#glory x peril

[scrollwyrm]

You guys knew this was coming

Glory x Peril fanart. First of all, I would like to apologise for thinking it was a crack ship. Also, I love it. This is inspired by @inspiredwriterstory’s fic idea, so go check that out. Also HAPPY LESBIAN VISIBILITY WEEK!

[inspiredwriterstory]

This thought just came to me, but I have no idea if there's a Glory x Deathbringer x Peril ship. I sound like I'm crazy but hear me out. Okay so everyone and there grandma has made points for Glory x Peril and Glory x Deathbringer, I have nothing to add to that because they work pretty well together. Where I can see some people getting confused is the Deathbringer and Peril part, but think about it. Peril is porbably the type to get Deathbringer's homour because they both have a higher kill count than most dragons in the world, plus they're both hated by their tribes for one reason or another, plus if Peril said something threatening by accident, Deathbringer is more likely to just laugh and make a joke.

Also thought I'd squeeze this in here for the lols.

Tsunami made a joke about clay being a great queen in book 4, Trans Clay people.

Anyhoo toodles!

[whiteoutzz]

[id: Simple doodle of Glory and Peril. Glory is sitting down while Peril is standing, blue fire blazing on her back. Between two dragons there is a floating small red heart. Background is white. / end id]

they're in love btw

drew this at 3am i was at mylimimt

[kaliido-s]

recent sketch dump GO (more under cut)

kongs that i drew while art blocked, quite frankly my hand was tired as hell and I should not have been drawing lol

wof stuff 🫶

aliens requested by my friends

susie deltarune (I miss her 💔)

sylva and lightning!!! i hate these freaks!!! fucking goblins!!!

fanmothra stuff, I have brainworms

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Wings of Fire

Sample Size: 1,103 stories

Source: AO3

[ara-bli]

*drops gloril art and runs*

look i had a vision-

[sanjisluvbot]

Yandere Batfam x Neglected Reader

A/N: recently I've gotten into DC bc a new superman is coming out this summer! Along with getting Nightwing edits on my TT I have been seeing alot of Batfam and neglected reader ( why is y/n always neglected Lmfao). Anyways as I work on my other stories tell me how you enjoy this and if you want the finished product. See you wednesday!

The smell of fire filled your lungs and you begged all above to remove the burning filing through your nostrils. You lost track of where your mother was and hoped she made it out. The heat was intense and as more smoke encased itself in your tiny chest, time was running out and there was nothing left to do but lie on the wooden floor. Just as you thought you were closing your eyes for the last time there— in his dark glory— Batman. 

The dark knight finally came to save you, the rest was history. 

You wake in the hospital, a smiling nurse adjusting you and explaining everything to your tear-riddled doe-eyed self. Everything you’d ever known was erased, there was no trace of your mother and a man from Gotham decided to take little old you in. The smog of Gotham was different than New York, it lay on top of the city like a weighted blanket and made it all the more sinister. You arrived at the manor, biting your lip anxiously as it looked like the home of vampires and every other night creature you could think of. Two men were waiting for you when you stepped out of the car, both tall and sturdy-looking eyes hardened by the trials of life. The man with oceanic blue eyes stuck his hand out, eyes slightly softening when he noticed your apprehensiveness. You reached out and felt callouses and the warmth of his palms. 

He smiled at you introducing himself as Bruce Wayne, and then his butler, Alfred. They were both doting and kind, showering you with the affections left absent by your missing mother. You found yourself often in Bruce’s lap while he worked or in his bed crying into his chest when you were reminded of your mother during the night. Eventually, you begin to call him dad. Daddy’s sweet little girl is what they called you in Gotham. You were spoiled rotten and Bruce was constantly praised for saving you from a life filled with loneliness and the perils of poverty. 

As you got older Bruce became busier, and you no longer had the time to even cuddle and watch movies on rainy nights. You inquired with Alfred about what was different, and why had he become rather distant from you. Alfred reassured you every time, but you felt a pang in your heart when he introduced Dick Grayson into your little family. He spent almost all his time with Dick now, only sparing you a glance on the very off chance that he had a break. No one would be forward with you on what exactly was going on and, as much as it hurt and your tears soaked your pillows you never cried in front of a soul. The seeds of resentment were growing within you. 

Neglect and anger were apparent. Sometimes, when you linked eyes, you could see a glimmer of the father you once adored and spent every waking minute. You were infatuated with your father’s eyes, they held every word he didn’t whisper like he was wearing his heart on his sleeve. You hoped that even without blood relation you mimicked that feature, maybe save your relationship before it’s fully weaned.

Dick wasn’t that bad in the beginning, you welcomed him with slightly open arms and apprehension. He would entertain you and your heart would flutter when he smiled. But that did not stop your bond being severed without a care.

High school rolled around and your anger boiled over, having Dick be a year older and going to the same school was a nightmare. There was an obsession when it came to you, Bruce Wayne’s youngest, Dick Grayson’s little sister, no one left you alone. Dick would only acknowledge you if the boys cooed and whistled, not even in a way an older brother would be protective of his sister. It was more of a threat. A threat entangled with possessiveness. 

At one point you lashed out, upset at him for ruining your chances with a guy you were interested in. “ Dick, what the fuck is your issue? I liked him!” your yell echoed in the empty hallway. He looked down at you, an indescribable look and you furrowed your eyebrows urging him to answer. He looked away for a moment licking his lip before turning around without a word. 

There was that flutter again. It was wrong and with the excitement came the dread of fully understanding that flutter.

Lmk what you think !

[on-my-vigilante-sht]

Delicate

Luke Castellan x Reader

Summary: "Is it chill that you're in my head? / Cause I know that it’s delicate"

Warnings: Angst, death, major series spoilers for people who haven't finished the books

Word Count: 2.1k

Masterlist

Sometimes I wonder, when you sleep / Are you ever dreaming of me?

