#he's just such a smug soft abyssal dragon

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I don't know who brought out the idea of FL as a dragon. I love it!

ME TOO i'm using this as an excuse to ramble more about Foul Legacy dragon

listen, you're the most precious treasure in his hoard. that's just a rule. a dragon's beloved is always their most protected and cherished thing, and you're no different- in fact, perhaps you're even more so, since Foul Legacy has spent countless years alone. he's finally found the one he holds dear above all else, you can't really blame him. sometimes he just decides that he wants you close, nosing up against your back and taking the collar of your shirt between his teeth to carry you away, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. he settles you between his claws, head resting on your shoulder and letting out a soft huff filled with stars and deep affection as his tail wraps securely around your legs and flops over into your lap, almost begging for scritches

he's also, admittedly, a little protective of you, especially around other dragons. namely Zhongli, it's mostly around Zhongli. Legacy has learned to mostly suppress the urge to growl and ruffle his fur when in his human form, but even then he- Ajax- stares eerily at him, pupils thinning into slits. it only lasts until Zhongli finally backs away with a hasty goodbye, disappearing into the crowd, and Foul Legacy is so proud of himself as he hugs you tight. slowly you coax him and Zhongli into getting along- though they'll NEVER be seen in their dragon forms together- until they can sit in the same room together without any issues, Zhongli drinking peacefully from his teacup. although, Ajax does still stare at him from time to time, and when you ask why, he merely laughs and says he's hungry

[teine-mallaichte]

This... this started with a prompt, but it moved so far away from the vaguely angsty, survival situation SO FAST that I don't think it fits the prompt anymore 😂 but it was fun to write regardless. And seeing as I seem to have made Adrian be the most irritating man in all of Thedas it only feels fitting that Fenris gets to tease him for once. So a bit more post DA2 FenHawke for @dadrunkwriting

"Well, this is just perfect," Adrian muttered under his breath, raking a hand through his brown hair in frustration. "Lost in some cave full of rocks, dust, and probably a few nasty surprises lurking around. Just what I needed."

The air was damp and thick, the smell of earth and decay pressing in from all sides. His torch barely held off the surrounding darkness, casting flickering shadows that seemed to move with a mind of their own. It was unnervingly quiet, and for a moment, Adrian thought he could hear his own heartbeat echoing in the stillness.

"Is this what dying feels like? Because I swear, the suspense is getting old," he grumbled, his voice bouncing off the stone walls, swallowed up almost immediately by the hollow space. Turning to look behind him, the narrow tunnel he'd come from had vanished entirely, swallowed by the blackness. The caves had a way of distorting things - nothing seemed to stay in place for long. He hadn't meant to get lost.

With a resigned sigh, he continued forward, his steps echoing around him, "Alright. Let's make a game of it: Find the exit, try not to get eaten by anything, and then get back to the ship for some rum. At least I can do that."

A soft voice interrupted his rant, "Ate you planning on narrating this entire experience?"

Adrian’s lips twitched into a half-smile he knew Fenris couldn't stay quiet forever. He'd just need to irritate him enough to get him to speak, "Of course I am," he answered, his tone breezy despite the discomfort creeping under his skin. "How else would you keep track of me in the dark?"

Fenris' voice came again, flat and matter-of-fact, like he was stating a simple fact. "Elves can see in the dark."

Adrian stopped dead in his tracks, his heart skipping a beat as he whipped around, eyes widening. "What?" he stammered, blinking rapidly in an attempt to adjust to the dim light. "That’s cheating! And… how did I not already know that?"

A soft chuckle reverberated from the shadows, echoing off the stone walls, just a bit too close for comfort. "You’ve never asked, Hawke," enris replied, a smug edge to his voice. "And if you’d been paying attention over the last decade, you might have noticed."

Adrian scowled, though Fenris couldn’t see it—or could he? The unfairness of it all stung. He glanced around again, but the torchlight barely pierced the suffocating blackness, leaving him blind to whatever surrounded him. "Can you stop talking to me from the abyss?" Adrian spat, frustration rising in his chest.

There was a pause. Then Fenris spoke again, but this time, his voice was so close that Adrian felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. "You’re unnerved by the dark?”

Adrian groaned, as his pulse quickened, a chill running through him. "Oh, Maker… you’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Watching me stumble around with my pathetic human eyes?"

Fenris’ voice didn’t waver, but Adrian could almost hear the smile in it. "You’ve faced demons, blood mages, dragons… but a bit of darkness and you’re practically useless. It is… amusing."

Adrian threw his hands up in mock despair, though he doubted Fenris could see it—or maybe he could. The unfairness still rankled. "Yes, yes. Mock my tragic human limitations."

A shift in the air—light as a whisper—brushed against his arm. Adrian’s heart stuttered in his chest as he jumped, a string of curses escaping him before he could stop them. "Maker’s breath! Don’t do that!"

"You really are jumpy in the dark, aren’t you?" Fenris’ voice was soft and teasing, but Adrian could hear the amusement clearly.

rubbed his arm, trying to shake off the lingering sensation of Fenris’ touch. His grip tightened on the torch, but it didn’t help. His pulse was still too fast. Every slight sound seemed amplified, every brush of air making him jump. What was it about this place? Why did it feel like he was losing control?

As he turned in a circle, scanning the shadows again, something glinted—just for a fraction of a second—in the dim torchlight. Adrian froze, narrowing his eyes. He thought he saw… eyes? A pair of glowing orbs reflecting the light, hidden just beyond the reach of the torch. But when he turned sharply, they were gone. The darkness had swallowed them, as if they had never been there at all.

His skin crawled, and he swallowed hard. What the hell was that?

