love and affection shines within. Not only that, but that familiar spark of desire and excitement. It’s been a little while since you’ve allowed any of them to touch you like this, and the last thing either of them wants to do is push things too far. Always, they will take things at your pace, and the fact that you want them to please you, that your need and desperation for them is making you ache for their touch, has a familiar warmth flooding their veins.

“If you change your mind, and want us to stop at any point,” San whispers lowly into your ear, “you let us know right away, Baby.”

You find you can only nod in response, a mumbled ‘I will’ barely escaping you as your eyes flutter shut. The feeling of San’s hand resting just beneath your sweats is drawing all of your focus, stomach twisting in desire the longer he goes without touching you where you need him most.

“The same goes for if we do anything that makes you uncomfortable,” Wooyoung adds.

The soft smile that pulls onto your features as you crack your eyes open to look at him sets his heart racing inside of his chest.

“Likewise,” you manage to get out, your thumb brushing tenderly against his cheek.

Smiles pull at both of their faces, nothing but love dripping from their gazes as they look at you. The fact that you begin to squirm slightly once more in anticipation has affectionate chuckles escaping them yet again.

“My Queen,” Wooyoung’s breathless call of your title draws your attention back on to him. Slowly, he leans in, eyes darting longingly down to your lips as he licks his own. “Please, may I kiss you?”

You cannot deny the way your heart positively flutters at his request.

A soft smile graces your features as you pull him closer, your breath ghosting along the skin of his lips. “I would love nothing more.”

The moment Wooyoung presses his lips to your own, a content rumble escapes him. His hands are desperate, clinging onto you as if you may slip through his fingers at a moment’s notice. His chest presses right up against your own, deepening the kiss without another second of hesitation.

The gasp you let out as San dips a finger through your folds is music to both of their ears.

“Fuck- My Queen,” San’s voice is but a pleased growl on his lips as he lightly begins to circle your clit. “So wet for me.”

You part briefly from Wooyoung’s lips as you moan, eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

“All for you,” you hum, feeling as Wooyoung slides his one hand down to gently begin palming at your breast.

His lips are back on your own just as he brushes a thumb over your nipple, feeling it harden beneath the fabric of your shirt as he continues his ministrations.

Again, San dips his fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness before moving upwards to circle your clit gently.

Your breath hitches, and you cannot help the way your hips jolt at the touch.

“Fuck-“ a shudder wracks San’s spine, his eyes falling shut as he increases the pressure the slightest bit over your clit. “You were just aching for us to touch your little wet, needy cunt, weren’t you, Baby?”

“Yes.” A desperate whimper escapes you as your clit pulses against the pads of his fingers.

San smirks against the skin of your neck.

“Pretty Baby,” he hums, loving the way you begin to shift your hips back against his hard cock, grinding your ass against him in tandem with the movements of his hand.

A breathless sigh of his name falls from your lips, and you feel him twitch against you. The corner of your lips quirk upwards as you hear San let out an unabashed moan from behind you.

“My name was made to be graced by your lips, My Queen,” his chest rumbles once more in content, breaths coming in jagged pants right by your ear.

“Every sound that you make for us is a symphony, Angel,” Wooyoung draws your attention back to him for the moment, eyes dark as he licks his lips. “One which we could never tire of.”

A growl of agreement sounds at your back.

In the next moment, you feel Wooyoung’s hands slowly begin to creep up beneath your shirt. Tingles erupt over your skin everywhere he touches, your breath stuttering as you feel him ghost his fingers along the underside of your breasts.

“Please, My Queen,” Wooyoung gives a slight tug of your shirt upwards, meeting your gaze briefly. Desperation shines behind his eyes, mixing with that all too familiar heated desire you can see swirling within. “May I?”

A frantic nod of your head greets him in response, a breathless ‘yes’ falling from your lips.

The smile that pulls onto Wooyoung’s features is filled with nothing but tender affection as he helps you strip out of your shirt. Shamelessly, his eyes roam over every bare inch of your exposed flesh, that familiar darkness swirling within.

Gently, your hands sneak up beneath his own shirt. “You, too.”

For only a brief moment, both males part from you. You can only watch on in anticipation as Wooyoung tugs his shirt over his head, and you have no doubt that San is doing the exact same behind you. A fact of which is only confirmed when you feel the elder male pressing right up against your back, the warmth from his skin settling deep into your bones and causing a pleasant shudder to caress your spine.

San cannot help the pleased growl that builds in his chest at feeling your bare skin pressing right up against his own. Warmth floods his veins, heart pounding within as the euphoric feeling of finally being able to hold you against him without the barrier of clothing settles over him. This is everything he could have ever dreamed of, and so much more. 

The intimacy of this moment alone makes his head spin. Long since has he desired to feel the press of your tender flesh against his own, and he finds that now that he’s gotten a taste, he will never be able to get enough. Especially not when it comes to you, for this feeling is like no other that he has ever felt before in his life.

He pulls you closer.

Trailing your gaze over Wooyoung’s exposed torso, you lick your lips. The fact that you can hear his breath hitch as you do so has the corners twitching upwards. 

The moment he settles back onto the bed, your hands are on him, fingers dancing along the skin of his abdomen and up his chest. The way he shivers beneath your touch sets your heart racing, warmth flooding your veins.

Your eyes catch on that all too familiar necklace he always wears ever since you gifted it to him. There’s no doubt in your mind that San is wearing his own as well.

“My Handsome Kings,” you hum lowly, a pleasant warmth continuing to spread outwards through your body, and all the way down to the tips of your fingers which are tracing lightly over the skin of Wooyoung’s chest. “All mine.”

Their reactions are instantaneous: snarls of approval escape them both, their eyes flashing black once more. San cannot prevent the desperate way his hips grind against your ass, while Wooyoung immediately pulls you back into him for a kiss.

“All yours, My Queen,” San’s voice is but a low rumble by your ear as he nips lightly at your skin.

“All yours,” Wooyoung echoes lowly against the skin of your lips, only to pull away and rest his forehead against your own. “Now, let us take care of you.”

The drag of Wooyoung’s one hand down your body is meticulous, electricity following in his wake as he reaches the waistline of your sweats. Only, before he can so much as dip one finger below the band, San tugs you further back against his chest, a low warning growl escaping his lips.

“You got to touch her last time,” his hand is quick to replace Wooyoung’s, eyes flashing dangerously at his brother. “It’s my turn to please Our Queen.”

Wooyoung’s brow twitches in amusement, tongue darting out to wet his lips as the corner quirks upwards slightly. A movement of which you know is pointed on his part, especially when he notices you staring at his mouth. 

Your own parts slightly in response, your chest rising and falling dramatically with every breath. With wide eyes, and your heart beating erratically in your chest, you find yourself leaning further back against San. His skin presses delicately against your own, and you nearly swoon from that feeling alone.

Letting out a slight amused huff in his brother’s direction, Wooyoung retracts his hand. For now. Instead, he trails it back up your body, moving to cup your one breast. His thumb brushes tenderly against your nipple, feeling it harden beneath his touch once more. He smirks.

Slowly, you grind your hips back against San, practically feeling the way his cock twitches against the skin of your ass. At the same time, you trail your one hand down Wooyoung’s chest, letting your nails scrape lightly against his skin. The way you hear his breath hitch as you teasingly hook a finger beneath the waistline of his own sweats has a small smile tugging at your lips.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Wooyoung’s lips part. His chest rises and falls dramatically, the subtlest of nods to his head as he looks at you pleadingly. He doesn’t need to say anything for you to understand that he’s practically begging for you to touch him right now. A promise of which you have every intention to follow through on.

“Sannie,” you whine, shifting your hips back against him as your brow furrows in slight frustration. The aforementioned male hasn’t moved his hand from its position right above the hemline of your sweats for the past few minutes, and you can hardly stand the way you begin to throb in need. “If you’re going to touch me, then please, touch me. Otherwise, I’ll do it myself.”

Wooyoung’s one brow quirks in amusement as another growl sounds from behind you. The way San instantly has his one arm wrapped around your waist, holding you flush against him while the other finally sneaks back beneath your sweatpants has your heart fluttering in anticipation.

“Like hell am I going to miss out on the opportunity to please you, My Queen,” he drags his fingers in the lightest of touches over your wet folds. “I simply just want to take my time and enjoy you this morning.”

“Then-“ your words get caught in your throat, breath hitching as you feel him slowly sink a finger into your tight cunt.

A low moan escapes you, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head as you feel yourself clench around him.

“Fuck- so warm,” he hums, chest rumbling in content. “So wet, and all for me.”

“Yours,” your hips grind against him, feeling him beginning to move his finger gently along your inner walls.

A guttural groan escapes him, his own hips working in tandem with your own. The press of his hard cock against your ass, combined with the way you can feel his finger pressing up inside of you has your eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

The feeling of Wooyoung’s lips on your skin draws your attention back to the younger male, gazing down at him to see him gently biting and sucking at your chest. His tongue is quick to trace over your skin, sliding down to lightly flick over your one nipple. The way his hands feel cupping your breasts, tenderly squeeing the flesh as he suckles that pert little bud into his mouth has you arching into him.

“My Kings,” you sigh breathlessly, losing yourself to the euphoric feeling that begins to flood your veins. “Just like that.”

Two pleased growls reverberate against your skin, chests rising and falling in tandem as a beautiful symphony of sin consisting of your soft moans fills the air.

San adds another finger, and the way your whole body shudders in his hold has a pride unlike ever before swirling within his chest. The way he can feel you squeezing him so delicately as he massages you warm walls makes his head spin. This is everything he could have ever asked for, and so much more. The fact that he is the one able to bring you uninterrupted pleasure right now has his cock twitching within his sweats once more.

Delicately, your fingers begin to trace along the skin of Wooyoung’s stomach. The way you can feel him tense beneath your touch has you smiling faintly, your free hand coming up to tangle in his locks as he continues to nip at the tender flesh of your breasts. He alternates between tracing his tongue over your skin, and sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, eyes always darting up to catch your every expression.

The moment he feels your one hand sneak beneath the waistline of his sweats, palm ghosting over the skin of his hard cock, he moans. Wooyoung cannot help the way his eyes flutter shut as you grasp his aching cock gently, giving the base a light squeeze as you begin to pump him a few times in your hold. The swipe of your thumb over his leaking tip has him twitching in your grip, another unabashed moan escaping his lips.

“My Queen,” his brow furrows, head falling forward to rest against the skin of your chest. “Fuck- My Queen.”

His breathing comes in jagged pants, hands trembling in their hold over your skin as he clings onto you for dear life.

Too many times has Wooyoung fantasized about the feeling of your hands on his skin. Ever since that fateful day where you allowed him the honour of eating you out in front of all of his brothers, Wooyoung has craved your touch on him in every way imaginable. A simple taste is no longer enough; the mere thought of you, pleasing him while he pleases you, sets his whole body alight with the flames of his passion which have always burned brightly for you. Gladly, he will drown in that blazing pit of desire. Every. Single. Time.

You twist your wrist, alternating between squeezing him gently beneath your fingers and swiping your thumb over the tip. The way you can feel his whole body trembling against your own has a sense of pride swelling in your chest, heart racing once more. A fact of which you know he can hear, for he begins placing wet, open mouthed kisses over your skin in time with each rapid pulse of your heart.

“So pretty, Baby,” San hums against the back of your neck, smirking against your skin as he feels you tilt your head the slightest bit backwards to rest against his own. “Letting us take care of your like this.”

“You’re doing so well for us, Angel,” Wooyoung’s words are strained, but he manages to shift his gaze upwards to meet your own. The way his voice catches slightly as you slide your hand down to cup his balls, beginning to massage them in the next second, has a smirk pulling at your features. “Fuck- just like that.”

A choked whimper escapes your lips as you feel San pressing his thumb over your clit. The moment he begins circling that little bundle of nerves, you cannot help but clench around his fingers.

Your eyes flutter shut. “So good to me.”

Pleased rumbles shake their chests, their lips finding purchase on your skin. Each male has to feel your pressing against them in every way possible, needing to have you trembling from their touch. Only they can bring you to such ecstasy, in any and every way they know how.

Wooyoung’s mouth is back on your one breast, nipping at the tender flesh before suckling gently on that pert little bud. His one hand comes up to pinch at your opposite nipple, making sure to give each an equal amount of attention. Though, with the way you begin to slide your palm over his hard cock, subtly increasing the pressure all the while, he finds it more and more difficult to concentrate on anything other than you.

Small whines begin to fall from your lips, increasing in pitch and frequency as you feel San slowly beginning to quicken his movements over your clit. The way he adds the slightest bit more pressure against your walls with his fingers has your breath hitching, especially when you feel him massaging that one tender spot inside of you so delicately.

That familiar tightening in your lower abdomen begins to grow, and you cannot prevent the way your eyes flutter shut in bliss. Low mutters of ‘yes’ continually fall from your lips like a mantra, hips continuously grinding back against San’s as you meet his every movement.

“My Kings,” their title is but a whimper as you desperately cry out their names.

“That’s it, My Queen,” San’s voice is but a pleased snarl on his lips, increasing the urgency of his movements against you once more. “Come for me. Come for Your Kings.”

“Don’t hold back, Angel,” Wooyoung pants, and you feel him twitch within your hold as you continue to twist your wrist, your hand working over his cock in tandem. “We’re right here. Let yourself go.”

“San, Wooyoung-“ nothing more than a desperate plea of their names falls from your lips. “Fuck-“

Grabbing the back of Wooyoung’s head, your fingers tangle in his hair. Holding onto him quite firmly, you guide his lips back to your own. Gladly, the younger male swallows all of your sounds, offering you ones of his own as his hips move in time with your every stroke over his throbbing cock.

Not even a second later, his hips stutter. A guttural groan escapes him soon after as he completely stills in your hand.

The press of his forehead against yours is synonymous with the first spurts of his come that you can feel leaking onto your hand. Only, you find you don’t have time to revel in his orgasm, for your own crashes into you in the next moment.

A loud, unabashed moan escapes you as you throw your head back in bliss. Your eyes fall shut, chest heaving as you feel San riding you through your high, his fingers languidly stroking over your inner walls as his thumb gently continues to circle over your clit. The way you can hear pleased snarls escaping him with every breath he takes makes your head spin, whole body spasming in his hold.

“That’s it, Baby,” he nips at the shell of your ear, pressing tender kisses down the skin of your neck. “I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

A pleasant hum escapes you, but it comes out more as a whine than anything as you attempt to catch your breath. The way you can feel yourself clench around San’s fingers once more as he slowly removes them from your cunt has a shiver caressing your spine.

“You did so well for us, Angel,” Wooyoung breathes, his chest rising and falling dramatically as he attempts to calm himself down.

“Because My Kings always take such good care of me,” you hum, settling your free hand over San’s arm still wrapped around your waist as you meet Wooyoung’s gaze from across from you.

Two content rumbles echo through your ears, feeling San press a few more light kisses against the skin of your shoulder.

Slowly, you remove your own hand from beneath Wooyoung’s sweats, feeling the stickiness of his come clinging to the skin of your fingers. Without breaking eye contact with him, you bring your hand up to your lips, tongue darting out to collect some of his release as you languidly drag it along your skin.