Luke could admit to himself he wanted his best friend. He had for a long time. In fact everyone could see it, except for her. She seemed blissfully unaware of any feelings Luke had to the point that it made him nervous she was doing it on purpose. But if he couldn’t have her, he’d take the next best thing of being her friend. As long as she was in his life.

It was supposed to be bonfire night but Luke and Y/M had snuck off to the beach. They lay next to each other, staring up at the stars. Well, she was looking up at the stars, Luke was looking at her. They talked for hours about nothing until she finally dozed off.

Given the strict rules about curfew, Luke hardly ever got to see his best friend’s peaceful expression as she slept. Her face relaxed, unburdened by the perils of being a demigod. And as the two oldest at camp, they had a lot of perils.

Luke reached out, stroking her hair. That elicited a content sigh from her and he wondered if she was aware it was him. He wondered if she thought about or dreamed about him nearly as much as he did her. He had an ever present fantasy of absolutely sweeping her off her feet in a moment of glory. One of his favorites was after he won capture the flag, he’d march right up to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and just kiss her.

But of course that would never happen so he kept it stashed in the back of his mind.

He let her sleep for a few more minutes before he finally woke her up. “Hey, you gotta get up or the harpies will get us,” he laughed softly, shaking her awake.

She groaned but opened her eyes nonetheless.

Sometimes when I look into your eyes / I pretend you're mine all the damn time

Her eyes. Luke could probably get lost in them forever. He didn’t even need to watch the stars. He’d much rather watch the reflection of them in her eyes.

Unfortunately, the moment was ruined by one of the Athena boys. “Oh, hey Luke. Um, I just came to find Y/N. Chiron said late curfew starts in five minutes.”

“Really?” she asked, sitting up. “How long was I asleep?”

Luke felt his face get hot. He actually had no idea, he had completely lost track of time while watching her. “Uh not long. I just didn’t want to wake you,” he tried to play it off smoothly.

She gave him a soft smile, her hand finding his knee. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean to waste your night.”

“No, no, no,” he quickly corrected. “You’re never a waste of time.”

“So um,” the Athena boy cut in awkwardly. “You want me to walk you to your cabin, Y/N? It’s right across from mine.”

Luke felt a surge of possessiveness. This guy clearly liked her. But before she could answer, Luke did it for her. “We’ll head over in a few minutes but thanks,” he tried to dismiss him.

The boy looked discouraged but tried to play it off. “Oh- uh ok.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Y/N offered, feeling bad for him. He immediately brightened with a smile before retreating back to his cabin.

Luke hated that she always seemed to leave the door open for other guys. They had had numerous conversations about the boys that liked her so he knew she wasn’t doing it on purpose. She just felt bad outright rejecting them so her sugar coating often came across as a signal to try harder. He just wished he could make it clear to them she was taken. Of course, she wasn’t his (yet).

Once Luke was sure he was out of earshot, he brought the topic up again. “He likes you.”

“No he doesn’t,” she immediately dismissed.

“Yes he does, and you trying to make him feel better about rejecting him doesn’t make it any better.”

“I didn’t reject him, you did.”

“Because I know you don’t like him.”

“Who says I don’t like him?” she shrugged.

Luke’s heart stopped. He had been playing defense so well for so long now that it hadn’t even occurred to him that she could like someone else. “What?”

She just shrugged again. “Who’s to say I don’t like him? You chased him away before I could get a word in.”

“D-do you like him?” Luke’s heart was pounding in his chest.

“No, but I’m just saying-”

“Gods, Y/N!” Luke interrupted in relief. “Don’t scare me like that.”

A satisfied look crossed over her face. “Why is that scary?”

He sent her a playful glare. “You know.”

“Tell me,” she pressed.

Is it cool that I said all that? / Is it chill that you're in my head?

Luke’s heart was pounding in his chest. She had basically already confirmed she was into him but the fear still lingered in his chest. He just had to say the words and he’d have his fantasy. She’d be his.

“I like you, Y/N. I have for a long time. I was just always scared you’d… I don’t know, reject me. Or think I was being stupid. But I like you.” Luke looked at her nervously, unsure of what she’d say. His heart was still pounding even when she leaned over and kissed him. As she tried to pull away for air, Luke’s hands found their way to her face, keeping her close. “I’m not done yet,” he mumbled against her lips, eliciting a giggle.

Long night with your hands up in my hair / Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs

That night Luke really didn’t want to leave her but Y/N wasn’t willing to break the rules just yet. He had spent the entire walk back to the cabins trying to convince her to sneak into the Hermes cabin. “Please, I swear no one will snitch on you.”

She laughed, intertwining her fingers into his. “Well what about my siblings when they see I’m not in bed? What will the children think?” By now they reached Cabin 7.

“The children can think whatever they want,” Luke smiled, pressing a kiss to her lips. It was late but several campers were still awake. Word of the couple would spread like wildfire and by the morning, even Chiron would know about the new couple.

But spending every night separately wouldn’t last for long. Y/N normally spent the evenings in the Hermes cabin where they had somehow managed to smuggle many forbidden things in. Like video games and junk food. And every night when the conch blew, signaling that curfew was soon, Luke begged her to stay. “Come on, no one will tell. Will you?” he asked his siblings.

That received a resounding “No!” swearing they’d keep our secret. She looked around the room, her resolve crumbling after weeks of this. “Fine,” she agreed. So many cheers erupted you’d think she just agreed to marry him. “But!” she waited for them to quiet down, “I’m still a counselor and I have to make sure everyone else is in bed.” Luke pouted but let her go nonetheless, promising to drag her back to Cabin 11 if she didn’t come back.

