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The King's Gift
A story about a cursed king, a reluctant hero, and a love that transcends time, space, and maybe even death itself. Words by me, art by @house-of-the-moving-image
rated E | approx. 100,000 words, completely finished | updates every other Friday
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“coming from a place of respect” there is nothing respectful about a comment like this. this is exactly why I say witch hunt, speculations and accusations harm the writing community as much as ai does, if not more.
I am not saying “you’re an asshole if you think a fic is ai”. I have come across fics that I believe were ai-generated. but instead of asking (accusing) the authors, I make my own decisions whether I’ll continue reading for the benefit of the doubt or quietly exit the fics and look for something else to read.
because with every accusation like this, there’s always a chance of a genuine, innocent writer getting wrongly accused.
last but not least, fanfic writers do NOT owe you anything. they write for themselves and their own enjoyment. their ao3 accounts are their houses and they were kind enough to let you in their houses. for free. (you get to read things for free.) you don’t go into other people’s houses and tell them “actually I think the way you decorate your room is sus. did you actually do it yourself or did you ask a robot to do it for you?”. THEY 👏🏻 DON’T 👏🏻 OWE 👏🏻 YOU 👏🏻 ANYTHING. and I say this as someone who is not a fan of ai fics. if you don’t like what you’re seeing, quietly leave.
*the following is not about the fic in this specific post. in general, I still strongly believe people who let ai write for them should tag their works as ai accordingly. but if we want more people to be honest about it, we’ll have to stop shaming and harassing people who actually tag their ai-generated fics accordingly. harassment is never justified. not to mention, it will only make “ai writers” refrain from tagging their ai-generated works as such. and then there’s no way for anyone to know for absolute certainty if it’s ai. therefore the raise of witch hunt.
I’ll never forget the fanfic space on wattpad back in 2016-2017’ish where its culture was that writers would not post their new chapters until they reached x amount of votes (kudos) and comments. I mean I’d never judge anyone for how they chose to update their fics even though I didn’t agree with them. but like. it was the entire wattpad fanfic culture back then that made most writers believe they had to set these specific numbers of votes and comments that they must reach first before they posted the next chapters. so if you were on the fanfic corner of wattpad during that time, you’d most likely have seen fics where it said in the chapter something like “50 votes and 20 comments for the next chapter!” and it was literally the norm and so normalized that I didn’t see anything weird about it back then. but looking back, years after I’ve left wattpad for ao3, yeah that culture as a whole was weird and it shaped writers into thinking that they wrote for the sake of shallow engagement instead for the joy of getting to create, it shaped writers into thinking that their fics’ worth was decided and dictated by strangers’ approval. and then tiktok became a thing and this mindset continued. not to mention how wattpad is full of ads now unless you pay the site monthly for a premium, ad-free service.
so like. man, this is why I love ao3. there’s none of these capitalism or algorithm bullshit on ao3. just writers creating out of love and passion. everybody say thank you ao3
the thing about ai witch hunt is that instead of spreading awareness about why and how ai can be harmful, people focus their energy on harassing other people instead. so instead of actually achieving something, fandom space and the internet as a whole just became twice as toxic because people have found a ✨noble way✨ to tell other people to off themselves and get praises for it. you’re not helping. you’re part of the problem
With that latest ask game you posted;
The whole of 13, 14 and 15 reads like interesting questions to read your answers to.
If you are up for it.
13. Are you secretly Tara Gilesbie aka XXXbloodyrists666XXX aka author of infamous Harry Potter fanfiction serial My Immortal? (you can trust me; I won’t tell anyone, pinky promise)
Lmaooo, I promise I'm not, but i do remember stumbling over the fic on livejournal when it first posted. Good times! 🤣
14. Has anyone ever created anything (art, a podfic, another fic, etc.) inspired by your work? Which work? How did you feel about that?
I am awash with incredibly talented and generous moots who have created so many amazing things inspired by my fics. Fanart. Podfic. Other fics (for entirely different fandoms even). And, of course, two stunningly beautiful bound copies of Hic Sunt Dracones and Just Add Water. (Sorry to anyone who has been following me for longer and has seen them a dozen times, I'll never stop screaming about them!)
