#so he like cannot and will not ever be older than 17 ever

[nana-mizu-shiki]

D.C PROMPT-

Birthday Training

It was a calm night- when it all became clear, and the pieces of a puzzle they didn't know were missing fit into place.

It's been about a year since Bruce had been returned from being "dead" (Thanks Timmy); Dick was training with Dami, Jay just got back from patrol, Alfred was making cookies upstairs, and Babs was going over some old footage at the Batcomputer. (It was family dinner last night so she decided to stay for a while, it's only once a month they're all gathered at the manor at the same time after all.)

Dick was just standing after pinning Baby Bat when she spoke, Jason walking in from the showers to the open area.

"This... isn't right. Where'd all the records go?"

Dick paused to look over at her as he lifted Dami up. It may have just been a whisper, a mumble, but in a room full of Bats in the cave, it was heard by all within sight. And it was an open area.

"What's up?" Jason walked over to the computer with faux casualty and leaned over the desk to see what the redhead was looking at. Dick followed with Damian tailing behind him, curiosity and concern wondering what type of 'records' could stump Babas of all people. Behind her chair he looked over the screen.

"Hmm? Oh, I was reorganizing some of the old cave footage from a while back, but I noticed that a lot of Tim's Robin training was missing. There's a file that he has that has access to footage if it was ever needed, and I could easily hack into it, but the time frames don't really line up. I'll try to skim through the cave footage real quick of after his training, maybe there'll be a hint or something about why, but then I'll go through Tim's file."

The Birds of Gotham watched as their Oracle dragged the cursor, pulled up some old footage, and sped the records up until they were blurs. She paused the mostly mono-colored blur of a video when the telltale colors of a traffic light appeared to show the third Robin; setting up a mat to spar with Batman on. Clicking echoed across the walls of the cave as Barbra slowed the footage to a speed where they could hear what was being said in front of one of the many cameras in the cave that was being recorded. The redhead's brows began to furrow and Dicks lips pulled into a worried and confused frown as the four watched. They watched as the Bat and the Robin fought, as Tim was knocked down again and again and again, as he got up every time, as the two moved in blurs, as B hit too hard with too much of a lack of hesitation, as B kept repeating the same word each time.

"Again."

As Tim was knocked down roughly and his arm hit the mat first with a sickening Crack, as he didn't get back up.

"Again."

Dick thinks he might be nauseous. Dick also thinks that Jason's hands will start to bleed soon with how hard he's gripping them while they all watch in horror as Tim stays on the mat, the only sound I'm and out of the video coming from the bats above and the natural erie echo that all caves have. There's slight panting coming from the two who just fought on screen and Babs silently sped the footage up as B- no, Batman,- left the cave. They saw as, eventually, Tim picked himself up and made his way to the med bay and leaving as soon as he could after patching himself up to the best of his ability. Barbra sped up the clip and they observed as the Third Bird returned night after night, never staying for so much as a post-patrol snack. They saw as a past-NightWing came on screen and Dick leaned over Barb and paused the computer.

It was silent for a few excruciating, guilt-ridden, and horrifying moments until Dick interrupted the moment himself.

"..How did we not notice...? How.. How long had this been happening...? Why didn't I notice?"

Looking at the screen itself, Dick failed to see as Damian unpaused the clip until it began to play, feeling even worse as he realized he forgot the younger was still there, curling into himself and balling his fists. How could this happen? Dick was right there, angry and hateful and desperate and devastated and grieving, but Tim was also there, right there and he was suffering and hurt and desperate and smalland-

The four of them all startled as now unpaused screaming came from the computer, arguing that nobody's heard since Damian came to the manor filling the space as Dick gasps at the familiar comments yet couldn't process or comprehend a single word yelled. They couldn't even see the eldest vigilantes from the camera that had been pulled up on the largest screen, although they could from one of the others, what captured their attention was that they could still see Tim sitting quietly in the Robin costume, out of sight to the two fighting yet able to see them himself. Past-NightWing and Past-Batman seemed to scream for hours in what was only a minute for the people in the present, and Tim stayed quietly watching from afar the whole while. They then watch as the clip speeds up and a few days later past-Dick comes over post-patrol all smiley and invites Tim out for lunch for the next day. Tim accepts politely.

"I-... I remember that lunch. I thought the kid I was eating with was weird and creepy 'cause I thought that was the first time we'd properly gone out. I barely knew him- I just thought he was trying to be polite because he was so quiet so I- I jus-"

Jason slams a fist against- something,- and turns around to start stomping away. Dick hesitates going after him as he looks down at Damian to see him the most afraid Dick thinks he's ever seen the Baby Bat be, and while he can tell Jason needs time, he might also need reassurance, but Dami looks so scared that Dick can't just leave him, but what if he ends up hating Dick for allowingthistohappen,andBarbras'frozen,sowhatifBarbraneeds-orwhatif-butthey-Dickneedstohelp-

Jason didn't end up getting that far as the elevator dingged and everyone froze. There were only a few people still at the manor by now. Alfred, Bruce, Duke, Cass, or-

The doors opened and out stepped Tim. He was typing on his phone with one hand and not looking up, dressed like he was a Gotham Uni kid going out for lunch and it wasn't post-vigilante-O'clock in a dark red sweater over a white colored undershirt and jeans. In his other hand he carried a duffle bag over his shoulder. Where the heck was he going?

"Drake?"

"Hmm?" The boy in question turned his head towards Damian, though not looking away from the phone in his hand as he walked.

"Where are you going? Was it not adequate?"

At that Tim grinned at Baby Bat, finally looking up from where he was heading to the Zeta tubes and stopping to reply.

"Me, my team, Pru, Z, and Bern are meeting up tomorrow to test it out, so I'm going to the tower so we can all meet up at the same time. I loved it, and have it in my bag if you want to come; everyone's responsible for bringing their own or buying one when we get there though, and you know what the others will insist, so if you want you can try and steal B's card Brat."

Dick was... still concerned, and guilty, but also now very confused. Tim turned and exited, entering a Zeta after entering some type of code. Damian seemed less tense and he was no longer shaking when Dick looked back at him, but the kid ran off before he could get anymore of a read on him to, presumably, steal one of Bruce's credit cards.

Babs was still still in her chair staring blankly at the computer, and Jason turned to make his way to where he left his bike gear to probably leave the cave and go no-contact for the next few days. Dick. Dick.... Dick didn't know what to do. But everybody both froze and jumped at the voice of Cass.

"Happy Birthday Little Brother."

If I posted my shitty writing prompts I never had enough motivation to figure out the ending of, would you like it? I write irl in my free time, just wondering if I should post it here too

[phoenixyfriend]

Was chatting about good alternate Cody&Obi-Wan dynamics with @threebea, and one of them we just had a lot of fun with.

Bea:

Cody: We are doing a good job at war. Are you proud general. Obi-Wan: [grump in CW '03] Cody being in a lacky position is very funny to me, if that makes sense. Cody: The boss will surely promote me. Obi-Wan: You're diligent and thorough but we cannot save supplies by powering this with my lightsaber that is not happening. I have always considered that of the two of them, Cody is the reckless hot-blooded one and Rex is the level-headed one. (Obi-Wan's view skewed however having raised one Anakin Skywalker making Cody kicking droids seem very reasonable and thought out.)

Here were my options for Cody and Obi dynamics:

Obi-Wan treating Cody the way he treats Anakin, early on in their working relationship, tentative but working on that angle because those two are the same age and rank so like. Cody might really be as much of a Dumb Young Man as most young men are, yes?

Obi-Wan treating Cody with a hands-off approach because the guy can manage the army while Obi-Wan runs off to stab the Count, right?

Obi-Wan treating Cody kinda coldly because his instinct is to be very delicate and nice to these traumatized young men, but they don't like it when he does that, so he has to be standoffish because otherwise he'll start babying them because they're barely any older than Anakin was when he got his boy.

Obi-Wan treating Cody as a Research Assistant because he's a nerd and sometimes padawans would be assigned to him in the archives, and Cody hovers behind his shoulder the way those students did so he just got distracted and started giving Research Guy orders instead of High General orders.

Aaaaaanyway we got in on that last one.

Obi-Wan definitely had to call him Padawan at least once Cody: ... [Looks around nope just him]

Cody: I expected to be mistaken for my brothers due to our faces. I did not expect to be mistaken for... Anakin Skywalker? Did I get that right?

Rex: My general called me mom once. I think he was joking? but I'm not sure.

One day, Cody has to come into the Temple for some professional reason, is told that Obi-Wan is in the archives, and walks into the sight of Obi-Wan wandering the stacks with several teenagers following him like ducklings, giving instructions with just "Padawan, could you grab that one?"

When Cody asks how they know which one he means, they tell him they don't. They just go with whoever's nearest the given task.

Cody: But he doesn't do this to any other clone [he does] Rex: You stand just behind his shoulder handing him files all day.

You Are Doing The Padawan Thing

Cody initially worried because implied Obi-Wan thinks of him as a student/not fully ready for the responsibility of being a commander or whatever. Obi-Wan: ? No I just… You're Padawan shaped. I can't explain it any better than that Cody gets it the most because he happens to stand exactly where Anakin used to stand the most often. Ironically, Obi-Wan tries hard to call Anakin by his name as a respect to his no longer being a student thing. Cody is firm about military discipline calling Obi-Wan sir and General because if he called him Master Kenobi or Obi-Wan the 'mistaken for Padawan' thing would happen three times as often. Cody: [grumbles] Alpha-17 didn't have this problem. Rex: Alpha-17 drew a line between himself and the Padawan day one to avoid it I think.

Alpha also has been acting like a middle-aged man since he was five. The disdain. Dripping.

Which actually didn't save him he was just more openly insulted when it happened once so Obi-Wan made sure never to do it again. Alpha: I was trained by Jango Fett himself and have proven myself a full fledged captain. I am not a Padawan :/ Obi-Wan: [listening to the speech] noted Cody: [far too polite to ever correct Obi-Wan] What did you need, General? Probably reinforced Alpha acting like an old man. I think he even calls Anakin kid? Anakin: I'm older than you you're the kid 😦 Obi-Wan: Padawan don't argue with the captain. I need a five times Obi-Wan called Cody Padawan (and one time when it was Alpha-17) fic now lol

Anakin: Why does he get away with-- Obi-Wan: Because I feel that if I call him Padawan by accident again, he may break something. And we don't have the funds for that.

Anakin: [in the room once but realizes Obi-Wan was taking to Cody] Anakin: Am I jealous by rival son/Padawan or am I amused that Obi-Wan is going senile?

"my baby boy" vs "generic younger person whom I feel some fondness for"

It's like. Old southern men who refer to anyone younger than them as "son" or "miss."

Obi-Wan: It's even gender neutral I don't have to remember names at all. Obi-Wan also probably called Ahsoka 'Anakin' a number of times, but that's due more to the A name combined with her jumping off something a Padawan should not be jumping off of. He mostly defaults to Padawan but a scolding 'Anakin! No!' Comes out every now and then for her. Obi-Wan: Anakin! No! Anakin, beside him: What? Obi-Wan: ...Sorry, force of habit. Ahsoka! No!

