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capquinn · 3 months ago
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Sunday | Q. Hughes
summary: A lazy Sunday morning... pairing: reader x quinn hughes content: nothing but tooth rotting fluff word count: 1k ↪masterlist
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“You’re staring,” he murmurs, his voice low and a little raspy from sleep, but there’s a hint of amusement in it.
A smile tugs at your lips as your fingers brush a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. “Just admiring."
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The morning light slips through the blinds, casting soft, golden stripes across the room. It dances on the walls, wrapping you both in a warm, quiet glow. It’s the kind of light that only comes in the last days of summer, when the air feels just a bit cooler in the mornings, but the days still stretch long into the evening. There’s something almost ethereal about the way it floods the space, filling every corner with a peaceful stillness.
You’re both wrapped in the tangled mess of white sheets, limbs entwined. Quinn's chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm, the gentle warmth of his skin brushing against yours. The world beyond the window might as well not exist; here, in the cocoon of soft linens and golden light, it’s just the two of you, wrapped in the last days of lazy summer, sheltered from the chaos of life outside.
You glance up at Quinn, his face half-buried in the pillow, hair slightly tousled and falling in soft strands across his forehead. The sunlight dances on his face, illuminating the faint freckles scattered across his nose. His expression is soft, radiating the kind of peacefulness that only comes when you know you don’t have to be anywhere else but here. His eyes are still heavy with sleep, lashes casting gentle shadows on his cheeks, but there’s a contentedness in the way he looks at you and a lazy, easy smile playing at the corners of his lips that makes your heart flutter.
You shift a little closer, pressing your cheek against the pillow and propping yourself up slightly on your elbow. Your hand moves instinctively, fingers tracing the outline of his jaw, feeling the slight roughness of stubble that’s grown in over the weekend. He leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed briefly before opening again, meeting yours in that sleepy, comfortable silence.
“You’re staring,” he murmurs, his voice low and a little raspy from sleep, but there’s a hint of amusement in it.
A smile tugs at your lips as your fingers brush a stray lock of hair away from his forehead. “Just admiring."
His brows quirk, but he doesn’t say anything, just watches you with a curious gaze. The warmth of his eyes pulls you in like it always does, the mix of green and hazel almost impossible to decipher. They’re mesmerizing... The way the morning light catches in his irises, turning the hues of green and hazel into something almost magical. They shift with the light, as if the exact colour of them depends on where you’re standing, or how close you are.
Luckily, you’re the only one who gets to see them this closely.
That thought makes your heart swell. This quiet intimacy between the two of you, tucked away from the world in the soft glow of the morning. His eyes, those incredible, ever-changing eyes, are just for you in this moment. A warmth blooms in your chest, a sense of comfort and belonging that’s almost overwhelming in its simplicity.
“You have such pretty eyes,” you say softly, the words slipping out without much thought.
A faint blush creeps across Quinn’s cheeks, and he shifts slightly under the covers, glancing away for just a second. His reaction is almost bashful, as if no one’s ever said something like that to him before.
Quinn opens his mouth to respond, but then closes it again, a soft chuckle escaping him instead. His cheeks flush a deeper pink, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.
“Stop,” he mumbles, his voice muffled, laced with that shy, nervous laughter. His arms tighten around you, pulling you closer until you’re pressed up against him.
You laugh lightly, brushing your fingers through his messy hair as you feel the heat of embarrassment radiating off him. “I’m serious,” you whisper, leaning in just a little, your lips brushing the shell of his ear. “They’re like... impossible to figure out. Sometimes they look green, sometimes hazel... So pretty.”
He groans softly in protest, his face still buried against your neck. “You’re just saying that.”
“I’m really not,” you insist, your voice playful, trying to keep the moment light. You feel the soft rumble of his laughter against your chest, his body vibrating with the sound. “They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
His breath hitches slightly at the words, and for a moment, he just stays there, his face hidden in the curve of your neck, as if he’s too shy to even look at you. But then he shifts, lifting his head just enough to press a soft kiss against your collarbone. His lips linger there for a second longer than usual, his lips warm and tender against your skin, as if he’s gathering the courage to speak.
“I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before,” he admits quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.