It never fails to amaze me, because knowing that your art inspired someone out there to go and create something of their own is one of the highest compliments a creator can receive. I cherish every single one of them and look at them often.
15. Is there any genre, trope, or style that you find particularly challenging to write? Do you enjoy the challenge or prefer to avoid it?
I hate writing fight and action scenes! 😬 It's not that I can't write them, they just take me about three times as long to get right. Whoever said that writing smut and fight scenes is basically the same clearly never met me bc boy is it not the same!
Unfortunately I write a lot of fantasy, and a lot of plot-driven stuff, and occasionally my brain will decide that we absolutely will need to write a story that's like 50% action scenes. So I jingle morosely to my laptop. I'm not the one in charge here.
9. Do you prefer to read angst or fluff? Which do you prefer to write?
For the writer ask. 🤘
When it comes to reading, it largely depends on my mood (though i don't usually do angst without a happy ending).
When it comes to writing, my favorite thing to do is give them a fluffy, romantic ending, but only after putting him through The Horrors first. The fluff hits all the better if they need to earn it.
i agree so much about making your blorbos pathetic but i do fear that many take this to mean 'make them more traditionally feminine/submissive' which genuinely hurts my soul. make your blorbos pathetic in interesting character-oriented ways. understand their neuroses and turn the dials up to eleven. juxtapose the parts of life they handle extremely well with the parts of their lives that make them eat shit. make them angry. make them cold. make them pave their own way to hell while building walls preventing them from seeing any other way. please i'm begging you no more pathetic as an euphemism for bottoming im gonna mclose it.
I am very stressed about a thing that I can’t discuss right now that I have literally no control over, so here’s some
fanfic writer asks
that I came up with all on my own. Ask ‘em, share ‘em, do whatever.
Have you pulled inspiration from media sources other than the property your fic is related to (a plot point from a TV show that has nothing to do with the characters/setting of the fic, a line from a book, etc.)? If so, for which story? Why did you find that media source compelling?
What is your favorite paragraph from (insert story title you want to know about here, or leave it blank for writer’s choice)? Is there a reason it’s your favorite?
What is the most amount of research you’ve done for the smallest detail? What was the detail and how much time/effort went into researching it?
Share a headcanon about (character name) in (story title)!
Is there a tiny detail in one of your fics that you feel goes tragically unnoticed?
What is your favorite type of feedback to receive (favorites/kudos, comments, DMs, complete and utter silence in the pursuit of remaining unperceived?)? If comments or DMs or anything else involving a reader writing, do you have a particular type of feedback that excites you more than other types?
Share a line or paragraph you’ve written that you don’t think will ever actually be posted in anything! (Or, if you don’t hoard cut sentences and passages like I do, share anything you want that has yet to see the light of day!)
Is there a story idea you have that you would love if it could appear fully realized but that you do not think you’ll ever write yourself?
Do you prefer to read angst or fluff? Which do you prefer to write?
If you could banish a single trope to live at the bottom of the ocean, never to be seen again by any human eyes (or at least your own), which trope would that be?
Conversely, if you had to pick a single trope to read for the next seven-and-half years, which trope would that be?
What are your thoughts on slow burn romances?
Are you secretly Tara Gilesbie aka XXXbloodyrists666XXX aka author of infamous Harry Potter fanfiction serial My Immortal? (you can trust me; I won’t tell anyone, pinky promise)
Has anyone ever created anything (art, a podfic, another fic, etc.) inspired by your work? Which work? How did you feel about that?
Is there any genre, trope, or style that you find particularly challenging to write? Do you enjoy the challenge or prefer to avoid it?
Is there a commonly held misconception about one of your stories that you’d like to correct for the masses?
What does your editing process look like?
Share a headcanon relating to (insert desired theme here)!
What was the very first fanwork you ever created? (I’m talking like maybe you made a little book out of construction paper and staples with your favorite Disney characters drawn in it when you were five years old or you drew a comic about a movie you saw when you were a preteen. That sort of thing.)