Another shift in the air, and this time Fenris’ voice was much too close, his breath just a whisper away. "What’s wrong, Adrian? No witty retort? No flirtatious quip?"

Adrian stiffened, heart hammering as he spun around, torch raised like a weapon. The light swung through empty air. He froze, breath held. The oppressive silence pressed in, thick and suffocating. He took a shaky breath, trying to calm himself, but his pulse was still too fast. It wasn’t just the dark—something was wrong here.

A soft laugh echoed in the darkness—Fenris’ laugh. It was too close, almost directly behind him, and before Adrian could even react, Fenris was there. One hand brushed lightly against his arm, sending a jolt of warmth through his body. His heart skipped again. He jerked his arm away, spinning around, but Fenris was too fast, his presence too fluid.

"You are enjoying this too much," Adrian grumbled, his voice shaky as he tried to keep his composure. He could feel Fenris shifting behind him again, just out of his sight, but the sound of his breathing was impossibly close.

"And why shouldn’t I?" Fenris’ low chuckle echoed in the cave again, "You’ve made it your personal mission to irritate me at every turn."

Adrian swallowed hard. He could feel Fenris standing just behind him, too close, but he couldn’t see him. The darkness seemed to swallow everything but Fenris’ voice—low, steady, unnerving.

He hadn’t realised how much he relied on sight until it was taken from him. His chest tightened as he scanned the shadows for any hint of Fenris' presence. The elf was too quiet, too quick, and it was driving him insane.

Fenris’ laughter was soft, almost mocking, from directly behind him this time, "You know, Hawke, you’ve been remarkably quiet," Fenris teased, his voice low, near a purr, "I almost miss the incessant chatter."

"Stop—" Adrian’s words died in his throat when he felt a soft breath against the back of his neck. He stiffened, his eyes wide and unseeing in the dark.

Before he could gather his thoughts, he felt a light pressure on his waist, pulling him back against a solid, familiar chest. Adrian froze, his breath caught in his throat. The warmth of Fenris' body radiated against his back, and his arms slid around his waist, locking him in place.

Fenris’s grip tightened for a moment, pulling him just a little closer, "it seems I’ve found a new way to keep you quiet."

[dragons-eat-people]

Season's Eatings

Christmas was always one of my favorite holidays, but even more so for my little brother, Everett. He's an absolute Christmas nut, having become obsessed with the holiday. He sings all the songs that the humans do around this time of year with a friend of his, a little French dragon named Wattson. He's a good kid, and the pair are rather inseparable.

Though, this little holiday tale isn't about the two little dragons. Ever heard the saying that "Christmas is about giving"? That's the little moral of this story. After all, the greatest gifts are the ones that wind up on your doorstep.

Our home, whether you'd like to call it Dragonland, or the Alterlands, which is the proper name...but it's separated into sectors. That's how the tribes are separated and such. In our sector, which is called Kulia Forest, we have a...lovely section that I named myself!

Bandit's Run.

The name is more literal than you think. Bandits, thieving humans love to scour own home for ancient treasures. This isn't particularly common during the winter, but...I think you can tell where I'm going with this.

One particular human so far has escaped me. The only exception, he was armed and I had Everett with me at the time, so he's just lucky. Though, you can only imagine the look on my face when an enemy I loathed appeared right on our doorstep...

The season's about giving. Thanks for giving yourself up to me. I pounced forward, latching onto his shoulders with my claws, pinning him down in the snow. He yells, instinctively, struggling against my grip and such. He manages to reach into his pocket, dammit. He still has his gun. My adversary managed to aim at me, clenching his hand around the grip and trigger.

He shoots.

The bullet...misses. What a shame. He curses, right as I wrestle the firearm out of his hands. Here comes the fun part. I smirk voraciously as I open my maw, quick to shove him inside. His screams turn muffled as he enters my mouth, sliding towards the back of my maw, down my throat. My esophagus bloats with his form, sinking down the abyss that was myself. I swallow him in one go, relishing in my prey's frantic kicking and shoving as he travels to my stomach.

My belly expands a bit, and I can already feel the wriggling too. What a treat. I stand smug over my prey, before being caught off guard by a lone voice. One too familiar, but the situation alone is enough to send a chill down my spine. I don't spook easily.

"Sis? Are you alright?" My little brother calls me, walking to the front door to meet me there. I stand up, turning back to see him. His gaze was soft and thoughtless, such an innocent being. I laugh softly, approaching him. "Yes, little one. It's Christmas, you shouldn't be awake this early...did the noise wake you?" I ask, enveloping his little being. I wrap my tail around him, lifting the little dragonet up with ease. Shutting the cold out, the door closes behind us once we're both inside. I navigate the dark room to find our couch, bringing Everett along with me. All the while, my prey is fighting me from within, and I just hope he doesn't notice. We lay down together, almost cuddling.

Everett nestles into my fur without a word. He sighs, closing his eyes. Perhaps he's too disoriented to take in the fact that I've devoured someone, and my belly is a noisy mess. I shake my head. Even if he does know, it doesn't particularly matter. I lean forward, nuzzling him with my snout.

"Merry Christmas."

To all of you as well, thank you so much for all the support here on this blog of mine. I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas and a very safe holiday. I'm looking forward to what I'll have planned in the coming year of 2024 too. I will be announcing the start of new blogs as well, so stay tuned for that announcement, probably within the coming week or the next. Once again, thanks for everything. Your support is what drives me, and I couldn't ask for a better gift for the holidays.~

Unless...some of you are feeling bold and would like to be stocking stuffers? I can dine on wonderous little treats such as yourselves, and maybe a few candy canes too~

[valerings]

𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎.