You smile, your heart swelling at the softness of his confession. “Well, then they’ve clearly never looked at you the way I do.”
He glances up at you finally, his eyes catching the light again, and for a second, neither of you say anything. There’s no need to. The moment is so simple, so mundane in the grand scheme of things, and yet it feels like the most intimate thing in the world. Just you, him, and the quiet of a lazy summer morning.
Quinn’s lips curve into a small, shy smile, his face still flushed as he leans down to press his forehead against yours. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“Maybe,” you murmur back, your fingers brushing lightly over his arm. “But I’m right.”
He laughs again, this time a little more freely, and pulls you closer into him until your legs are tangled together beneath the sheets once more. There’s no rush to move, no urgency to do anything but just be. You have this one last weekend together before everything picks up again — work, hockey, life — and for now, that’s more than enough.
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endollvors · 3 months ago
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Yo, you know Rise of Red, the Time Travel Descendants film about time travel? What if it didn't have time travel, and also the character arcs were complete and made sense as a single work.
Welcome to the Urban Resistance AU. It's a game of cat and mouse through Auradon. The Queen of Hearts does her Coup and Chloe and Red escape, but instead of using the Pocketwatch, they have to learn to trust each other and get along while escaping the card soldiers and attempting to thwart the sweeping changes of the new Regime.
Chloe, Our Knight in Shining Armor and face of the resistance, skilled in close quarters combat and community organization, has to stop being precious about how to accomplish her goals and accept help from unlikely places. Her glass slipper shatters when she stops holding back and lands a roundhouse kick on a guard to protect Red.
Red, Our Shadow behind the scenes, familiar with how her mother thinks and plans, good at stealth and parkour, and the only person in Auradon with practical, structured, magic training that's not in prison, has to learn how to work with other people and gain their trust. It's revealed at the climax that her supposed betrayal in the second act was a planned ruse.
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thelilylav · 6 months ago
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Thinking about Daring and Lizzie. Thinking about Lizzie breaking up with him because he would never feel at home in Wonderland, and she would always feel guilty for it. Thinking about her choosing her people over her prince, her responsibility over her happiness. Thinking about her telling him that he has his siblings in Ever After, but she has no one, and vice versa. Thinking about Daring pleading with her to not let him go and her telling him that it will be for the best, that one day he'll find someone who will make him happier than she ever could. It's for the best.
Thinking about her seeing him a year later, standing hand in hand with a brunette and smiling ear to ear. Thinking about how she'd turn away from them and smile, happy for them even as her heart ripped open. Thinking about how he found someone who would let him be their world when she couldn't. Thinking about how she'd whisper,
"I told you so."
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mausuwinasa · 5 days ago
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HI. NEW MULTI-CHAPTER FIC IM WORKING ON. GO READ IF YOU LIKE LESBIAN VAMPIRES AND/OR ARE DESPERATE FOR MORE DIZZY.
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daddiesdrarryy · 7 months ago
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Do you ever get that feeling in your chest when you finish writing a project that you’ve spent a lot of time on? Do you? Do you get it?
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bedsheet-gh0st · 3 months ago
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I keep having to take a lot of lie-down breaks, but chapter 2 of Villain is in its editing stage! I’m also in the last stages of diagnosis for this mystery ailment, sister to anemia (which is what has been draining me for the past oh I don’t know THREE YEARS) so regular updates are around the corner. Thank you dear readers for your patience.
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superwingscentral · 9 months ago
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so i recently made a book and thinking abt compiling all my little writings (hopefully) in this
and i started with sw ofc!! just something short and silly.
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dizzyp0p · 5 months ago
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ghost of you(r kiss)
Summary: Some not-so-friendly neighbors make a few warranted threats.
Chapter 2
“They’re loud. Like you.”
Since there was no food in the mansion (much to the shock of everyone, oddly enough), the sextet decided they should all go out to eat somewhere and then go grocery shopping. It gave them an opportunity to explore the small town and they were even able to spot the beach in the distance which excited the girls in particular. And Peter. And James too.
Remus was more interested in finding a bookstore. Really, that was the least surprising thing to James but to everyone else (except Lily of course who was practically Remus²) it was inconceivable.
“I bet there’s one around here somewhere,” James said looking around the town as the group of them walked through the streets.