[osamucide]

DAZAI HCS! ⊹

LAST UPDATE: DEC 19

cw: talk of mental illness and substance use/abuse, speculation about Dazai’s f’ed up past+trauma, Dazai-typical references to suicide, references to self harm, probably a lot of projection on the author’s part

reid: i feel like yapping about Dazai tonight so here’s a non-exhaustive list of general headcanons i have about him. no word count because i’ll probably update this periodically lol

he does not listen to music from this century. he just doesn’t. not that he goes out of his way not to, he’s just drawn to a certain sound that only older music seems to have—I think The Smiths, Blondie, Tears For Fears, The Smashing Pumpkins, King Crimson, and Led Zeppelin are among his favorite artists

I think he also really enjoys classic jazz/blues/bebop music—Charles Mingus, Billie Holiday, Duke Ellington, Thelonious Monk, Miles Davis, etc.

he’s anemic. I’m of the firm belief that Kunikida buys him a 100 ct bottle of iron tablets every 100 days which Dazai always graciously accepts. however, he only actually takes them when he gives enough of a shit to (which is not often) so the bottles are just accumulating on his bathroom sink/in the cupboard beneath

nail biter, cuticle picker, hair twirler, thigh bouncer, etc. I don’t think he really sits still unless it’s absolutely necessary

children love him, much to his dismay. they think he’s entertaining. he thinks they’re like puppies (and he canonically hates dogs). he won’t treat them badly, but he’s just not super interested in interacting with them. unwilling older brother vibe when faced with them. shithead kids can stoke his rage much faster than Chuuya ever could

he cannot take care of a fucking plant. has one succulent in his apartment. it’s surviving out of pure unadulterated spite. he hasn’t watered it in over a year

wearer of funky socks. his favorites are either the ones that say "I love my job ha ha just kidding" or the custom ones Yosano got him as a gag gift one year for white elephant at the office christmas party (they have Kunikida’s rage face on them)

really sad that, despite his criminal record being scrubbed clean, he is still banned from driving in the nation of Japan for the rest of his life because he wants a Ford Explorer so bad

PROFOUNDLY SOUND KNOWLEDGE OF MEDICAL TERMINOLOGY

he’s fluent in Japanese and English, proficient in French and Italian, and learning Russian

I think he also enjoys learning math/researching random shit/reading anything he can in his free time when he feels up to it. he never received a formal education and his IQ is through the roof—his yearning for academia is almost like an itch he has to scratch every once in a while. also, he just likes knowing things

he never learned how to ride a bike. wahhhh wahh

BPD king. look at him. my beautiful princess with a disorder. I doubt he’s diagnosed but he strongly suspects it seeing as he’s so self-aware; if not borderline, he just assumes he has severe PTSD. either way, he really won’t do anything other than what he already knows about how to manage it

along the same lines—he’s been a functional alcoholic since an alarmingly young age (I’m talking 16-17). I think it probably got a lot worse post-defection when he was underground, but he hardly had to function then anyway; he gets somewhat better after joining the Agency but still has a dependence, it’s just not severe enough to debilitate him

has a bin of art supplies in his apartment. he only ever pulls them out once every few months, but he rather enjoys painting and wouldn’t mind getting better at it

master at darts. don’t take him to a bar where there’s a dartboard. he will stand in front of it all night and obliterate everyone who challenges him

insatiable sweet tooth. he especially loves anything maple, butter pecan, or butterscotch he’s a grandpa

UPDATE.1

I love to headcanon that he has a glass eye!!! and that the bandages around his head in the dark era were some legitimate injury. he likes to pop it out as a party trick/to weird Kunikida out

he feeds the stray cats and kittens that linger around the ADA dorms. he probably spends some of his grocery money on the fancy wet canned food and leaves it out with a big plastic bowl of water. sometimes sits and watches them eat and likes to give them little scratches if they trust him enough to come rub up on his legs. they’re sort of to him as the orphans were to Odasaku, and it makes him feel closer to his deceased friend

on the note of grocery shopping—he only goes when Atsushi or Kunikida drag him along. keeps his list relatively the same from trip to trip: canned crab, cigarettes, bandages, a few cases of beer, sake, instant ramen, ice cream (particularly butter pecan), paper towels, and 3-in-1 shampoo when he needs it. Kunikida forces vegetables upon him (“put it in the ramen so you don’t die of heart disease”) but they almost always end up rotting to mush in his fridge. he steals his toilet paper from the ADA bathrooms/supply closets or bothers Atsushi and Kyoka for spare rolls when he’s out

religiously orders drinks from the cafe on his way in and out of work. on mornings he usually gets a latte with plenty of sugar and some sort of flavor; in the evenings he probably gets an iced flavored tea to mix or chase his sake with when he gets home

always has a pocket knife on him. probably one he got in his mafia days, or, it’s at least a habit/security he picked up from then

takes a lot of night walks. he doesn’t sleep well, so I think he probably wanders out tipsy with his pack of cigarettes in the wee hours of the morning and scuttles around to tire himself out

UPDATE.2

two words: medical trauma. I know some people get iffy when it comes to speculation about what Mori did/didn’t/may/may not have subjected him too as a young teenager (and believe me I have a lot of thoughts) but I definitely headcanon that Dazai was used as a little bit of a lab rat/sedated and coerced to some degree when it came to turning him into a killing machine. as a result, he’s got a fear of medical settings. after his surgery during the cannibalism arc? I know he got that phone back and was like “Tanizaki get me out of here right neow”

I think sweet little old ladies probably love him and he loves them too. always feels like he strikes up the best small talk with them. will help load groceries into their cars for them. he gets all smiley and stuff when they call him “sweetheart” “honey” “dear” or remark how handsome he is and about his hypothetical girlfriend must be so lucky

he can throw knives with pinpoint accuracy from a pretty impressive distance. he’s a little less accurate with his handgun at long range/with moving targets but HE’S GETTING BETTER

has like a 3.5 ft vertical jump at his best. like why are you a detective when the Lakers need a center

UPDATE.3

lowkey a god at shoulder massages? he’ll meander behind Kunikida at the office and rub his shoulders like a boxing coach trying to warm up his athlete mostly to try to piss him off but Kunikida totally just melts into it after smacking his hands away a couple times. does the same thing to Atsushi but Atsushi just starts fucking purring and almost passes out

I was talking about this with Kal a second ago—but I think he and Ranpo love acting so gay at the office also to piss Kunikida off. they also ask him if they can be allowed to go outside and play

cigarette of choice is a Marlboro Black. I think someone has said/alluded to this before but I can’t remember who. if you’re reading this you’re right

on top of his overflowing piles of iron supplements, I think he also has an unreasonable amount of reusable water bottles. reason being Kunikida again because I just know Dazai doesn’t drink enough water and Kunikida’s always buying him a fancy new cup to try to keep him enthusiastic about being hydrated. it doesn’t work but his favorite one to date is his orange hydroflask (sometimes he brings a vodka soda to work in it. Kunikida is thrilled until he realizes his partner is tipsy) (Kunikida wishes he could fire him)

on that note—other than sake, I think his liquor of choice is vodka. I do not think dark liquor agrees with him but ultimately he will drink whatever gets him drunk. and so ensue the Sunday scaries (and the every other day scaries)

[iris-echos]

My absolute favourite concept about jason todd aka the red hood aka the leader of the biggest gang in gotham aka the guy who took over the gotham underground in like a day is that hes just like... a teenager

Like bruce is 34, dick is 21, cass is 17, tim is 16, duke and steph are 15, damian is 13,

Jason's like 18

He walks into a meeting with a bunch of his guys without the helmet and his goons look at him just without recognition and are like "kid you shouldn't be here we've got curfew for a reason" and jasons just like "???" Until he walks out and walks back in with the helmet and the goons are like "hey boss theres some kid walking around out there ya seen 'im?" And jason just has to stop and regret everything hes ever done ever

Mans cannot legally drink as and you know that while he wasnt doing it on the job he stopped completely once he saw a kid sneak into one of the bars in his territory and he stopped the kid, checked his id, and saw that the kid was older than him but he still told him "you cant do that you gotta be 21"

He wears contour so you cant see the baby fat still on his face okay im done this is just so funny to me

[sinnabarmoth]

Tribute for the Dragon (15/18)

Pairing: Dragon|Sylus x Fem|Reader

Summary: With the rut drawing to a close, you and Sylus look to the future for what this means for you both.

Content Warnings: Adult language. Minor breeding kink. P in V.

Length: 3k

Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (16) (17) (18)

Read on AO3

You soon realized that dragon ruts were not for the faint of heart. The next week of your life was the most exhausted you had ever been. Every single day, multiple times a day, Sylus found you wherever you were and fucked you within an inch of your life. He had cooled off a little, able to push aside the lustful haze to offer you some respite the longer it went on.

But that first day had been the most feral he had gotten. You hadn’t left the hoard room until late into the evening and that was just because you absolutely needed more food than what he scrounged up from the kitchen between rounds. Thankfully the entire rut didn’t need to take place in the hoard room so you at least got the cushion of the bed back to make things a little more comfortable.

You were also shocked at how sweet he was during the whole thing. Despite how rough things got and how filthy he spoke, he would always be there to help ease you back down. And if you really didn’t want to have sex, if you were just too sore for anymore he didn’t push you.

In between rounds you’d lay together and talk about what your future child was going to be like. “And you’re sure I’m not going to end up laying an egg?”

Sylus chuckled. “Yes. You won’t lay an egg.”

“But the woman who birthed you--”

“Was cursed and her womb magically altered to be able to lay a dragon egg. You are not cursed and because I am at least half human you should have a normal live birth.” Sylus assured you, “Although, the state of the baby is uncertain.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, when I was born I looked almost entirely human except for my eyes and as I got older the scales and tail and horns grew in. The children will most likely be the same way. But I do not know what all they may grow. Some might have horns and tails and wings and scales, others may not. Maybe one grows horns and scales but no tail. Maybe another grows wings but no claws. I cannot say for sure.”

“At least I don’t have to worry about little claws or horns complicating things when they come out.” you touched your stomach. You looked back at him. “Do you want to try one more time?”

His smile sharpened. “You bounced back quick this time. Alright then, come here.” He sat up in the bed. He pulled you across his lap, your back pressed to his chest.

He receded the armor around his hands with a small groan. “Sylus, I know it hurts you don’t have to--”

“I want to be able to play with your pussy a little before hand. The pain is temporary and not important.” he dipped his now clawless hand between your legs, the soft pad of his fingers swirling over your clit.

You reclined your head back on his shoulder as little blips of pleasure heated your body. “That’s it,” he said, “Always so responsive to me.”

He removed his hand from your pussy and sucked the juices from his fingers. You whined at the loss but you only got a dark chuckle in response. “Do not worry, little bird. You’ll get my hand and much more back in a minute. But right now, I need you to do something.”

He caressed your arms and lifted them up and behind you before curling them around his horns. “Hold onto these while I play with you and do not let go. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” he sighed, feeling how tightly you were gripping his horns.

You thought he was going to go back to your pussy but instead he moved slowly, his hands gliding up and down your body at a lazy pace. He traced every dip and curve with his hands as if memorizing every inch of your body by touch alone. His mouth kissed down the column of your neck and to your shoulders. When his mouth landed on the faint mark of your mating bite he suck his teeth into your soft exposed skin. Arousal pooled between your legs as he continued to caress and tease you.

You could feel him getting hard underneath you. The hard ridge of flesh was hot and curved back to rest on your folds. You tried to grind against it but he pulled your hips back to keep them still. “Not yet.” his breath was hot in your ear, “I want you ready to burst when I put it in.”

He continued to strum your body, plucking at your most sensitive spots but without any of the relief you sought. It seemed wholly unfair that he could be so patient during a rut. Wasn’t he supposed to throw you to the bed and fuck you until you were screaming in a fit of lust filled rage? How come he was teasing you?

“Someone’s pouting.” he turned your face to his. “What do you want, little bird? What can I do to make that frown go away.”

“You can put your dick in me. That’d be a nice start.” you batted your eyelashes at him. “Please master?”