So after putting all the younger kids to bed, Y/N snuck back to Cabin 11. She found it dark but made her way to Luke’s bed. As she reached it, Luke could recognize the outline of her created by the moonlight. “Finally, I was just about to come break down your door.”

“Ha ha,” she laughed sarcastically. “Scoot over,” Luke obliged, sliding against the wall to create room. She slipped under the covers, settling against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, embracing her tightly, his face buried in her hair.

“‘M glad you’re staying,” he mumbled. “Feel like it’s easier to fall asleep when you’re with me.” He didn’t say it out loud but he liked having the assurance that she was safe in his arms as they slept.

“Me too,” she mused, her eyes already closed. “But I’ll say you kidnapped me if we get caught.”

“Okay,” Luke chucked. “You can blame me.”

My reputation's never been worse, so / You must like me for me

But those nights were gone now. Luke made his choice but so did she.

“Isn’t it messed up how the gods neglect their kids?” Luke asked as casually as possible, staring out at sea, his fingers tracing the dock.

“Yeah,” she mused. “Can you imagine being an omnipotent, immortal being but you can’t even take the time to tell your kid they belong to you? I mean, Apollo’s been pretty good about it but the others…?”

The pressure in Luke’s chest lessened as she more or less agreed with him. “Or how they treat us as disposable puppets? Like pawns?” He watched her face carefully as she considered it.

“What do you mean?”

Here we go. Luke began chipping at any remaining loyalty she had to the gods. “Well think about it. Thalia? Her godly parents could have saved her. Every demigod who died? Their parent could have saved them. My quest was a joke. All Hermes wanted me to do was repeat one of Heracles’ labors.”

She looked deep in thought. “I guess but why are you asking me about this?”

He took a deep breath before lacing his fingers in hers. “I’ve been uh… talking to someone.” She didn’t say anything but her furrowed brow urged him to continue. “I’ve been told that things don’t have to be the way they are. We don’t have to wait around until we’re killed. The Titan Lord could restore-”

“Shut up right now!” her frightened voice cut him off. She pulled her legs out of the water, shifting her sitting position to face him directly. “Luke! What- how- why are you doing this? So what if you can’t rely on the gods? You certainly can’t trust Kronos anymore.”

He gently grasped her hands. “Y/N, he promised every demigod that joins him immortality and safety. We wouldn’t have to cower in a summer camp with children who most likely won’t make it to their 18th birthdays. Please, come with me.”

She shook her head. “I can’t.” That broke his heart. “Luke, I love you. I really do. But I can’t let you go down this path.”

Through his internal struggle with Kronos, Luke could see Y/N staring at him, pain in her eyes. He gripped Annabeth’s knife tightly, saying a silent goodbye to everyone he loved and a curse to Kronos. “I love you,” he tried to say to her but it came out strained. The blade sunk into his only vulnerable spot under his arm—his Achilles heel.

“No!” he heard her yell. But he was already on the ground, beginning to lose consciousness at the fatal blow. But Y/N was kneeling over him, tears leaving tracks on her dirty face. “No, no, no,” she mumbled. “Why, Luke?” she practically screamed in frustration.

He reached up, wiping her tears and some dirt from her face. “Do you still love me? After everything I did?”

“Of course I love you!” she cried. “I never stopped.”

Despite the pain, he was smiling. “I love you too. I’ll see you in Elysium.”

She nodded, trying to smile too but the sobs were clawing their way of her throat. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Not too soon,” he insisted. “I love you, Y/N.”

Masterlist

[wof-pride]

So, hypo dragonets... hmmm. Maybe Clearsight X Whiteout or Peril X Sunny (or Glory)?

Honestly, I would just love to see rare pairs get hypo dragonets.

angsty teen and their puppy of a little brother

[thewritetofreespeech]

What the Future Holds

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Aemond & the Greens have returned victorious, but at what cost? [before all this: X XX XXXX]

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"Aemond, tell me true. Did you do this to Aegon on purpose?"

Aemond stared at you for a long moment. Seeming to debate lying, but you knew he would never truly lie to you. "...not entirely on purpose..."

"Oh Gods Aemond...." You felt the air sift out of your lungs. Thinking back to Aegon's burnt, mangled body in the bed. The maesters not confident in his recovery to the point that they had all but stepped aside to let the septons have him. You needed to sit down.

Aemond rushed to your side, kneeling in front of your seat, his hands on your knees. "You have to believe me. This wasn't my intention at the start."

"Aemond..." He was getting perilously close to his first lie ever towards you.

"I was being careful, like you told me." You scoff ruefully at his explanation. It sounded a lot like blaming. "But Rhaenys and Aegon were..." He paused then. Seeming to think back on that moment and he did not look happy on it. "I did what I had to. Aegon got caught in the crossfire."

"Literally?" You don't mean to be glib but Nine Hells this was a lot to process.

Aemond's expression looked worried. Fretful. He took your hands in his and held them tight. As if scared you would run away if he didn't hold them. "With Meleys and Rhaenys gone, the Blacks have lost one of their dragons and decidedly best council. Rhaenyra is not educated in war. Daemon is as brash and impulsive as my brother. They will never recover from this. Aegon was...a necessary sacrifice for the greater good."

"Aemond, this isn't like you push him off a bridge or cut his arm off in a duel. You set him on fire!"

"If he can't stand a little dragon fire, then he's no true Targaryen." He reasoned. Sitting back on his heels but still focused on you. "Don't you see? With Aegon out of the way we can end this war and be done with it. No more loss. No more bloodshed."

"No more King?"

You knew Aemond was being honest with you, but you also weren't stupid enough in love to not realize his intentions weren't all pure. "You said it yourself. We must think of the line. Of our future." He grasped your hand again, only this time one for one. Your binding hands. "Mine and yours."