The town was quaint and quiet. The air smelled of salt from the ocean. From where Black Manor stood in the small town, the ocean waves could be heard and to James, they sounded marvelous . They were practically beckoning for him and the rest of his friend group to go and run themselves into the water. James was all for going to the beach that day but Lily and Remus, ever the voices of reason, convinced the group that their best bet would be to stock up on what they didn’t have in their temporary home.
“We can go to the beach any other day, either way,” Lily offered reasonably, which was met with disgruntled agreements.
Continue reading on AO3!
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rearranging-deck-chairs · 8 months ago
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fanfic really is such a nice diagnostic tool when youre completely out of touch with yourself
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adizzyninja · 6 months ago
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Huh. So I tried writing a fanfic for the first time ever. I actually got into a really good flow and got the main scene I was thinking of together in like an hour.
Then I reread it and it just sounds SUPER horny now and I have no idea why. It’s an action scene. wtf.
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toadsdrool · 6 months ago
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i would love to share with you all a compilations of some of my first prince fanfictions from last years first prince week!
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this hope is
a first prince soulmate au!
Alex's palms were sweating so bad he was pretty sure he could drown a small European nation. His suit was sticky with it. He was thankful for the dark color, it would hide the worst of it under his arms. Plus, he couldn’t get his hair to lay right, that morning. June and Nora kept telling him he looked fine, but that was all it was. He looked fine. His mother was the Democratic nominee for President of the United fucking States and her son looked fine. He didn't need to look anything else. He wasn’t the main event. He didn’t matter. But he was there, in Rio, at the Olympics, and it felt like the whole universe was watching him.
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Fox
Alex and Henry watch a sad movie (picture Spencer but its Arthur instead of Diana) and snuggle about it.
Alex followed the tear tracks down his splotchy cheeks. “I know. I’m sorry.” “No, it was actually kind of nice. Bea’s right it’s a gentle retelling of a shite situation. It was good to see him how everyone else saw him.” Henry took a shuddering breath. “Some things were obviously fictitious, but I like to believe that’s how he felt. He would’ve loved you.”
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asking you to stay
Alex and Henry are forced across the pond again and have to fall back into their old methods of being in each other's company (i.e. phone sex). Even though it's been years and they should be past this kind of juvenile back and forth, a love like theirs never ages, never really changes, it's written in the stars.
“Come back. Be here. Please.” He punctuated each phrase with a hard shift of his body slowly but surely pulling himself out of bed. He closed his laptop and gingerly set it on Henry’s empty nightstand. “I would love to. I genuinely am starting to believe they want me to deliver the bloody baby.” 
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say it with your hands
Alex 'Dizzy' Claremont-Diaz's parents are both hockey legends, his mom runs the NWHL and his dad was the first overall draft pick in '98. Tragically, an injury that took him out shortly after he joined the NHL, leaving him coaching for the rest of his life. Altogether, Alex has way too much riding on winning the Stanley Cup. Only one thing stands in his way: Henry 'Ice Prince' Fox.
"In June's defense, you are half the height of most of the guys on the ice." Alex shoved him, lightly. "I am perfectly average, Your Majesty!" His face crumpled at the nickname. "I beg you to not." "Okay, baby," Alex said, kissing his temple in apology. "No ice names. No Dizzy, no Foxy. Just us. Let's get to bed, big game tomorrow, or so I hear."
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just a little taste
Henry's not taking care of himself while he's away in England. Alex devises a plan to get him back in tip-top shape. Something to the tune of Henry devouring sushi off Alex.
"Okay, so you can tell me to fuck off." He sounded nervous, it made Henry giddy. "I doubt I would see the need." "No." Alex let out a breathy laugh. "I may have taken this too far." "Alex, what have you done?" "See for yourself."
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Minutes to Midnight
Minutes to Midnight starring Henry Fox should have been the blockbuster of the century. Alex should have been calling up LGBT+ activists, setting up first looks, and scratching at doors to get a glance at a script. Under different circumstances, he would have. In the current ones, he just did his job. Until he gets drunk and starts to meddle on twitter.