“Calling me master while I’m in rut,” he growled, biting your neck again. “Do you think that a wise decision?”

“I think it’ll get me what I want.” you smirked. “So please, will you put your dick in me and breed my pussy, master?”

“That dirty trick won’t work forever.” Sylus muttered angrily as he lifted your hips up.

“I just need it to work now.”

“Becoming my mate made you such a brat.” he hissed as he lowered you down onto his cock. “There, you have your precious dick snug in that tight little pussy. If you want it bred though, you have to work for it.”

“But--”

“You expect your master to do all the work? That’s what you’re here for. Now get moving but don’t move your hands. Keep them wrapped around my horns.” he cupped your breasts and pinched and pulled at your nipples.

You began shaking your hips, pulling yourself up and down on his lap. His cock slid against your walls, sending bursts of ecstasy into your brain while he played with your breasts. He had sufficiently worked you up enough that you felt like you could come right then.

“You feel so good, wildfire.” he moaned into your neck. “This is exactly where I want you forever. Fucking yourself on my cock, trying to make me come. Cause that’s what you want, right? You want me to come. You want me to come inside you and breed this pretty pussy of yours?”

“Yes!” you clamped down on him tighter. “Yes Sylus! I want it! I need it!”

“I know you do.” he groaned, drawing in a sharp breath as you sped up. “You make me wanna come, wildfire. Just keep bouncing yourself on my dick.”

One of his hands trailed down your stomach and found your clit, adding to the sensations that were already overloading your body. “I won’t come until you do.” he said. “So if you want my cum you have to come for me, wildfire. Come on you master’s cock and he’ll give you what you want. What you need.”

“Ha…ha…ah fuck!” you forced your hips to move faster, chasing a release so close yet just out of reach. Your hands were cramping holding onto Sylus’s horns. The tighter you held them the heavier his breathing got.

“Sylus…” you whimpered. You were so close. “Sylus please!”

“Right here. I’m right here.” he craned your head back to kiss you. “You can do it. Just come for me.” he rubbed your clit faster, his other hand squeezed your breast.

“Sylus!” you moaned against his lips as you both came. He smothered the moan with another kiss, panting against your lips.

“So good. You are so fucking good, wildfire.” he pressed a kiss to your jaw.

Your arms fell to your sides as you relaxed against him. He rubbed at your shoulders, relieving the ache that had grown there. He moved you back so you were laying side by side on the bed again.

You took several deep breaths to center yourself, grounding yourself by nuzzling into Sylus’s chest. “Hey, not that this hasn’t been a lot of fun but how much longer is this rut going to last? I’m getting exhausted.”

Sylus rolled his eyes. “You were the one that tackled me into bed this morning, not the other way around.” he reminded you. “I think you forget that your libido is just as bad, if not worse than mine can be.”

“Fine. I admit it. But really, do you think we’re any closer to knowing if I’m pregnant or not?” you stared up at him with wide eyes.

“Oh my sweet little bird,” he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “If you had let me speak this morning instead of dragging me back into bed I would have been able to tell you that you already are.”

“What?”

“You’re pregnant. I could smell the change this morning. That’s why I originally came in here. I was going to tell you after you had a chance to wake up a little more.” he was smiling the widest you had ever seen him.

“I’m really…” tears sprang to your eyes. “We’re going to have a baby?”

“Yes, we are.”

You wrapped your arms tight around his neck. It was happening! It was really happening!

Oh gods it was happening…you were…with a… You were going to give birth to a little dragon baby. Oh gods. This was actually happening! It wasn’t just a fun roleplay in bed. It was real. You had a little dragon growing in your womb.

“You look panicked. Are you alright?” Sylus asked. “I thought you’d be happy.”

“I am! I am ridiculously happy!” you assured him. “I’m also kinda terrified. In a few months we’re going to have a baby. We’re going to be parents and be in charge of another life. I mean, how do we even do that?”

“We’ll figure it out.”

With your pregnancy confirmed the rut wore off. You were thankful for the respite but now your mind was filled with nothing but preparations for the baby. You weren’t even showing yet and all you could do was make lists of things that needed done.

“Where is the baby going to sleep?” You asked Sylus one afternoon as you sat at the kitchen table, a list of things that needed done in front of you. At the top of the list was make a nursery.

“I suspect they’ll sleep in our room until they’re old enough to move them to their own room. There’s a lot of empty rooms in the mountain. We can fit a whole brood of hatchlings in here.” he kissed the top of your head and went about grabbing a bowl of stew from the large pot over the fire.

“A brood? Exactly how many kids do you want to pump into me?”

“I was thinking at least six or more.” he said with a shrug.

“Six!” you shouted.

“My ideal is nine since it’s a lucky number.” he took in your dumbstruck expression. “What?”

“You are insane if you think I’m going to birth nine kids.” you couldn’t even comprehend having a family that large. “I’ll give you three.”

“Seven.”

Was he haggling the number of kids you were going to have? Fine then. “Maybe four.”

“Five?”

“Four.”

“Alright, four.” he set another bowl of stew done for you. “Make sure to finish that. You’re eating for two now.”

“I know.” you set the list aside. “I need to go into town and do some shopping later, as well as tell my father and friends the news.”

“I’ll take you down whenever you’re ready. Are you nervous at all about telling them?”

“A little. It’s only recently that father came around to you and I’m not sure how he’s going to react. I hope he’ll be happy with the idea of being a grandfather at least.”

“You’re giving him his first grandchild, he’ll be thrilled no matter what.” Sylus assured you.

You grabbed some coins from the hoard room and left with Sylus for the village. Your first stop was to find your father and tell him the news. Sylus walked with you to the house but stayed in the background as you talked to your father. Your father was shocked at first but was soon smiling and congratulating you and Sylus both on your upcoming bundle of joy.

“I’ll have to get started working then.” he said, “I’m going to make a mobile for you to hang over the crib.”

“That sounds wonderful, father. Thank you.” you hugged him again. “I actually came into town to commission the woodworker for the cradle as well as buy some fabric and yarn to make baby clothes. I also need to find Tara and tell her. I know she’s going to be thrilled too.”

“That she will be. Congratulations, sweet pea. I can’t wait to meet them when they’re born.” he gave you a kiss on the cheek and you were on your way.

You left to run your other errands. Sylus was still by your side, looming in the corner wherever you went like a shadow. The village had really come to like him but he was still rather uncomfortable with the attention. He looked like he was going to fly away when you told Tara the news about your pregnancy and had given Sylus a huge hug in her excitement. She had promised to do a reading for your pregnancy as soon as possible and tell her mother so she could make you a perfect baby blanket for the little one.

Your last stop after the fabric shop was the woodworker to commission the cradle. There were some other people there that saw you come in with Sylus and froze. The woodworker looked up though and smiled. “Ah, what can I do for you today?”

“Hello, I came with a very special request. Mind you, I won’t need it for a couple months so take your time but what I really need is a cradle.”

“A cradle?” the woodworker smiled. “Oh my dear girl, you’re having a baby?”

“Yes. Yes I am.”

“Another mighty dragon in the village. What wonderful news.” the woodworker called to Sylus, “How big of a baby do we need to plan for?”

“A regular sized cradle should be fine.” Sylus said. “They shouldn’t be much different from a human baby.”

Sylus looked to his side where a man that had been waiting in the shop was staring at him. You didn’t recognize him immediately but it was a decent sized village, you didn’t have every face memorized. Sylus didn’t seem to appreciate the man’s staring and glared at him. “Do you have something to say to me?”

The man shook his head and took off. While most people in the village were used to Sylus there were some who still didn’t entirely trust him. It was an inevitability but hopefully in the years to come everyone would come to recognize him not as a threat but as a neighbor.

Once everything was done and finished you stopped by to say a final goodbye to your father and returned to the mountain.

You set what you had bought down and started getting preparations ready for dinner. While you were cooking you kept hearing Sylus walking back and forth past the kitchen. What was he doing now? While dinner simmered over the fire you went out to find him.

It was then that you noticed there was a carpet under your feet. That definitely hadn’t been there before. Where had it come from? And there were more carpets! They made a trail down the corridor and into your bedroom. Sylus was in there unrolling another carpet and layering it with the others.

“What are you doing? Where’d all the carpet come from?”

“Ah, yes,” he stood up, “I got to thinking that when the baby is born it’d be best if they had something soft to crawl around on so I’ve been finding whatever rugs I could from the hoard room and laid them out. I may also need to go around the walls and smooth them out so if they run into them they don’t get cut.”

It was endearing watching him worry and fret about how to make the mountain safer for your baby. You hadn’t even been pregnant a month and he was already doing so much. You walked up to him, your feet squishing against the plush carpet, and hugged him. “I’m so glad that our baby is going to have you as a father. I really am.”

His arms closed around you. “I’m the lucky one, really. To have a child with you. Knowing that this child is going to have you as their mother.” he knelt down, his face inches from your stomach. “Your mother is so good, little one. And I am going to love and protect you both for the rest of my life. I swear, nothing bad will ever happen to you so long as I draw breath.”

He kissed your stomach. You ran your hands through his hair, holding him there as he rested his head against you. “I can’t wait to meet our little one too.”

[mochirizu]

A collection of WK headcanons because I can

MARTIN - 28, 5'10, he/him, December 23rd(Capricorn)

BIGGEST heart on the team. Sees good in everybody

He's like if someone gave a golden retriever a human suit.

BANNED from the kitchen he CANNOT COOK at his ancient self

He pulls the 'big brother card' a LOT

He LOVES to sing, but nobody has the heart to tell him he sucks so they just...let him

He loves so easily

Martin makes the stupidest dad jokes

He labels his things with a blue sticker so he can keep his stuff organized... he still loses things

He taught himself Mandarin Chinese out of sheer boredom; he is now almost fluent

He needs people to like him or he will DIE

Do not give him coffee; he will be insane and hyperactive and then go awol for the rest of the day

CHRIS - 24, 5'8, he/him, July 19th(Gemini)

Burned-out gifted kid? Yes

His experiments normally consist of him using Martin as his guinea pig for payback for all the jokes he got pulled on as a kid

Loves cinnamon-flavoured anything

He also has a pretty high spice tolerance

Used to be friends with Zach in preschool, but it stopped not long after that

He climbs trees because he's a sensory seeker.

Chris is an avid tea drinker

He is also the best dancer on the team

Chris was such a geek in high school, he didn't 'glow up' until he was 17

Since the Tazzy incident, Chris occasionally has cravings for raw meat but chalks it up to low-iron

The only one on the team with a consistent sleep schedule

AVIVA -26, 5'5, she/her, April 5th(Aries)

Her dad raised her to be tough and strong, therefore making her a perfectionist and a maniac lol

Aviva loves Hot chocolate with Marshmallows, and watching nostalgic cartoons

She has a nasty habit of comparing herself to others and gets ridiculously insecure when anyone challenges her opinion. She masks it by being defensive and doubling down

Beautiful by default(duh) but she doesn't see it

She has a nasty older brother who was the stem of all her insecurities

She found a grey hair once and cried

She was cheer captain in high school, hence her athleticism

Aviva is messy as hell. Like, more messy than Martin.

She also dislikes mud

The worst dancer on the crew(I'm sorry), but she's the most talented singer

NEVER lets her hair down, it gets in the way too much.

KOKI - 27, 5'4, she/they, Feburary 13th(Aquarius)

Raised by a single dad(parents divorced)

Grew up basically rich, but was kept humble

Koki's uncle taught her mechanics before he passed away when she was in middle school

She had a pet canary named Booboo

She has pent-up anger issues

LOVES Zytago music as her family comes from New Orleans

She 100% has muscles and biceps. Martin is jealous

"No, I'm not gay. Everyone wants to kiss their girlfriends at some point....right?"