݁ᛪ༙ summary: after millenia of being sealed away in an underground cave with copious amounts of gold and jewels known as the 'Abyss', an unexpected visit from a certain dragon hunter didn't seem all too bad.

݁ᛪ༙ warnings: nsfw content, unprotected sex, monster fucking, marking (biting, claw marks, etc), creampie, attempted double penetraion (his tail), mild choking (reader being choked), fingering, riding, begging, teasing, praise, degradation, sylus being possessive, ooc sylus, dragon hunter! reader, fem!reader (Imk if i missed anything!)

݁ᛪ༙ authors note: first time writing for sylus but the brain rot from his new myth card is getting to me.. so apologies if he seems ooc :( reader doesn't have much dialogue because i find it a little awkward so apologies for that too. dividers and warning credits go to @cafekitsune !!

tags 🏷️ ~ @lunacielooo @chaieanne @stxrrielle @theimmortalbuns @kamisatomay018 @bbieainee @reika-desu @loraleiii @cecesilver @brekkers-whore @pirana10 @liz9898 @monster-effer @lunaizhere @pastelpeachess @sohavaa @itsizumiiii @krikalovesstay @jayhyunglover @celestialforce

"Before you tried to kill me," his deep voice rings in your ear, pulling you out of your pleasure induced state. his bare chest pressed against your back, the red gem carving its mark onto your skin. his large hand holding your head up by your jaw, long and dragon-like claws gently scratching the sides of your face. "Did you consider that it'd end like this?" he taunts, his other large and clawed hand firmly gripping your hip, his grip almost bruising your skin as he kept you pinned down against the gold riddled ground.

truthfully, this hadn't been what you imagined when you took up that bounty.. an impossibly huge reward would be given to whoever was brave and or stupid enough to bring back the head of the wicked creature that had been sealed away. maybe it was your pride that led you to accepting that bounty, or your greed that whispered in your mind once your eyes laid upon the prize money. though, you wouldn't say you were too upset about being split open and ravaged by this supposed 'wicked' creature. if your mind wasn't overwhelmed with pleasure, you'd be humiliated by the loud and wet sounds that echoed through the cavern whenever he pumped his fingers into your sopping hole.

"You're so wet.. if it weren't for your weapon, i would've thought you came here for another kind of 'reward'." he teases, almost like he's mocking just how wet you were while his lithe fingers were knuckles deep into your pussy. your cheek pressed against the cold gold coins on the ground, his long scorpion like tail teasingly caressing your calves before slowly inching up to your thighs, pulling away to run down your legs once more when the sharp tip barely grazes your heat. even with your back turned to him, you could feel the smug smirk on his face as he laps up soft gaps and low moans that gradually slipped out your lips.

"Is this what you really wanted, miss hunter? What a dirty girl.. was the bounty just an excuse for you to venture down here?" a choked out moan clawed its way out your throat as his clawed fingers curled upwards against the soft spongy spot inside of you, his reaction more amused than anything. so that's where you liked it..

"Don't think i'll let you go that easily, sweetie. After your little attempt at trying to kill me, i think a punishment is warranted, no?" he whispered lowly into your ear, his lips moving further down before hovering above the side of your neck. he can practically hear your blood pumping, fear and arousal coursing your veins as his sharp teeth neared your skin. the tightness in his pants worsens as you let out a surprised gasp that slowly turned into a soft whimper when he sunk his teeth into your skin, creating the first of many marks to come.

"Don't forget. If i apply anymore pressure at this very spot.. Your heart will never beat again." he murmured into your ear, his hand moving down your jaw to hold your neck while his thumb applied gentle pressure to the bite mark he made on your neck. his fingers uncharacteristically gentle as they apply small amounts of pressure to your throat, enough to make you feel slightly lightheaded and dazed. the said mark forming an intricate design, black markings taking place on your skin. he can feel your slick drenching his fingers, letting out an amused huff as you whined when he slipped his fingers out of your heat.

he brings his hand up to your mouth, your slick coating his long fingers as he placed the pads of his middle and ring finger on your bottom lip. "Suck." he commanded, satisfied with your response when you open your mouth, tasting yourself on his fingers as you licked them clean. "Good girl." he praised, teasingly nibbling on shell of your ear. he tensed a little when he felt the subtle rub of your ass against his bulge, his long and sharp tail wrapping around your thigh in a warning to hold still.

"Such a greedy little thing.." he almost scoffs, in a particular merciless mood today. "If you want it so badly, beg for it. Beg like the good slut you are." he ordered, his tail uncurling itself from your thigh before he shifted off of you, his tall frame saunters back to where he was originally sat when you entered the cavern. he looks down at you expectantly, his dragon wings tucked behind his back while his tail curled slightly. it pissed you off how he acted like you were the desperate one in this situation when you could clearly see the bulge in his pants.

you swallowed your pride, shifting to your knees before inching closer to where he was sat before looking up at him with an expression akin to a kicked puppy to gain some sympathy points from the man. "Please..? I apologise for intruding on your space, just please.. i need it." you don't miss the way his smirk widened as you begged, seemingly satisfied as he patted his lap as an invitation for you. you rose to your feet, gasping in surprise when his tail yanked you down onto his lap, his bulge right by the entrance of your wet pussy.

"Go on, since you 'need it' so badly. Prove it, sweetie." he taunted, cocking his head to the side as he watched you fumble with the buckle to his belt. he keeps his eyes on your face as you unzip his pants, sucking in a little hiss as you pulled his boxers down, his thick cock slapping his stomach. as expected of a dragon, he was huge.. even just looking at his cock made you nervous.

"Don't tell me you're getting nervous now, where was all that sass when you first came down here?" he scoffed, leaning back a little as he observed your nervous expression. were all humans as cute as you?