You take a deep breath and look around. Trying to make sense of this, but Aemond rose up on his knees to take your face in his other hand and focus on him. "Westeros deserves a king who will lead it to glory. Who will appreciate it. Not a man, a child, who has squandered everything in his life. Who didn't even want it. And Westeros deserves a Queen who will guide them. Not a meek eyed doe like my sister. Not a zealot like my mother. You. Together we can make this kingdom better. Because we will be better. The Gods may not have chosen us first, but we are the right choice." Every word from Aemond rouses your heart. You knew of his passion, but who knew he was such a wonderful orator. "Tell me you feel the same. Tell me you believe in this."

You look upon Aemond and think on his words. "I'm not going to help you kill Aegon."

He sat back down on his heels and frowned at you. "I wouldn't ask you to."

"But I won't stand in your way." You finish.

If he dies, you will accept it. If he lives, Aemond would have to accept that too. This was the coin toss the Gods had offered all of you.

The prince thought on your answer, then nodded. It was the best you could offer and the best he could hope for. "Alright." He rose back up again, tentatively this time, and wrapped his arms around you. "You believe me, right? You do not hate me, do you?"

"Never." You might not agree with what Aemond was doing, but you could never hate him. It was done now anyway. "Promise me you will remain careful though."

"I will try." He had promised you that before, and here you were.

You held Aemond close, and he clung to you. You want to believe that this was all a mistake. An accident of zealousness born from wanting this war over and peace to come to the land. A necessary sacrifice, as Aemond had said. There was no denying he was right. The Blacks would never recover from a blow so hard, but what of the Greens?

There is a nagging feeling in your chest, however, that for the first time Aemond was lying to you. Or perhaps he was also lying to himself.

There was still much uncertainty on what the future holds for the two of you, but all you knew was that you held your future right here. With Aemond in your arms. Even if you didn't agree with his motives.

[atleastpleasetelephone]

Elvis caught reading readers smut books and getting all flustered and embarrassed because he likes them

A/N: Okay so this was also really fun, I made it a sequel to talk dirty to me. Everyone loves blushy Elvis, so here he is in all his glory.

This is the story

Pairing: Elvis x reader

Word count: 1.9K

TWs: Dirty talk, panty abuse (lol), smut.

Whenever he wants to get away from his life, Elvis runs away to your apartment. The guys know where he is, sometimes they even drop him off there and pick him up again, but it still seems like an escape. He loves the way you’ve decorated the place - it’s so different from anything he would do but somehow he still feels at home there. It’s cosy and warm and covered in throws and cushions and rugs, and the walls are lined with row upon row of books. More often than not, he arrives at your apartment before you’re home from work and curls up on the sofa with something from one of your shelves. He’s even learned to make his own hot chocolate, and this November he’s spent many evenings reading and drinking cocoa, a blanket around him and soft music playing on the turntable. This must be how it feels to live a normal life, he thinks. 

Today is the third day in a row he’s gone through this little ritual, and he sighs contentedly as he settles into his favourite armchair with a big mug of hot chocolate and a John Wyndam novel. There’s not as much of it left as he thought though, and it comes to an end before he’s got even half way through his drink. Kicking off the blanket, he gets up and pads over to where he thinks he’d got it from, trying to make space on the shelf. There’s a gap, but it’s not quite big enough. He tries jamming the book in, but that doesn’t work, so he moves along the shelf, pulling books out and then looking for gaps on other shelves. Eventually he ends up on a shelf he’s never even looked at before, and as he fiddles and pushes, something catches his eye. 

Jane’s initiation is the title on the spine. He pulls the book out and almost drops it on the floor, catching it at the last minute. The cover has a woman kneeling in her underwear next to a completely naked man. Elvis blushes right up to his ears. Obviously he’s seen skin flicks and magazines, and he’s fucked plenty of girls. But something about this… novel… in his girlfriend’s apartment… well it makes him feel like a naughty little boy finding something he shouldn’t. He thinks about putting it back, but the urge to know what’s inside is stronger than the fear of being found. I’ll just read a few pages, he thinks, taking it back to the armchair. He sits down and opens it, taking a sip of his drink. 

***

Idly wondering if Elvis will be in your apartment when you open the door, you fish about in your handbag for your keys. It’s been nice having him here for the past few days, it’s like you’re in a real relationship with a normal man for a change. Well, he’s not normal. But it’s not like dating Elvis Presley, that’s for sure. And you like someone being home when you get there, someone to kiss you hello and ask how your day was. Pushing the key into the lock, you turn it and make your way inside. Still thinking about how much you like having him here, it doesn’t occur to you to call out as you kick off your shoes and walk almost silently through to the living room. He looks completely absorbed in whatever he’s reading, and you smile at him looking so domesticated with his own mug and everything. 

“Hi El,” you say, sweetly. 

Elvis actually jumps out of his skin, throwing the book in the air before clumsily catching it and trying to put it face down on the table next to him. That’s when he realises the back looks even worse than the front, so he pulls another book from the shelf behind him and puts that on top, pulling so hard he dislodges another three onto the floor. 

“Ah! Shit. Sorry, honey.” He gets up, tangled in his blanket for a moment and looking perilously like he’s about to fall, before righting himself and scooping you up into his arms. “Hi there,” he says, trying to pretend that nothing had just happened, as he kisses you tenderly. 

You giggle at the whole situation, wondering what exactly he’d been reading that had got him in such a state. “You okay?”

He hums and nods. “Better now you’re here.”

That makes you really smile, and for a few minutes you forget all about whatever he was reading and concentrate on getting to know the inside of his mouth intimately with your tongue. Pulling back with a satisfied sigh, you catch sight of the books on the floor and remember again. 

“What’ve you been reading?”

You try to move past him to look, but he keeps hold of you. “N-nothin’.”

“Nothing? You were so into whatever it was you didn’t even hear me come in!” 