When it comes to cooking, she's Jimmy's sous-chef

HATES being in tight or confined spaces

Wants to style her hair in something else other than a single puff, but always gets busy before she can book an appointment with a stylist

JIMMY - 25, 5'9, he/they/doesn't care, August 20th(Leo)

Had a very normal childhood. Like, eerily normal.

Has a younger brother and an older sister and they are ALL GINGER.

Everyone in his family is a Ginge except for his mom

Jimmy can speak nearly fluent Korean because he took a gap year in South Korea after High School.

He studied software engineering but dropped out to attend culinary school instead

He is the COOKING MASTER EVER

His family is secretly wealthy as FUCK

He has his own power suit, just never uses it

Had an emo phase

Jimmy's full name is James Coleman Benedict Zeigler

Grandma Jimmena has a bunch of random stories from her childhood and they are all UNHINGED

[very-straight-blog]

Many things in this fandom and show puzzle me, but one of the most odd ones to me is the reaction the general public had to Lucerys' death "He was just a baby! Aemond is such a monster! Lucerys was literally just an innocent child!"

Like- I mean, I consider myself team black ig, and I was sad for Luke's death but also ... Aren't these kids kind of all of the same age?

Now, correct me if I am mistaken, but isn't Aegon around 19 (some sources on the internet say even 18? Which seems a bit too young to be believable with the actors-), which makes Helena around 17 which then makes Aemond like 16? Like- yeah Luke was 14, but a mere 2 years difference doesn't seem enough to me to proclaim one a "defenceless innocent baby" and the other "a full grown adult merciless murderer".

I literally had classmates who were 2 years older than me when I was 14/15 because they were repeating the year or whatever, truly, a couple of years don't make THAT much of a difference in maturity. Like yeah, maybe visual wise, the actors look to have a much bigger age gap, but just because a teenager looks "older" physically doesn't mean he is any less of a teenager.

I also don't like the insistence of making Lucerys a "child". Like- yeah, he totally was, but also, is kind of hypocrite ppl then go around claiming that Aemond "deserved it" when he got his eye cut out (and he was even younger than Luke!).

"oh but Aemond stole Vaghar!"

Is literally impossible to STEAL a dragon, especially the biggest dragon alive! If she doesn't like you, she will burn you to a crisp, you cannot force her to do anything at all. Would it have been more "tactful" for him to wait and to claim her in the morning after warning the adults? Sure, but he was also A CHILD? A bullied one at that, ofc he saw his opportunity and he took it! You cannot blame a child for forgetting to be "tactful" or acting on a whim.

Also, people are acting like Lucerys' is the sweetest angel ever. Did we forget he also made fun of Aemond? "Oh but he was just a little kid copying his older brother, cannot blame him for not being tactful" But Aemond, also a child, doesn't get the free pass for not being tactful! I was also a child, and I never made fun of anyone, even if I saw others doing so. Did we forget he literally cut his eye out? Yeah, it was in defense of Jace, but also, is not like after doing it he felt regret or remorse for it. He could have pushed Aemond, or punched him, or kicked him, yeah it wouldn't have taken him down, but would have been enough for him to drop the rock.

Tho, I understand we cannot blame a child for acting impulsively and without tact. He was merely copying the defending the big brother he loves so much.

THEN WHY DID HE LAUGH AT AEMOND'S FACE DURING THE DINNER? Jace was trying to be civil, why wasn't Lucerys copying him then? Now he is old enough to understand bullying is wrong (especially considering he should relate to Aemond? Considering how inferior he feels due not feeling up to standard as lord of the tides). He is also old enough to understand maybe cutting out his eyes warrants some kind of apology-

But NOT- he just laughs at his face! And then gets offended when called a "Strong boy"! And ppl justify him as if he never did anything to warrant Aemond's dislike of him!

Make it make sense!

Sorry for the ramble lol

I can't say for sure if you're right about their age, I don't think the screenwriters themselves know how old their characters are lol.

You know what the problem is, everyone can "just be a kid." Everyone can make mistakes, act on emotions and make rash decisions. Everyone, but not Aemond. If four children are the first to attack one, knock him to the ground and kick him - oh, but he was rude to them, and the girls' mother died, they could be upset! However, Aemond couldn't be rude without thinking, when he had just claimed the world's largest dragon and felt (for the first time in his life) stronger than his abusers. No, he did it on purpose! If Luke cuts out Aemond's eye, it's just a mistake, he was protecting his brother! But Aemond, of course, wanted to kill them (all four of them, yeah) in cold blood with a stone, and not defend himself. It always works only one way.

And Luke wasn't a child at the time of his death, not by Westeros standards. He was literally sent to negotiate like an adult. If you want to judge by modern standards, they were both teenagers.

Some TB fans like to howl that we love the characters because of their looks, but it's amazing how quickly big eyes and a plaintively open mouth can make them forget what a person has done.

[littlecrittereli]

Hello, me again, your Guardianship AU has latched onto my brain and won’t let go so I have more questions

First, how much does Chris know about the CPS hounding Martin? Does he understand that there’s a real possibility he could be removed from his brother’s custody? In the comic you made, when they were younger, Chris was pretty oblivious about it all (mostly cause Martin didn’t wanna worry him and didn’t tell him any details) but now that he’s a bit older, has he picked up on certain things? ‘Cause you’ve also mentioned that the AU has decent resemblance to Lilo & Stitch, but in that movie Lilo seems very aware of their situation which isn’t the case for Martin and Chris, especially because Martin’s personality is pretty opposite to Nani.

Second, and I totally get it if you don’t know, I’m just an over-thinker, but how would the parents have died in your AU? Because I can see the cause of death being pretty traumatizing depending on what it is, especially for Martin who was old enough to understand what was going on followed by the responsibility of raising his younger brother who is basically the only family he has left. Maybe even for Chris, though as you mention he was too young and doesn’t remember them much anymore.

Once again, love your AUs, Guardianship AU is clearly my favorite but I’m a sucker for sibling dynamics, especially the trope “brothers-against-the-world”.

Chris is definitely more aware of Child Protective Services than he was when he was a kid. They aren’t AS much of a threat anymore which is why Chris isn’t really worried about them. Martin has custody of him, and he just gets evaluated every so often to make sure he’s taking care of Chris and providing him a healthy and stable environment. (CPS is very concerned about chris traveling in the Tortuga but mostly leave them alone now) Martin definitely gets hella stressed when these evaluations come along, but he’s been doing this dance with CPS for so long by that point he’s not as worried. When he was 17, and freshly emancipated he was fightin for his life in those courtrooms 💀

Chris knows about it now, but in his eyes, Martin is the best guardian ever? He cannot fathom the idea of Martin being an “unfit guardian” so he can’t even imagine a situation where CPS would have a reason to take him. Which is also a small point of tension for them? Because on one hand Martin is glad his brother isn’t worried and trusts him, but also feels frustrated by Chris not taking it seriously or understanding the weight of it like he does.

But Chris is honestly more worried about Martin getting sick of having to drag him around and giving up custody of him. But those are repressed emotions to unpack for another day.

And I don’t actually have a reassonnn for the parents death yet. In the hypothetical fanfiction that I have not written yet, I don’t want to explicitly state it. Its something they dont like to talk about. And they probably get really nervous/jittery around any subjects related to the cause. I’m leaning more towards something like a car accident. Something that could happen to anyone, but also very tragic. It’s technically not decided for sure though! So im open to any suggestions at the moment.

[sammy-justvibing]

This is meant to steer away from the canon, as well as be my own opinion on what their ages are.

It's been around two (or three?) weeks after Ava got sick from the spell pool. Rhys told them specifically NOT to the spell pool for a while.

Yet here Leif was, back on his bullshit and dragging Noi and Pierce down with him.

Leif hanged from his vines above the spell pool, Noi sits next to one of the pillars and Pierce leans against the wall next to the entrance, watching for either Asch or Rhys.

Earlier, Leif said something stupid about "age equals more knowledge", and it had spiraled into a full on debate between him and Noi, each trying to prove their own point.

"Ok- but the older you are, the more experience you have, and therefore you have more knowledge!" Leif's voice became slightly louder, passion being to take over and slowly lost sight of reasoning.

Noi however, didn't exactly see the same way. "But what if you aren't more experienced? By your logic, a 35 year old with minimum experience would be dumber than a 25 year old with lots of experience."

"No-! Ok, ok. Maybe you need an example." "Like who?" "Like me~" Noi could help but laugh a bit at Leif's statement, but he was dead serious.

"QUIT LAUGHING! I can be used as an example! I'm 19, and a fucking assassin! I can be proof that age can equal smarts."

"Leif-" Noi shifts a bit, getting up from where he was sitting " I'm 20-" "YOU'RE 20?!" "Yeah. How old did you think I was?"

Leif just stares at Noi in confused awe. To be completely honest, he thought he would be a lot younger. But no, he's a year OLDER than Leif.... wait-

"Then what about Pierce? He's an ex-milltary general. Surely he's a good example." ......

Silence. No response from Pierce, just a look that says a lot more than it ever should. Noi looks at Pierce, then at Leif, then back at Pierce. "Did you not tell him?"

"Tell me what?" ......

"Pierce?" "Hm?" "Didn't you tell him?"

"Tell me what???" At this point, Leif was much more than confused. Not only was noi being vague, Pierce wasn't even responding. It was becoming frustrating trying to predict what Noi was going to tell him.

Noi finally turns back to Leif, clearing his throat. "Uh, Leif?" "Yeah? What could be such a big deal that you had to hesi-" "Pierce is 17."

".....Wha- what?"

Noi glances at Pierce, who looks away from Leif's sudden stare. "Pierce is 17. He was just raised in the military."

...."Who let you in there????"

"That-...." Pierce looks away again, struggling to meet Leif's gaze. "That is classified information. I cannot tell you that."

Leif finally came down from his vines, but not fast enough to see Pierce leave the room. He turns to Noi for ANY more information on why something let a 17 year old be a military general, but Noi only shrugs.

"I don't know if they thought about it that much. Frankly, even I didn't think about it very much until you brought it up just now."

..."How many people know?"

"About what?"

"About Pierce being 17."

"Oh, well....you and me. I think Prince Asch, but he's always treated Pierce like an adult, so I'm not confident in that."

..."Great."

Noi glares at Leif with a puzzled look. "What do you mean 'great'?"

"This is blackmail."

"Leif I swear to fucking INERE-"

Leif dashes out into the hallway, with Noi following quickly. Pierce watches them both pass by, knowing that Leif shouldn't know his age but also knowing that no one would believe him.

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - April 28 - Week 17

Hello, friends, hopefully you had a great week! Here’s what I read this week--I revisited a favorite by Sineala. Check it out and be sure to leave comments/kudos if you enjoy it! 

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Safe Haven by gottalovev, zappedbysnow

It's been three months since the Battle of New York. Four since Steve woke up in the future. Everything is still too fast, too bright, too glib. And then, as if it wasn't enough, Steve is dragged through a portal into an alternate universe. Other Him is happy, though, and that feels like hope.

my thoughts: I love Steve realizing he could and should be happy. The hope that he was given by someone else is just--so lovely to me.

Cicada Days by Captain_Panda

The serum's failing. Overwhelmed by the implications, Steve runs.

Tony Stark catches up to him. And then he puts his foot on the gas pedal.