"Screw you.." you murmured in a fit of embarrassment and frustration at his taunts, which didn't go unnoticed by him at all.

his eyes darkened at your words, though still maintaining his smirk. "Oh? Well then.." before you could even react, his large hands gripped your hips before hoisting you up, positioning your body right above his hard cock before letting go of your hips. a gasp escaped your lips when his tail wrapped around your waist to push you down on his cock, letting out a sharp moan as you felt his cock stretching your hole. the tip of his cock nudged against your sweet spot, your eyes screwed shut as you tried to adjust to the sheer size of his cock.

"Come now, is this all you can handle? You said you 'needed it', no?" he snickered, a hand snaking up to your hip, a false comforting touch as his sharp claws dragged against skin, leaving red marks in their wake. your slick started to pool and drip down his cock, coating your inner thighs. despite how unbothered he seemed, you could feel the subtle twitch of his cock inside of you whenever you shifted on his cock. your hands came up to grip his shoulders, your back arched as you lifted your hips up before bringing them back down on his cock, a few experimental bounces. a thin coat of sweat covered your body from the searing heat of his thick cock inside of you.

"Don't tell me this is all you've got, miss hunter.." his teasing voice brought you out of your concentration, the way he merely smirked as you glared at him pissed you off. his tail wrapped a little tighter around your waist, seemingly tired of being patient. his tail gripping your waist pushed you down on his lap, eliciting a cry from you as his cock plunged impossibly deeper into your cunt. before you could process it, his tail brought your hips up into the air before slamming you back down on his cock, again and again until it formed a steady rhythm.

"There we go, good girl.. That's it." he praised, red eyes raking over your body as sharp moans escaped your lips whenever his cock nudged against your sweet spot continuously due to the sheer size of his cock. he didn't mind the feel of your nails digging into his broad shoulders, only letting out a low growl when he felt your walls clench around him. his tail guided your movements, bouncing your body up and down on his cock. a whimper escaped your mouth as you felt the sharp tip of his tail graze your cunt, your body twitched as he teasingly rubbed your clit with the tip of his tail.

"You think it'll fit, sweetie?" a low chuckle came from him as you immediately shook your head, if his cock was enough to get you panting and struggling to take him all the way, there was no way his tail would fit inside your tight cunt. "Shame, humans are always so fragile.." he hummed, sucking in a hiss as he felt your walls tighten around his length once more. his own hips bucked up into your heat, matching the way your body bounced on his cock due to his tail guiding your body.

he could feel the way your body twitched and tensed, your pupils wide while your mouth hung open, moans and whimpers spilling from your lips. he doesn't miss the way your body gradually leaned against his, your chest heaving against his while your nails dug into his shoulders. "close— i'm close.. please, please let me cum.." you moaned, feeling your muscles tighten as his cock continued hitting that sweet spot inside you while his tail rubbed sharp circles onto your clit.

"Yeah? Gonna cum for me? Fuck..." he cursed under his breath, harshly thrusting up into your tight cunt as he felt your walls clench around him. your walls spasm around his cock, your moans becoming more frequent as the tight knot in your belly came undone, 'thank you's spilling from your lips as his tail helps guide your high. his cock twitched inside of your walls before shooting his cum inside your cunt, his hot cum spilling out of your abused hole.

his tail uncurled around your waist, using his hands to help you off his cock instead. his gaze drifts down to your hole, sticky and slick with both of your releases. if it was up to him, no jewel could compare to the eye candy you gave him, though as much as he loved the sight of his cum seeping out of your hole, he couldn't let it go to waste now could he?

a sharp gasp escaped your lips when you felt something snake up your thigh before plunging back into your cunt, something much longer and sharp than his cock. "There we go.. See? It does fit." he snickered into your ear, using his tail to plug his cum inside of your tight hole.

[marahuyos]

how they kiss: genshin boys

*:･ﾟ✧ nothing much, just me describing how diluc, kaeya, childe and zhongli kiss. this piece is mostly just me trying to practice how to write kisses.

tw: slight suggestive themes, swearing, character story spoilers for childe, zhongli

✧ Diluc Ragnvindr

• A tentative flame-you don’t know whether it would spark and rise up in flames or die out in smoke, leaving nothing but a charred mess. That’s how Diluc is. You know he wasn’t good at this and he’s both thankful that you’re patient enough and annoyed that he couldn’t even muster a single kiss. At the start of your relationship, he is like a flame on a matchstick during a snowstorm. He burns but with how cold the world is, he fights to survive. With you, you are the closed space that blocks the harsh snow. You are the hands that cradle his flame ever so gently. He may be the one with the Pyro Vision but you warm his cold heart.

• His lips are slightly chapped but you’ll be lucky when you catch them moist, tasting of wine when Diluc taste tests new wines. When you do catch him with wine-flavored lips, you would press your lips against his with an excited grin on your mouth. With your sudden kiss, Diluc had to open his mouth to emit a gasp as you took the chance to slip your tongue inside his mouth. The taste of wine was stronger, your tongue slowly gliding over his own just to taste the sinful beverage. Your hands would grasp his shoulders, massaging the muscle that’s been way too tense. You think that you have surprised him from your impromptu kiss but Diluc is just as passionate as you are.

• Reaching around your back, he pushed you closer to him, chests bumping against each other as he began gaining control. He tilts your head, his ruby eyes staring at your surprised ones. He parts for a chance to breathe before diving back in to claim your lips again. The wine he tasted was still present on his lips but, combined with your taste, he was already getting drunk on the flavor. His nose nearly brushes against your cheek as he hears you mewl from his sudden outburst. His hands roam around your back, leaving warm tingles across your skin despite the layers of clothes. Before you two part for the next breath of air, he whispers into your lips how cheeky you are, his breathless voice making you swoon.