Wooyoung’s eyes flash, a low groan escaping him as his gaze locks on the way you are more than happy to taste him on your tongue.

“You’re a temptress, you know that, Angel?” He brings his one hand up to cup the side of your face.

“You’ve already gotten to taste me,” you reply, subtle grin tugging at your lips as you meet his gaze. “It’s only fair that I get to taste My King, too. Is it not?”

“But, of course,” he smirks, leaning forward to rest his forehead against your own once more. “Any and every time you’d like.”

The way his eyes shine has a soft smile gracing your features. Nothing but a content fondness can be seen within your gaze as you absolutely revel in this moment with the both of them.

Your heart swells inside of your chest. Gently, your thumb resting against San’s arm begins to brush tenderly against his skin.

“Sannie, did you-“

“Don’t worry about me, Pretty Baby,” he’s quick to cut you off, nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck in the next second. “I am more than satisfied right now.”

At the slight wetness you can feel seeping into the back of your sweatpants and against your ass, a heat begins to bloom on your cheeks. “Oh.”

“You truly do not know the effect you have on all of us, do you?” Wooyoung chuckles fondly, pecking your lips tenderly before pushing himself off of the bed.

You watch him lovingly as he grabs his discarded shirt only to turn back to you in the next second. Softly, he begins cleaning off of the rest of your hand as you and San both sit up in bed.

“I guess I don’t,” the pull of your lips upwards is slight, eyes fixed on the way he tenderly caresses your hand. “I never thought it was possible for someone to desire me in the ways that you all do.”

“Well, get used to it, Baby,” An affectionate chuckle escapes San’s lips, and he’s quick to wrap both of his arms around your bare torso, chin coming to rest on your one shoulder as he holds you to him. “Because we will never stop wanting you.”

The way you tilt your head to the side in order to rest your own gently against his says it all. Your eyes flutter shut. “I believe you.”

Low hums of contentment rumble within their chests, San turning his head to place a tender kiss against your cheek.

“I love you, Baby,” he whispers, arms tightening ever so slightly around your waist as he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck.

The way you practically melt into his embrace, your hand coming to rest over the skin of his arms yet again says it all. 

“I love you, Sannie.” A tender smile graces your features as you hum. Shifting your gaze, you manage to clasp one of Wooyoung’s hands in your own. A moment later, and you’ve intertwined your fingers with his, squeezing gently. “I love you, Wooyoung.”

The way his lips pull upwards is nothing short of radiant. The joyous expression lights up the entire room, his eyes shining with nothing but love for you as he brings your joined hands up to press a delicate kiss onto the back of your skin.

“I love you, My Angel.”

A brief, comfortable silence settles over the three of you as you all bask in each other’s presence this morning. Nothing more needs to be said, nor is it necessary, for the ease of simply being together fills the room. That is, until you’re breaking it once more.

“So,” you drawl out that one word, a mischievous, knowing glint to your eyes, “this isn’t the first time you’ve all been affected by my dreams like this.”

It isn’t a question, but more so a statement of fact.

You feel San nod his head slightly against you while Wooyoung hums lightly in response.

“You know,” a slight grin begins to tug at your features, “you have my permission to wake me up during those times. If you want.”

The way Wooyoung’s eyes flash, an eager glint shining within has a chuckle escaping you.

“You mean…?” San can only hope he doesn’t sound too excited for the moment.

“Yes,” you confirm. “I mean, use your discrepancy, but I am more than happy to be woken up by any one of you touching me when something like this happens.”

Pleased growls greet your ears, and you swear you can hear one also come from just outside in the hallway.

“I’d just rather you all not stick anything inside of me while I’m unconscious, but most of everything else is more than okay with me.” You say, and you watch as Wooyoung grins widely before you, nodding almost a bit too enthusiastically along with your words.

“We’ll keep that in mind, Gorgeous,” he squeezes your hand once more, leaning forward to place a tender kiss onto your forehead. “The feeling is mutual. Even if we don’t necessarily sleep, we are more than content to have you wake us up in whatever pleasant ways you see fit.“

“Same conditions apply.” San adds lowly by your ear. “Now, we should probably start getting ready. We have a meeting to attend to, soon.”

“That we do.” You take a deep breath in, nodding softly as you begin to shift out of San’s hold, much to the male’s discontent.

Moving to the edge of the bed, you pull yourself onto your feet with the help of Wooyoung. Carefully, you raise your arms above your head, stretching out your back as you lean slightly from side to side.

“You’re doing it again, Gorgeous,” Wooyoung’s voice is playful, a quirk to his brow as his gaze is locked on your figure for the time being.

At the way you turn to look at him, and then back at San on the bed, a subtle heat begins to creep onto your cheeks. You blink bashfully at them, dropping your arms back to your sides as a giggle escapes you. “Whoops.”

Grins tug at all of your faces as they both watch you disappear into the bathroom, nothing but love shining in their eyes.

Getting ready for the day doesn’t take you that long. Once you’ve showered and changed into some fresh clothes, you begin to make your way towards the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. Of course, there’s already a fresh bowl of fruit waiting for you curtesy of San as soon as you open the fridge. A fact of which that makes you smile as you grab a fork from the drawer.

Twenty minutes later, and after you’ve cleaned up your dishes, you begin to make your way towards the foyer. It’s about the time you agreed upon to leave, anyways.

Rounding the corner, you see Jongho, Yunho, Mingi, and Seonghwa already standing in the middle of the foyer. A blink, and both Hongjoong and Yeosang appear.

“Ready to go, Darling?” Jongho comes to stand beside you just as both Wooyoung and San finally appear.

You nod. “Let’s go.”

The last thing you see is eight nods in agreement before you feel Jongho’s hand settle on your lower back. A moment later, and the somewhat familiar sight of that ancient forest greets your eyes. The soft patter of dewdrops hitting the leaves far above your head reaches your ears, and you begin to make the trek towards the dragon’s nest with your Eight Kings surrounding you.

The walk is silent, a heavy understanding of the situation settling over all of you as they help you through the foliage. This time, though, when you reach that same fallen log, it’s Seonghwa who helps you over it.

The base of the mountain is just as you remember it, the cliff face jutting out far above your head. However, the mountain seems slightly more ominous than it had been previously. You don’t know whether it’s just due to your nerves for this upcoming meeting, or based upon what had happened to you the last time you had visited the dragon’s nest. From the way you notice Jongho, Seonghwa, and Wooyoung all spare brief glances towards you out of the corner of their eyes, you know that they feel the same.

“Wyno is expecting us.” Hongjoong says, drawing your attention to him for the moment as he steps in beside you.

A simple nod is all that he receives from you in response as he places a gentle hand onto your shoulder. 

In the blink of an eye, you’re standing on that cliff face, looking out at the trees spreading out before you. Just as it did the first time, the sight takes your breath away, that look of pure awe painting your features and enrapturing each male as they watch over you carefully.

“All of you came.” A voice from behind you draws your attention.

Turning to face the opening of the cave, you see Wyno standing there in all of her glory. She looks just as ethereal as she did the first time you met her, a bright orange patterned robe wrapping around her figure this time. Her golden eyes shine as she meets your gaze, and she smiles briefly, her pointed teeth on full display. Only, worry pulls at her features in the next second.

Immediately, she crosses the short distance between you, and you hardly have time to react when you feel her hands cupping your cheeks tenderly. The way each male stiffens beside you does not go unnoticed by her.

“You’ve changed.” She breathes, eyes searching your features before briefly darting over your entire figure. A second later, she turns her accusatory gaze towards the males surrounding you. “What happened to My Child?”

The way you see Hongjoong visibly flinch as the others tense around you, shame washing over their features, has you instantly placing a hand onto Wyno’s shoulder.

“Miyeon happened.” Wooyoung growls out, a bitterness to his words.

“Another attack?” Wyno’s eyes narrow, pulling you the slightest bit away from the eight of them as if to push you behind herself.

“She won’t ever be an issue again.” Yunho’s lips pull back over his teeth, whole body tense.

Wyno takes a moment to observe them all carefully. “You were almost too late.”

This time, more than just Hongjoong flinches at her words.

Tenderly, you brush up against all of their minds.

“Please, do not blame them for what has happened, Wyno.” Your gentle voice draws her attention to you, and you notice her gaze soften. “They all saved me in more ways than one.”

Her shoulders relax, if only the slightest bit, as she straightens herself before you. Slowly, she begins to nod, as if in approval.

“You have changed.” She hums, gently pressing a hand onto the small of your back as she leads you towards the cave opening. “You’ve become stronger.”

Her words catch you off guard, blinking a few times in shock. You know that you’ve changed, but you don’t necessarily feel any different. Well, actually, that’s a lie. You do feel different. You feel more sure of yourself. You feel comfortable in your own skin, and you know that despite whatever happens, Your Kings will be with you every step of the way. They will protect you with everything that they are, just as you will now fight to protect them.

You’re in this together. Always. As equals.

“You have suffered, but you have grown from it.” She continues just as she reaches the mouth of the cave. “You truly are fit to be a Queen.”

“Thank you, Wyno.” A warmth blooms on your cheeks, lips tugging upwards bashfully as you avert your gaze. “That truly means a lot to me coming from you."

“I speak nothing but the truth, My Child,” she hums, a fond affection dripping within her gaze as she looks towards you. “Now, come. There are a few who are dying to see you.”

A screech from deep within the cave greets your ears in response, and you hear Wyno sigh. The corner of her lips quirk upwards faintly as she shakes her head in mock exasperation.

A somewhat large, dark blue blur darts from the mouth of the cave.

Instantly, you feel something attempt to tackle you to the ground. Only, you plant your feet this time, expecting the impact.

The dragon now stands about your height on his hind legs, his front arms resting on your shoulders as his wings flare out happily behind him. You can feel his snout rubbing against your jaw, nuzzling your neck affectionately as excited whines escape his throat.

“Xiron!” Your arms are instantly wrapped around that familiar dragon. You giggle. “I’m happy to see you, too!”

Two more screeches are heard from within the cave, a green amphiptere and an albino wyrm slithering out to rest on either side of Wyno. The wyrm physically shakes in excitement, mouth opening and closing in tandem as he screeches happily. The amphiptere, on the other hand, ruffles her wings, tail flicking in eagerness as she sees you hugging Xiron so warmly.

“They’ve all missed you greatly,” Wyno chuckles, crossing her arms slightly over her chest as she looks upon the scene affectionately.

“Well, I’ve missed them, too!” You reply, pulling away to look at the three babies before you. Though, the more you stare, the more you realize just how big they’ve all gotten. “Look at you! You’ve all grown so much!”

Happy roars greet your ears, bordering on screeches from all of them. Though, you fail to see the way eight males seem to begin pouting around you for the moment as your attention shifts to the dragons.

“How’s the wing?” You direct the question to the blue dragon in front of you, and he settles back onto his feet for the time being.

A moment later, and Xiron is more than content to stretch out his previously injured wing out for you to see. The membrane shines in the light of the sun, not a single scar to be seen as he coos proudly in your direction.

You fail to see the way Yeosang’s brow twitches in annoyance from behind you.

“Watch it, young one.” Jongho crosses his arms over his chest, his jaw tense.

The way you tilt your head slightly in curiosity has Wyno chuckling once more.

“He’s offering to take you for a flight on his back.” She says, noticing how both Yerra and Mon start screeching in protest from beside her. “Oh, pardon me. They all would like to take you for a ride at some point.”

The way your lips part, features lighting up with joy says it all. 

Despite the grumbling you can hear coming from the males around you, each cannot deny the way that seeing that expression on your face makes their heart race. Warmth begins to flood their veins at seeing you so happy again after the incident with Miyeon. They’re just jealous that they weren’t the ones to be able to do it first.

“I humbly accept,” you reply, hearing the three dragons screech loudly. Both Yerra and Xiron begin hopping around in their spots, Mon beginning to shake once more. “Though, how about we save that for next time. We have a few things to discuss before then.”

The way you can see all three of the young dragons visibly pout has you chuckling fondly at them.

“Hey, it gives me another reason to come back for more visits.” You tell them, watching as they perk up immediately afterwards. “Now, let me get a good look at all of you.”

Xiron begins hopping around you excitedly, as your gaze roams over both Yerra and Mon. You notice how both of them stand a little straighter, chests puffing out as you look at them.

“My goodness, you’ve all really grown, haven’t you?” Your eyes shine with nothing but awe as you step towards the other two babies. “Can’t quite sit on my shoulder anymore, can you?”

A whine escapes Mon in response.

“I don’t think that would be such a good idea,” Seonghwa grumbles, lips tugging downwards as he looks towards the albino wyrm.

“I’m assuming he just said he could still try?” You quirk a brow, and at the soft way Wyno nods, you smile. “It’s okay, Mon. I may not be able to hold you like a human baby anymore, but I can still hug you.”

The wyrm positively wiggles at your words, immediately rushing over to you and tackling you to the ground. The way he tenderly rubs his cheeks all over your neck, cooing all the while has laughter escaping you in tandem. Tenderly, your hands brush over the skin on his back, Mon more than happy to lay half on top of your body seeing as he’s now slightly bigger than you are in stature.

“Were they like this the first time, too?” Yunho leans in towards Jongho, keeping his voice low.

“Like you wouldn’t believe,” Wooyoung sighs, answering for his brother as he crosses his arms over his chest and looks towards the ground.

“You never let us do that,” Mingi pouts, mirroring Wooyoung’s stance as he watches Mon continue to affectionately rub against you.

“Well, you are not a little baby dragon, Min.” You hum, finally being able to sit up as Mon slides off of you for the moment. “Though, I suppose you’re not a baby anymore, are you, Mon?”

A pleasant rumble escapes him, and you chuckle.

“Alright, Little Man,” you tenderly rub his head as you stand back to your feet. “Let me see Yerra, too.”

The female amphiptere straightens slightly in her spot as you walk over to her, her green scales shining vibrantly in the sunlight. Her tail continues to flick happily behind her, pupils dilating as you approach.

Out of the three of them, she’s grown the most. She’s certainly the biggest out of all of them, and that fact makes you smile.

“What a beautiful young lady!” You comment, and you can just tell that Yerra is beaming at you as her eyes crinkle at the sides, her forked tongue darting out to scent the air. “Would you like a hug as well, Yerra?”

The dragon positively screeches, already moving to wrap her tail around you and draw you into her body.

The moment your arms are around her, her wings encompass you. The way the light filters through the soft membrane, casting light green hues over you has your eyes shining in awe once more.

A moment later, and she unwraps both her wings and her tail from around you.

You step back, smiling wildly at the amphiptere before you. You just know from the way she is looking back at you, that she wears a similar expression.

“The moment they heard you were coming for a visit, they could hardly contain their excitement.” Wyno hums, looking over the three young dragons as they begin play fighting with one another just outside of the cave mouth. “Though, I don’t think you’ll be getting your jacket back anytime soon.”

Your brow furrows. “My jacket?”

“Yes,” she confirms, motioning for you all to follow her inside of the cave with her head. “It was left behind that last time you came for a visit.”