You try to wriggle out of his grasp to get to it but he holds you in place. “Ah… uh… that. Yeah. Jus’ a book about football.”

“Elvis, I don’t own any books about football.”

“I, uh, brought it with me.”

You fix him with a determined look. “Stop making things up. Let me see what it is.”

“No.”

“No?”

“N-no.” He looks like a little boy now, shameful, his cheeks aflame as he looks away from you. 

“Come on,” you say, gently, stroking his face. “They’re all my books. It can’t be that bad.”

It doesn’t dawn on you what it could be until he finally gives up, letting you go, and you walk over to the table. You move the book stacked on top and see what’s underneath. 

“Elvis!” You squeak, a little embarrassed. Then you turn to look at him and realise he’s in an even worse state. 

“I-I-I jus’ f-found it an’...an’... I-I-I…”

Your eyes go wide. “Did you like it? You liked it!”

“N-no. Honey… no… I uh… no…”

Giggling, you move in front of him, holding the book, and wave it at him. “Yeah you did. How far did you get? Which bit did you like the best? Did you…” you look down, suddenly thinking of something. “Are you…?”

His hands go over his crotch and he staggers backwards, shaking his head. “No, honey. I’m not…” the backs of his legs collide with the armchair and send him flying into it, stopping his sentence in its tracks. You jump onto his lap, straddling him, not caring that your skirt has ridden up so far your panties are visible. 

“Yes you are,” you tease, pressing your forehead against his. “It’s all those dirty words. They’ve got you hot and bothered.”

His hands go to your hips as you grind against him, making him cry out. Okay, so he had got pretty hard reading that book. Pictures in magazines were one thing, but the words were what really got his motor running. 

“Alright. Ya got me bang to rights. I read it an’ I liked it.” He still won’t meet your eye, but at least he’s not stuttering now. And there’s no way he could really get that much redder. 

You bite your lip. “Oooh. You wanna read some more? Should we read it together?”

He shakes his head, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling on it. “You read it to me.”

You giggle. “How about I just make it up?” Without waiting for a response, you reach between your bodies to undo his pants. “She unzipped his pants and pulled out his giant, twitching member.” You burst into peals of laughter, so infectious that Elvis is laughing too, holding on to you for dear life as his chest heaves with amusement. 

“It’s uh, big, honey, but it’s not giant. That jus’ sounds unnatural.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll be serious,” you tell him, gently easing his dick out of his pants and starting to stroke it. “Reading that book got you all excited, didn’t it?” You press him against the outside of your panties and he groans. 

“Yeah honey, it did.”

“It made me excited too,” you tell him, your voice low and quiet. “I used to read it and touch myself.”

“Mmm, yes honey,” he mumbles, nibbling your earlobe. “Love it when ya talk ta me like this.”

“Reading it got me all wet, I’d pull up my skirt and my panties would be see-through.”

The nibbling turns to a bite as he growls at your words, and you yelp in pain. “Ow! Elvis!”

He looks at you sheepishly. “Sorry, honey. But ya gotta know the effect yer havin’ on me…”

You’re still stroking him against your panties, they’re getting pretty see-through right now too, and you’re getting pretty excited. 

“I can see the effect I’m having…” you tell him, cheekily squeezing him, “and feel it too. No need to bite my ear off.”

He nuzzles your neck and starts to kiss you there and then on your ear, mumbling his apologies as he urges you to keep going. You pant at the feeling, and the growing pleasure between your legs. 

“Don’t think I can, El…”

He catches your meaning after a few seconds and starts to rub your clit himself through your panties with his fingers. Holding onto his shoulder for balance, you moan softly as he brings you to your peak, sighing against him as he gently coaxes you through it. His lips find your ear again and he asks you to take your panties off. When you do and hold them out to him he wraps his hand around yours and then puts it back around his dick. Your eyes go wide for a moment, as you slide the panties up and down against him. 

“You like the feeling of my panties on your dick?”

He nods silently, eyes not quite meeting yours as he flushes a deep red again. The glow of your orgasm makes you even more full of love for him than usual, and you start to pepper his face with kisses as you carry on stroking him. 

“God I love touching you,” you find yourself saying, because it’s true. You love pleasuring him and kissing him and holding him. Right now, you couldn’t be happier, sitting in his lap getting him off. 

He whines. “I love it too. An’... love touchin’ ya honey. Love the feel of ya.”

You start to kiss him passionately as your hand speeds up, tongues tangling as you both moan. He pulls away and his head flops back against the chair, so close to release but not quite there yet. 

“You gonna cum all over my panties, Daddy?”

It’s like over the past few weeks you’ve been collecting all of the things you can say that are most likely to drive him crazy, because that sentence makes him groan so loudly you’re sure the neighbours will complain again. They’ve complained a few times lately, and you’re starting to wonder if you need to get him to pay for soundproofing, or buy a gag. 

“Yes… fuck… ohmygod.” 

You keep stroking him as he cums, hard and long and all over your hand and the panties. 

“Shit. Fuck,” he mumbles, pulling you against him so he can press his forehead to yours again. “Nasty mouth on ya,” he mumbles, kissing you.

“The kind of nasty mouth you want though, right?”

“God yes. Never stop.”