"Great. Love a last minute rendezvous with nepo babies." Alex stretched in his seat, and jutted his chin towards the other chair, a wordless invite for Henry to join him. He nudged the tea towards him and offered his hand, remaining seated. "Alex Claremont-Diaz, charmed I'm sure.” "Yes, well, I certainly love taking time away from my busy schedule to meet with self-assured pricks who can't bother to fact-check themselves before they wreck themselves on Twitter." He took Alex's hand, firm hold verging on too tight squeeze, and shook it, once, before dropping it. "Henry Fox, pleasure."
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number1spongebobfan · 1 year ago
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The Can-Do-Crew were working on an important project. They were fixing Farmer Pickle's stable. Lofty picked up heavy wood tiles with the tip of his hook. Dizzy carried wet cement in her backpack.
"Hi Lofty!" Dizzy greeted. "Are you excited?"
Don't say anything, Lofty thought. Be cool.
"The stable's going to look all nice and brand new. There's going to be new and fresh colors. And less splinters."
Dizzy sucked her thumb. There was a huge splinter that had somehow gotten into her opera glove.
"Are you okay Dizzy?" Lofty asked worriedly. Dizzy winced. She was trying to get through with the pain; but the splinter was burrowing deeper every second.
"I'm okie dokie!" Dizzy shouted. She started to cry.
Lofty never felt this nervous before, and he was always a worrier. He couldn't bear seeing cheerful and perky Dizzy this down.
"I'll help you," Lofty said. He knelt down. Lofty yanked the splinter off of Dizzy's thumb. Dizzy screeched; it was a sharp but very short pain, and the splinter was finally off.
Lofty wiped the tears from Dizzy's eyes. She smiled. The little cement mixer kissed the blue tow truck on the forehead.
"Gah! No, stop that!" he flustered. Then Dizzy ran off to play in the woods.
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owl127 · 2 years ago
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Please update fire forest I can’t wait !!!
*touches microphone*
Testing, testing, one two--
*screeching noise from hell*
*clears throat*
Heeeey, so, yes, I'm working on it, but I kinda got myself into the bumblebee big bang, so I'm working on that? And maybe something for sulemio week? And winter bloom update? And other prompts?
*sweats*
I'm, I'm a --
*faints*
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neko-naruto · 2 years ago
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A Draconic Alteration
Summary: When your cells start to destabilize or overproduce, you can fight it, and ignore it, but, that isn't exactly a wise choice when dealing with non-human cells.
Warnings: light body horror, swearing, mild gore, check tags for further warnings.
Authors Note: People still like dragons right? Dragons are still in right? I sure hope so, reblogs are appreciated!
Kys Gear cells have become unstable.
Dizzy can feel it, Sol can feel it, even Sin can feel it, but Ky can't, not attuned to how they act like his Gear family is.
He listens when they tell him whats going on, he listens but he doesn't change a thing about how often he utilizes them because he would know best of all if his body was failing him, right? Apparently not, Faust had to explain to him that close people will notice things that oneself doesn't from time to time, he didn't believe it.
But then it started to show through. His balance would falter for seemingly no reason. His body would quake in spastic tremors on and off relentlessly. His brain refused to filter nor keep in the thoughts he liked to keep personal. And it happened in the form of once infrequent episodes, they used to happen every two months, then once a month, twice he could handle and predict so he wouldn't have to be seen when it did. Then it started to happen thrice a month, and then it went to happening whenever it so desired. (Each time it gets worse)
His skin had started to change color as well, first becoming paler and sickening gray before slowly morphing to a charcoal blue with flickers of brightness; its only changed in some patches. His teeth have sharpened greatly, he used to blunt them every night, they were sharp in the morning, he just extracts them before he goes to sleep now; they always come back just as sharp if not more. His hair has grown out again, it always does, now it grows faster, and each time he cuts it off, the tips seem to darken to a deep, navy, ashes; he smells burnt now no matter what shampoo he uses.
(His body is larger as well, he doesn't notice, his family does)
Even when he catches a glimpse of his reflection, he can't believe its him because all he sees is a monster, he knows he has to ignore it and continue his duties.
Ky still knows he'll end up a monster one day, at the rate things are going it'll be sooner than later, he doesn't bring it up though. When asked if he's feeling alright, he lies and says he's feeling perfectly fine, even though its clear his gaze is fixated on what hes becoming. Fixated on his charcoal hands that flicker aqua and fingers turned to talons, fixated on his deep blue scales that spread slowly across his once unblemished skin, fixated on his bio-luminescent eyes in the mirror that glow in darkness.