Realization flashes across your features as you nod slowly. “I see.”

“Mon has taken the liberty to add it to his collection,” Wyno replies casually. “Hence why I don’t think you’ll be getting it back. He nearly devours anyone who gets close to it; it’s his favourite treasure.”

“Is it, now?” Your brow quirks in amusement as you hear eight displeased growls sound from behind you. “Well, he can keep it for as long as he likes.”

“I’ll let him know,” Wyno’s eyes shine with amusement as she turns to see eight tense kings standing around you. “He also wanted me to gift you something. Wait here.”

A blink and Wyno has disappeared around one of the corners of the cave wall. Not even a moment later, and she’s returning holding a rather bulky cloth.

“Just be careful when you unwrap it,” Wyno says, gently placing the cloth in your hands.

Slowly, and with meticulous caution, you begin to unwrap the bundle.

The moment you see what resides within, your lips part, a small gasp escaping you. There, resting within the confines of the cloth, are Mon’s baby teeth. They stand stark white against the dark green of the fabric, sharp and deadly as you stare down at them in awe.

“To receive a gift of any sort from a dragon is a high honour, only awarded to those who have long since proved themselves worthy. To receive a part of the dragon themselves, even more so.” Wyno says, a smile on her face as her gaze darts just behind you for the moment.

Turning your head, you see Mon seemingly standing nervously to the side.

You smile, wrapping the teeth carefully back up within the cloth as you hold it to your chest. A second later, and you’ve stepped before the wyrm, a tender look in your eyes as you reach out to stroke a hand lovingly over his head. Gently, you lean down and place a kiss against his skin.

“Thank you, Mon,” you continue to softly stroke your hand over his head. “I will cherish this gift until the end of time.”

The wyrm coos softly at you, affectionately rubbing his cheek against your hand in the next moment.

“When were you going to tell us that he imprinted, Wyno?” Mingi is the one that poses the question, turning to look at the aforementioned woman with an expression of irritation on his face. A look that is somewhat mirrored by all of his brothers.

“He’s not the only dragon to have imprinted on her. Xiron plans to gift her his scales once he starts shedding them instead of moulting.” Wyno meets his gaze, golden eyes flashing beneath the torch light. “Additionally, I would not have approved such a gift had she not already received our blessing.”

“Received your blessing?” Hongjoong quirks a brow, arms crossed over his chest.

“Yes.” Wyno grins, a knowing look pulling at her features as she looks over all of them before turning to you. “Your Queen is the first in a very long time to become Dragon Blessed.”

All eight of them inhale sharply, turning to look at you almost immediately.

Your curious gaze shifts from one male to the next as you clutch that bundle close to your chest. “What? What does that mean?”

“It means, My Child,” Wyno smiles softly at you, “you are one of us now. Whenever you should need us, all you have to do is think of us in your time of need, and we will be summoned to your side in seconds. You have received the highest honour we can bestow someone, even without their knowledge.”

You blink back tears, throat tightening with your emotions as nothing but pure gratitude and awe floods your veins. “I don’t understand.”

“You protected us like we were your own, without pause or hesitation.” Wyno closes the short distance between the two of you in order to rest her forehead against yours. Softly, your entire visage begins to glow as you stare deeply into her eyes, your heart pounding erratically in your chest. “You thought little of helping us despite the risk to your own life, which is more than even some dragons can say within this clan. You will forever have our alliance, and our friendship in repayment of this debt. You have honoured us, so now let us honour you.”

Your breath hitches as you see her step away from you. The way you see her golden eyes shining as she smiles sets your whole body glowing, a mark in the ancient language appearing over your brow where her forehead had just been pressing against your own. A symbol which annotates the bonds between you now. A symbol representing Wyno and every dragon that has come before, and that will subsequently come after her.

“Thank you,” your eyes shine with your unshed tears as an indescribable sense of happiness and gratitude floods your veins. The euphoric feeling warms your heart, sending pleasant tingles throughout your body and all the way to the tips of your fingers.

“You have more than earned this, My Child,” Wyno smiles softly. “It is well deserved.”

“Not even any of us are Dragon Blessed, Dearest,” Yeosang comments, coming to stand beside you in order to wrap his arm around your waist.

“Oh, really?” You quirk a brow, a certain pride filling your chest at this.

“I mean, I almost got my head bit off a few times. So, that has to count for something, right?” San grins as your mouth falls open.

“I was right!” You point at him, then back to Wyno.

“Like I’ve said before,” she chuckles. “Perceptive.”

“Wait, you told her already?” San pouts, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I mentioned it,” Wyno shrugs.

“She didn’t let on to who it was, but I had my theories,” you grin widely, shoulders shaking lightly in laughter.

“Hang on, can we just backtrack to the fact that the children have imprinted on Our Beloved.” Mingi comments, blinking a few times as they all turn to look towards Wyno once more.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of the babies,” your voice holds a teasing lilt to it as you quirk a brow.

“We’re not jealous,” Seonghwa is quick to retort, lips tugging downwards as a frown pulls at his features.

“You know there are more than just the one kind of imprint that we can make, correct?” Amusement dances within Wyno’s golden gaze as she looks over all eight of them. “They’re young. It might be more than just innocent for now, but they’re all harmless.”

“Never thought I’d see the day you’re all jealous over some young dragons,” you chuckle, looping your free arm around Yeosang’s waist as you continue clutching that bundle to your chest.

At the way Hongjoong, San, and Wooyoung all quirk their brows in your direction, you’re quick to quirk yours back. You chuckle, shaking your head lightly.

“You all want me to get jealous over you so bad.” Again, there’s a teasing lilt to your voice as the corner of your lips twitch upwards.

“Can you blame us, Petal?” Yunho grins right along with you.

You tilt your head in acknowledgement, a soft hum escaping you in the next moment.

“Ah,” Wyno seemingly nods in understanding. “They told you of our previous sexual relations, then.”

“Yes,” you turn to meet her gaze. “They did. In a way.”

“In hopes to make you jealous?” Her brow furrows slightly, not quite understanding the situation. “From your reactions based upon our first meeting, I would imagine you would become more jealous of the fact that they have gotten to experience me and you have not.”

Your cheeks flare with heat as you nod quite pointedly. “Exactly!”

Eight low growls sound around you.

“The invitation is open, Blessed.” Wyno nods in your direction once, a certain mirth dancing within her eyes as she says this with a straight face.

A teasing, sultry grin pulls at your features as your eyebrow quirks. The corner of your mouth twitches upwards. “Name the time and place.”

“Whenever and wherever you desire, Blessed,” Wyno continues the teasing, watching as the males stiffen around you.

Turning to the eight males around you, you jokingly laugh out a, “come back in five hours?”

Only, the males do not seem to pick up on it, for warning snarls are escaping them in the next second. Even Yeosang’s grip around your waist tightens, pulling you closer into his side.

A boisterous laugh escapes you, and even Wyno cannot prevent the mirth from pulling at her features as you now watch all eight of them look on at you in confusion.

“My Kings, you know I would never cheat on you.” Despite the laughter clinging to the edges of your voice, your tone is firm. “I thought I told you that it was one of the three worst things I believe someone could do to another.”

“You cannot blame us, Starlight,” Mingi grumbles, a pout tugging at his features.

“Especially not after you’ve expressed wanting to experience a dragon, Darling.” Jongho adds, smiling tersely.

“I also want to hug a bear, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to go out and do it.” You chuckle, noticing how some of them, like Hongjoong, Yunho, and Yeosang, all look towards you with amusement in their eyes.

“Hug a bear?” San inquires.

You hum, turning back to face Wyno for the moment. Briefly, you open up your void to two males in particular: one with a pure white string, and one with a deep maroon string. No, I have you for that.

Both Wooyoung and Jongho share a look between each other out of the corner of their eyes, pleasant snarls threatening to escape them at any moment.

“Oh, I wonder if there are any krakens around,” you voice, somewhat absentmindedly.

“Believe me, My Child, you do not want to get involved with one of those.” Wyno grimaces, shaking her head slightly.

Your eyes widen as you shoot her a look. “Okay, we need to plan a girl’s night. I want to know all about your adventures with that kraken.”

“There was definitely more than one,” she nods, a sly grin pulling at her lips.

“Oh, now I’m definitely curious,” you grin right back, excitement clear on your features.

“Alas, those are stories for another time indeed.” Wyno sighs, somewhat wistfully. “You said you had urgent matters you wished to speak with me about?”

Immediately, your entire demeanour is shifting, expression morphing into one of seriousness.

“We do.” You nod firmly. “Thank you again for agreeing to meet with us on such short notice.”

“For you, My Child?” She hums. “Always.”

“We have some questions for you, Wyno,” Hongjoong steps forward, an air of regality washing over all of them as you watch all Eight Kings straighten. “We’re hoping you may be able to provide some more light onto Miyeon’s plans for us.”

“If you’re also here to ask me to align myself with you in the upcoming battles, you’re sadly wasting your breath,” her eyes flash. “I have already told you I will not send more of my own to die recklessly in abandon.”

“Not at all, Wyno.” You shake your head, taking a step forward in order to grasp her hand gently in your own. “We understand and respect your decision. I would not expect that of you, regardless.”

“I do not want to join in this fight, but if you should desire our aid, we will assist you.” She meets your gaze.

You squeeze your hand. “I would not do that to you. I am not selfish enough to go against your wishes and force you to fight on our side.”

Wyno nods, seemingly to herself.

“I was right.” She comments, squeezing your hand softly in her grasp. “You are an excellent Queen.”

Your heart positively flutters at her words, and you don’t even have to look to see the way all eight males straighten with pride at her words. They’ve always known such a decision is true, but to hear others confirm it, especially one as ancient and powerful as Wyno only solidifies that fact.

“Ask away.” She nods, stepping away from you for the moment and releasing her hold on your one hand.

Again, from the way the males all remain silent, you know that they are allowing you to take the lead. You’ve already discussed some of what you want to talk to Wyno about with them. You’re just glad that you have them to support you every step of the way.

“When Miyeon came to proposition you with Dimitri,” you begin, watching her every reaction carefully, “what was it she promised you, should you join her?”

Wyno takes a moment to consider your words, shooting a pointed look towards Yunho out of the corner of her eyes.

“I have no reason to lie to you, but if it eases your own minds, then you may continue monitoring my own while I answer.” She states, noticing how you shoot a pointed look towards the tall male out of the corner of your eyes. “That one boasted of obtaining great power, and once she had tumbled your regime, she would grant new territories to all those that served under her.”

Understanding immediately flashes across Wooyoung’s face. “At least we know how she won the sirens over. They’ve always wanted to expand their territories above land.”

At the way your brow furrows slightly, Seonghwa is quick to add, “Sirens are ambitious creatures. To a fault. They do not survive well on land, but they can step foot on it for a period of time before they have to return to the water. We’ve always denied their territory expansions because of it.”

“That, and the fact that they want to subdue the gorgons.” Mingi grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

You nod your understanding.

“That one was very careful with her words.” Wyno continues. “She never said she would expand our territories, only grant new ones to her supposed allies. Even if her aura alone didn’t reek of distrust and manipulation, her words did.”

“She’s misleading all of her allies with false promises,” Hongjoong observes, bringing a hand up to cup his chin as he thinks over Wyno’s words. A second later, he lifts his head, meeting your gaze. “It’s just as you thought, My Love.”

“She would have stopped at nothing to get what she wanted, and she wanted it all.” You say, frown tugging at your features. “Dimitri and Malik are just pawns in her game to ensure she gets what she wants. If she cannot claim everything for herself, no one can.”

“She will destroy us all.” Wyno agrees solemnly.

“So, the only thing she essentially promised you was more power,” San observes, leaning casually against the one wall of the cave.

“If that’s everything she’s ever wanted, then everyone else must want it, too.” Jongho adds. “In her eyes, she probably thought everyone was after the same things as her, so she had to guarantee that she would be the one coming out on top.”

“What better way to topple a regime than with a man on the inside?” You voice, mind briefly supplying you with a glimpse of that ex-general that one night in the desert. “When that didn’t work, she had to regroup and replan.”

“Only took her twenty years,” Seonghwa grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Better late, than never.” Yeosang exhales a sharp huff from his nose.

“She seemed so confident in herself.” Wyno goes on to say, brow furrowing as she recalls her memories from that day. “Which is why I believe she was so sure in her threats that I would regret turning her down. She seemed so certain I harboured some underlying resentment towards you, just as she did.”

“She was delusional in thinking everyone thought and felt the same as her,” Yunho growls, hands clenched in fists at his sides.

Carefully, you step over to him, placing a reassuring hand onto his arm.

Immediately, he relaxes, shoulders drooping as he leans slightly into your touch.

“Alright, well, that confirms one of my theories,” you nod softly. “She wanted everything she could get, and she would use any means necessary to claim it.”

“It’s sad that she’s had to manipulate those on her side in order for them to ally with her.” Wooyoung shakes his head, looking down at the ground for a brief moment.

“It really is,” you hum, sinking into Yunho’s side as he comes to wrap an arm around your waist.

“You have more theories?” Wyno shifts her focus towards you once more.

“I have only one other,” your brow furrows slightly. “It’s in regards to Dimitri.”

“What about the warlock?” Wyno tilts her head slightly in inquiry.

“I understand this is a somewhat odd question, but when you first described him, you said his aura was dark, and intentions darker.” You meet her gaze. “Is it possible to warp, or even taint someone’s aura like that?”

Wyno visibly blinks at you, clearly caught off guard by your inquiry.

“It is,” she says, carefully considering your words. “However, it takes someone tremendously skilled to manipulate someone’s visage like that, or the person will have had to undergo a tremendous loss which alters someone’s consciousness completely.”

A cold sense of dread settles over all of you right then and there.

“She killed his wife and children right in front of his very eyes,” you voice lowly.

Wyno inhales sharply.

“Yes.” She swallows thickly. “That would do it.”

“The aura,” you continue, “was it directed at anyone in particular?”

Again, the dragon before you takes a moment to consider your words.

“They were bonded, but perhaps not in the way I originally thought.” She replies. “Before she wormed her way in,” you tense slightly at her use of words, feeling as Yunho gently brushes against your mind reassuringly, “he could have launched a personal vendetta against her to cause such a bond, affecting the aura shift.”

“I see,” you nod, leaning your head against Yunho for support as your eyes fall closed. “I only have one more question for you, Wyno.”

“What is it, My Child?” Her tone is softer than a moment before, noticing the way you rest in Yunho’s arms for support.

“Did Dimitri-“ you take a breath to steady your nerves, “his eyes. Did he look sad to you?”

A pause.

“Yes.” Wyno responds, her voice cutting through the sudden tense silence around you all. “He did.”

You nod in understanding, heaving a deep breath in through your nose.

“Dimitri is but a mere puppet that she’s using in these games of hers.” You voice lowly. “He’s long since been trapped inside his own mind.”

Each male tenses around you, shooting you worried looks out of the corners of their eyes. They all know that you know exactly what it feels like to be trapped within your own mind, and it pains them to see you thinking about it now. The way they can see those memories swimming within your orbs has them all tenderly brushing against your void now.