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[edgeray]

Custody Battle with a Dragon

(Arlecchino x GN! Reader)

A/N - Hi 🏹 anon! Accidentally deleted your ask when I did dragon! Arle part 3😅. Uhh… mbad. Reader just kidnapping three random human children is so funny to me, I will never not find this funny. Anyways, just wanted to say the only reason why I’m fulfilling both parts of this ask is because I already have to work on part 3. If I get an ask giving me more than 1 prompt, I will choose only 1 prompt to do. If you want me to do more, feel free to request from me, but with school starting soon, I probably won’t be able to get to many requests until I get used to the first semester.  By the way, since I’m lazy and don’t want to think of more/different worldbuilding, this will be like an alternative universe of my ‘dragon hunter mother' series and it will just be a role reversal. the lore with the hoth though is different from the series, i have a completely different backstory for arle and the hoth hehe. Sorry, this is really awkward and I didn't know how to not write it awkwardly since the reader decides to adopt them just impulsively and I doubt arlecchino would be happy about it. Naturally, they would clash but I tried to get them to get along. Not my best work... :( Content warnings / info - in arle's pov majority of the time, reader is referred as 'it' a few times, 1.6k words

Arlecchino likes to consider herself a successful and (justifiably) proud dragon hunter, among the best for the Tsaritsa. Dragon hunting has been in her veins since she was born into a well-known generation of dragon hunters. She's been trained and has performed the best out of her class in the kingdom’s most renowned dragon hunting academy, the House of the Hearth. Now, as the new head of the House of the Hearth, as ‘Father,’ she's able to change some things. 

For how rigorous and demanding the old House of the Hearth, underneath Crucabena (that despicable woman), it was also quite the precarious and perilous, though that was to be expected with what came with dragon hunting in general. It was easy to get into the House of the Hearth if you had enough money, and by then, you had basically paid for an early grave. Arlecchino remembers that the majority of her peers died, one way or another, before graduating. Families that were wealthy enough and had enough children were happy to enroll some of their children as an investment; being a dragon hunter paid immensely well given that they were paid by the kingdom themselves. 

Now, the classes were fewer due to the rigor requirements. Arlecchino has no need for people that want the job just for the money or to roleplay–with that mindset, they'll get themselves killed. For those seeking glory with none of the gore, for wealth without wear, dragon hunting is far on the list for what Arlecchino would recommend. It is daunting and never safe or relaxing. For this reason, the House of the Hearth takes very few individuals, often strays that she deems worthy and resilient enough for the task. A year is all it takes for her to train the small batch into formidable dragon hunters, about three times more valuable and efficient than the average hunter. 

This year's batch is particularly small, but that does make for more personalized lessons and unique opportunities. It's much easier to allow three children to accompany you on a dragon hunting mission than it is ten. 

Today is one of those days for the children to witness how a real dragon hunter deals with a dragon. Most hunters work in a group to hunt a singular dragon, though the best can do it alone. Today's dragon has been reported to have been killing some livestock occasionally–a few chickens here or there. At the very least, the dragon hasn't destroyed any other property besides the chicken pens, nor has there been any assaults on the people but the kill order is set in stone. Pity has no place among this job, but it is a shame to have to kill an innocuous dragon. 

“Children, maintain a good distance as we have always done. This dragon has been reported to be a two-paired dragon, so be cautious. I trust that you three will be able to handle yourselves during your observing?”

Lyney, the leader out of the three, nods. “Of course, Father.” 

The order should have been simple. It is. A two-paired-winged dragon is usually of little difficulty for Arlecchino, even with how volatile dragons are. Baiting them with fire as well as a large portion of fish is enough to draw the dragon out without waiting for it. With the help of the children, the preparations were done quickly, and all there is left to do is to ignite the fire and wait. 

Except, Arlecchino waits for quite some time. In fact, an hour has passed, and there are no signs of a dragon. Perhaps the villagers were mistaken on the dragon's whereabouts, though instances like these are rare. Nonetheless, it seems like that case, and the dragon hunter heads towards where she last left the trio. As she does, she hears a muffled outburst, recognizing it as Freminet’s, and rushes towards the direction.

Did the dragon target her children on the assumption that they were food? Did she make a mistake, bringing them here? Are their deaths on her hands once more, innocent lives lost because of her again? Her thoughts press her on as she increases her pace, fueled by fury and anxiety for her children. With each child she takes under her wing, with each soul she gently guides, with each hand she teaches how to wield a blade, a bit of her heart has parted and latched onto them. With the three, they are no different, except they are.

Lyney, the ever natural-born leader with a persistence like no other. Lynette, with a placid and rational demeanor to balance her brother's personality and fiercely loyal. Freminet, although timid, holds more potential and skill than he credits himself, and his kindness never fails to shine through even in his conscious actions. These three are endearing, as she has found all children she's taught in such a way before, but perhaps it is these children whom she'd like to call her own finally.

Drawing her sword once she spots the familiar silhouette of a giant, scaly beast, she approaches, only to halt as she takes in the sight. 

A sleeping dragon lays on their stomach in the middle of the forest, curled around Arlecchino's children, their tail hugging the children to the body. Instead of the two-paired-winged dragon that the villagers said, it instead has three-paired wings. That makes the dragon twice as dangerous. 

Against the dragon, Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet sit against the dragon's back. Once they spot the dragon hunter, they noticeably perk up.

Why the dragon is like this, the hunter is not sure, but she knows that it has taken her children. 

“Father!” They simultaneously cry for her. The dragon’s head lifts as they're awakened and turns their head towards the dragon hunter, snarling. They whip their tail upon the grass, and they stand on their legs.  

“Are you hurt in any way?” Arlecchino inquires as she prepares to lunge at the dragon. 

“Wait, Father, don't kill it!” Lyney states as he ducks underneath the dragon's tail, escaping from its vicinity quite easily. “It hasn't hurt us!”

“No? Then why did it take you three?” Arlecchino questions, her blade still pointed at the creature. Their slitted eyes glare at the swordswoman in response, also tensing for an assault. It spun its body the other way, this time standing in between Arlecchino and Lyney, and Lynette and Freminet. They maneuver their head to be beside Lyney, using their head to almost shield him from the hunter. 

“I don't know, but… it–they clearly have no intentions of hurting us. See?” Lyney hesitantly reaches out, running his hand on the underside of the dragon's mouth, and the dragon coos from the action, before opening their mouth to lick his hand. 