Because nothing says summer love like a road trip.

my thoughts: come for the angst and stay for ironbound the shark. This has been on my tbr for a while because i KNEW it would hurt me, and it did. And it was lovely.

he's written mine on my upper thigh by meidui

If Tony really wanted to set boundaries, he wouldn’t be picking up Steve’s call this late at night.

If he didn’t want this ill-advised romp with Steve to go any further, he wouldn’t have been on his couch reading a book Steve left behind the one night Morgan is away at a sleepover; he would be on a date with someone his age, someone who isn’t his goddamn babysitter.

my thoughts: i'm obsessed with the way that meidui writes babysitter!Steve. He's so needy and lovely and unapologetic in his devotion to Tony, and Tony 'trying to do the right thing' Stark needs to just get onboard.

the only love i haven't screwed up by meidui

When Steve wakes up from the ice, there’s somebody waiting for him. He's handsome, and older, and he tells Steve that they're soulmates and he's waited all his life to find him.

my thoughts: the way that this soulmate fic plays out is heartbreaking and lovely.

Thrust Issues by Sineala for phoenixmetaphor

A battle gone wrong leads Tony to the unexpected and pleasant discovery that Steve is much more well-endowed than he could ever have imagined. But when Tony learns that Steve has never actually been able to sleep with anyone because of his size, Tony does what any good friend would do: he offers to relieve Steve of his virginity. Personally. Tony's determined, Tony's methodical, and Tony has a plan. He's going to get Steve laid. Tony just needs to make sure Steve never finds out that Tony's in love with him.

my thoughts: Sineala always hits just right with her Steve and Tony and I absolutely adored my reread of this one, how Steve is trying so hard to make this MORE and how Tony just--cannot fathom that Steve would ever want to date him. The 'you're straight' scene is honestly so fantastic.

[jisunghannie]

Jealousy Wins

PAIRING: Felix x fem!reader

WARNING: minors DNI with this post. This post has explicit content. This is written for entertainment purposes, and I cannot predict every interaction with this post.

SUMMARY: You were jealous that Felix was gaining more female attention by each song he sung in (literally every song they post), and wanted to make your mark on Felix so that way the next time anyone saw him they would think twice.

WORD COUNT: 3,021

A/N:

`○°.• ✿ •.°○` = Timeskip

-ah is used to describe someone younger

This is my first attempt at writing smut. I apologize if it's not good, but I will work on it!

This story contains swearing, praise, reader who is Han's younger sister, pet names, etc!

You were Jisung's younger sister. You guys were a year apart, so not too far apart in age. Your older brother had joined a kpop group when he was 13 or 14 when he became a trainee, then debuted at age 17. After your brother's 2nd year as a trainee, you met Lee Felix. Soon, Seungmin and Jeongin or I.N came as well. Who were all incoming trainees as well. Over time, you got used to having Felix around as he was closer in age with Jisung, given they were only a day apart.

You remembered vividly on your brother's 17th birthday, it was 11:58. After singing happy birthday, he blew out his candles. Then the clock struck midnight as you lit Felix's candles. After singing happy birthday, he blew out his candles. They were both now 17. The laughs you 3 shared that night were wondrous. Also, you would've never forgotten that night because that was the night that you fell in love with Felix.

As you looked at him with adoration in your eyes he smiled and looked at you, "Is there something on my face?" He asked as you shook your head. "Sorry, no, just admiring this moment with you two." You said as Felix laughed. "Just wait until your birthday angel." He said as you felt butterflies in your stomach flutter as he called you that. You weren't one for pet names ever but Felix was an exception.

`○°.• ✿ •.°○`

It was your 19th birthday and after you blew your candles out. Felix told you to wait as he walked out to get your gift. When he returned it was a poster that said, 'Happy 19th, Let's celebrate 2 things tonight. Be my girlfriend?' You covered your mouth in awe at the poster as you gave him a hug.

"Yes! Yes! I'll be your girlfriend!" You said as you guys finally shared your first kiss. As you kissed, you heard Jisung make a disgusted noise. "Warning next time!" He said, his hands covering his eyes now as both you and Felix laughed.

`○°.• ✿ •.°○`

It has been a long 3 years in your relationship with Felix. Of course you guys had your ups and downs in a relationship. But that wasn't your main concern. After he was given lyrics which caused him to use his deeper range of vocals, he gained a large media following and a bunch of personal stay fangirls.

You were used to seeing a bunch of girls in his message requests, but he always reassured you that he only had eyes for you but some of them were just too pretty for him to just ignore. You knew that. Maybe you were just insecure but you wanted to somehow prove that you were better than those girls. After all, it was a competition.

You saw how some girl tried getting all touchy with him at their most recent event and you were upset. So you wanted a way to get back at her. You were petty to say the least but that was your boyfriend and you were going to enjoy it. You don't know what came over you but you really wanted to make a bold move on your boyfriend. It had been a full 3 years in your relationship with Felix and you guys haven't engaged in anything serious. The most skinship-like thing you guys have ever done was most likely the time you made out in a game of seven minutes in heaven. You wanted more than that. You won't lie that in previous years you touched yourself to the thought of your boyfriend but never brought yourself to talk about it because you were genuinely embarrassed. So that became your dirty secret.

However, wanting to take it to the next stage in your relationship you knew you had to take the initiative and act first in order to get what you wanted. You wanted Felix. A night of passion but you didn't want to be too blunt about it so you came up with a plan. A proposal. That would've changed everything between the two of you. After all, he was your first love and you were his. This plan would have made you his first time too and vice versa with you.

"Lixie. Let's have a game night tomorrow, you and me. Loser has to do whatever the winner asks." Felix smiled. "Anything?" He said with his deep voice as he wore a mischievous smirk. "I don't like that smirk nor that tone of voice. But yes anything." You said as he looked at you. "What game love?" He asked, innocently enough. "Hmm I'm debating between strip poker or truth or dare." You said as Felix looked dejected. "Please do truth or dare... I'm horrible at poker..." He begged. "And if I don't..?" You said as he walked over to you leaving small kisses on your neck. "Please.. for me angel..?" He asked, his face relaxed on your shoulder. How could you say no to that. "Fine..." You blushed, "Only for tomorrow." You said as he smiled, kissing your head.

The next day you spent the whole day trying to pick out a lingerie set that you thought Felix would like. You settled for a white and baby blue lingerie set. You genuinely hoped Felix would've liked it.

When you got back home it was 7 pm. You didn't realize that you took the whole day picking out 1 set of lingerie, you left at 10 am. But to be fair you had to run errands to get makeup, get groceries, buy new sheets because you were hoping that they were going to be ruined by the end of the night and a few other things.

You had done your makeup so now it was time to wear the lingerie. You put it on. But it was squeezing you like crazy. Did you grab a size too small? When you looked in the mirror it shaped you out well but you could hardly move in it. As you walked back to your shared room. You walked in and saw a very surprised Felix.

"Wow... love... I... is that for... woah..." Felix couldn't even speak. He eyed you up and down as if you were some eye candy. "Y/n is that... is that for me..?" He asked as he looked at you with needy eyes. You realized that the game night idea had failed. Miserably.

"Not until later but yes..." You said embarrassed that he caught you looking like that. "Can it be now..?" He asked, walking over to you holding your hips. "It's been a long day..." He said almost whining. "Not yet love, I said later." You said as he clung onto you, kissing your exposed shoulders up to your jawline. "Please..?" He begged, "You look so pretty in that..." He praised.

You kept telling him no as he begged you over and over again.

"Besides I have to change, it's not comfortable." You said your back facing him as he hugged you from behind. Whispering in your ear. "I can take it off if you just give me the okay angel..." He said huskily as you felt your ears burn red. "Lixie!" You said embarrassed smacking his head that tested on your shoulder.

"I'm serious y/n..." He said, grabbing your wrist, "Please... I want you.. no, I need you..." He whined, kissing your hand, practically making out with your hand. You blushed at the sight trying to pull your hand away but you knew it was pointless. You were going to have to give in at one point but didn't think it would be so soon.

"Felix... stop it..." You said quietly as he picked up on your tone he was satisfied. "Please angel..? Can I see your pretty body..?" He asked you.

You guys had spent 3 years in a relationship and not once have you seen each other naked, you've seen him shirtless and he's seen you in a bikini but fully naked? Never. Not once have you guys showered together or have had any sexual experiences. The most you guys have done is left hickeys on each other and made out. You touched yourself to the thought of Felix and maybe he has touched himself to the thought of you but of course, even if he has why would he tell you because you sure as hell wouldn't have told him.

"No Felix... what if you regret it..?" You said slightly insecure. As you said that you felt something against you. You blushed and made a sound of surprise. Felix smirked as he whispered in your ear, "How can you say I'll regret it when you have me reacting like this..?" He was getting too needy and wanted you badly. You blushed, speechless at what he just said as you were still trying to process everything.

"Please..? I promise I'll be a good boy and be gentle. I've watched enough videos and done my own studying to know..." He said as you blushed and turned to him. "God Felix, how horny can you get?! I don't even think I'm as bad as you..." You said as he gave a deep chuckle. "Let's just say I know a few more things than you'd expect." He said.

Your so-called innocent, angel-like boyfriend wasn't as sweet and pure as you thought. Matter of fact, he was a horny and sure as hell sexy male. You didn't want to admit it but desperation was a good look on him. Seeing him beg and want you was definitely something. You enjoyed the show but it was definitely shocking.

"Fine, but you need to lead me through it, I don't know how to do anything." You said embarrassed, not believing you guys were actually doing this. "With pleasure." Felix said with a seductive tone. Next thing you knew you were kissing on your bed with him on top of you. He was shirtless and you were still in full lingerie.

"You're so pretty... all for me too..." Felix said admiring your state. You were embarrassed and tried to cover up. He chuckled and grabbed your hands and interlocked your fingers with his. "Don't cover yourself please... you look so pretty..." He praised. You didn't know why but whenever he called you pretty you felt yourself go crazy.

"Lixie... this is so embarrassing..." You said still not processing your guys' situation. He caressed your cheek. "I can always stop if you want. Just tell me okay love..?" He reassured you as he went back to kissing you. You knew dressed like this that it was pointless to fight against him if he wasn't expecting something out of it.

Noticing you were still embarrassed he moved his hands and kissed down your body until he reached down to the piece of fabric covering your most sensitive spot. Felix looked at you for confirmation if he could take it off. You nodded slightly as Felix hummed. He took it off and placed your legs on each of his shoulders.

"I'm going to start so let me know if I should stop or where you want me to go." He said as you felt his tongue against your core, you felt your breath hitch as he started to eat you up as if you were his favorite meal. You grabbed the sheets not knowing why it felt so good.

As he began to lick and suck your clit he thrusted his finger inside you which caused a whiny moan from you. Felix loved that reaction you had as you could feel him smile against you. "God Lixie... your finger are... their fucking... oh my god..." You moaned out, tightening against his fingers.

Hearing that he started to increase the pace of his thrusts. Which caused you to moan and squeal.

"Felix..! Fuck... wait... wait..!" You felt something in your stomach being built up. "Hmm?" He hummed in response. "My stomach... it feels funny..." You said as he smirked and began to go even faster. "You're close then baby..." He said kissing your clit.

He continued with this as you felt immense pleasure rush through your body. Once your orgasm came you felt your whole body give out as you came. Felix smirked as he felt your climax around his fingers. He pulled his fingers out, licking them in front of you.

"You taste amazing..." He said as you panted, out of breath. He then took off his pants and threw them to the floor. You looked at his bulge through his boxers. To say the least. He was endowed down there. He then pulled off his boxers to reveal his hard cock. You couldn't pull your eyes off of it. He shyly smiled at your face looking at him.