Yunho pulls you closer.

A blink, and you manage to clear your thoughts enough to meet Wyno’s gaze once more.

“Thank you, Wyno, for everything today.” You say, bowing your head in acknowledgement to her. “I appreciate everything you’ve done, and explained to us.”

“You are more than welcome, My Child.” She smiles softly, beginning to lead you all back towards the entrance of the cave. “Come and visit us at any time.”

You mirror her smile, though yours doesn’t quite reach your eyes for the moment.

Waving a final goodbye to the dragons, you find yourself leaning against Yunho for more support. Your mind swirls with the new information that you’ve learned today, and when you blink, you see the familiar sight of the foyer greet your vision. You barely register placing the bundle with Mon’s teeth down before you’re collapsing into one of the front couches.

“I was hoping that at least that theory was wrong,” you say, leaning forward to rest your elbows on your knees while clutching your head in your hands.

“Hey, hey,” Jongho’s voice is gentle as he kneels in front of you, lightly tugging your hands away from your face as he notices Yunho immediately sit on the couch beside you. “At least we have a better idea of what we’re dealing with.”

“Do you think he’s conscious of what he’s doing?” You voice, nothing but dread shining behind your eyes as you look around at all of them.

The eight males share a brief look.

“I doubt that he is,” Yunho rubs a hand over your back tenderly, feeling you relax the slightest bit beneath his touch. “Her hold over him might still be too strong.”

“Then, is killing him truly our best option?” You lift your head slightly, feeling the opposite side of the couch dip as Hongjoong sits beside you.

“Unfortunately, it might be,” he gently rests his hand on your shoulder. “It’s a difficult choice, but it is one that has to be made.”

“I don’t want to give up on him,” you admit. “He’s in this mess in the first place because of me. This is all my fault.”

“Dearest,” Yeosang takes a step closer to you, kneeling beside Jongho as he takes one of your hands in his own. “You know that’s not true.”

“Isn’t it, though?” For the second time that day, tears begin to line your vision. Only, this time, they’re not from joy.

“No,” Mingi shakes his head. “It’s not.”

“You tell us constantly not to dwell or blame ourselves for things that are out of our control,” Seonghwa takes a step towards you, voice soft as you meet his gaze. “Please, My Divine, extend that same curtesy to yourself.”

A moment of silence settles over you as you consider his words. Then, softly, you nod.

“Whatever happens, we’ll get through this.” San’s voice is firm, nothing but the sincerest of promises falling from his lips.

“Together.” Wooyoung nods once, meeting your gaze with his own shining in determination.

You take a deep breath to steady your nerves, nodding once in confirmation. “Together.”

[thoughtsfromlayla]

A Pirate Quest For Me - Chapter One

Moodboard created by: @dragon-kazansky

Summary: Despite the "Kraken incident" you're back on your feet for a new adventure and rare treasure. The inconspicuous map calls for three items: a mermaid's tear, a bottle of lightning, and a dream crystal.

Notes: ~4.5k words, not edited/beta-read *squints as I read the script* Why am I in this story? Wait is this play about us???

Warnings/Tags: Merman! Dream, chaotic bisexual disaster pirate reader, Dream's terrible at communicating (nothing's new), some angst, *squints as I read the script further* I did what?

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The thick jungles of the Caribbean make it hard for you to read your map. You turn the old parchment one way and then the other as you try to make heads and tails of it all. Pulling out your compass you watch the needle point north, but is this north on the map? You scratch at your head, your head is still captain-hat-less after the whole Kraken debacle last month. 

Ugh, why didn’t you bring your cartographer with you? Probably because she’d rather die than set foot in a jungle. And you respect that, at this point, you’re debating running for the high seas and never setting foot back in here again as well. 

There are rarely any stinging bugs on a ship after all. 

But the enticement of rare treasure is too much to ignore. The map was found in some empty barrel in Tortuga and promised the finder of treasure adventures for a lifetime. And, well, how can you pass up that?

The map calls for three items: a mermaid’s tear, a bottle of lightning, and a dream crystal. You have no idea which items you are currently hunting, but you follow the map loyally anyway. 

Your long knife cuts through the brushes easily as you determinedly continue on your journey. The sweat you’ve accumulated is slick on the back of your neck. Eventually, you find yourself standing on the shores of a lagoon. You release a sigh of relief and plunge your hands into the waters, cooling yourself as you splash it against your face and neck. 

A strong gust of wind blows your map into the water and you sigh. Why must nothing ever go to plan? You slowly wade into the waters, watching the fish dart away from your boots. Your map keeps drifting away as you make your way towards it.

When you finally get your hands on it, frowning at the smudging ink, a sound that’s not natural to the lagoon life around it catches your attention. The sound was definitely human: a soft humming of a lullaby came from somewhere in the lagoon. You looked around but there was nothing but blue waters and high mountains. 

You wade your way back out of the lagoon, following onshore towards the sound of the humming. Eventually, you make it to a secluded place with a small waterfall, and after pushing aside a few long leaves, your breath stills as you look at the creature before you. 

Her hair and tail were as blue as the lagoon, washing her hair in the cold waterfall that fed into the lagoon. Her ear fins shimmer in the low sun and twitch whenever water enters them. Her tail swings back and forth to the beat of her lullaby as she perches on the stone. The effervescent scales on her arms and torso give her a soft look as they reflect the fleeting sunlight. 

You take a step forward and accidentally step on a twig. The sound is enough for the mermaid to turn her head towards you with a surprised look. She finds you easily behind the tree and her humming stops. She stops as fear takes over her body and stays still in shock. 

“Hi, my name is Captain Fortune. I don’t want to harm you…” You start and slowly make your way towards her. Your hands are raised with the promise of peace. 

Her eyes dart around your body and after landing on the pistol that was secured to your hip, she hisses at you and dives back into the waters. You see her blue tail splash the water into your face as she swims deeper into the cave connected to the lagoon. A few fish friends followed her in her actions. 

You sigh and berate yourself for scaring her off. The sun dips behind the horizon and light leaves in the wake of night. You get to work, finding dry twigs to make a small campfire. It’s a miracle you were able to find a mermaid so soon, but it would be hard to get a tear from her no less. 

Under moonlight and crackling flames, you entertain yourself by slowly singing some shanties to yourself. A small fish you managed to catch was roasting slowly over the flame, the scales chars against the heat. You’ve shed down to your shirt and pants, even decided to take off your boots and discard them off to the side with the rest of your objects. 

“You… sing pretty,” A voice stops you. 

You squint as you look towards the voice, and surprise takes over your face as you see the mermaid listening to you at the edge of the lagoon. 

“Thank you,” You respond quietly in case she swims away again. “I’m sorry I scared you earlier.”

“It’s okay, I just don’t like… weapons.” She looks at you questioningly, eyes roaming your body for anything that may hurt her. “I am Layla,” She introduces herself to you as she rests her head over crossed arms. 

“Can you sing some more, Captain?” Layla asks as she swims closer to you, beaching herself across from your campfire. 

“My mother told me, someday I will buy…” You begin to sing as you examine her features. This was the first time you’ve ever seen a mermaid. “Galley with good oars, sail to distant shores.”

Her ear fins twitch as you continue to sing and she begins to harmonize with your song. Her arms had fins, and her fingers were webbed with sharp nails. It was hard to see in the low light, but you’re sure you made out gills across her ribs and on the sides of her neck. 

“Where are your sisters?” You ask the mermaid when you are done with your song. Mermaids always traveled in groups, it's what made them so dangerous. 

A forlorn look washes over Layla’s face. “I have left my sisters.”

You wait slowly for her to continue her story. She gathers herself with a deep breath, the gills opening and closing as she does so. 

“We were being pursued by hunters. They had these… things, made of something colder than stone, harsher than the afternoon sun, one hit and I see my sisters die before me.” She recalls her memory. “A man, dressed in black, granted me a wish, to be safe from the hunters, but I didn’t realize he would bring me here, swept up in a storm and dropped off.” 

A man dressed in black, she says. A certain Endless pops into your mind and it would not be something out of his power to do something like this.

You look around at the flickering shadows that dance due to the fire. You’re looking for a silhouette you’re all too familiar with. Is he fucking with you right now? You glare at a particular shadow that seems almost human but brush it off. “The man in black, what did he look like?”

“I’m not sure. He is pale, has black hair, and wears black clothes. The stars seem to be trapped in his eyes. I think I’ve seen him before, he is familiar, but each time I think of him the thoughts leave me like a dream.”

Yeah… that’s him alright. You think, sighing as a plan begins to form in your head. You lean back, resting your back on a smooth protruding rock. 

“How long have you been stuck here?” You ask, slowly inching your way closer to the mermaid. 

Layla looks towards the moon and thinks. “I have seen too many new moons to remember. Perhaps… 17?” Layla holds up all 10 of her webbed fingers and you raise a quizzical eyebrow. 

“I don’t think you know how to count,” You think to yourself. “Can I ask something of you?” 

Layla hums, a light, whimsical sound, and you continue. “Has anyone asked you for your tears before?” You ask slowly, unsure of how to proceed. You’ve only just met the mermaid a few hours ago, after all. 

“Do you need a tear?” She asks. 

You nod in response.

“Thank you for telling me the truth. I can give you my tears but it is difficult to procure one unless I feel like it. In which case, I am sorry to disappoint you. I have shed my tears long ago when I was imprisoned in this lagoon.” Layla gives you a shy smile and a shrug.

When she is met with your silence, she sighs and flops back into the water, her tail splashing water onto your fire. The water hisses as it comes in contact with the heat and adds steam to your face. 

You wait for a few hours, hoping that Layla would resurface but steadily the moon rises higher and higher in the sky and you start to lose hope. 

With one last look towards the lagoon cave, you redress yourself and extinguish the flames with sand. You retrace your steps back towards your ship, and dawn breaks when you see the beauty beached by the sea. 

“‘Mornin’, Captain,” Your first mate greets you when you scale back up the ship. 

“Good morning indeed. Wake up some of the crew and tell them to meet me on shore. We’ve got a mermaid to save,” You wave off your command as you make your way to the captain’s quarters.

“A mermaid?” The young sailor questions excitedly.

“Dear Theo, when I recruited you for my ship did I not guarantee you an adventure of a lifetime?” You look back at him with a smile. 

“Yes, Captain Fortune, you did.” 

“Then, by all means, get me the hands, and let’s save this mermaid!” You turn back around as you hear Theo’s skittering footsteps.

In your captain’s quarters you look around for something large enough to transport said mermaid. Your eyes land on a large glass display that has a miniature wooden model of your first ship, the one Dream’s Kraken so cheerfully destroyed. Carefully, you remove the model and place it gently on your desk instead. 

If you tie a few sticks to extend the frame then you and your crew can hammock her back to open waters. 

A small voice in the back of your head taps you on your shoulder. Should you be doing this? You know that Layla was sent to the lagoon by Dream and going against his doing is like sending yourself to the gallows with the noose already around your neck. 

You hesitate for a moment. Just a singular moment.

Ah, well, what’s the worst that could happen? He kills you? Boooring, he’s tried that already and failed‒several times. 

The sun is beating down on you and your selected crew when you return to land. You lead the way as they carry the sloshing glass crate full of seawater. You smack another bug away from your face with a huff of annoyance. 

Soon enough, the lagoon comes into view and you look around with a hand over your eyes for the familiar blue you’ve come to recognize. Your crew sets down the heavy cradle with a groan and stands in the shade as they watch you waddle into the lagoon water. 

“Layla?” You call out. Nothing. “Lady Layla of the Lagoon?” You sing out this time. The water ripples beneath you and you catch a glimpse of her tail. You follow it with your eyes until she pops up again. 

“I like the new title,” She smiles at you and her ear fins twitch with giddy. “Who are they?” She asks as soon as she sees your entourage behind you, her smile dropping. Layla was tense, ready to dive back into the waters. 

You stand between her and your crew, blocking her sight from them. “They’re with me, we didn’t bring weapons,” You say quickly. 

She visibly relaxes at your words but leans her body to the side to take another look at them. “Then why are they here?”

“We’re here to take you home,” You say with a low voice, in case any non-human entities were listening in on your conversation. You turn to your crew once more and motion to them to come closer with the glass cradle. “It’s seawater, can I put you in it?” You ask Layla as you explain the simple plan to her. 

She looks between you and the glass container, then back at you and nods. Words fail her as she reaches her arms towards you. She was heavier than you expected, the weight of her tail and the water that clung to her was not a part of your calculations. 

Layla wraps her arms around your neck as you hoist her out of the waters. Her squirming made it harder to carry her, but the smile she had on her face made it all worth it. Her tail was, well, slimy wouldn’t be the right word to use. It was certainly slippery, but it ran smoothly against your bare forearms like silk from the ports of China. 

When you get close enough to the glass tub, she leaps from your arms and settles in. Layla is still smiling and looks around with curiosity as the group begins to march towards the sea. Every now and then you would turn around and check on Layla. Her emotions were understandable, if you had to be landlocked for 17 months, you would go crazy as well. How you did so before your time as a pirate is still a mystery to you. 

Your thoughts briefly go to where you used to call home, in a large mansion far away from the port. It was full of stuffy dresses and strict manners. What you could say, or couldn’t say, how you should treat others based on their rank, and how they would affect your family. 

You think of your older brother who died serving the navy and how his death caused you to be the sole reason why your father ordered an arranged marriage for you. If not only to maintain your status as a noble lady of the state but also to secure you a future when he was no longer around. 

What would he think of you now? Plundering the seven seas, being chased by a deity older than the sea goddess herself? 

“What will you do first when you return to sea?” You ask Layla as a distraction. 

“Find my sisters, of course,” She says. “Or find what remains of them. Either way, I will be home, and severely have I missed it.” Layla tilts her head to the sky and takes in a deep breath. “Can you smell the sea? That salty brine?” She squeals, flicking her tail excitedly, ignoring how the water splashes out of the tub. 

The sun begins to dip by the time you’ve reached the beach, painting the water gold. You watch as the waves crash into each other, creating ripples and sparkles in the sea. The ocean looked like the surface of the rarest gem. 

“Ready?” You ask Layla, resting your arms on the edge of the glass tub. 

She nods once more and reaches out for you. You transport her into your arms once again, this time more prepared for the weight shift. Your footsteps grow heavy into the soft sand as you match towards the sea. 

Layla’s ear fins shimmy against your cheek, tickling you as the two of you get closer to the sea. You wade into the water, the salty spray of the ocean sticking to your clothes and hair the deeper you went. When you were chest deep you lowered the mermaid into the waters. 

Layla leaves your arms gracefully and sighs, taking a deep breath underwater as the salt filters through her gills. She does a few experimental circles around your feet, her colors grow into a deeper, more vibrant blue in her natural habitat. Layla resurfaces with a blue conch shell that was the same color as her fins. Her smile has yet to falter and only grows bigger by the minute. 

“Have this,” She says as she hands you the iridescent shell. “Blow into it when you need my help. Even in your most perilous circumstances, I will hear it no matter where I am.” Her words begin to tremble on her lips.