Is there anything about any one of your fics that you have been dying to discuss but haven’t had the chance to?
Written for day 3 of Hype's Filthy Fluffy Forty (prompts: Hic sunt dracones, monsterfucking and soul bond) and for round 2 of the @steddiebingo (prompt: Breeding kink).
Rated: E
Words: 2,319 [also on AO3]
Tags: Fantasy AU; Established relationship; Soul bond; Dragon!Eddie; King!Steve; Background Buckingham; Monsterfucker Steve Harrington; Possessive Eddie; Jealous Eddie; Breeding kink; Hypothetical mentions of mpreg; Pregnancy; Babies
Notes: Set in the same universe as Hic sunt dracones
“Fucking sanctimonious assholes,” Robin seethes, throwing open the doors of the throne room with a force that makes the guards outside startle. “I can't believe they said this. Do they have any idea who they're talking to? You're the king!”
“I am,” Steve agrees, picking up his steps to follow after her indignantly billowing cloaks. The guards make to follow, but he gestures for them to stay put. Eddie has been gone on a hunt for the better part of the week, but ever since this morning, Steve has been able to feel him again, and he knows that he doesn't need protecting with him close. “And if we allowed that to stop people from speaking their mind in front of me, I'd be no better than my father. It's fine, Robs. I'm a bit surprised it's only coming up now, to be honest.”
She grinds to a stop and whirls on him, face set in an unhappy scowl, but whatever she was going to throw back at him evaporates the moment she sees his face.
“So what?” she mutters, while Steve takes her by the hand and pulls her into a secluded alcove with a window overlooking the castle walls and forest beyond. “We’re just gonna go with it and do what they want?”
“You know,” Steve chuckles, sinking down into the window seat and reaching for her hands. “I love how you're saying we when this clearly is a me problem.”
“Every you problem is a me problem,” she scoffs, taking his hands and joining him. “You should know this by now.”
“I do,” he confirms. She grumbles something under her breath when he wraps an arm around her and pulls her into his side, but she doesn’t protest. Her hair tickles his skin as she leans her head on his shoulder. “And that's why I'm sure we'll figure this out. We always do. I have no idea how yet, but-”
“I think I might.”
“Huh?” he says. When he pulls away to look down at her, the unhappy wrinkles on her forehead have been joined by the scrunchy nose that means she is mulling over an idea. “That was fast, even for you.”
“Hold your horses,” she says. “I'm not saying you'll like it.”
And then she explains.
By the time she's done, Steve’s neck is prickling with a violent blush and his eyes feel so huge he's surprised they haven't popped out of his head yet.
“What, really?” he says into the expectant silence that Robin has lapsed into. “I mean … that’s an option? Are you sure it would work?”
She shrugs. “Allegedly. I’ve been doing some research because Chrissy and I have been talking about it for a while, and it only seems logical. I’d have to discuss it with her first, obviously. And you should probably also bring it up with a certain someone …”
*
A certain someone is already waiting in their tower chambers; Steve can tell as much the moment he starts climbing the stairs. There’s no way not to pick up the thrum of longing and want that’s pulsing through their bond, even though Eddie is trying to be sneaky and suppress it. Steve still pretends to be unaware as he steps into the room and starts to strip out of his clothes, candlelight catching on rustling silks and bare skin. He knows it's about the thrill of the chase, and he might as well indulge Eddie. They have an awkward discussion ahead of them, but they both deserve to enjoy their reunion first.
His breeches pool on the floor, leaving him completely naked. The rustle of the wings unfurling in the shadows behind him sends a warm shiver down his spine, and he barely has time to grin before a pair of arms wraps around his middle and a tail slithers around his legs and they go tumbling down into their nest.
“Alright, alright,” he laughs after a few moments, once Eddie stops kissing him for long enough to let him form coherent words. “I missed you, too. What happened to saying hell-oh!”
Eddie, who just sunk his teeth into the bite mark on Steve’s shoulder and nudged apart his legs with his tail, pointed tip flicking against the underside of his cock, grins.