"Can I take off the rest?" He asked as you nodded. He proceeded and took off your bra and stockings. Leaving you completely naked along with him. He admired your body as he ran his fingers along your stomach. "You're so pretty..." He said kissing your breasts gently. "And this is all mine..." He said smiling. You were even more embarrassed as you covered your face. He moved your hands and kissed them. "Don't be shy, you're just such a sight for sore eyes, I can't believe I didn't see you like this sooner..." He said as you blushed even more. He chuckled at your reaction.

"Don't say things like that Felix..." You said quietly but he loved it. He kissed your neck and slowly up to your jawline until he reached your ear. "Can I put it in now..?" He whispered, sounding incredibly needy. You felt your core pulsate as you looked at him. His eyes are full of desire and lust. You felt so weak when he looked at you like that. "Just be gentle..." You requested as he kissed your cheek in response.

He positioned himself as you looked at him waiting. He smacked his hard cock against your core, feeling it hit your clit a few times earning a few whimpers. "I'm going to put it in now..." He said as you nodded. "If you feel any pain, tell me immediately. You hummed in response as he slowly thrusted inside. You felt him slowly enter inside you as you gasped at the feeling. "Only the tip is in, is it too much..?" He asked worryingly. "No... k-keep going..." You said clutching onto the sheets. He continued to thrust inside you. You felt yourself get more and more full. "Everything is in... you're doing so good baby..." He praised as he saw your eyes closed and you biting your lower lip to keep quiet. He went down to you and kissed your lips. "I won't move until it feels good for you too... so let me know when it's okay to move..." He said as you nodded.

As you guys kissed the time away he enjoyed playing with your breasts and after a while you felt yourself get used to his length. "I'm ready... you can start moving..." You said as he nodded, holding your hands to the side of your head as he began to thrust slowly and overtime getting faster and faster.

You felt so good as he kissed you and felt pleasure throughout your whole body. You didn't know that Felix was capable of making you feel this much pleasure. And just then he hit a certain spot which made you give a high pitched moan while kissing. "Right there please Lixie..! Oh god..!" You moaned as Felix listened and kept hitting that spot. You felt your body get shock waves all over from just him hitting that one spot.

You started to tighten and that's when he knew you were close. "Come on baby... show me how I make you feel..." He whined as he began to thrust even faster. After a few more thrusts you came on his cock. You scratched his back leaving deep marks. He pulled out and came on your stomach.

"Holy shit y/n you were so tight I didn't even know if I was going to be able to pull out." Felix said as you blushed and looked away. "Don't say things like that!" You said, full of embarrassment.

He smiled as he picked you up and placed you in the bath. "I'll clean up, just take a bath and once I'm done I'll join you." You smiled realizing that this will be your guys' first time bathing with each other.

After a few minutes. Felix came in with 2 towels and 2 changes of clothes as he joined you inside the bath. "I'll wash your hair, turn around." He said as he washed your hair. No wonder why his hair was so nice, the way he scrubbed your scalp could've made you fall asleep right there. He then rinsed out the soap and after you washed his hair. You guys emptied the bath water, dried yourselves, and changed for bed.

"Good night angel.." He said kissing your forehead.

"Good night lover.." You said looking into his eyes as you both slowly drifted off to sleep.

`○°.• ✿ •.°○`

He had to perform on stage within the next week. But because of the back scratches being so deep they barely healed when he came back. When he changed everyone saw them and of course not being able to see his back, he thought they healed.

"Holy crap Felix, what did you and y/n-ah do..." Changbin said, looking at Felix's back.

"That looks nasty... it looks like it hasn't healed yet..." Chan said as a very angry Jisung arose.

"I expect that you were aware of the situation you were in when or if I found out?" Jisung said with a stern tone which scared the crap out of Felix.

"Yes, yes..." Felix said as Jisung sighed.

"Just make sure she's happy and I won't come for your throat." He said walking off.

Felix's outfit barely covered the marks and when the stays saw it they went crazy.

'Good. That'll show them.' You thought.

[readychilledwine]

do you ever feel awkward writing for Eris? I saw your poll about doing an SJM bad guys week, so I'm guessing not.

Warning - This is going to become SJM critical. Please know I am not anti any of these characters. I am, however, critical of SJM as a long-time fantasy reader.

You answered your own question in your ask there, friend.

I do not have issues writing for Eris. The main issue the fandom has with him is the situation with Mor, and here's my stance on that:

We have an issue with the timeline around this incident, so I will make my judgement call when SJM does her eventual retcon and fixes it.

We know Eris is younger than Mor and Rhys, who are around the same age. Mor was sold to Autumn as Eris's bride at the tender age of 17. When Helion is giving us his gorgeous monolog talking about his love for Momma Autumn, we find out that she and Beron were married young and had barely been married for two decades around the start of the first war. Meaning Eris was around 19 at the time.

This passage from Rhys is a little hazy and unclear, but from how I and several other people took it, he was around 28 at the start of that war, meaning Mor was also around 27 to 28. That makes Mor at least 8 to 9 years older than Eris. Meaning, he potentially was a LITERAL child when he and Mor were engaged. He would have been around the age of 7 to 9 and already had the mindset to fear Beron.

This where I am going to look SJM critical. She is great at a few things, creating plotholes by retconing, and fucking up timelines due to her retconing.

Let's say she retcons to correct that issue. We still know Eris is younger than Mor by a year or two. So, let's say he was 15 to 16. At 15 to 16 years old, I want you to think about what you would have done in this situation:

You are a young prince or princess. Your father is a known abuser and racist. You all have just found out your betrothed has sullied themselves with a person your father considers below all of you, and you know it was done to get out of a marriage she did not want to be in. You and your men find her on the border of your father's court, beaten and with a nail in her womb. Here are your options:

1. You take her back to your father, the known racist and abuser. Thus making her, in reality, his problem. You have witnessed how your father likes to handle his problems. You also know he's angry and embarrassed this female made the choice to sleep with a lesser born bastard Illyrian over marry his high fae princeling.

2. You cannot risk touching her, so leave her somewhere her friends can find her without risking her or them having to enter Autumn. This will allow her to go home, where she is safe, and heal.

In both scenarios, Eris could not win. He either took Mor to his father and risked her death and was blamed for that, or he left her knowing her friends were more than likely coming and be blamed for that as well. He was now the villain in Mor's story regardless of what actions he took, and he was that villain as a teen. A literal child. As a child he picked to allow Morrigan life. To allow her to live without being trapped the way he and his mother are.

Eris, in theory, made a selfless choice. He made the choice to damn himself and his reputation for the sake of Mor and as he says, it cost him..

As for me being willing to write other SJM bad guys-

It is perfectly normal and acceptable in every other fandom to be attracted to the bad guys and to write dark fanfiction about them. You see it all time in Tolkien, Harry Potter, and (grossly since they are all children) it has resurged in the Percy Jackson fandom. Please have several seats and let me, and the several other people who are excited for it, enjoy my little story about Pollux, my reader, and his heavy cock that sways to and fro.

It's also, as someone pumping out the amount of content I am right now, really nice to get to write a dark fic with a villain here and there for a change of pace, so thank you to everyone who is supportive and open to me doing that.

[shadows-coffeebeans]

1, 2, 4, 5, 11, 13, 14, 15 (if they were to wear any besides shoes and gloves-), 16, 17, 19, 20, 21~!

Gonna be answering these with all my current fankids cause I barely ever talk about them. Be prepared to read a whole lot O_O

What are their child's/children's name/s?

The fankids I have currently for my Starlight AU are; Starlight (sonadow), Dimout (knuxouge), Phantom & Jazz (part of a future AU for the fankid AU) (infidget), Opal (metamy) and Peri (name's a work in progress) (REDACTED)

I also have a Boom!Shadarry fankid AU (it's actually older than the Starlight AU); Ecliplse (shadarry) and Dani (sticks/amy)

2. Why did you pick those names/that name?

Starlight and Phantom - asked a discord server cause I was stuck on names

Dimout - reminds me of diamond, also just fun to play around with the light/dark theme

Jazz - I was thinking of Princess Jasmine, stuck with the name when i realized i made the siblings Phantom and Jazz >:]

Opal - I thought the name "Opal Rose" was cute

Peri - was thinking "pirouette" cause she looks like a dancer to me, like i said though, I might change the name eventually

Eclipse - Thought it was fun

Dani - Dani Phantom, also a name i might change

4. Having this/these character/s as their parents, how did it affect them?

Starlight - I feel like Sonic and Shadow would be pretty hands off which left Starlight to have to learn things on his own via trial and error, he has fun though - He's homeschooled by Amy as he doesn't exist in the eyes of the law and they've been putting off getting him an official birth certificate

Dimout - Knuckles is training Dimout to be able to guard the Master Emerald. Dimout doesn't care much for training but feels the pressure to do so and live up to what he thinks are Knuckles' standards. Rouge is often doing GUN missions but when she's with Dimout she tries spoiling him to make up for it. She's his hype man, hypes him up no matter what he's doing (much to Dimout's embarrassment).

Jazz & Phantom - Gadget tries his best, not great but not bad either. Infinite likes to go on long tangents about his old power and his hatred for Shadow (cause i think it's funny). Jazz and Phantom just tend to roll their eyes whenever he does. Both Jazz and Phantom have a better relationship with Gadget, Jazz is closest with him compared to Phantom as they've been work-out buddies since she was small. Infinite tries living through Phantom as he has a bit of the Phantom Ruby in him (hence the red eye), he wants him to harness that power to help Infinite. Phantom does not like Infinite for that reason.

Opal - Thanks to Amy she has a big heart. Metal helps her out with maintenance and how to fix whatever issues occur with her (she's also a robot, not sure if I mentioned that before).

Peri - (REDACTED)

Eclipse - Lived in the woods for a while, Sticks taught them to use their instincts and how to survive in the woods. Eclipse left soon after learning what they needed. Once Barry found them in the trash, they took them in and tried teaching them how to "behave". Shadow didn't care much for them before but now they like causing chaos together.

Dani - Sticks and Amy taught her to be tough and independent, to never let other people's opinions of you stop you from doing what you think is right. She could be a little paranoid thanks to Sticks' conspiracy theories. Dani also cannot control her temper at times.

5. Any planned stories/events with the kids in your head?

I scrapped so much of the original story for both so bear with me if there isn't a whole lot

Starlight AU - Starlight and Dimout meeting, Peri as a whole, might do the whole Eggman turning Starlight against Sonic and Shadow thing I had planned before, the future au

Boom!Shadarry AU - mostly just Eclipse and Opal interactions and shadarry getting together

11. How are their relationships with other relatives (grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles, etc)?

Starlight and E-123 Omega love to blow things up together. I mentioned this already but Amy takes on a more mentor role (?) with Starlight. And while Tails thought he was fine at first, he does not want him near his lab or equipment ever again.

13. How does their relationships look with their parents?

Already spent like over 2 hours answering the questions (at the time of typing this) and I already sorta answered in 4 so

skipping this one

14. How old have you imagined them as?

Starlight, Young Phantom & Peri - 10 years

Dimout - 11 years

Opal, Young Jazz and Dani - 16 years

Eclipse & Phantom - 17 years

Jazz - 23

15. How is their clothing style?

Starlight - Anything with bright colors, especially if it lights up

Dimout - Doesn't care much for the look as long as it's practical, would wear jewelry if it doesn't get in the way

Phantom - Comfort>>>>, lives in his baggy shirts and crocs

Jazz - Business casual

Opal - robot

Peri - think those fancy ballet dresses with gold accents

Eclipse - just wears gloves and inhibitor rings, nothing else.