Cautiously she reaches for your waist, grabbing at the small glass vile you had hanging on your leather belt. She brings the vile to the edge of her eyes and when she blinks, a tear falls slowly into the vile. It shines in the dusk light before she re-corks it, keeping it safe.

“This is the happiest day of my life, so really I must thank you for what you have done, Captain Fortune,” She whispers slowly as she carefully turns the vile in her webbed fingers.

She watches as her tear rolls around in the long tube before she hands it back to you. Your fingers linger over hers when she gives it back and you pull yourself closer to her. 

“Thank you, Layla.” You bring your lips to her cheek and kiss her goodbye, tasting the salt on her skin. Layla hums at the warmth before she pulls away first. 

She stays quiet for a moment, the two of you enjoying the small moment of peace. "What are your thoughts, Layla?" You probe.

“Whatever you may use my tear for, do so without guilt. It was given lovingly. I will never forget you.” She doesn’t wait for a response before she dives deeper into the sea. It’s not long before you see her jump out of the water, her hair and tail flying in the wind with a spray of water as a final goodbye. 

The map changes a month after Layla’s departure, its scribbles and instructions mix and realign themselves for the next item. Though, you wished it didn’t considering the new instructions were nothing more than vague words and instructions. 

“When the storm brews and the heavens roar, prepare your vessel of wood and of glass, forged in the heart of a dying star will you find the sizzle of light.” You reread the instructions with a frown. Your eyes scan the words over and over until you think you’ve forgotten how to read. You close the map with a sigh and stick it back in your pants pocket. 

Despite the unforgiving temperature of the tropics, the tear never evaporates in your vile. Occasionally, like today, you would stare at the tear, watching it glimmer in the rising sun when the rest of the ship was asleep. Her lullaby haunts the back of your mind, the humming seeming to echo across the vastness of the calm ocean. The Dream King has yet to come for you for what you have done, something that you took as a good sign. 

A rumble in the distance shakes you from your thoughts. You refasten the vile to your belt, next to where Layla’s conch shell rested. The wind picks up and whips your hair around like crazy tentacles. Approaching fast on the horizon were gray and angry storm clouds. Thunder booms and lightning cracks across the dark blanket of doom. 

Your ship was ahead of it, for now. The smell of ozone and petrichor is strong in your nose as you turn and start ringing the bell to wake up your group of misfit miscreants. 

“Lower the sails, let’s outrun this storm, Mr. Theo,” You told your first mate as you took to the wheel. 

Theo repeats your orders to the awaiting crew below you and they begin to scramble about. The sails lower, their dark blue colors turning black in the absence of light. Doors were being shut and cannons tied to the ship. 

The storm grows fast, and even with the help of the northern wind full in your sails, rainwater begins to belt down on you. Your blouse did little to protect your skin from the harsh raindrops. Still, you steered with shielded eyes. A few of your crew decided to go below deck, only you, Theo, and a few more daring pirates decided to stay above and help maintain the ship.

A large wave crashes into your ship, jolting the vessel relentlessly. For a moment, your fingers slip from the prongs along the wheel, but you’re quick to regain your feet and hands. The winds and waves leave you at the whims of Mother Nature. Each time you try to recourse your ship, the wheel resists you. 

The storm was right above you now, ripping large gashes into your sails. It would be too dangerous to pull them up by now, you can only hope for the best. Lightning briefly cracks across the sky and gives light to your next issue. 

Your ship starts to circle in the open sea and you realize with a dry throat that you were stuck in a whirlpool. No matter how much you try to shift course, the will of the sea did not listen to your commands. 

“Shit! Fuck! Goddamn it!” You cuss all known cuss words under the sun and then some more. 

Your cussing grows louder as the wheel splits off its pole and the last bit of your resistance is lost. Screams were heard around you as the wooden vessel flung straight into the vortex. Each person on your crew flashes behind your eyes as your body slams into the ship's walls. You’re trying to regain your breath, instead inhaling rainwater and you’re met with a coughing fit. 

The prongs of Layla’s shell presses deeply into your back and a brief moment of clarity washes over you. Trying to keep your balance on waterlogged boots, you reach the rails of your ship. You pull off the blue shell and press it to your lips.

You blow, hard and long, feeling the low hum vibrating across the shell. You blow again, the thought of blue fins and a mother’s lullaby on your mind. You wish for the safe passage of you and your crew back into calm seas. You wish for Layla.

Another sharp jolt and your wet fingers drop the shell. You cuss again over the raging winds as you bend over to pick it up. One more blow into the shell wouldn’t hurt. Before your fingers could wrap around the shell, the ship tips and you fall into the open sea. 

“Theo!” You scream as your arms flail around you, trying to grab at anything and everything that could help you. 

Your fingers wrap around a stray rope, the twine burning through your skin as you continue to fall. The rain leaves you gripless and even your desperate cry isn’t enough to hold on. 

Falling into rough seas is as good as falling onto wooden floors. When you hit the waters, the air is knocked out of you once more. You’re barely grasping at the concept of consciousness as you’re submitted to the commands of the tides. 

A familiar flash of serene blue crosses your vision and hands grab at your arms. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” Layla sobs out near your ear.

She takes a look over her shoulder, but in your losing war with consciousness, you don’t pay much attention. Her powerful tail swims you towards the surface where air fills your lungs immediately. 

Layla swims back underwater before you can thank her. You look around in the storm for your ship or a piece of it to cling onto but all you’re met with is another crashing wave. Sea water enters your nose, the sharpness hits you in the back of the head and you gasp at the intrusion. Water then enters your mouth and you accidentally gulp it down in a growing desperation to breathe. The relentless sea gives you no time to do so as another wave crashes into your body and back underwater you go. 

You brave your eyes open, feeling your body being tugged by the whirlpool. You search for her, for your mermaid, and only find her trying to swim along the currents of the ongoing storm. Something black streaks across your vision and you watch it as it catches up to to Layla. The two swim in circles, the whirlpool growing stronger as the two mercreatures chase each other. 

You squint in the low visibility of the water and a familiar pale body and slicked-back black hair meets you. He pauses his chase for a moment, sensing your stare at him and he looks back. Dream’s eyes are gone, and in its place a void of black. He frowns when he sees you, his tail flicking in annoyance at your interruption. 

Dream closes his eyes and you see his gills take in a deep breath before he returns to chasing after Layla. You watch helplessly as his arms ensnare around her waist. She fights back with the last of her strength, but having used most of it helping you and swimming away from your aforementioned “lover”, she loses the battle quickly. 

Dream keeps her in his arms as he dives deeper into the ocean, his black tail disappearing into the depths. The only indication was the small lights that decorated the fins, much like the bioluminescent light you would find on caught anglerfish. You stay for a second longer, your lungs screaming at you for air, but a part of you hopes that you may see the familiar blue come to you again. 

The whirlpool calms and with defeat you swim towards the surface. You’re about to break the surface when hands wrap themselves around you. You briefly feel the silkiness of scales against your skin before you’re launched into the air. The force behind the tail gives you enough air for the two of you to land on your ship.

You cough, water sloughing off your figure like raindrops. The sky had cleared and the sea was calm again, as if nothing just happened. 

“Layla?” You call out, coughing out the last remnants of seawater from your lungs.

“No.” Came your simple answer. 

You turn quickly and meet Dream’s eyes. He’s still in his merman form, sitting on the railing of your ship. Realizing comes to you too quickly and you pathetically search his face for any form of remorse for what he had done. 

“Where is she?” You ask. You feel rage starting to bubble to the surface. Your crew was nowhere to be seen, either hiding under deck or lost to the storm.

“Gone,” Dream answers simply. 

Dream watches as you look around the ship for something. In an attempt to prove his point, he moves his tail, revealing to you what you need to see. Not what you wanted, he knew what you wanted, but you needed to understand the truth, now. 

You’re searching for blue and when Dream moves his tail over, the bioluminescent lights along his fins dim in the sun. His tail was beautiful and a part of you would’ve loved to have admired it, but that familiar blue catches your eyes. 

There was so much blue, shattered and broken into pieces.

You fall to your knees as you scoop up the shattered pieces of Layla’s shell. Your hand curls into fists as you bring it closer to your chest. The pieces cut into your skin and blue mixes with bright red. 

Staring at the mosaic of colors, you're reluctant to let go. To let go of the shell is to let go of her. To let go of the pain is to accept the grief that is to come with her death.

“She’s gone.” It wasn’t a question, it was realization. 

You look at Dream with slightly teary eyes and he doesn’t bother with a response. He gives you one last look before falling backward, diving back into the depths of the ocean. 

♡ Goodbye, Layla

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Being the daughter of Laena Velarion

Laena Velarion x daughter reader (platonic)

Reader is the daughter of Laena and Daemon

-Laena will instantly love you. She had always wanted a girl and she would end up with three! From the moment you are born she is desperate to hold you. You grandparents will be nearby to see the baby, their first grandchild to have their blood. Now there is Daemon. Daemon clearly has expectation he wants his kids to live up to. Unfortunately if you are not living up to those expectations then his attention will mostly be on Baela. In this case Laena will mostly be the one to step in.

You and your sister Rhaena were both curled up on your mothers lap, listening to the crackle of the fire. Baela and your father were in the next room reading some rare ancient Valyrian scroll. Although Daemon Targaryen was not an absent father it was clear Baela was the main source of his attention. She was a scholar, warrior, orator of articulate words and a dragonrider. Rhaena and yourself could claim no such titles. Laena hummed some old tune from her childhood. You caught some of the words, your Valarian was lacking. Laena's fingers ran through your braids. Eyes closed and you allowed yourself to be lulled into a deep sleep.

-Laena's idea of a good time is a nice long walk on the beach and a picnic, especially on visits to Driftmark. But as much as she loves some quiet the festivals taking place in the market place at Pentos are what bring her the most joy. The entire family will head out to the market and revel in the festivities. Your childhood is filled with lots of traveling and adventures. Laena loves to dance with you, leading you by your little hands.

The sun hammered down on the busy crowd below. Music drifted through the heir as colourful silks fluttered amongst the hectic to-and-fro. In the centre was a mother and her daughter dancing to the music. Laena took the lead, twirling her little girl about. Laena picked her daughter in into the air. Y/n sqealed with delight as the salty air tickled her skin. People stopped to stair, watching some of the last Valarians dancing about.

-On days were no one feels like going out Laena loves to to sit by the fire and drink a warm drink her mother use to make. Pillows and blankets will be set up. As the rain pitter-patters on the ground you stay safely inside. It feels nice be protected by the elements. Laena will wrap an arm around your body as you curl up next to her. The five of you (including Daemon and your sisters) will sit around and listen to his stories about Old Valyria.

"Daenys Targaryen recived a vision from the Valyrian Gods, our Gods. And in that dream she saw Valyria in flames. Smoke choked the life of entire bloodlines, dragons fell from the sky and the worlds greatest civilization ended. Except house Targaryen. Aenar Targaryen chose to leave his home and all he knew, with the last dragons of Old Valyria. And there they stayed on their island. Until Aegon the Conqueror." Baela was already asleep in her fathers arms. You and Rhaena were leaning on your mother, moments from sleep. As your fathers soft voice and mothers warmth surrounded you, sleep came over.

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

🐉𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰🐉 (WORK IN PROCESS)

Including warnings, wether they were one-shots or bigger stories and other useful things like when I wrote them and how dark Aemond is in the stories. The list is a work in process so please be patient as I try my best to get it together:)) The princess of Dragonstone is fully published her and on archive.

My one shots are here as well.

The list is devided into older more dark and less polished content and warnings should be headed before clicking on anything of it.

BIGISH STORIES

🐲The princess of dragonstone🐲 Completed.

THE PRINCESS OF DRAGONSTONE IS COMPLETED AND HAS HER OWN BEAUTIFUL MASTERLIST HERE. DO MIND HER WARNINGS BEFORE YOU READ. THANK YOU.

🐝FIRE AND BLOOD🐝An intense story about two rivial brothers, doomed to always wanting to outshine each other, a civil war, and a noble girl who loses everything caught between them. Aemond x oc, Aegon x oc. Smut, dark smut, sharing, non-con, dub-con, brat-taming, slavexmaster things dom/sub themes and sadism as well as major characters death (but not aemond nor aegon or mc)

Chapter one: Lessons and punishments

Chapter Two: Plans and plots

Chapter Three: First times

Chapter Four: Jealousy

Chapter five: Death and duty

CHAPTER SIX: Punishment

Chapter seven: Aftermath

Chapter eight: Drinking

Chapter Nine: Battubs and compensation

Chapter ten: Pain and pleasure

Chapter eleven: The death of duty

Chapter 12: The death of duty

Chapter 13: That still small voice

Chapter 14: Kinslayer

Chapter 15: Dragons and the bee

Chapter 16: Last fluttering of wings

Chapter 17: The new norma;

Chapter 18: Reunion

Chapter 19: Queen of the Hive

Chapter 20: Fire and blood

Chapter 21 :the dance of two dragons

Chapter 22: a unwilling queen

FUTURE CHAPTERS ARE PLANNED FOR THIS FIC!!

❄️Snow Falls❄️ (x Aemond only) deliciously dark!Aemond, some say the darkest out of them. Aemond Targaryen is looking for allies in the North, for his brother's cause. So, he goes to the second biggest house in the North: House WyldeWoods of WyldeCrest. He takes a interest in the daughter of Lord Wyldewoods, the coy and mysterious lady Willa. She was never mentioned in the books discussing her familiy, and he wonders as to why that is. After Lord WyldeWoods makes some rather anti-Valyrian comments, Aemond takes you prisoner and beheads your family, claiming you as his wife and spoils of war.

CHAPTER ONE: Winter is coming

CHAPTER TWO: FIRSTS

CHAPTER THREE: SNOW DRIFTS

CHAPTER 4: THE PRICE

CHAPTER 5: ESCAPE

CHAPTER 6: THE FOX AND THE DRAGON

CHAPTER 7: THE THING YOU LOVE MOST

CHAPTER 8: THE PRICE OF GOLD

CHAPTER 9: SLAUGHTER OF INNOCENCE

CHAPTER 10: THINGS WE DO IN THE DARK

CHAPTER 11: The North remembers

CHAPTER 12: NIGHTMARES AND DAYDREAMS

CHAPTER 13: THE BURDEN

CHAPTER 14: REBELLION

CHAPTER 15: Fire and Blood

CHAPTER 16: AWAIT OUR TURN

CHAPTER 17: IF THE CARRIAGE IS ROCKING-

CHAPTER 18: READING

CHAPTER 19: KINGS AND QUEENS

CHAPTER 20: LESSONS IN THE BEDROOM

CHAPTER 21: The prince and the fox

Chapter 22:The bathroom

Chapter 23: The library

Chapter 24: The dining room

Chapter 25: Running around in circles

Chapter 26: Attonment

PILLARS OF SALT AND PILLARS OF SAND

Story about Harwins and Rhaenyra's daughter who bends the knee to Aegon to save Luc life. (Aegon central fanfic) Darkish (but aegon is not dark)

Chapter one: Storm's end

Chapter two: Alternatives

Chapter Three: Prisoner

Chapter four: A demented idea

Chapter five: The wrath of a mother

Chapter six: A shadow of a conquerer

Chapter seven: Two princesses, one dreamer

Chapter eight: Of wives and kings

Chapter nine: Those last moments of what we call ''freedom''

Chapter ten: The realms villian

Chapter eleven: One soul, one heart, one flesh

Chapter 12: The house that carried the dragon

Chapter 13: Gods, guts, gifts.