“You truly test my patience, love. Don’t think that I will back down once I’m through with you.”

✧ Kaeya Alberich

• As much as he’s cold to the touch, being a Cryo user and all, he is rather like the freshly fallen snow on a winter’s morning. Yes, it may bite your skin (also doesn’t help that Kaeya is a biter) but it also leaves you tingling after the cold shock response. That’s how he leaves you after kisses: shivering but wanting more as he chuckles on how cute and needy you are for him.

• He’s a charmer so it’s not an uncommon sight to see him with pampered skin and well-taken care of hair. So, as such, you bet that his lips are just as soft and plump (like his chest) because he always seeks out the best lip care. You’re jealous of the way his lips just shine naturally and how pouty they are every time he speaks. Your jealousy became a weapon for him, as he would always go beyond your personal space, making sure his lips are the focus as he smirks. And if that didn’t make you want to wipe the smug smirk off of his face, there was probably more teasing remarks that Kaeya would’ve used. You taste mint and hints of berry when you kissed his lips, swallowing in the chuckle that he emitted. His hand reaches around the back of your head as he tilts your head, deepening the kiss as he teases your lips.

• Remember when I said that he’s a biter? He would always nibble on your lips if the cold wasn’t enough for you. First, it was small kisses on your bottom lip then his teeth gently nibbling on it. He takes his time, making sure your lips are swollen before kissing you fully and letting the cold in your mouth. His one eye is open to see your closed ones, which clearly meant you were enjoying it. He chuckles against your lips before running his tongue along the roof of your mouth before parting away, a trail of spittle connecting your lips. His eye shined with wildly when he sees your dazed look.

“Clocking out already? We’ve only just begun, darling.”

✧ Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax

• There’s three ways on how Childe kisses-and it all really depends on who you’re talking to. In his years as a Harbinger and in his time wandering the Abyss with his teacher, the young man has garnered many a façade. He doesn’t just hand out his love for free-you must brave through his storm that he brewed for himself, the capsizing waves that swallows anything in its path. Only then will you see the eye of the storm and see Ajax.

• As Childe, you literally get what you hear. Childe’s kisses is, well, childish. Quick little pecks on your lips when he’s in a hurry, a loud, obnoxious kiss on your cheek, or him rubbing his nose softly against yours-all of those things are Childe. You can’t really tell if he was ever serious at all when he smirks playfully at your flushed face. As Tartaglia, this is the storm that you need to brave. He is a Harbinger for a reason and his kisses are just as ruthless. Overbearing, domineering, he makes sure that everything you see is only him. His lips glide over to yours before sinking his teeth on your lip until it’s swollen. His tongue would push in, teeth nearly clacking against each other as his hands grip your skin to the point of painful. As a warrior, he dominates, he conquers, and you were no exception.

• But as Ajax, sweet sweet Ajax, he’s none of those things. He lets go of Foul Legacy, he lets go of his weapons-in front of you, it is merely a young lad who grew up too fast too soon. He is the still waters, easily disturbed by any force, so you take his face between your hands as you initiated the kiss. First it was small pecks, then a pleasant plant of the lips against his before whispering against his lips that he is your home. What sounded like a choked cry died in his throat, as his own hands clutched your hips shakily as he draws you closer. His lips are surprisingly smooth, either from the Hydro Vision he’d been using or he’s taken heed to his older sister’s skincare. There was no danger, no tension, no ulterior motive each stroke of tongue you two share. Here, he is finally himself.

“I don’t know what god would give me someone like yourself, babe... But I’m grateful that you’re here.”

✧ Zhongli

• Morax, Rex Lapis, Vago Mundo... many names, many lives, many loves. Zhongli had such a long life of war, love, and everything that no one should’ve ever experienced. He is as long-standing as the earth (haha), never faltering, even with so much weathering. He should be as long-standing, there was no room for cracks, even as a mortal man. Yet, he seems like he didn’t know that you’ve already made several cracks across his heart and weathering him down to a man who is in love.

• His kisses are secure. Vanilla maybe, but you know that Zhongli is being a gentleman. With a hand under your chin to tilt up your face towards his, his thumb smoothly glides over your bottom lip before planting his lips against yours. He moves his lips against yours slowly, giving small pecks along the way, before diving back in. His other hand smoothly glides over your back before settling on your waist, pulling you closer. Meanwhile, your hands would softly tug at his ponytail, making the gentleman shiver as he gives a warning pinch to your waist for being cheeky.

• But there are times when that gentlemanly face breaks through. Most of the time it may be Venti getting him drunk. In this moment, he remembers that he was a ruthless god who formed this land from his own hands. He is the god of contracts and if you wanted it rougher, then he expects to hold your end of the bargain. Excuse my sudden twist, but I am a firm fuckin believer of dragon Zhongli and ya’ll can pry his elongated, forked tongue swiping across your lips before slithering inside your mouth off of my cold dead hands. His fangs threatening to bleed your lips... unless you wanted it, then who is he to oblige? His clawed fingers poking holes through your clothes as more skin is accessible to his scaly hands. There is no escaping this contract.

“My treasure, you created this contract. Now you must abide to the conditions.”

[patheticnugbaby]

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This has been floating around my drafts for awhile but I finished it tonight, have some more Blackwall x Solmera love.

Solmera signed her name with an easy flourish before sprinkling the sand over the drying ink. After letting it sit she blew it away before folding it into the proper envelope, dripping wax and pressing the Inquisition signet into it. She smiled a little as she set the letter neatly on top of the looming tower of finally finished paperwork. She rolled her neck a little and stood, stretching her arms above her head before removing the pin that held her hair, letting it fall down her back with the scent of blackberries and sage.