“Hello, my king,” he purrs, looking up at Steve through long, dark lashes. The kiss he presses to his jaw is sweet and almost chaste. His tail, meanwhile, curls around Steve’s cock and starts stroking. “Tell me more about how much you missed me?”
Steve laughs around a shaky moan, back arching to seek contact, fingers carding through his dragon's wild curls to scratch at his horns, legs spreading further when Eddie growls and rolls his hips.
“You know I always miss you, you big, attention-seeking baby.”
Eddie growls against his pulse, pleasure and smug satisfaction glowing warm over the connection.
“Doesn’t mean I don't like to hear it from you. Say it, c'mon. Say it and I'll give you everything you missed.”
Steve hums lazily, stretching his arms above his head, letting their souls entwine as he presents his naked body for his mate to admire.
“Missed your hands on me.”
Eddie purrs, hands travelling down his exposed ribcage, his hips, the curve of his ass.
“Missed your mouth and your tongue and your teeth.”
Eddie scrapes his fangs over one hard nipple, then soothes the sting with that wicked tongue, grinning when Steve squirms but doesn’t push him off.
“Missed your cock inside of me.”
His dragon's growl as he pushes inside is everything, lust and desire and hot, possessive love all rolled into one sound, and Steve hands himself over willingly. It's true. He did miss this, all of it. Misses it every time they are apart, counting the days and hours until they can be together like this again and he can just belong to Eddie for a while, with no stupid demands and worries weighing him down.
“What's wrong?”
Oh, shit.
“Nothing,” he lies, rolling his hips to take Eddie deeper, urging his mind to focus on the pleasure, but it's no use. Eddie has latched on to the sliver of negative emotion like a hound to the scent of blood, and he'll follow it until he sniffs out the source.
The thing about sharing a soul bond with your lover is that you're as much of an open book to them as they are to you.
Eddie doesn’t pull out of him, but he stops moving, bracketing himself on his elbows to search his expression.
“Beloved?”
Steve sighs. He hadn't been planning on discussing this with Eddie’s dick stuck inside of him, but here they go, he guesses.
“Alright, fine. I had a meeting today, with some members of the nobility. They say they're worried about the line of succession.”
Eddie’s brow furrows. His wings quiver.
“And how is that our problem? What exactly do they want you to do about that?”
Steve thinks he's playing dumb on purpose, but he doesn’t say that. He supposes the sooner he gets this out in the open, the better.
“Well, produce an heir, obviously.”
“Produce?” Eddie’s brow twitches.”Like what, in a shop?”
Steve rolls his eyes. “Yes, Eddie, in a shop. C'mon already, you know exactly what I'm talking about. They want me to take a consort, have children. A son or two, preferably. It's one of my duties as a-”
Eddie snarls. His eyes flash gold, just at the same time that the warm glow in Steve's chest turns into a searing blaze, jealousy and possessiveness and mineminemine crashing into his mind like a physical thing.
It occurs to him, a bit belatedly, that maybe he could've chosen a smarter way to open this discussion.
*
“Eddie,” he tries again a good while later - he isn't sure if it is the third or forth or even the fifth time. As all the times before, the only answer he gets is a guttural growl and another deep, long roll of his dragon's hips. “Eddie, please.”
He doesn't quite know what he's asking for, at this point. He's bent in half on Eddie’s cock, feet sticking up near vertically in the air, chest and thighs sticky with their mingled relief, and it's getting more and more difficult to figure out what it is that he wants. To go slower? Faster? Be allowed to come again? For Eddie to make the impossible possible and put a child in his belly?
“You'd like that, wouldn't you?” Eddie’s voice is low and pleased. Smug satisfaction trickles all the way down his spine, like honey dripping into a goblet of hot wine, and all he can do is throw back his head and moan in reply. “So would I, my love. I think you'd look spectacular, carrying my babies. Gonna fuck you nice and deep and good, make sure it sticks.”
“Oh Gods,” Steve whines, hips rolling upwards to meet every thrust. “Please.”
Eddie purrs.
“Gonna keep you safe and sound here in our nest. Or better yet, gonna take you to our lair. Hide you away from the rest of the world, so you don't have to worry about a thing. Not a thing but carrying and birthing and nurturing our young. How many should I put in you? Two?”