ONE SHOTS

Due to space issues, the one-shots wont be on my archive. You can find them here on tumblr:)

🦌Storm's ends fury 🦌

A short story about Maris Baratheon and her kiss with Aemond Targaryen at Storm's End. (Very short, barely 400)

🦌Fury's Storm, alternative version🦌

A short story very samilair to plot above might be a rewrite i did i cant recall how this ended up on my profile. Bratty Aemond though.

🐧The things we do for love 🐧(Dark!Aemond and Aegon capture daemons lover. Smut and other things) part 2 and now recently part 3

🧀Untiteld genderbend cheese assasin x aemond fanfic🧀 x aemond mostly

🌓The first night x aegon mostly🌓 A story about a girl marrying her love and Aegon and aemond getting upset with her breaking the laws.

🔫the devil made us sin criminal au story about criminal aegon and aemond 🔫

🌖For the night is dark and full of terrors: 🌖Priesteress mc who loves Aegon and her mother wants his throne

🔫The devil made us sin other version 🔫

🔫The devil made us sin gore aemond or aegon snippet🔫

🦌Storm born baratheon x aemond one shot. part 1 and 2 🦌

The maid of the red keep oneshot

Pirate mc one shot

The final devil made us sin and the best one at that part 2 is here

Lion brat part one

Spy queen x prince regent aemond

Aemond x Daemon one shot

GOTXHOTD One shot

ashes burn

The girl in the silver dress

Daddy dearest

Sandstorm

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Updated on October 22 2023

[jobean12-blog]

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 1,592

Summary: Eddie tries out one of your scrunchies...you try out his leather jacket. 

Author’s Note: Here we are again and this time with a scrunchie story. Is anyone surprised? Hope you enjoy. He’s really so fun to write. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you sweets🥰

Warnings: lots of soft and sweet fluff, teasing, fun flirtiness, oral (f rec), curses (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

Eddie Munson Masterlist

A cool breeze blows through the bedroom window, the red sheet that hangs over it is billowing out at the bottom, but you’re snuggled in Eddie’s leather jacket as you lay on his bed and stare down at your textbook, willing yourself to concentrate. Metallica plays in the background and Eddie’s smooth voice sings along.

As you’re reading the same line for the fifth time four dice roll across the bed, two of them bumping into your arm.

“Sorry princess,” Eddie smirks. “I had to roll for my charisma.”

“You got a twelve,” you giggle.

“You’re learning,” he grins.

You make a gesture to show you’re proud of yourself and he sits up to grab you around the back of the neck, kissing you soundly before plopping himself back down.

His eyes drift back to the page and his hair covers most of this face. He tries tucking it behind his ear but the soft strands fall loose moments later. With a puff of air, he tries to blow some out of his face only for it to fall back in front of his eyes.

The dice spin mindlessly between his fingers as he scans the Dungeons and Dragons rule book and you reach out to brush the hair away from his face. He grabs your hand before you pull away and kisses across your knuckles, his eyes soft as he looks at you from over them.

“Thanks babe,” he says quietly.

With a smile you lean back and close your textbook, dropping it to the bed. You’re not in the mood to study. You pick at the black velvet scrunchie around your wrist, twisting it this way and that while you watch Eddie.

“Bored of studying princess?” he asks, without looking up.

“Yea,” you sigh. “I keep reading the same paragraph over and over.”

“I’ll be done in five don’t worry,” he promises with a wink, his eyes now on you and your pouty face.

When he goes back to his notebook his head sways back and forth to the beat of the music, his curls bouncing with him. Suddenly, you sit up with a smile.

“I have an idea,” you say excitedly, tugging the scrunchie from your wrist.

His eyes meet yours, mischief dancing in their soft brown color.

“Does it involve you in nothing but my jacket?” he asks as he sticks his tongue out playfully.

“Hmmm,” you muse, tapping your chin. “Depends on whether or not you like my idea…”

“I’m all ears,” he replies, setting his book aside.

You crook your finger at him and he sits up. You slide behind him and he turns his head to look at you questioningly.

“Don’t worry, just wait,” you tell him before giving him a quick kiss.

You take his head and turn it forward again before running your fingers through his hair. He moans low and soft, his eyes closing.

Your fingers lightly scratch his scalp as you gather his curls between your fingers and lift them. Some of the shorter strands fall forward and you reach up to pull them into your hand. Once you have as much of it secured as you can you take your scrunchie and twist it around his hair several times.

“Eddie,” you squeal as you fluff the curly ponytail and crawl around in front of him.

“Did you just put my hair in a scrunchie?” he asks incredulously as he feels the back of his head.

You nod and smile. “You look so cute!”

“Not very metal is it?” he teases.

“Just for when you’re writing. This way your hair doesn’t bother you,” you explain.

He raises a brow. “We’ll see princess.”

He lays back down and takes his notebook, jotting down some more notes without the bother of his hair constantly in his face.

“Not bad,” he grins. “It just might work.”

You giggle and lie down next to him.

“Wanna make the next roll for me?” he asks, holding out his dice. “It’s for strength. I need a good number. This guy is a Barbarian.”

You take the dice and shake them around in your hands before blowing on them. He throws his head back with laughter and watches as you let them bounce over the bed.

He waits for you to tell him the roll.

“Hey, that’s a 16!”

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, sweeping the dice aside and drawing you into his arms. “Now my Barbarian will be unstoppable.”

You giggle and fall against his chest, your fingers instinctively closing around the guitar pick that hangs on a chain around his neck.

“I think it’s time for a break,” he whispers, rolling you under him. “Too much studying is never good.”

“What if I fail my test?” you ask coyly.

“You won’t,” he says matter of fact. “You’re too smart.”

With his hair brushing your cheeks he leans closer to kiss you, his lips just pressing to yours when there’s a loud knock.

“Shit,” he groans. “That has to be Jeff. I have something for him,” he explains.

“Wanna come say hi?” Eddie asks as he reluctantly pushes off you.

“No thanks, I’m comfy. I’ll wait here for you but tell him I said hello…and uh, you sure you want to answer the door like that?” you ask, motioning to his hair.

His nose scrunches up and he shrugs nonchalantly. “It’s only Jeff. Besides, he’ll just be jealous. I’m the one with a hot girl in my bed and I’ve got her scrunchie!”

With a quick kiss and a wink Eddie grabs a bag off his bedside table and jogs out. You wait to hear him open the door and say hell to Jeff before you sneak off into the bathroom.

You take off his jacket and quietly strip off your clothes before throwing the soft leather back over your shoulders. You bring the collar to your nose and inhale, closing your eyes at the comforting scent of him. You assess yourself in the mirror and do a little happy dance, dragging your teeth over your bottom lip.

“Baby?” Eddie calls when he comes back.

“In the bathroom! Be right out!” you shout.

You hear the sound of Eddie’s guitar and it makes you squeeze your thighs together, his playing always something that gets you going. With a quiet push you open the door and walk back toward his room, standing in the doorway to watch him.

He’s seated on the edge of the bed, now shirtless, his hair still in the scrunchie but small pieces have fallen loose to frame his face. He gently strums the strings, humming along to a tune you don’t recognize.

“Is that a new song?” you ask.

He stops and looks up, his breath hitching as he breathes out, “holy shit.”

The pick falls from his fingers and lands somewhere in the mess of magazines and wires on the floor and he carefully sets his guitar down. You stand still, holding the sides of his jacket closed and exposing nothing but your legs.

“Get over here,” he whispers.

“What did Jeff say about your hair?” you ask without moving.

“Who?” Eddie huffs.

“You know your friend Jeff… the one who just showed up and you answered the door…the scrunchie,” you sass.

“I don’t remember. Now. Get. Over. Here.”

“Someone’s bossy,” you playfully scold.

“Only when I want something,” he counters with a sly smile.

You walk to him slowly, not missing the way his heated gaze wanders over you from head to toe. When you get close he grabs you, pulling you between his spread legs. You start to open his jacket…

“Wait,” he says, stopping your hands. “Let me. Please.”

He stands, pressing his body closer and bringing his lips to your ear.

“This…,” he murmurs, smoothing his fingers down the open sliver of space between the leather, “is my fantasy come to life.”

You dip your chin and let your hands fall to his belt, your fingers dancing along the buckle before you lift one to trace the light trail of hair just below his bellybutton. His body tenses and you can see the hard press of his cock against his jeans.

“Eddie,” you purr, gasping when his fingers press under your chin and he lifts your eyes, his own dark with burning desire.

He doesn’t look away; his movements deliberate as he peels open the jacket to reveal your naked skin. His dark lashes kiss his cheeks as his head falls back and he mutters a curse, his eyes then dropping lower to memorize every inch of you.

“There is nothing,” he whispers reverently as he falls to his knees, “more beautiful than you.”

His knuckles brush along your inner thigh, fingertips teasing your skin as his nose follows the same path.

Without thought your hands slide into his hair and pull the scrunchie free, letting his curls caress your skin. Soft lips press kisses higher and higher until you feel his warm breath between your legs. He inhales with a moan and slides his tongue through you, the motion torturously slow.

Your fingers fist into his hair, locking around the curls and dragging him closer.

“Eddie,” you hiss, desperate for more.

“Now who’s bossy,” he hums before closing his lips around your clit.

Your legs tremble but he holds you steady, every slide of his tongue purposeful. You press your hips into his face and feel his satisfied hum vibrate through you.

“God,” he growls with fervor, “I could spend the rest of my life between these legs.”

@dreamlessinparis @strangerduchess @hiddles-rose @nerdypinupcrystal @nordlysinthewoods @randomfandompenguin @seitmai @justile @goldylions @loki-laufeyson-1054 @whippoorwillbarnes​

[callsign-rogueone]

midnight snow - d.a.

Dain Aetos x crush!reader  part of my Valentine’s Day celly! 💕 words: 734 🏷: no real spoilers, no pronouns used for the reader! for the sake of this story, leadership has night duty like college RAs (Dain gives me overly-serious RA energy lmao). reader is implied to be shorter than Dain but in my head he’s like. 6’2 so 🤷🏻‍♀️

meet me on the south side of the courtyard at midnight, the note had read.

In the distance, the bell tower tolls twelve times. Where are they?

“This is the worst idea you’ve ever had,” your dragon scolds. “I can’t believe you’re actually doing this.”

You shush her urgently, flattening your body against the wall as footsteps approach, and drawing the blade from your side.

As soon as the dark shape of a person appears in your vision, you press them up against the wall, dagger poised to strike.

“It’s just me!” A familiar voice says through the dark.

“Dain?” You ask, stunned. You release him quickly, laughing in bewilderment as he steps into the light.

He blinks at you, confused. “What’s so funny?”

“You’ve never broken a rule in your life, but you were the one who left me that cryptic-ass note saying to sneak out after curfew?” You ask, sheathing the blade.

He blushes. “I just wanted to see you. But I’m on watch tonight, so technically, you’re the only one who snuck out.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you tease, rubbing your arms. You hadn’t realized how cold it was out here until now, the adrenaline having faded as soon as you realized who you were meeting here.

He drapes the cloak he’s holding over your shoulders, wrapping you in soft warmth and the comforting scent of standard-issue soap and something distinctly him.

You close your eyes for a moment, just content to stand here by his side. 

“Look,” he says quietly, nodding toward the archway in front of you. A soft winter snowfall has started. 

You watch in amazement as a wash of tiny white flakes swirl with the wind, drifting across the courtyard. “It never snows where I’m from. We just get rain all winter.”

He reaches forward, catching a few tiny flakes on his hand. “No two are identical.”

You point at a pair on his index finger. “That one’s you, and that one’s me.”

His breath forms a gentle cloud of heat in front of him as he laughs. “Yeah?”

You hum in affirmation. “Totally different, but both made up of the same thing, with the same goal.”

He shakes his head, smiling. “Only you could give snow human feelings.”

“I’m trying to be poetic here, mister logical,” you huff.

“My apologies. Please continue.” 

The two flakes are starting to melt against the warmth of Dain’s hand. “They’re only here for a short while before they fade and return to the earth, but they’re beautiful while they last.”

“Stronger together than they are separately,” he adds quietly, wrapping an arm around you.

You smile, leaning into him. “Yeah.”

For a moment, all is calm and quiet. The snow continues to fall, but you’re warm under Dain’s cloak, pressed against his side, watching the ground slowly be covered by the white flakes.

Two sets of heavy footsteps approach: Infantry, on their watch.

Dain steps back to give you a few feet of space, but he doesn’t suggest that you run or hide. “I was thinking for squad battle this year, we should pair based on strength to balance things out,” he says, and you blink, confused until you realize what he’s doing.

You’re hiding in plain sight.

“Yeah,” you agree. “That gives the smaller squads a fighting chance, and that way it’s still a challenge for everyone, but we won’t lose as many. Our numbers are already too low.”

You hold your breath as they pass, glancing at you wordlessly before continuing on their way. When you’re sure they’re gone, you sigh in relief, giggling. “Nice recovery there, wingleader. Sounded very official.”

Dain laughs, pulling you back into his embrace. “Thank you.”

You yawn softly, resting your head against his shoulder. It’s nearing one in the morning, and you’ve had a long day.

He rubs your back gently. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s get you to bed.” He takes your hand, leading you back upstairs to your room in near-silence until you reach your door.

You reach for the clasp of the cloak to give it back, but he stops you. 

“Keep it,” he says. “It looks good on you.”

Feeling brave, you stand a little taller, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Dain.”

He spends the rest of his watch wandering the halls, replaying that moment in his mind until the sun rises.

[respectthepetty]

Tattoos in BLs

Dean [Until We Meet Again & Between Us] - I do not remember seeing this, but I have the picture, so it must've happened. It’s a compass on his hip because he was lost without Phram and always looking for direction.

Win [Until We Meet Again & Between Us] – We will hopefully find out something next month when the series begins, but even if we don’t, we can still appreciate that these are henna including those angel wings.

Jang JaeYoung [Semantic Error] - Does it have meaning? As he stated in the series, “Not really. I just liked it” but I'm seeing an eclipse thanks to Ayan's hoodie.

Chu SangWoo [Semantic Error] – Hand drawn by JaeYoung, and it is the first image JaeYoung ever drew for him when they first met in the episode one.  

Black/White [Not Me] – White had to get it because Black had it, and Black had it because..no idea, but it could symbolize death or strength.

Yok [Not Me] – Mandarin on the flank means mom, but the birds and the forearm one, no idea.

Tonhon [Tonhon Chonlatee] – “An anchor is what a navigator or sailor uses to hold his vessel to the ocean. Tonhon means a navigator. That’s why I had this anchor tattooed on my left chest to remind me that my heart will not drift away. It will be with the ocean and that is your name, Chonlatee, forever. Every time I look at it, it reminds me that I have you in my heart all the time.”