There was a small knock at her door, she could hear the hesitation in it and smiled, “Come in, Blackwall.”

She heard the warmth of his laughter as he pushed open the door, taking the steps two at a time, “Someday you’ll need to tell me how you do that, ‘Mera.”

“Magic,” She grinned, stepping up to him and resting her arms on his shoulders, leaning over him a little to see behind him, “what’s that?”

“A gift, for later,” He smiled up at her, tucking the small package under his hands, “have I interrupted your paperwork again?”

“No,” She smiled and lightly pecked his forehead, “you had impeccable timing tonight. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

“Can I not visit my lady because I wanted to see her?” He raised one of his hands to touch her cheek, only to stop himself short with a little smile to remove his glove first.

She leaned into his hand, rough and calloused. He smelled of sawdust, horses, and hay, little flecks of hayseeds in his beard. Solmera peeled her own gloves off to gently pick them out.

“Been helping the Horsemaster again?” She smirked at his little chuckle, running her hands through the tangles of his hair, gently unsnarling the knots with her fingers.

“Not today, got in a bit of a hay fight with Sera,” He admitted with a fond grin, closing his eyes a little, “how are you, My Lady?”

“Considering I have emerged victorious over the demons of paperwork, I’m doing very well,” Solmera smiled a little wider, trailing her fingers along his cheek, “I even have a few extra hours of the evening left,” she gave him a sly little glance that made him chuckle, “what do you think we should do with those?”

“They’re your hours, My Lady, I am perfectly content to spend them at your beck and call,” He smiled, shifting the package behind his back to remove his second glove, throwing it somewhere behind him.

Solmera grinned and pressed a kiss between his heavy brows. She loved it when he just threw his gloves somewhere on the floor, it meant that he was staying the night. The only time he put them neatly somewhere was when he was intending on leaving.

“Would you like a drink?” She asked, moving back to her desk and opening the drawer, pulling out one of three bottles she liked to keep there, “I’m in a whiskey mood.”

“Not tonight, though I may steal a sip of yours,” He grinned at the little scowl she threw his way as he sat down on the couch.

Solmera smiled and shook her head a little before she took her glass of whiskey back to the couch he sat on. She lounged on the other side, comfortably resting her legs on his lap. He chuckled softly and set the little package on the arm of the couch, slowly unlacing her boots for her.

“You don’t need to-”

“I’d like to, My Lady,” He answered, pulling off one of her boots and setting it carefully next to the couch, “you carry a lot on your shoulders, sometimes I’m afraid it might be too much.”

“I’m fine, kadan,” She smiled, taking a small sip of her drink, enjoying the warmth it brought to her chest, “some days are harder than others, some decisions are harder than others but I have yet to have a day where it’s become too much.”

“You are an amazing woman, My Lady,” There was a heavy note of reverence in his voice, a kind of worship when he touched her, even when he was just unlacing her other boot, “I pray that day never comes.”

“It will,” She replied, taking another sip, “and when it does, I’ll have the Inquisition, my advisors, companions,” she paused, allowing her eyes to wander around his face, stopping at his lips, then flicking up to his warm, gray eyes, “and I’ll have you.”

“I would never leave you side, My Lady,” The was a firmness in his voice that made her cheeks a little warm, something she hid with another sip of whiskey.

“I know,” She smiled a little wider when he removed her second boot and she stretched a little, wiggling her toes through her socks, “What’s in the package?” she nudged it with her heel, her feet easily dangling over the edge of the couch.

“A gift,” He answered with a devious little grin, snatching it away from her offending foot, “for later.”

Solmera growled a little, leaning further back onto her couch, giving him a little scowl, “How much later?”

“As late as I like,” He answered, rolling her pant legs up past her knees before he went to work massaging her legs.

She sighed softly, making a soft, almost purring sound in her throat. He grinned at that, stopping just for a moment to set the little package on the back of the couch, just out of reach unless she wrapped one of her legs around his shoulders.

“You know you don’t have to do this for me,” As she said it she sunk a little deeper into the couch, taking a little sip of her whiskey before she gave him a lazy grin.

“You know that I enjoy doing this for you, My Lady,” He grinned, glancing back at the little package to check if she was reaching for it again.

“I’ll behave, for now,” She gave him a smirk before leaning her head back, eyes closed and her glass held loosely in her hand.

Solmera didn’t need to have her eyes open to feel how he was looking at her. She felt it, gray-blue eyes lingering over her with the kind of adoration usually reserved for gods, hands that were rough and scarred with a long, hard life always touched her with a reverence that bordered on worship. An easy warmth bloomed in her chest that had nothing to do with the whiskey, something gently fluttering in her stomach, like moth wings.

“You’re doing it again,” His voice cut through her quiet little reverie, causing her to open her eyes with a little frown.

“Doing what again?”

“That humming you do sometimes,” He chuckled softly, moving his hands to her other leg, “Do you not notice?”

“Only when I do it on purpose,” There was a tiny heat that built in her cheeks, one she hoped would be explained by the alcohol, “it’s a happy noise.”

“You have a lot of those,” He smirked at her before shaking a little bit of his wild hair out of his eyes.

“Mm, just for you,” Solmera chuckled, swirling the last swallow of whiskey in her glass with a slow, smug smile, the kind she knew he liked, just a little too much.

He gave her a dark look, tutting softly as he reached behind his head for the little package. Nervously, hid fiddled with it, fussing at the corners before gently, cautiously, setting it in her lap.

“So it’s later now?” She grinned, downing the last of her whiskey and setting the glass on the ground, she took the package in one hand before leaning forward to plant a little kiss on his temple, “Why so nervous, kadan?”