He just hopes that his family will still love him when he is gone and a monster is all that remains.
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"Ky, I need you to breathe," Sol instructed as he stared in horror at his son in laws morphing form, he edged away, but kept his tone still, a set of glowing blue eyes with red pupils stared at him from between clawed hands.
"Breathe? You want me to fucking breathe?!" Ky roared at Sol as his bones reformed and his muscles stretched and bolstered to match his changing form, his skull melding into one much more reptilian with somewhat sharp angles, two great horns starting to jut out and hair hardening into scaled plating fast.
"Yes I want you to fucking breathe! If you calm down it'll slow the destabilization!" Sol shouted up at Ky who started to keel over, once bipedal quickly morphing to quadrupedal, landing on his knees, clothes straining to contain his scaled and growing form.
"I can't!" Ky snapped back, giving a shout of pain as his spinal cord shifted and his neck jutted awkwardly, his back rounded and tail bone changing fast as a large tail started to form, that same deep navy tone.
"Okay, okay, just- listen to my counting! In on three, then out on three!" Sol shouted up and Ky opened his eyes, there was more than before, and he listened as Sol counted.
Pace of his heart coming back down a considerable amount as he drew air in and pushed it back out at a much steadied pace, it didn't stop the transformation though. His back still bubbled furiously and his tail still formed, ridges tearing through scaled skin for each vertebrae in place, his clothes tore but he knew his dignity would stay preserved with his new form. Soon his eyes closed, all of them, two smaller horns protruded outwards and his once taloned hands and feet turned to scaled paws made for tearing flesh.
His mouth slit open for a second and Sol saw hundreds if not thousands of micro fangs that flattened, resting behind the regular set of chompers. Fear shot through Sols body as he watched the coloration of the monsters underbelly fade out to something lighter, and the tail stop growing and the legs stop reconstructing. He knew that Ky must've been somewhere deep inside, but the second that monster woke up, the first king would never resurface again. But, it wasn't complete, he recognized the colors as being Kys Dragon Install, but for a dragon it was lacking something important.
Then, something so grotesque it was majestic happened.
In a burst of blood, flesh and cerebrospinal fluids, two glorious wings burst from the monsters back, outstretched for a second before coming down. In the second they were up, Sol could see they were dripping, and that the membrane was aqua and the supports were the same charcoal blue as the rest of the body. They continued to drip as fluids oozed from the holes they emerged from and trickled between scales, it was so gross, but entrancing, he would want to see it again, but never actively seek it out.
Sols breathing halted in his chest as hot air cackling with sparks filtered in and out of the monsters nose and mouth, he couldn't move, he hoped no one had heard. He wants to run, he wants to leave, he needs to go somewhere that isn't directly in front of this creature that could slaughter him with the tip of its claw. He physically can't, his heart is pounding, sending what felt like gallons blood at a mile a minute, palms perspiring and his body shaking like never before.
(That's a lie, he shook like that all the time when he was a kid.)
(He doesn't want to think about when he was a kid.)
He takes a step back, eyes start to flutter open, he goes to turn, he goes to run, but the near thunderous shake in the ground of the monster named Ky shifting position caused his balance to falter. He doesn't fall down, he just keeps on trekking, a bit slower, but still deliberately, he freezes again when slitted pupils veer through him as a scaled maw comes closer to his body. He doesn't dare move an inch, the breath that once washed over him is heavier now, makes his hair stand up; clawed paws until the beast has him circled.
It doesn't move though, it doesn't attack him.
Instead, a prehensile tail catches his ankles in a vice, hoisting him up as he activates his weapon, trying to stay intimidating as the hundred eyed, electric dragon tilted its head. Forked tongues flicker between teeth, and those slitted pupils turn to wide obsidian orbs circled in in blazing blue, hot saliva hits him in thin strips and he shudders, disgusting. Then he was dropped between the spires that were horns, his skin buzzed with electricity and he could hear his ears ring, it felt numbing. He had to grasp a horn when wings shook as they pumped, the beast could barely lifted itself into the air, and now, now he could see everyone staring; Sin and Dizzy from the windows, scared.