Kamol [Unforgotten Night] – I didn’t watch this, so I’m guessing that it was because he had pet tigers, and I'm fine believing that.

Mangkorn [Big Dragon] – Mangkorn means dragon, and he is the dragon (Yang) to Yai’s tiger (Yin).

Porsche [KinnPorsche] – A phoenix because that was his underground fighting alias, fire is his friend (he gets the fire started in the woods, he starts a fire in his first week on the job, he smokes), his mom used to tell him stories about the phoenix rising from the ashes, his color in the series is yellow, and he is the phoenix/fire (Yang) to Kinn’s tortoise/water personality (Yin - he's like his mom).

Pete [KinnPorsche] – “No legacy is so rich as honesty” is from Shakespeare’s comedy All’s Well That Ends Well, which is about a woman of lower rank trying to marry the man she loves who is of a higher rank. The quote shows not only to live an honest life (in a play full of dishonesty), but to be honest with oneself, something that Pete does in the end when…you know.

Ram [My Engineer] – Has a dream catcher on his neck to chase away bad dreams, a wolf on his arm, a tribal turtle on his shoulder, and a few others.

Forth [2 Moons 2] – Actor’s actual tattoo. Might be a Sak Yant tattoo for good fortune.

Sarawat [2gether] – Actor’s actual tattoo. I think it was something about remembering who you are.

Gene [Lovely Writer] - Actor's actual tattoo. A family portrait. Thanks @calipigio

Phupha [A Tale of Thousand Stars] - Actor's actual tattoo. It now has a quote above it. He also has two thigh tattoos ("Be somebody nobody thought you could be" and "Every sunset is an opportunity to reset"), "PEACE" on his bicep, and an upper back tattoo. *whispers "I love him"* Thanks @veemark

Ai [Ai Long Nhai] – Actor's actual tattoo. A crescent moon. Thanks @mushiemadarame for letting me know it's his.

Ayan [The Eclipse] – Actor’s actual tattoos. The thigh one is a G-Dragon lyric telling his mother not to worry about him. Hip tattoo is "beautiful" (seen in Only Friends) *A little salty about the hip one*

[deliciousdefendorinternet]

a few people myself included have talked about the idea of Chef coming back as the main villain again in the 4th film and to add a little onto the past ideas I think it'd be neat if we got to see a final fight of Bro zone all working together to take her down sorta similar to Shrek 4 with its Dragon fight.

sorta something along these lines if you catch my drift? like following on from my past ideas of the movies main story using Chef as a plot device to confront more problems Branch and his Brothers could have.

so after the movie's main story beats of Branch still not feeling like he belongs in the family or any family for that matter given how long he spent as a loner and how he still can't bring himself to really trust his Brothers.

that they won't leave again when things get get even a little bit hard and the films main plot revolves around Bro zone and Poppy coming to save Branch after he's taken by a returning Chef.

who wants to Drain his certain Troll magic as part of some revenge plan against both Pop Village and Bergen Town.

and the climax could have some neat little things like for one Chef in a last ditch effort of spite goes to try and kill Branch and there's a scene that's a direct parallel to when their Grandma died but this time where John Dory or Bruce dives in to sacrifice themselves for him instead.

tho they don't die and are rescued soon afterwards but the overall action is the same where they made that choice to give up their own life for their Baby Bro.

and afterwards the Brothers all work together in the final showdown to bring down Chef could even have it tie back to their Grandma somehow.

like maybe in a flashback scene at the start of the film we could see the younger bros again with their Grandma and she could be teaching them a kinda card trick or game strategy or something which acts as a metaphor for how Bro zone bring Chef down in the climax.

just something cute like that ya know? that ties everything all back together nicely I think Chef coming back would work great as a plot device to explore Bro zone more.

and bring out some emotional story beats for Branch and his brothers plus it'd just be nice to see since in the first movie her having killed Grandma.

was never actually acknowledged in present day her and Branch never even Directly interacted outside of one scene where she nearly kills him where their obviously wasn't direct dialogue between the two of them.

so yeah it'd be satisfying to see them properly face off and the movie ultimately ending with his Brothers helping him confront and overcome his greatest fear.

hell maybe the movie even leans back into this certain trauma and it starts with Branch having nightmares about the day his Grandma died making it clear by his reaction that this has been happening for a while.

but he just hasn't told Poppy due to not wanting her to worry and he still isn't comfortable talking to his brothers about such things yet.

[inviouswriting]

Hide and Seek

This is a 18+ story so please abide by my wishes for 18 and over.

Dragons have a keen sense of hearing. Also borrowing a bit from my Simeon story of the same nature.

Zhongli x female!reader

Established relationship.

Smut

Warnings below the cut. Going beyond here is a read at your own risk.

Warnings include - smut, established relationship, fingering, cunningulus, mild exhibitionism, outdoors, hide and seek play. male x female relationship, afab!reader.

Your feet carried you across the field as fast as you can go, your chest almost burns from being out of breath. You have excitement running through your blood as you try to find a place to hide. Your clothes are in disarray as if they’ve been pulled on, some pulled off.

You have been in a furious chase with Zhongli, he had proposed an idea to visit one of the forests, far away from any prying eyes. He knew every abandoned place to go to, and at what time they would be vacant save for maybe adepti or a stray traveler.

“You will find a place to hide, and if I catch you in any spot. I will remove one article of clothing. Should I remove the last ones, I will take you on the spot.” He had whispered into your ear as he had removed the first article of clothing from you. Your top counting it as a first snare.

So now you breathed hard waiting for him to catch up or find you. Each moment he did find you, you relinquished another piece of clothing till all that remained was the bra and panties you had been wearing.  

Your neck has littered kiss marks all over it from the last time he caught you. Your sex ached for his promise, and for a moment you let your hand drift down to delve two inside to relieve the need for your archon. You did your best to stifle your moans in your arm.

Your eyes closed you almost jump from the chest that you bump into when you feel hands unclasp the bra and long fingers slipping in along yours to help ease you out of the moment.  

Zhongli kisses your neck as his fingers delve in deep while you clutch onto his ponytail tugging it as he works you into a wonderful frenzy of pleasure. Your toes curl as he pumps his hand against your soaked pussy, a whine escapes you.

“That’s my girl, breathe and let go. Darling. You feel hot, you’re more turned on than you’re letting me know.” He almost withdraws his fingers if it weren’t for you rocking your hips to his fingers, your hands going down when you feel him trying to stop to hold him in place almost at an orgasm.

“Mmm... not yet. We have one more article of clothing my dear. I can’t claim you, per our contract, and you know I don’t break them.” You sulk as he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to suck on them cleaning your juices off them. Amber eyes glowing under the moon with promise, you can almost swear his hair is too.

On shaky legs you get up, you notice he has less layers to match you. The last layer of his clothes being those fitting slacks. Your eyes linger over the bulge you see, your eyes lift to his and you see him smirk brief at your staring. You remember how much he enjoys the chase as much as you do.

You take off again with a burst of adrenaline running through you. Your feet padding over grass and dirt. Zhongli closes his eyes and trains his hearing to follow exactly where you are going. He knows the terrain well, having created it. You were getting close to the beach front at Yaoguang Shoal, he tucks the garment he pulled from you with the rest of your clothes as he soon gives chase.  

He leads with his ears at the sound of your feet when they hit water, he can navigate the area blind and still find you. Then he hears you drop to your knees again, eager to get relief from his teasing. You found a grassy spot thinking it would hide any sound you make as your fingers busy themselves again.

You were so close and Zhongli leaving you aching didn’t help. You clasp a hand over your mouth to keep from moaning out. You sob into it as you rub your clit in the same fashion he does. It wasn’t the same without him, and his fingers reached so much deeper than your own.

You lie on your back already with the last fabric of your soaked panties pass your thighs, exposed to the night air as your fingers worked. The sight that Zhongli stumbles upon is you arching your back and calling his name as you are almost in the throes of an orgasm.

Zhongli places yours and his clothes together in an abandoned crate to keep safe, removing his pants with a sigh as the strain is off his dick finally. He then kneels in front of you, you too lost in your world to realize you had been found. Even when he guides you to let him pull the soaked fabric off your legs.

You only notice him when your legs are guided further apart. He lowers his head down and you eagerly await when his lips devour your hole. Zhongli delves his tongue in deep, keeping your folds apart with his fingers to lap at your clit when he comes up for air.  

Your voice rings out when he focuses sucking directly on your clit, rolling the nub under his tongue till your fingers dig into his soft hair tugging him closer as his tongue slides in. He sucks and pushes his tongue inside then out.

Zhongli gets you to drape your legs over his shoulders, you use your feet on his back to push yourself closer to the source of your pleasure with his tongue and mouth, till your entire body tenses.

It is there that you feel him withdraw his tongue, you are set down; you pant and feel your legs shaking from how intense you feel and how turned on you are. Your legs are arranged over Zhongli’s shoulders as he guides you into a position. You feel him grind himself along your opening to slick himself, with how hard he feels you are reminded how much these games affect him too.

Zhongli watches your face as he slides inside of you. Your head tossed back as you accept him with ease from all the foreplay and enjoys the sight of you in such a blissful state. He takes his time with the initial push in as he bottoms out letting you adjust to him.

Kisses are pressed to the side of your face along with a growl low in your ear to get a surprised squeak out of you. You still wonder how he manages to look so serene and reverent still while he was deep within you. His hair far from messed up, bright yellow eyes regard you with such warmth as a gold hand caresses your face.  

He rarely uses his powers; what is left of them, so he does not alter his body too much. Yet the gradient on his arms from gold to black never fails to make you remember the ancient archon of old. That out of many souls he chooses you.

It doesn’t take him long to feel you are ready for him, he travels his kisses to your lips where he pecks at them loving as his hips move with yours. You hold onto him where you can, he adjusts your legs to wrap around his waist so you can hold onto his shoulders burying your face in his chest as you cry out his name. Your hands go into his hair to undo the tie that holds it all in place. Letting his hair free so you can grip through his hair.

“You can be as loud as you desire here. There won’t be anyone for miles.” Zhongli lets his own moans out from how you tighten around him from the possibility of being noticed. He drags his cock along the bottom of your hole as he pulls back on occasion.  

Zhongli watches your face contort in pure pleasure; you are in such a state that you barely realize how heightened you are as his fingers slip between to rub your clit. You are trembling as he angles himself right, having your body mapped out as much as he does Liyue. Every touch of his fingertips on your skin and his rubbing on the nub just above where he’s thrusting hard into you now.

You arch underneath him; your whole-body tense as you shake underneath him. Lips press on your neck traveling to your lips where he kisses you deeply as you sob in pleasure into the kiss.  

“Darling, that’s it! That’s it! Cum for me!” You finally let go and cum on his lap, the scream that leaves you in your orgasm rings through the air. You feel warmth flow inside you as he thrusts through his own orgasm. Eyes trained on your face to not miss a single expression, specially the blissed out one as you shake underneath him.

Zhongli cages your head between his arms and kisses you, staying buried inside keeping you plugged with his cock till he feels like pulling out. You feel gentle kisses on your cheek as you are cuddled into his arms.

You cling to him tired and sigh as he finally pulls from you. His fingers down to massage your folds from enduring the stretch and thrusts. Zhongli collects you into his arms letting you curl into his side as you both lie together in the afterglow.

He leaves you briefly to collect his coat to drape over you both till you recover your strength. Zhongli runs his fingers through your hair comforting, a wistful smile on his lips as you calm down from the aftershocks and tremble in his arms.

“You did so well, my Darling. Rest for now and I’ll wake you when we need to leave.” You nod tired and settle in his arms. He looks out of place for a change, he takes the tie you had held onto and reties his hair, choosing to stay awake in the event of anyone or monsters that might try to attack while you’re vulnerable.

Fingers travel over every speck of skin till Zhongli has felt every single soft speck under his hands. One lingering kiss is placed on your cheek again and he further caresses your hair and head to soothe you into sleep.

[tumblingxelian]

Something of a spin on "Miraculous Classroom" idea of @princess-of-the-corner fame.

Summary: When Carline helped Chloe smuggle Adrien into the school system, she also took the opportunity to... Tweak her class roster.

Only a little, just enough that she could finally have the time to focus on the students who needed more guidance, be it with work and education, illnesses or... attitude.

Unfortunately, her carefully laid plans come to naught when Marinette's cooler opens to reveal not a cake, but ten little gods intent n reclaiming their lost siblings.

& her students want to help them.

A Miraculous what if/AU, there are twelve Kwami, nine students, several early transfers and at least one responsible adult!

What If: This elements are fairly self explanatory.

Fu, rather than combat Hawk Moth directly wanted to take the Kwami to a shrine or temple somewhere outside of Paris, to find new potential students and bearers to restart the order and then deal with Hawk Moth. However thanks to happenstance and a little magic from a few impatient Kwami, the cooler he was using to hide the box got swapped with Marinette's and then she revealed them to the class on accident.

&

Gabriel could not have been the one to put Adrien in the school system so I can only assume Chloe did something. In this case, she collaborated with Carline, who used the situation to finally get her "Troubled Teens" class idea off the floor. Though in exchange she gets all the exchange students.

& some transfers happened earlier, Marinette low key already knows ALya & Kagami & Lila are already here. Also the reason Sabrina isn't is cos Carline felt her issues were mostly in response to Chloe and that separating them would be healthiest. She is still dedicated to helping these kids!

Alternate Universe: This has to do with world building more than anything.

Long story short, I found some of the later Kwami way over powered, or utterly useless and some of the older one's too one note. As a result I re-structured and combined different elements to make the twelve fundamental forces.

What's more they also came about in distinct eras. So Snake is technically the oldest, but its alongside Ladybug due to being a chicken & egg situation. Meanwhile Cat is "Younger" by microseconds.

Similarly, the next eras concepts also emerged at around the same time as they kind of relied on one another to exist or for an opposite, or to function.

After that however things get a bit more drawn out, with Horse predating its siblings, and Fox being elder than Peacock and Butterfly who are essentially the babies of the family.

Creation Ladybug - Creation & Good Fortune Snake - Ouroboros & Entirety/Time Cat - Destruction & Misfortune

Post Creation Tiger - Ignition & Havoc Dragon - Storm & Power Bee - Order & Subjugation

Early Life Horse - Action & Migration Turtle - Protection & Resilience Mouse - Multiplication & Duplication

Animal Eras Fox - Mirage & Materialization Peacock - Emotion & Evocation Butterfly - Transmissions & Transformation

As to why the Kwami did this, well, not all were in on it, it was mostly Sass, Trixx, Pollen & Roaar who were in on it. With Plagg endorsing once he knew while Tikki & the others are either neutral or less in favor.

Its basically a debate on doing it now or doing it the "proper" way but all have distinct motivations and some even just a general desire to have more freedom.

Here is how everyone partners up:

After the initial release, chaos and confusion, things break into several smaller factions. With Carline, a nervous & blaming herself Marinette, Sass & very irritated Tikki trying to bring order or at least sense. All while other interactions take place which people drift in and out of the conversations and exactly what is going on and why is explained and bonds are formed.