He brightened a little when she called him that, smiling softly as he leaned back on the couch, more lounging now than curled around her legs, “Don’t mind me, ‘Mera, just open it.”

She grinned, shifting a little in her seat before she carefully found the seams of the wrapping, peeling back each neatly folded piece of coarse, brown paper like it’d shatter in her large hands, “Did you wrap this?”

“No, Sera helped with that.”

“Sera? This neat?” Solmera tilted her head, squinting at him a moment, “No...”

“It was Sera, surprisingly good at it too,” He grinned, then laughed a little, leaning his head back on the couch, “She said it was easier to prank people with nicely wrapped things.”

Solmera giggled a little, turning the package over and carefully pulling apart the other side.

“You’re being careful.”

“I don’t know what it is, and it’d be a shame to shred Sera’s remarkably good wrapping,” Solmera smiled, finally unfolding the paper with a quiet little gasp, her fingers flying to cover her mouth.

It was a small, beautifully detailed little wood carving. A tiny, wooden high dragon, poised to breathe fire, even the teeth and tongue were carved. It looked like the Abyssal High Dragon they faced in the Western Approach. Gently, carefully, she picked it up again, fingers running delicately over it to feel the way the wings were carved, the scales.

“I- uh, remembered how after we killed it you said that you wanted one of your own,” He sounded flustered and she looked at him, unable to keep herself from grinning like a child, “I-”

“Blackwall,” She set the figure carefully in her lap, reaching to guide his face to look at her, her forefinger set firmly against his jaw, “I love it. Thank you.”

He grinned then, something warm sparking in his eyes as he took her hand, turning his head to press a soft, ticklish kiss into her palm. Solmera giggled softly, carefully setting the figure on the arm of the couch as she tucked her legs under herself, scooting over to wrap her arms around his shoulders and shower his face with kisses. He smiled a little wider at first, his grin growing until he laughed, catching her face in his hands before she stopped.

She chuckled a little before she caught his eyes, a sudden flush creeping into her cheeks. His expression was warm, it made him look just a little bit younger, smoothing the beginnings of wrinkles on his forehead, adding extra crinkles to his eyes. There was something dark and intense to his eyes, usually reverent, worshipful, now piercing. It turned her stomach into jelly.

“May I make a request, My Lady?” His voice was soft, husky, even as he tenderly brushed a few stray locks of hair behind her pointed ears.

“Yes.”

“May I kiss you, My Lady?”

“Yes.”

He didn’t lunge for her like she thought he would, with that look in his eyes. There was the tugging of a smirk on the corners of his lips as he leaned just a little closer, his breath a silent whisper on her mouth. Underneath the scent of woodsmoke and hay, she caught the salty smell of his skin, his eyes were still open, gray-blue locked on her brilliant yellow. His lips were gentle on her own, tender, lingering. She closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she dragged him over her. He chuckled softly against her lips, a sound she swallowed to eagerly, tongue slipping over his lips with a wicked little smile. He rumbled softly in his chest, then growled as she quickly pulled away from him, an impish grin playing on her lips.

“My lady...”

“Ser Blackwall,” She chuckled, one of her hands idly playing with the laces of his overshirt, “If you’d like more kisses I’m afraid you’re going to have to ask for them.”

“Am I now?” He gave her a devious little smile, a crafty gleam in his eyes, then he shrugged, sitting back on his side of the couch, “I suppose I’ll have to made do with the one.”

Solmera huffed, folding her arms and giving him a little scowl. She didn’t expect him to call her bluff. He gave her a little sideways smile, leaning back to lounge comfortably on the couch. She growled, scooting over and swinging her leg over his, straddling his lap. He craned his neck to look up at her, rough hands resting comfortably on her hips.

“You’re a tricky bastard, Blackwall.”

“I can’t say I know what you mean, My Lady,” He grinned wide now, hands playing idly at her sides.

She growled, a hand wrapping around the back of his neck with a little snarl that showed her teeth, “Shut up and kiss me.”

He laughed and obliged without complaint, returning every one of her fervent kisses with the same ardor.

“How many hours did you say we had, My Lady?” He whispered hungrily against her lips, rough hands toying with the many, many buttons of her shirt.

“All night if you want,” She grinned, resting her forehead against his, “does that sound... satisfactory?”

“Not even close.”

[coruscorp-blog]

DEAR, MR. ( TYLER CHADWICK )

We are pleased to have you back for another year as an UPPER FOURTH YEAR STUDENT at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We sincerely hope your classmates in SLYTHERIN treat you well.

trigger: mentions of death

( 06. )

“dragons, magnificent creatures they are–––!”

sunday morning rolls in slow, tranquility disrupted by the roar of voice that travels down the hallways. father seems exhilarated, more so than usual. a small, loose fist rubs at eyes as six-year-old kiyong stands by the dining table, trying his best to focus on the thing father’s seen cradling in palms, hunched over in his seat. “come here, ki.” he obeys, and soon finds himself in the man’s lap, calloused hands now holding his soft fists instead. “what.. is it, papa?” an index outstretched in curiosity, all it (seemingly) takes is a light nudge against the warm, hard shell before it cracks.

they watch with bright, fascinated eyes as the winged creature crawls its way out through the cracks of the shell, grimey claw conveniently digging right into mother’s freshly baked egg tarts. “honey, have you tried them yet?” a ringing reminder from the kitchen–––an impeccable timing, though highly unfortunate for both the man and the pastries. mother’s always had a flair for baking, possibly compensating for the volatile temperaments–––mostly mild and composed, but could likely get out of hand when provoked; in this case, it’s having her efforts trampled on by a baby dragon.

kiyong does a mental countdown from three, barely getting past the second count–––the expected is inevitable, unavoidable. “han joonhyuk! what did i say about hatching eggs on the dining table??” her voice resonates, an underlying message clear in her tone: clean this mess, or have dragon-slime tarts for breakfast.

what she hears: i’m going, i’m going. i’ll have this table sparkling clean in no time! what kiyong hears, ear pressed to mouth: do you want to play with him?

the rest of the morning is spent in mirthful laughter and the soft glow of mid-autumn sun. kiyong sits in front of the cage, watching wobbly limbs try to carry its own weight, desperately choking out tiny flames, akin to the wrath of a match ( for now )––––harmless and sensibly contained within bars by protective charms.

an extraordinary beginning, an ordinary childhood.