Dani - Idk a mix of Boom!Amy and Sticks' fits

16. Do they have any struggles in any way?

getting tired so I'm skipping this one D:

17. Do they have any fears?

Starlight - The dark

Dimout - Disappointment

Phantom - Not being able to tell reality from the illusions the Phantom Ruby creates in his mind

Jazz & Peri - Failure

Opal - Being wrong

Eclipse - Eggman

Dani - bugs

19. What are their main interests?

Starlight - Rollerskating

Dimout - Painting

Phantom - Video games

Jazz - Fashion

Opal - Animals

Peri - nothing found_

Eclipse - Bugs

Dani - Collecting things

20. Is there anything significant about them that you wanna share?

nope but I would like to ask what y'all think the Starlight AU should be called (not vibing with "void of stars")

21. What are their middle names if they have any?

No middle names :]

[mayhemchicken-varneyposting]

Varney the Vampire, Chapter 2: A Conspicuous Lack Of Lizard Fashion

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The other occupants of the house - two young men, their mother, and Some Guy - are awakened by a scream. They stand around talking about it for several minutes instead of taking action, but eventually conclude that By God, It Came From Flora's Chamber! We Must Investigate At Once! After Another Page Or So Of Pointless Dialogue, Of Course. And so, armed with pistols, a crowbar, and enough lines of pointless chatter to pay Rymer's rent for the week, the two young men (Henry and George) and the older gentleman (Marchdale) force the door to Flora's room. Henry rushes inside and is immediately tackled and bowled over by the vampire, who then rushes for the window. Marchdale whips out his 18th-century Glock 17 and fires on the creature; it's unclear whether the bullet connects. The vampire turns to look at them for just long enough for us to see that his face is now flushed with fresh blood; then he jumps out the window, cackling. The three men run after him; the mother, who is not named now or ever, runs into the bedroom and faints at the sight of the bloodied Flora.

They find the vampire trying and failing to jump over the garden wall, and spend several minutes watching him do this instead of doing anything to stop him. Finally, just as he manages to reach the top of the wall, Henry shoots him and he falls off the other side.

Chapter 1, for all its grammatical clumsiness, was decently engaging and fun to read. Chapter 2 rapidly introduces four new characters, gives the name of only one of them, and drops a solid wall of conversation between the four with almost no dialogue tags to distinguish them. The effect feels a bit like being dropped down an open manhole.

As Flora's line hinted in Chapter 1, Rymer has a remarkable anti-gift for writing dialogue. His plodding, stilted, meandering conversations sound like no human being who has ever lived, and frequently disregard the urgency of a situation in favor of being as wordy as possible. A small sample:

"Did you hear a scream, Harry?" asked a young man, half-dressed, as he walked into the chamber of another about his own age.

"I did—where was it?"

"God knows. I dressed myself directly."

"All is still now."

"Yes; but unless I was dreaming there was a scream."

"We could not both dream there was. Where did you think it came from?"

"It burst so suddenly upon my ears that I cannot say."

There was a tap now at the door of the room where these young men were, and a female voice said— "For God's sake, get up!"

"We are up," said both the young men, appearing.

"Did you hear anything?"

"Yes, a scream."

And on and on it goes. Boys, your sister is fucking under attack - you might want to move a LITTLE faster than this!

Eventually Mr. Marchdale, who is not their father but a family friend who is staying in their house for whatever reason, spurs the young men into action, and the three of them set to work prying open the locked door to Flora's room. Varney's feeding must be VERY loud, as they can hear it through the thick oak door:

"I hear a strange noise within," said the young man, who trembled violently.

"And so do I. What does it sound like?"

"I scarcely know; but it nearest resembles some animal eating, or sucking some liquid."

I will restrain myself from making the obvious joke.

The three men spend a few minutes forcing the door with a crowbar. Then, out of nowhere, the narration drops the following gem:

How true it is that we measure time by the events which happen within a given space of it, rather than by its actual duration.

Very ADHD of you, Rymer. I'm not about to armchair diagnose the man - I do not think this paid-by-the-line vampire story is particularly insightful of the way his mind works - but I will say that reading this story is what having unmedicated ADHD feels like. My brain, bereft of dopamine, is getting paid by the thought.

Anyway.

Henry runs into the room so fast that the candle he's holding nearly goes out; then Varney leaps at him from the bed like a cat with the zoomies and knocks the candle out of his hand, putting it out for real.

But Mr. Marchdale was a man of mature years; he had seen much of life, both in this and in foreign lands; and he, although astonished to the extent of being frightened, was much more likely to recover sooner than his younger companions, which, indeed, he did, and acted promptly enough.

Doesn't Rymer just have such a way with words.

Marchdale draws a pistol, which the narrator takes great pains to point out is a REAL gun, NOT a toy, and fires on Varney, which doesn't appear to do much except piss him off. Varney turns to him, and we see that his face is reddened with blood, and his eyes are now glowing and emitting little crackling lightning bolts. Yes, really. For a moment he seems about to pounce; then he changes his mind and leaps out the window instead.

"God help us!" ejaculated Henry.

I love reading 19th century books.

Marchdale gives chase, with Henry and George trailing behind him. At some point he manages to grab hold of Varney, tearing off a scrap of his clothing. The three of them find the vampire trying to jump over a 12-foot-high garden wall. For some reason, Varney's repeated failed attempts to jump over the wall are horrifying to them rather than comical, and they stand there watching him bound at the wall like a cat in a viral video, falling to the ground over and over again. It's not until he finally manages to reach the top of the wall that any of them think "hey wait, maybe we should try and stop him or something." At that point, Henry shoots him, and he falls down on the other side of the wall.

Next: We check back in on poor Flora.

[sinnabarmoth]

Tribute for the Dragon (8/18)

Pairing: Dragon|Sylus x Fem|Reader

Summary: Sylus takes you to witness a dragon celebration and things take a rather fiery turn.

Content Warnings: Adult language. Thigh riding.

Length: 3k

Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18)

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Life in the mountain was different.

You hadn’t noticed it at first but things were different. Ever since you and Sylus actively started getting to know one another the mountain felt more homey. You weren’t just a servant wandering these halls, both mystified and turned on by the dragon you served. He had become a friend.

Things had never gotten as personal as they did the day he told you about what life was like for him growing up. It had been a lot for him to admit, even under the initial guise of a draconic folktale. He never mentioned it again and you didn’t pry. But you were glad.

Your dragon was someone you knew. Questions you had no longer had to be filled with your imaginings. When wanted to know something about him, he just told you.

You were happy and you felt trusted.

You had noticed a shift in Sylus too. It was more subtle but he was around more. He went out of his way to seek you out and talk to you throughout the day. He was gentler, not as aloof. He still teased you but it felt more like a joke between the two of you instead of him trying to antagonize you.

You also just had fun together now. When you were bored you’d go to the hoard room and make towers out of the gold coins and jewels for fun. You taught him human card games and even tried to teach him human dances too. You quickly realized that dragons were not the most graceful of creatures when not flying.

“It’s really not that hard. Try again.” you held him at arm’s length as you tried to get him to copy your moves. “Out and in and your arm goes up and I duck under. One and two and three and four.”

You tried to do the move but again Sylus twisted the wrong way when you ducked under. “Are you purposefully getting this wrong to spite me?”

“I would never.” he settled his hands on his hips. “I just don’t understand how I am supposed to angle my body so that it doesn’t end up twisted.”

“I keep telling you, just arc backwards, follow the movement the way it flows. You’re the one that’s supposed to be leading, I follow you, you don’t follow me.”

“Why are we learning this again?” he asked.

“For something to do.” you shrugged. “I grew up doing this dance every year at the village festivals. My father would always take me out onto the dance floor when I was little and then when I got older and I could have other partners, I always made sure to save a dance with him. Dancing was always my favorite part of the festivals.”

“Your festivals sound like they are more fun than dragon celebrations.”

“Really? I would have guessed that a dragon party would be far more interesting than a human festival. I mean, what do a bunch of dragons do at a dragon celebration? Food? Games? Dancing?”

“Food definitely. Games, maybe. Dancing, never.”

“So what do you do?”

“Depends on what the celebration is about.” Sylus thought for a moment. “Actually, there is one that should be starting soon.”

“Really?”

“Yes. We cannot exactly attend but we may still watch the events from a distance.”

“That doesn’t sound like so much fun.”

“It might not be. But I thought perhaps you’d like to witness a little about dragon culture.”

“I would. You’ve piqued my curiosity. When is this celebration?”

“Three days I believe, during the half moon. Shouldn’t take more than a couple hours by flight.”