“I think…” Freminet states outloud, though his appearance is obstructed from Arlecchino’s view thanks to the dragon. “That we're their young. They have been offering us fish, and they're doing this right now.” 

Arlecchino contemplates the situation. The dragon had essentially adopted her children as their own, perhaps even imprinting them already, claiming them as their own. Trying to take the children away would not do any good, especially if it feels threatened, there is no saying what it would do to the nearby surroundings when enraged. But the dragon has been hostile, and given the children's defense for it… it seems that it is rather docile. The hunter narrows her eyes on the dragon, sending a nonverbal warning before sheathing her blade. The dragon relaxes. 

“Even though you three remain unharmed, you still are my children, and under my care. I cannot simply give them away to you,” Arlecchino addresses the dragon, placing a hand on Lyney's shoulder. “Do you not have any young yourself? Why take human children?” 

The creature growls, before shifting away from Lyney. Abruptly, the dragon's form is outlined with a blinding light, and when the light dies down, you stand in place of the beast. The three children gap at you, but Arlecchino remains unfazed, already aware that you have a human form. 

“I cannot bear any children without any mate,” you gruff, your tail flicking behind you in an agitated way. “Why can't I keep human children? They look so small. I can feed them better.” 

Arlecchino steps closer, her eyebrows furrowed slightly in vexation. “My children's diets are fine, and they are not in need of more.” 

“The little ones are tiny even for just hatchlings. You cannot feed your young better?” 

Never did Arlecchino think she’d have to fight a custody battle with a dragon. Should she kill you? No, the children have already rejected it. Though, she cannot deny that you are much more appealing now that you are in a human form…

“Children, what do you think of this?” Arlecchino questions, and all three, expectedly, hesitates. None of them could ever expect a predicament like this, and not surprisingly, a definite answer is hard to come from them.

“I will come with you,” you suddenly suggest, eyes gleaming with determination. “And you will feed me and not harm me. In turn, I will protect and parent the little ones, and I will not destroy another human’s building. Is that enough for you, dragon hunter?” 

“You will do that for human children you just met?” 

“I’ve been wanting children for over a decade. If they come in the form of another species, then so be it,” you assert, and your stubbornness only makes Arlecchino sigh. This is a headache. Though, it was nearly winsome of how protective you are over them, and Arlecchino can do nothing but surrender.

Arlecchino, proud dragon hunter, ‘Father’ to three, and now sharing custody with a dragon. 

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

My personal rating on how much I like “canon” protag WoF ships with short or little explanation for them (within the Arc’s they’re in).

Arc 1:

Tsunami x Riptide - I kinda like it. A bit over-hated tbh. Maybe “boring” to some people, but Riptide sweet, caring and “bland” personality really contrasts with Tsunami’s vibrant, feisty and stubborn personality, which is quite neat to me tbh.

Starflight x Fatespeaker - Not really into it. It’s alright though I guess. I feel like Starflight needed to move on from his feelings for Sunny (without her advising him to move on with Fatespeaker RIGHT AFTER rejecting him) and Fatespeaker gaining healthier bonds with other dragons that care and respect her (other than Starflight (and Sunny)) before they ever get together.

Peril x Clay - No thanks. I don’t like it They’re better as friends and I think that Peril needs to move on from for obsessive and co-dependent feelings towards Clay more. Also Clay doesn’t seem like the type of dragon to have a lover- only family and friends.

Glory x Deathbringer - not sure how to throughly explain in a short way but I dislike it for a couple bunch of reasons. Not that good of a ship tbh.

Sunny x Starflight - Nope. Sunny views Starflight as a brother, and they’re been raised together for the entirety of their lives, so they can count as adopted siblings.

Arc 2:

Moon x Qibli - I really like them. Poorly executed in canon unfortunately, but the potential of them being an interesting and good ship compels me to them.

Winter x Qibli - I’m not that into them tbh. I feel like Winter needs to work on himself before getting in a committing relationship with someone. Also I dislike how the fandom writes their ship, it waters down their character dynamics with each other that can be potentially be interesting and quite neat.

Turtle x Kinkajou - I don’t really like it. The love spell is just…yeah. Not into that. Also Kinkajou’s feelings for Turtle are MUCH different compared to Turtle’s feelings for her so that’s an additional plus for making the ship feeling off-putting. They’re better off as friends (or possibly maybe even in a Queerplatonic relationship together).

Peril x Clay - already explained it.

Moon x Winter - Not a fan tbh. I don’t remember much of Moon and Winter interactions after Moon Rising, but a couple bunch of them weren’t that great tbh. Also what I mentioned about Winter in the Qinter section.

Arc 3 (ships are much better here):

Blue x Cricket - I like them! They’re cute together :). I liked that they both are shown to have romantic feelings for each other within both of their PoVs, instead of one character liking the other and not know if the other character likes them back or not for an extended period of time. That just felt…refreshing and new to me for some reason.

Sundew x Willow - Cute ship. They’re nice. They obviously contrast with each other neatly and are good canon lesbian rep. especially with Sundew being the main protag. I also like that when Belladonna maybe noticed Sundew liking Willow, instead of worrying she was like: “Fuck you mom, this is who I am and this is who I love, whether you like it or not. Deal with it.” I don’t 100% really know why, I just do lol.

Swordtail x Luna - Cute ship, they’re nice. I like that Luna informs Swordtail about the injustice and how racist the society they lived in is and that Swordtail fiercely defends her. Chaotic couple working against the oppression of the world they’re in.

Snowfall x Lynx (Tui. said she would be a better partner for Snowfall than Sky) - Cute ship, I can see it :). just personally would like it better of they’re both AroAce and in a Queerplatonic relationship with each other instead.