One powerful roll of those hips, so hard Steve sees stars and needs to blink tears from his eyes.
“Three?”
Another thrust. Steve digs his nails into the soft skin between the wings as the tears spill over.
“Four? How many do you think you could fit? They won't be able to complain if I give you a whole litter of heirs, right?”
Steve laughs around his next moan, and the soul bond quivers in tandem with his heaving chest.
“Six. Gimme a solid half dozen, that'll shut ‘em- aaah!”
Eddie snarls, low and hungry, burying his teeth in Steve’s shoulder and spilling hot and wet inside of him. Steve claws on to him for dear life, rolling his hips up as well as he can and clenching around him. Giving himself to the illusion that, if only he takes him deep enough, this will actually work.
It takes Eddie a long while to tremble through the entirety of his climax, and as always, Steve is content to wait it out, dozing in and out of consciousness with his dragon’s cock throbbing and leaking inside of him, his fingers combing through his hair, his tongue cleaning sweat and tears off his face.
“You know I can't actually get pregnant, right?” he mutters after a while, when the incessant purring dies down a little.
Eddie huffs and scrapes his fangs over his jaw.
“Not with that attitude you can't. Let me catch my breath for a moment, and then I'll fill you up some mo-”
Steve slaps a hand in front of his mouth and pushes him off.
“Yeah, we could do that. Or you could let me finish what I was trying to tell you before you went into crazy mating mode.”
Eddie nibs at his fingers.
“Dull. But alright, go ahead.”
“Well …” Steve sucks in a deep breath. “Robin and Chrissy have been thinking about having a kid.”
Eddie’s brow wrinkles.
“Good for them? Did I miss something or are they actually lacking a vital part that's required to make that happen?”
“They do. So do we, by the way, so don't be so smug about it. But if we were to join forces …”
Eddie cocks his head.
“Join forces? Like how?” he asks. His face is a perfect mask of confusion, but Steve can feel the mirth shivering underneath.
“You know exactly how,” he grumbles. “Are you really gonna make me spell it out for you?”
The right corner of Eddie’s mouth quirks up.
“What can I say? It's fun getting you all blushy and flustered with my cock still inside you and my come leaking out of your-”
“We wouldn't even have to-” Steve barrels over him. Eddie snickers. “You know. Do it. Robin says you could get me off and we can gather it in a goblet or something, and then they could … put it in, and- … Once the child is born, I officially recognize it as my own and declare it heir to the throne. It's perfectly legal, other monarchs do it all the time.”
Eddie has gone silent and still, bar for the odd twitch of his tail, which shows that he's thinking.
“I know it's a big decision,” Steve says. “And I told them I'd need a few days to consider, so I'm not expecting you to make up your mind right-”
“Let's do it.”
Steve stares at him. “What, really? It doesn't bother you that the child won't be … you know, yours?”
The bond shivers, warm and familiar. Eddie smiles and kisses his forehead. He's fully hard and good to go again, and the motion pushes his cock inside a little further, drawing a startled moan from Steve’s lips.
“My silly little love. That child will be half you, and I'll never not love anything that's part of you. And besides, between the four of us and all of our friends, that baby is gonna have a whole flock of parents, and you can't tell me that isn't wonderful.”
Steve thinks of a lonely little prince locked up inside the walls of this very castle. A little boy who was never ever good enough for his high and mighty parents. A young man who thought of himself as weak and pathetic and unlovable, because he had learned that love and affection always came with a price.
“You’re right,” he whispers, and pulls his dragon down for another kiss. “That is wonderful.”
The bond brims with self-satisfaction, but he thinks Eddie is allowed to feel proud of himself. None of this would’ve been possible without him, after all.
Inspired by this post by @rebelfell - I was tagged by @mrsjellymunson. Thank youuu, I love rambling about fic ideas.
I wouldn’t call any of these abandoned - if you know me, you know there's always a chance for a random sequel to anything - but they don't have priority for me rn. I still have pretty firm ideas for most of these, so ask away!
Send me an emoji, and I'll drop some lore or plot beats for that universe.