“What do you mean flight?”

~~~

“This is the best thing ever!” you shrieked with glee as Sylus and you soared through the warm summer air. Sylus had you wrapped tight in his arms as he flew. The wind stung your face but you couldn’t stop beaming.

“That was right in my ear, little bird.” Sylus said. “I know you’re excited but I’d still like to be able to hear.”

“Sorry.” you knew that it was easiest for him to fly when you were still but you were just so excited all you wanted to do was bounce around. “I cannot believe that I’m really flying!”

“It’s very freeing, isn’t it?”

“It’s amazing!” you clung tighter onto his neck. “I wish I could fly myself. It must be annoying that you have to carry me.”

“I don’t mind. Just try to keep still, we have a long flight ahead of us until we get to the shore.” He reminded you. It took a couple of hours of straight flying but eventually you saw the blue of the ocean in the distance. The only time you had been to the ocean before was when you were very small and you didn’t remember much of anything. It was still impossibly big, even from a distance.

Sylus touched down on a high cliff about a mile from the beach. “Why don’t we go down?” you asked. “I’d love to get my feet in the sand.”

“Not today. This is dragon land and this is a very important tradition that is happening today and I’m afraid if they smell a human has been tromping around down there, we may get in some trouble.”

“And being on the cliff is better?”

“We’re downwind, also, what is most important is the sand. They should not care that we’re up here so long as we don’t touch the sand.”

“The sand? What’s so special about the sand?”

“You’ll see. Now, how about we have some of the food you packed.”

You slung the pack off your shoulder and opened it up. Inside was a blanket, a large skin of water, and a lot of food you had wrapped tightly in paper to avoid leaking all over the pack. You knew Sylus needed a lot of food and after such a long flight he was bound to be ravenous. You laid out the blanket over the grass and sat down to eat.

Even if you couldn’t go on the beach it was nice to be by the ocean. The salty sea air blew across your skin and the sun warmed your face. You watched as the waves rolled and crashed down below. It was so peaceful.

The peace was abruptly broken when a deafening roar echoed across the air. You had immediately scrambled next to Sylus, searching the sky for what had made such a noise. Sylus chuckled and pointed out in the distance where a swarm of dots in the distance were growing larger and larger. “Are those all dragons?”

“Yes. Now is when we have to be quiet and keep our heads low. They shouldn’t know that we are up here but I’d rather not risk it.” he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “Stay close to me, it’ll help mask your scent.”

You huddled close and watched as dragons landed on the beach. They were beautiful and frightening. They came in many shapes and sizes and colors. Some as green as glittering emeralds, others had opalescent scales that reflected the sun like a mirror, and then there was the largest of them all, a hulking red and black dragon, with eyes of molten fire and two long silver whiskers.

Sylus pointed to the largest dragon, “That’s the elder of this tribe, Tengya. It’s said that he’s lived for over five thousand years.”

“Is that why he’s so big?” you whispered, afraid to talk any louder.

“Yes. Unlike humans who stop growing at a certain point, dragons only get larger the longer they are alive. His size is testament to how long he has been on the planet. Many battles he has faced and he remains.”

“Do dragons die naturally or are they immortal?”

“They can die of old age, most don’t make it to that point. Most dragons end up dead battling other dragons or being felled by humans. Not Tengya though, no one that has challenged him has survived.”

“I can see why. He’s terrifying.”

“Yes he is. Imagine living with him.”

“Live with him? Did you live in his tribe?”

“I did, for a bit.” he gruffed. “He’s about as approachable as he looks.”

You didn’t ask any further questions and instead watched the dragons on the beach. The sound of their roars only got louder now that they were all gathered together. As the sun began to set the elder, Tengya, stepped forward and the beach fell silent. He sat back and nodded to one of the smaller dragons to step forward. It was a sky blue dragon that stepped forward and bowed their head.

There was an expectant silence as the blue dragon dug its claws into the sand, arched its back, and then blew a hot wave of fire out of its mouth into the sand. It was then you realized what it was doing. It was the same as what your father did in his shop but on a much larger and less precise scale. The dragon had turned the sand into twisting tower of glass.

The dragons on the beach thumped their tails against the ground, almost like applause.

“What is this?” you whispered to Sylus.

“It’s a rite of adulthood.” he explained just as quietly, “Adolescent dragons have to demonstrate their power by blowing a fire into the sand to create large craters and statues. The bigger the formation, the more powerful they are seen.”

“Amazing.” you watched as the next dragon stepped forward to a new patch of glass. This one used its wings to pick up more sand as they blew their fire and made an even taller sculpture than the last. “What do they do with the glass afterwards?”

“It is considered treasure and taken back as the first piece of their proper hoard and usually given a place of honor.”

You thought back to the hoard room back at your mountain. You had explored it quite a few times now and you could not recall seeing a giant glass sculpture anywhere in there.

One by one you watched as the young dragons stepped forward and made their creations. It was amazing to witness but the sun had long since set and you were starting to get cold up on the cliff. A shiver ran through your body and Sylus pulled you onto his lap, his wings extended from his back and folded in around you to shield you from the wind. You leaned against him, sapping whatever warmth you could get from his body.

“You know,” you said, “I’m glad you were the dragon that moved into the mountain. Before meeting you I would not have thought I’d feel so safe in a dragon’s arms. ”

“Nor did I think I’d embrace a human like this.” he said, nuzzling his nose against your hair. “I’m glad it was you that hiked up the mountain. Anyone else would not have been nearly as interesting.”

Your heart was beating terribly loud again. You picked your head off his shoulder and looked him in the eye. “Sylus,” your cold hands rested on his broad warm chest. “I’m scared I’m going to do something foolish.”

“And what foolish thing is that, little bird?” he asked. He stared back at you through half lidded eyes, once again letting nothing show on his face.

“This.” you leaned closer, your eyes falling shut as you pressed your lips to his.

He had gone rigid in your arms, his lips unmoving against yours. Immediately you worried that you had done something wrong. You pulled back slightly, embarrassed beyond words. “I’m sorry. I told you it was foolish--”

Sylus grabbed the back of your neck and pushed your mouth back against his. You gasped and his tongue swept into your mouth. You wound your hands into his silvery hair, trying to pull him even more into you. He tasted like heat and spice, as if you had taken a drop of the summer sun and let it coat your tongue.

“You continue to surprise me.” he murmured against your lips.

“And you worried me. I thought I had ruined everything for a moment there.” you chuckled.

“Took me a moment to realize you had actually done that.” his hands landed on your hips, adjusting you so sat more comfortably on his lap. “You taste even sweeter than I thought you would.”

He pulled you back in, pushing your entire body flush to him so not a part of you wasn’t on him. His teeth gently worried your lower lip and you could feel the sharp point of his canines graze your skin. You felt something slide across your ankle and squeaked, worried for a moment it was a snake before realizing it was Sylus’s tail.

“Don’t mind it.” he said, “I feel it sometimes has a mind of its own. But this, is all me.”

His tail had slithered under the fabric of your skirt and wrapped around your thigh, pulling your leg over him so you were straddled on one of his legs. “What are you--ah!” you got your answer when he jostled the leg you were straddled across.

“Ride it.” his voice had dropped to that low growl you had heard him use when you were both in the hot spring.

Oh gods, were you really doing this? You lowered yourself so your cunt was pressed right to his thigh and ground your hips down. The bit of friction sent pleasurable ripples through your body and you could feel heat pooling between your legs. His hands roamed up and down your body, touching you in a way you had only allowed in your fantasies.

“You’re still so cold,” he said, the pad of his thumb teasing your nipple through the material of your dress. “Just look at how you shiver.”

“Sylus,” you ground against his leg a little harder. “Please Sylus.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.” his mouth latched to your neck, biting and bruising the sensitive skin.

You moaned aloud, pressing yourself more into his touch. You knew that you had to have soaked through the material of your undergarments. You normally went without since it meant more laundry to do but considering that you had to fly here you wanted the extra cover. Right now it was very inconvenient. You wanted to feel the leather of his pants rubbing against your clit. Wanted to stain his leg with your arousal.

“Sylus,” you panted, “I want to feel you more.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, I can do that.” he said. You thought he was going to let you shuffle about so you could get the undergarments off but instead his hand slid under your dress. “Lift your hips up.”

You weren’t sure what he was doing but you lifted yourself off his leg. You felt the pressure of his claws, cold and hard press against the soaked material and a grin spread on his face. Then the sound of cloth ripping as he cut a slit at the crotch. “There, keep going.”

You lowered yourself again, this time feeling the leather of his pants directly against your soaked and sensitive cunt. You moaned again and he plastered his mouth to yours, swallowing the sound.

“Keep going. Don’t stop until you come.” he commanded. “I want you looking in my eyes as you come undone.”

You threw your arms around his neck, your forehead pressed to his as you rode his thigh. Your cunt spasmed and clenched around nothing longing to be filled. It was all getting to be too much. You were dizzy from pleasure, so close to an orgasm but it was right out fo reach.

Sylus kept his hands on your breasts, rubbing and pinching your nipples through the cotton. His tail was still wrapped around your one thigh, squeezing it tighter and pulling your leg back down when you tried to wiggle off his leg. He switched from biting and bruising your neck to kissing you fiercely. Every little sound you made he wanted it poured down his throat instead. And at this point there were many sounds for him to feast upon.

You were panting and moaning his name against his lips. “Come for me.” he said. “I need you to come for me, my wildfire.”

“Sylus!” your voice cracked as you came.

“That’s it, that’s my girl.” he grabbed your chin and forced you to look in his eyes. Your cunt twitched again, flooding with arousal but nothing to cling onto. All of your juices spilled out onto his thigh, making the leather supple and soft underneath you.

You collapsed forward, your face buried in his neck. His hands gentled up and down your back, easing you back from the high. “Breathe, you did so good. You were so good, little bird.”

“I…I’m feeling much warmer now.” you muttered into his neck.

He chuckled. “Yes. Me too.” For a minute you sat there catching your breath before Sylus moved you off of his lap.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s probably best we head back now while you’re still warm.” he said.

“But--”

“Trust me, I want nothing more than to tear this dress to pieces and fuck you till you’re screaming. But we also don’t want to garner too much attention up here.”

“Attention?”

“Remember what I said about dragons having an excellent sense of smell?” he nodded towards the beach. “I would really rather not have everyone down on the beach realize that there is a very horny human and dragon nearby.”

“Oh right…” you had forgotten where you were for a moment.

“Come along. Quickly.” he stuffed everything back in the pack and handed it to you.

You gave one final look to the dragons down on the beach surrounded by their giant glass sculptures that glittered in the half-moon light. Sylus scooped you into his arms and you were back to the skies. You held tight to him, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck as you began the long flight back home.

[send-beer-money]

My Top 10 Favorite Old Hollywood Actors

(in no particular order)

WILLIAM HOLDEN

Bill Holden was my very first old hollywood obsession. After seeing him for the first time in Sabrina I absolutely fell in love with him. Stalag 17 is quite possibly my favorite movie of all time and Sunset Boulevard is always a classic. Although Picnic is not a great movie I am absolutely obsessed with the dance scene, I think it’s the most gorgeous piece of cinematography I’ve ever seen. Also peep my favorite outfit of his in this photo (excluding shirtless pics)

ROBERT MITCHUM

Night of the Hunter is such a good movie, if you follow me you’ve certainly seen me post about it before. Y’all… something about this man. At first I thought I was just attracted to how bat shit his character is but then watching Holiday Affair this year where he’s an absolute aloof cutie, I realized it truly is just him.

PAUL MUNI

He’s such a little guy. He’s so cute. I first saw him in Angel on my Shoulder and am obsessed with that movie. I recently watched I Am a Fugitive from a Chain Gang and it was phenomenal but most importantly he was so little and scrungly in it. something about this little guy just lights my face up seeing him on screen, he does such a good job.

ROCK HUDSON

Here’s the thing, I’d feel weird about being this attracted to a gay man but I’ve been attracted to many a straight women before so I can’t even find it in me to feel bad. Rock Hudson is not only insanely talented and gorgeous but I’ve read his biography and his entire story is just so fascinating. I’ve seen so so so so many of his films, Giant is one of my favorites of all time (his chemistry with his dear friend Liz Taylor is simply fantastic) as well as All That Heaven Allows and of course Pillow Talk with…

DORIS DAY

Another cold take i’m afraid since it’s hard not to love some of the more well known stars, they’re well known for a reason! Doris Day is everything. Her smile is so gorgeous and she’s such a talent. Her in her early years is absolutely captivating but something about her later films in the 60s has me absolutely hooked. Bonus points for Calamity Jane being absurdly gay, she plays butch too well.

TYRONE POWER

This man was so attractive, even he hated how pretty he was. He resented always being cast in pretty boy roles instead of serious roles where he got to actually showcase his talented acting. Because of this, he apparently absolutely loved when he grew to look older (and allegedly less appealing. allegedly.) because it really opened him up to roles like that in Witness for the Prosecution. If you haven’t seen the original Nightmare Alley, I would check it out, I highly recommend and it was a hell of a passion project for him.

GENE KELLY

Who doesn’t love this guy? All the dance moves, all the charm, and an absolutely unreal shitter. Seriously look me in the eye and tell me you’ve seen a better ass than Gene Kelly’s. I’m not sure there’s much else to say that hasn’t already been said about him. Anyways that one scene in The Pirate where he tucks the cigarette in his lip, kisses the girl, then pulls it back out and puffs… wow. No thoughts head empty. Actually basing my next dnd character on Serafin.

VERA ELLEN

Ever since the first time I watched White Christmas I wanted to be Vera Ellen SO bad. She’s adorable, she’s an insanely talented dancer, and her outfits make me go absolutely crazy i’m so in love with every thing she’s ever worn. I remember watching On The Town after and screaming when I realized it was her.

CARY GRANT

Yes yes, I know this is full of cold takes but he truly is the actor of all time. Who cannot love this man? Like Doris Day I’ve sorta separated his films into younger and older Cary Grant, and similarly I must say older Cary Grant just has me down bad in a different kind of way. Anyways my favorites are probably Notorious and of course Charade which is the most hitchcock movie that hitchcock has never written.

RICOU BROWNING

Of course this little rascal is gonna make my list. It’s no secret that I’m absolutely obsessed with him and his role in Creature from the Black Lagoon. His life story is amazing and the fact he was so young while filming is mind boggling. Please please PLEASE do yourself a favor and just read through his life story real quick on wikipedia or something this guy is so fascinating. I just got a phone case with a collage of him on it. What a talented little fella.

HONORARY MENTIONS

Leon Ames

Paul Newman

Gloria Grahame

Jane Powell

Anouk Aimee