Snowfall x Sky (Tui said that Snowfall has some chemistry with Sky) - No thanks. I don’t see it :/

Legends:

Indigo x Fathom - One of the more well-written ships tbh. I’m chill with it. The only problem I have with it is that Indigo’s PoV of liking Fathom isn’t seen that much with Parts 2 or 3, so I didn’t get attached to the ship for that reason.

Darkstalker x Clearsight - I don’t like them. Abusive relationship. BUT they’re interesting in an unhealthy and toxic way that feels tragic, which is what makes them neat and interesting. NOT in a good wholesome “I want them to be together!” way.

Leaf x Ivy - I’m not into it. One of the most rushed PoV ships in my opinion tbh. They’re better off as friends.

Wren x Undauntable - No. NOOOOOO!!! I’m sorry, but out of all of the ships out there (except Sunny x Starflight), this one makes my stomach twist in pure utter cringe and ✨eugh✨. If they ever did got together, Undauntable would have to go through IMMENSE amount of character development. Also I don’t see Wren getting with him. Ever.

Winglets:

Six-Claws x Kindle - We only see them when they meet, nothing else really. I like them compared to other ships in the Winglets though for reasons I’ll never know.

2. Snowflake x Snowfox - I like it and I’m -chill- with it. When lesbianism makes them worser (affectionate) and the best duo ever. Two unhappy dragons teaming up together for what they want while ruining another’s relationship in the process.

3. Fierceteeth x Strongwings - They’re alright. I’m not into them though. I don’t have strong opinions on them.

4. Foeslayer x Arctic - I don’t like it, but I’ll admit it does really SLAP, (and like it in) an unhealthy way. Two young dragons with awful toxic parents finding the only happy bond with other another and then IMMEDIATELY deciding to run away and be in a fully committing relationship together. However, they learned that their life is and themselves aren’t compatible together, yet still stay together because they love each other and are enforced to (have children) by the NightWing kingdom. They’re toxic and downright bad for together yet are gravely connected to each other. Their toxic relationship is shown in a more realistic light - and not completely black and white.

Anyways, these are my personal opinions on WoF ships. Sorry they aren’t the greatest opinions.

You disagree with me, then I do understand that tbh. I’ll do my to respect your ship opinions, and I hope you’ll do my best to respect mine.

Thank you reading this and I hope y’all have a good day/night!!!

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[scrollwyrm]

This is not a ship I shipped. Let me pick it and put it in my basket of beautiful crack ships that are actually great if you’re like me and spend 14 hours explaining the headcanons! (NOT MY ART!)

"Would a monster have to be rescued? Would a monster have to be saved? You weren't born a monster, Peril. You were born a weak and feeble dragonet like everyone else. You chose to be someone strong, just like me."

gloril propaganda. i like thinking about them. realizing that i do have a social media i can post the stuff i make on. hi.

[thyras]

→ his dark queen masterlist

PAIRING → halbrand (sauron) x f!númenórean!reader

WARNINGS → 18+ mdni - pining, manipulation, obsessions, stalking, secrets, slow burn, eventual smut

SUMMARY → in which you find that you are in the crosshairs of a certain southlander, but you feel that there is more than meets the eye with him

In the dawning days of Númenor, when the Sea-lords held sway over the oceans and the stars above cast their unyielding gaze upon mortal realms, there came whispers of an ancient kinship renewed. Far from the thrones of Valinor and veiled in mortal guise, a Maia of renown yet secrecy wove shadows upon the hearts of the people. Known to some as Halbrand, he wandered as one cast adrift, bound not by mortal laws but by a purpose shrouded and perilous. Darker than the deeps that girdled the earth was the shadow that clung to him, though he wore it as if a mantle, concealing his intent from the watchful eyes of the Eldar and the proud kings of Númenor.

Yet the hand of fate weaves no simple pattern, and thus it was that he crossed paths with one of Númenor’s maidens. Though she wore the visage of a lady of mortal birth, her blood bore the unseen heritage of the Valar, hidden and strange. Her heart, untouched by the darkness of ages, carried both innocence and sorrow, woven with the strange yearnings of an ancient sea-born destiny. She was one who bore the light of Elentári within her, though she knew it not, and yet her heart was drawn to shadow even as flame calls to ember.

Thus, in secret and in longing, began the tale that would wend its way through Númenor’s darkened courts and the fading shores of Middle-earth, for their fates were bound as water to fire. And neither mortal nor immortal could foresee what doom or glory their union would bring forth, or how, in the halls of shadow and flame, a bond forged in silence might endure even unto the breaking of the world.

. . . p a r t s

an offer → you offer lord halbrand something but come out even more confused by the enigma that he is. your shadow → the dark lord begins his quest to turn you to the darkness, he uses every tactic he can think of but for some reason the darkness doesn’t consume you like the others. a gift → reader has a meeting with Queen Míriel, Galadriel, and Halbrand about the future of the Southlands, and reader is bestowed a fine gift.

[angelicutz]

Me then: NO I CANT SHIP NON CANON SHIPS IN WOF!! ITS ILLEGAL AND HURTS!!! I REFUSE TO!!!!!!!!!! THEY CANT ALL BE GAY ITS NOT-

Me now: wait a sec mom, im writing a Qibli x Winter fanfic, maybe i should sprinkle some Peril x Sunny here and there.... Umber is a gay aroace in my head soooo, Umber is in a queer platonic relationship with Turtle, fuck it, Moon is now engaged to Kinkajou, Flame is gay in denail..........OH OH, Tamarin and Anemone but make it Toxic Yuri, Starflight and Fatespeaker are making out in the hallways... Uhhhhhhhhhhh, Deathbringer is a dick he dosent deserve Glory so he's in rejection denial and Glory is a transfem aroace, We need a bit more straightness or people will call me heterophobic