He still wasn't being hurt in any, way shape or form by this horrid creature, this abomination of faltering cells. He was nearly trying to slice through scales when he felt it glide to the windows that Sin and Dizzy stood behind, neither moved. He didn't when the dragon came to perch just in front of it, staring in with those big eyes, tongues slipping between knives. Sin inched closer first, so did Ky, or, what Ky had become, the electricity caused the windows to shatter and both startled before Dizzy came to stand in front of his maw. Snakelike tongues flickered out, getting her scent like a snake, slobbering like a dog, she giggled a bit before running her hand along the scaled paws dug into the walls; talons split bricks through to the other side.
Then Sol realized what Ky had become.
A giant, scaly dog.
Sol slid down the front of Kys skull, trotting across the snout before dropping down next to Dizzy and Sin, trying his hardest not to cower under the gaze of hundreds of eyes. Sin walked up next, this time that same prehensile tail, now split at the ends, gripped him at the waist, he squirmed and the grip loosened. The sheer size difference was absurd, Sin and Ky once being close to the same size, now one a dragon that would most likely end up being hunted down; Sin was in denial, shaking a bit.
"Do you think we'll be able to turn him back?" Dizzy asked, Sol shrugged his shoulders, unable to procure an answer.
"Do you think Illyria will be fine without the first king?" Sol asked back, Dizzy shook her head, two kings would not be enough.
"Do you think he'll be comfortable sleeping on the castle?" Dizzy asked, gesturing a little bit to her husbands now scaled form, light blue underbelly that glowed like charcoal and deep navy back, electrical spires on his head and a split tail.
"Do you think the castle will be able to hold his weight?" Sin asked, butting into the conversation and trying to be polite as he was spun around in the grip of tails, ending up being placed in the open maw of Kys muzzle, fangs down, Sin still froze up in fear as he was held in the open mouth, electricity washing over him; Dizzy responded instantly.
"Ky! Drop him, now." Dizzy demanded as though the dragon was a mere mutt, Ky did exactly as told, his son covered in rivulets of saliva and shaking, but it only took a second for him to start grinning.
"Do it again! Do it again!" Sin chanted as he shook in excitement, the dragon gave a quizzical look to Dizzy, eyes in a soft glaze of red, maw glued shut, he got a soft nod before he cracked open his mouth, fangs flat and tongues laid down and stilled.
Sin practically hopped in, just sitting down on the mass of forked tongues, leaned against the back of fangs, the blunt side. Electricity tingled on his skin and it kept him awake, like a shot of caffeine injected directly into his bloodstream and he liked it, loved it even; the way the insides pulsed, the ridges on the roof, and the slight squirm of the tongues below. It was an experience, he knew he had to leave eventually, but he kind of found it, safe, to be inside a creature of such stature that couldn't be felled.
"I wonder how Leo'll react to seeing the first king like this," Sol said with a bit of a chuckle, leaning against the edge of Kys jaw, the dragon gave a rumbling purr that had Sol startling and Sin grasping for a tooth, he left promptly, "he's coming over today right?"
"Yes, although, I don't think it'll be wise," Dizzy said, glancing down to the ground as Ky slowly closed his mouth, letting a few of his tongues stay out, flickering in the air like a snakes, that was probably how he smelt best now.
"You kidding me? It'll be fucking hilarious," Sol said, elbowing his daughter with a sharp grin on his face.
"I do suppose you have a point, but where will Ky wait? He's a little bit too big to fit anywhere inside the castle now," Dizzy asked, worried about her husband as with his new size he would no doubt have a much larger appetite, and with how much space he takes up, could the world even sustain one dragon? She supposes the world is about to find out.
"He can sleep by the parapets, in between the roofs, in the courtyard, we'll figure it out," Sol said, placing a hand on Dizzys shoulder as Ky gave another chirping sound, staring at his family.
"Do you think dads still in there?" Sin asked.
"I hope so," Sol said.
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miidnightpoet · 12 hours ago
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sometimes I look up from my work and my English teacher is just gone
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p2ii · 6 months ago
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ryokira but the demon stuff is an allegory for transgenderism and ryo is into forcemasc
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