( 07. )

( it began as a habit, a passion––––something that would eventually rise up in flames, setting everything ablaze and swallow them into an abyss of ashes. )

he had been by mother’s side for the majority of the morning, bright eyes peering up to the succulents that she’d insisted on tending to by hand––––the muggle way, the tender way. by noon the neighbour’s kid had come knocking, an arm that laid limp against the boy’s side, seemingly some sort of broken. they’d always trusted her, something about having steady healer hands with a warm heart.

the day had been peaceful, but it wasn’t over yet.

the news came a little later in the night. he had one side of his windows left ajar, until the autumn breeze had him climbing out of bed to close it. a pause, taking stock of the strange, black cars parked in front of their gate at the end of the cobble-stoned lane. in his haste when clambering down the ledge, an elbow knocked over a clay piece he’d been working on for months. the shattering noise halted the ones downstairs and a wisp of vapor was expelled upon impact. tramping footsteps, muted and hurried and overwhelming.

the door to his bedroom swung open and mother’s eyes were red.

***

he bows at mother’s cue, respectfully with both hands clasped. sullen eyes watch as the last of their visitors leave, silence filling in the empty corners fast albeit briefly. they’re barely out of sight before a quiet sniffle comes from her, shoulders slouching in part defeat, part relief. she crouches to hold him then, dainty stature enveloped in frail arms, muffling a shaking voice against shared grief.

they tell her it’s for a noble cause. they tell her time will heal.

“my condolences.”

they don’t tell him anything.

“pa’s gone, kiyong-ah.”

( 13: part i. )

the plans have been made long in advance, but it doesn’t ease his jittery nerves.

he returns home to find the doors unlocked, doubtful that he’s left them unlocked this morning. a mental retracing of his morning routine for this particular day, only to have that rendered moot when he sees them in the house. no luggages this time. mother welcomes him with a tight hug, lingering one moment too long. a familiar warmth, a whiff of foreign scents, something unidentified.

on the other hand, the man ( a kind traveller, a dedicated herbologist ) greets him with a smile, warm as always like the afternoon sun–––comforting but distanced.

“i thought you wouldn’t be home until another two weeks.”

she shakes her head at his words, though not looking nearly as thrilled as he would expect her to be, “change of plans, kiyong-ah… we’re moving early.” her voice is carefully soft, and there’s an attempt at a smile. perhaps he’s gotten his recklessness from her after all. “everything is packed, and don’t worry, i didn’t forget your favourites.”

he assumes she’s talking about the mini collection of wooden figurines, though he does have half the mind to ask her about what’s left of father’s work. grief is a perpetual state that the living carries with them, and thirteen-year-old kiyong treads the fine line between consideration and remembrance.

a quiet nod, “i’ll be down in a minute, ma.”

the anticipation for this year’s cherry blossoms falls through, and disappointment is retained as dead weight. he tucks the roll of father’s work into his backpack, bringing an essential part of himself from his childhood and leaves the rest in this house.

( 13: part ii. )

a change in scenery, a brighter prospect. the following summer, he officially adds tyler chadwick to his name. a different shell, a new identity––––though tyler doesn’t feel much of a change underneath that.

but hogwarts is… something else.

the ancient castle that’s surrounded by a body of dark waters, almost isolated from the rest of the world––––even the wizarding community, with bricked walls that hold secrets within. there isn’t much of that zen that mahoutokoro holds in his two years there; less of fresh greenery and more of an unknown dread that stems from the secrecy of such a place.

“you could achieve great things in slytherin.”

tyler withholds his doubts towards an advice from a ragged old hat, but he has a feeling it knows.

( 15. )

he can get a little stubborn, a little prideful.

–––– exhibit A:

“i dare you.” “fine, don’t go eating your own words when i find it.”

that evening, tyler trudges through the forest, crunching dead leaves and twigs on his way with an oil lamp in hand. he owes it to the hotheadedness of a typical pubescent teenage boy, fuelled by his very own brand of that overwhelming need to win. it doesn’t dawn upon him until much later––––that there is no such thing as a unicorn with rainbow-coloured mane. but by then it’s too late.

the little night adventure is concluded when hagrid saves him from the three-headed dog with an invitation to mull it over a month’s worth of detention after.

–––– exhibit B:

“i’m telling you, i’ve thrown out all the nasty ones.”

an almost smug smile, a half-filled box of bertie bott’s in his hand. there’s no bargain in question, just his pride at stake, especially when his friends refuse to take him seriously on this. tyler insists it’s a well-groomed talent, but they wouldn’t budge.

it’s been months of trial and error. just two weeks ago, the box of beans he’s carried around with him has been jinxed by the same group of friends as a hilarious prank. after unwittingly consuming about a handful of vomit-flavoured beans, he’s half lugged to the infirmary with a pale face by a kind-hearted and concerned roommate.

just a little stubborn.

( 20. )

he sees himself as a constant work in a progress. twenty years and he’s barely shedding much of his adolescent years before he’s rushed into almost adulthood, all rugged edges and half-shadowed. but he’s trying.

( the tender things are those we fold away. )