Marinette & Tikki partner cos both of them are getting stress migrains trying to understand/manage the situation and Alya's like, "Oh gosh she even gets stressed like you do, perfect match!"

Chloe gets Pollen because she slapped Plagg across the room after he mistook her jacket for cheese & was unafraid when he started going all "I am the god of destruction" on her. Such an impeccably strong will is the only one fitting for the Kwami of order & subjugation.

Adrien got Plagg by intervening to stop the fight & or murder by offering food: "Hey, uh I totally have some cheese with me, I was kind of just grabbing stuff at random in the cupboard this morning cos it was dark, so feel free to it." - Minutes later "Where do you put it all!?" - "In ma belly!!!!" So he's Plagg's fave by default.

Alya is so excited and eager to jump in and opinionated on the fact Kwami damn right deserve the chance to rescue their siblings when they want to and also can she have an interview please. That Trixx decides they like her vibes and the two start discussing mythic heroes and comic books.

Lila's boastful nature catches the attention of Kaalki who decides she would be a "suitable" bearer. Lil is already cooking up BS claims about having done vigilantism before, but living with Kaalki will be another matter.

Ways and Nino is mostly because Nino is the only one to really notice and try to check up on the turtle who seems really down about the whole situation and they share a chill vibe.

Rose & Mouse is basically them both going "Oh you are so cute" while Tiger assumes Juleka is a wild child cos of her goth aesthetic. At first she is disappointed but it turns out having a second identity lets Juleka go fuck wild so it works.

Dragon & Kagami is obvious cos family symbiology and her already having a sword & a proper manner of speaking which works with Longg's archaic manner.

Carline only end up agreeing to work with Sass because his powers can ensure the students don't die. "My power is to watch over you so you do not die."

Thus we have:

Snake - Ouroboros & Entirety/Time Carline Ladybug - Creation & Good Fortune Marinette Cat - Destruction & Misfortune Adrien Tiger - Ignition & Havoc Juleka Dragon - Storm & Power Kagami Bee - Order & Subjugation Chloe Horse - Action & Migration Lila Turtle - Protection & Resilience Nino Mouse - Multiplication & Duplication Rose Alya - Mirage & Materialization

The shifts in powers in some cases are not immense, though a few noteworthy are:

Tiger is more like creating explosions with imbalances in the universe. Mouse can multiply themself but also duplicate objects and creatures. Fox can make some illusions physical and place illusions in people's heads. Bee can sting objects and command them to obey via impose.

What's more, the powers are not one use only, strictly speaking.

What happens is that you can use lesser versions of the powers multiple times, or you can use the payload once.

So Chloe can for example sting five enemies and keep them all still for one minute at a time. Or she can sting one enemy and keep it still for five minutes. Lila can teleport herself around a great deal but portals tucker her out, ETC.

The basic sequence of events from meeting Kwami to super heroes, is mostly everyone getting just enough context. Sass conceding he should have consulted Tikki but standing by the decision to try and rescue their siblings- They are interrupted by thunderous roaring as an Akuma begins tearing up the streets of Paris.

Bustier: Class, no one and I mean no one is to try using magic, let alone revealing this or racing off into danger. Am I understood- Akuma (Attacking a few blocks away) Sass: I could literally feel that about to happen as you spoke.

The students break up into:

Team: "Has zero plan but wants to fight!" Chloe, Kagami, Adrien, Alya, Rose. They are also enabled by Lila opening a portal.

Alya: Wooh, time to be a hero, Trixx Transform moi! Chloe: I won't let anyone get ahead of me, or destroy Paris, Pollen, Transform moi! Adrien: Hey wait for me, this sounds exciting and also I don't want you to die! Kagami: A battle, heroic and wicked forces clashing? This is what I was born for! Rose: Oh no, that monster is where the hospital is, Mullo, Transform Moi!

Team: "Does not want to do this but has to" Marinette, Nino, Carline, Juleka & technically Lila as she wants to avoid danger.

Juleka: Girlfriend noooo (Trails after her) Marinette: I can't let Alya die, or Chloe try to be a hero, she'll kill us all! Nino: Ok several friends in danger now, guess I gotta do it. Lila: Well, I have a little experience in these matters, maybe I can help us all along to save my new home?

Sass: My power would allow you to better ensure their safety. Bustier: … Sass… Transfor moi. (Runs after them)

& that is basically the just of it!

Also thanks to @generalluxun for convincing me Trixx definitely belongs with Alya! Kaalki and Lila is too good a combo to pass up as well.

[ikranwings]

lovers Fate

Chapter one

PLOT: Mansk believes he’s one of the only survivors after the sea dragon falls to the watery depths of the ocean. That is until he finds one person, one sole person amongst the wreckage. The one person he use to constantly flirt with before he had gone out on his mission.

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Warnings: mean ruins of death, injuries and traumatic experiences.

This story is 18+ only. Proceeding further you acknowledge that you are in fact an adult. All minors will be blocked from the account if found.

The sea dragon had sunk to the bottom of the ocean and Mansk was seemingly left alone in the middle of the ocean. Remnants of the once buoyant ship came to the surface as wreckage and floated with the current. As far as he could tell everyone was gone, he was seemingly on his own. No idea where Quaritch was, last he had seen Lyle was alive but now he couldn't be so sure. The war itself was brutal, something that should have never happened. As much as he wanted to believe they were in the right he couldn't justify going after a man and his family as he did. It was only right for them to lose, only right for the sea dragon to be lost to the ocean bead below them. Burying it and everything else that had laid waste to the ecosystem around them.

Carefully Mansk had thrown his gun over his back, the strap resting along his front as he pushed himself forward towards some of the wreckage. Perhaps he could salvage somethings for his own survival and Somehow make his way back to a base or anything for that matter. He wasn’t entirely sure how his return would be reciprocated, there was a very strong chance they might deem him unnecessary. A failed re-creation of his former self seeing as how he was a part of the group that had lost the war, a part of the group that had failed the mission and still had no results to show for his efforts.

The closer he got to some floating debris, boxes and plastic bags zipped up with who knows what was when he spotted it. Or rather was when he spotted what seemed like another survivor. Not a human but another recom draped along one of the slowly bobbing boxes. This one wasn't a soldier, wasn't a part of his team that had taken on the mission that was Jake Sully and his family. Upon closer inspection he recognized who the drifting survivor was, one of the scientists the RDA had decided to give recom bodies in order to help assist in the study of the planet pandora. Explore what plants would be safe to human consumption and what specifically to stay away from. Or just regular doctors large enough to deal with the recoms bigger injuries, it genuinely helped get things done that was for damn sure.

Isabella, her name was Issabella if his memories were to serve him correctly. From time to time he would chat with her before they had been set out on their mission. Making it a game to see if he could get her to laugh as he quite enjoyed hearing that from her or even just pulling a smile on her face. They rarely had time to speak with one another though, those moments around her where few and far between.

“ Isabella.. “ Mansk called after the woman pushing forward as he spit some of the sea water That had collected in his mouth as he went slightly underwater from the current. He called out her name again when she didn’t answer him, his only assumption was the simple fact that she may very well be unconscious after the whole event. Somehow she has managed to pull herself up onto one of the floating pieces of wreckage before losing any sense of consciousness.

She had to be alive out of everyone he could’ve found at the very least she had to be alive, he was entirely unsure if he could do this all himself. Sure physically he could. But doing so alone wasn’t something he was entirely sure he wanted to go through with. His hands grasped the massive box she had been resting on, using its buoyancy in order to keep himself above water as well. A freehand came to slide across the side of her fac, brushing her wet hair away in order for him to get a better look at her and asses any injuries she may have. “ Hey, are you with me Issabella? “ His tone came a little more concerned this time around, worried he may have come to her far too late in order to save her. His index and middle finger had come to rest under her nose for any sort of breath, a sign of anything. He desperately just needed anything to indicate any sign of life. To his relief her soft breaths fell against his fingers, she was alive. He wasn’t alone and she was alive, he could get through this. As long as he had someone to look after, a goal to achieve he could get them both through this.

Mansk hand returned to the side of her face, thumb moving to stroke along Isabella’s cheek. He had to wake her up and they had to get out of the water. Find somewhere safe for the night and come up with a plan in the morning. If he was tired and beat after all of this he had no doubt she would be as well. Really it was just a given and he hadn’t even gotten to speak with her quite yet.

“ Issa cmon open your eyes for me, can you do that for me please? “ his hand came down to her back rubbing softly, shaking her was not an option as it would more than likely just scare her. Waking her gently ensured that if she was to have any injuries he didn’t initially see it wouldn’t be agitated any further than it already was.

“ Please princesa… open those pretty eyes for me. “ it took a few more minutes of coaxing, rubbing her back and simply just talking to get any sort of reaction out of her but it happened. Her nose wrinkled slightly as a soft wine fell from her lips. Weather that be from pain or just the fact that she was being pulled from her unconscious sleepy state he was unsure at the moment. All that really mattered to him was that she was waking and that he wasn’t alone. Wasn’t the only one to make it out of this and the fact that he didn’t have to swim up on her being dead in the water. What a cruel thought to think of, one of the people he had come to care about upon his awakening. If he had found her dead there as his own punishment well, he wouldn’t have handled it properly at all.

Her eyes fluttered open as she took a full deep breath before coughing, hands tightening on the piece of wreckage that had kept the both of them bobbing slightly in the water. Mansk simply stayed there waiting, speaking softly in order to reassure her of his presence and that he was in fact there. Waking up to all of this, seeing all of this? It was overwhelming even to him. Not that he was willing to admit that quite yet as his brain was solely on the fact of their survival.

“ M-mansk? What happened? “ his voice, she could always tell it was him simply by hearing his voice before she was to ever see him. Lyle used to tease her about it when he could. Poking at her and asking why she could recognize mansk without turning around but never his own. It was always all in good fun and the three of them always had a good laugh. He wanted to go back to that, to before his mission had started. Maybe he could have escorted scientists to explore the planet instead of this. He knew it wasn’t possible seeing as how his skill set was meant for this. Meant for acts of war he wanted no part of any longer.

“ We sunk.. we lost. I couldn’t find anyone else but you. Everyone either fled or… “ he didn’t want to finish his sentence, not in front of her. She was his last bit of innocence he had and he couldn’t break that. Couldn’t break any hope of her friends still being alive, she needed hope just as much as he needed her.

“ What do you remember? “ He had to figure out where her head was in all of this, figure out what she remembered. Had to figure out if she had received any sort of head injury in the scuffle. Sure she didn’t join in the fight as she didn’t agree with it but that didn’t mean she didn’t sustain any injuries trying to escape the flooding sea dragon.

“ I.. I don't know. It was dark. There was an explosion and.. and I fell back. I was in one of the labs I think…. It was so bright and then nothing there was nothing until now. '' Shock, she was in shock and the memories would come flooding back. Isabella remembered bits and pieces of what went on so it was either the shock or she had a mild concussion. Both things he could deal with and roll with the punches as they came. Minor things he could deal with, he had minor medical training. All of the recoms did as they Rda made it mandatory incase they couldn’t get back in time. Basic medical technique could mean life and death, buy someone a few extra minutes.

“ That’s ok, we can work with that. It’s alright princesa for now we just need to get to shelter. Worry about the rest later. “ actually having someone to look out for made it easier for Mansk to gain a level head, he wasn’t as lost as he would have been if he was on his own. His first goal was to get them to an island or at least a collection of massive rocks in order for them to mount his Ikran and fly a short distance to some land. Flying all night would do them no good after all and it would really only tire out his ikran to the point of exhaustion or death. Then they really would be stuck and stranded.

“ Alright follow me.. we’re going to get out of this water and take shelter, regroup a bit before we make any other decisions. “ Mansk patted her hand before pushing himself off of the floating wreckage, towards a band of massive sea boulders deeply rooted in place. From there they could follow through with his plan.

“ Mansk wait..! “ Isabella had instantly reached out for him only to grab onto nothing as she had let go of the wreckage in order to get to him. Her head bobbed under the water a moment before she resurfaced sputtering as her hands tried to reach for anything as an anchor once again.

“ I cant see. '' She sobbed out, still able to stay above water but have absolutely no idea what direction she should be going in. Isabella had been blinded somehow during the fight and she couldn’t do a thing about it.

“ I cant fucking see. “ Repeating that again came as a realization to her, what was she going to do? Her voice had been filled with fear, fear of what was going to happen and if her sight was ever going to come back. What if he left her? What good was she if she couldn’t see in order to help out and pull her own weight.

A hand had come to hers as she reached one’s more in hopes to find the side of something floating. Mansk had reached out for her during her struggle in order to help steady her. It hurt him, hearing her repeat the fact that she couldn’t see. How devastating that had to be for her. Carefully he had pulled her back to the original container they had been floating on beside one another, his hand never left hers simply to offer some sort of comfort in knowing that he was still there with her.

“ it’s ok, Issa it’s ok. I’m not going to leave you.. I couldn’t leave you, I can’t leave you. “

Fuck, she was blinded in the mess of all things? Was it permanent? Was it temporary? How could this have happened? She was innocent in all of this if anything it should have been him. He wanted it to be him instead of her. He hated how terrified she was. How scared she seemed to be upon the realization. It pained him to realize just what that fear was about. Being alone-, being left behind because she felt as though she was useless to him when in reality she wasn’t. She was so far from useless to him and she didn’t even realize that.

“ keep your hands in place ok? I’m gonna steer us where we need to go, just swim. I’m not leaving, you’ll be fine. We’ll be fine I promise. “

I promise.

I love you I promice.

Words unspoken meant so much and yet he still hasn’t admitted it.

i promise.

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Spicynoodles Tangled AU

*very loosely Tangled based and also has some Barbie Rapunzel movie traits for dragon bestie purposes*

Red Son = Rapunzel

Lady Bone Demon = Mother Gothel

MK = Flynn Ryder

Mei = Pascal

In case you didn't see the note, Red does have both hands, I was just too lazy to draw the other one \ (ツ) /.

@py-dreamer for the idea of having Red Son in the Rapunzel role, it made the whole thing work a lot better.

MK and Red Son are both 18, MK is only a few months older, and Mei is 15.

I've had some fun ideas in the like month I spent working on these. It has gradually drifted further and further from the Tangled story, and then I looked up info on Flynn and turns out he's a lost prince from a destroyed kingdom so I unintentionally made MK more like him anyway.

MK isn't a lost prince tho, he's just got the from a group of people who had their kingdom destroyed. He's still MK under the Flynn like personality, so he's gonna be the one to offer to braid Red's hair.

I plan to make designs for some of the other characters, like Iron Fan and DBK obviously, but also Bai He, Pigsy, Tang and whoever I decide to have be Maximus and the guard captain(probably Ao Lie and Wukong/Macaque tbh). I said it gets less Tangled based as it goes on.

I plan on having Bai He in a similar role to Cassandra from the Tangled series, but without the jealousy because she realizes that LBD is a shitty parent who only cares about power and she's living her best life with her monkey dads.

I also kinda wanna have Ironbull and LBD have an epic fight while MK takes his new boyfriend to therapy.

Overall this is a very fun AU to draw for.

Spicynoodles Tangled AU Masterpost