#black dragon

[weirdaucrossover]

Here's my black dragon Wyrmling!

[mr-l2000]

I wanted to give Daemon Blackfyre a more unique haraldry and decided that rather than using the bastard flag of House Targaryen, he should have something more unique like what his half siblings Brynden Bloodraven and Aegor Bittersteel have. So this is my concept art for his custom Sigil. A single headed black dragon on a field of ash with a ring of red fire surrounding it. His house words: Ash and Bone

[talmeta]

Pantheons: Young Black Dragon 2, by Sordane Publishing (The Chromatic Cabal)

[dialecticalmadness]

George Jackson, Soledad Brother

[feyda-enjoyer]

My brother’s best friend (chap 9/??)

a/n: someone said that I shouldn’t delay, and now my procrastinating ass is feeling pressured☹️☹️☹️

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“OLD MAN!” You shouted from the bathroom.

He perked up from the couch. “I’m only 25 years young.”

“I need a towel!” He scoffed.

“Of course you do.” You can hear him grinning through his words. “See? You need me.”

“NO, I DON’T! I COULD’VE JUST RAN ACROSS THE HALL IF YOU WEREN’T HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE!”

“But, you wouldn’t even been able get in if I weren’t here.”

“Aghhhh! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! JUST BRING IT TO ME!”

“Okay~ Where’s it at?”

“Bottom most part of the drawer in my room.”

“Got any surprises for me there?”

Clack! Woosh

“Try something funny. I dare you.”

He just shrugged and went ahead.

A few moments later he came out with a towel at hand. As soon as he’s in arm’s reach, you snatched the towel off of him and slammed the door. “Go sit over there! And don’t look at my direction!”

“Yes, ma’am.” And so, his footsteps disappeared into the living room.

All of that heat melted away as soon as you wrapped the towel around your body. He touched it, and now it’s all over you. His essence was most likely left in the towel. It’s almost like he’s in there with you, wrapping you with his embrace. You closed your eyes and took a long sniff from the towel before exhaling. A different kind of heat started bubbling in your stomach before it crept up to your face; and there’s an ache in between your thighs. It’s like getting drunk but you’re not. You had already felt and dealt with this situation before, but not when he’s right outside the bathroom door, sitting unaware of what’s happening in your head…🌚

Wait- this is the perfect opportunity to ask about that.

You did the rest of your routine, brushing your teeth, drying your hair, shaving and fixing yourself to look “presentable” (more like appetizing). Letting the towel slide down a few inches lower down your chest, you let out a deep sigh before walking out of the bathroom.

“Wow. You didn’t slip, congrats-”

You made a beeline straight towards him, straddling him, your hands on both sides of his head.

“W-what’s this?”

“What do you think it is? Last night, you promised me that you would do something to make it up to me, this is what it is.”

He scoffed. “Out of all the stuff you could’ve asked me. This is what you went for? I thought you hated me. This is not something you’d do to someone you hate. I’d like to think that it’s something along the lines of you beating me up, no? Don’t tell me, you actually fell for me?” He narrowed his eyes, flexing that lazy grin that has no business making your heart race.

You grabbed his collar. “Don’t misread it.”

“I only want this.” You pointed at his body before placing your hand on his chest, dragging it down to his abdomen. Your pupils dilated as you could see and feel his muscles twitching as your hand went lower and lower. In response, he caught your hand and pulled it away. The moment he shifted your focus away from his body to his face, you could also see his pupils dilating.

It’s working.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He grunted.

“You scared? You’re the one who likes to tease. It’s about time you get a taste of your own medicine.”

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Y/N! LET’S EAT!”

That gruff ass voice is definitely your brother. So, you immediately flung yourself across the living room, away from the couch. It left you landing on the floor with a loud ‘thud!’. Meanwhile, he slammed the couch pillow on his thighs. The door opened and when Benkei’s eyes landed on you, his expression turned to worry and confusion. “What happened to you?”

“N-nothing- nothing happened…

… I simply fell.” You can feel your bones and grazed skin screaming in agony, but you can’t scream, because nothing. happened.

“From the hungover, huh?” The atmosphere began to lighten along with your brother’s tone. “I get that too. I found hungover soup in the kitchen. Waka made it, right?”

“Yeah💧” There’s uncertainty and gruff in his voice. He sounds concerned??? “Hey, can you get up? That was a very loud thud.”

Your brother can’t tell, right?

Why his thighs are covered with a pillow.

Or why you’re only covered with a towel in the living room

With him

A wheeze escaped your throat as you tried to lift your body off the ground whilst grappling the towel to keep you covered. You could feel both of their eyes on you.

He shifted his attention to Wakasa. “By the way, Waka, why are you here?”

“She left her key.”

“A- a- a- a- a- (insert broken machine noises)”, the sounds that left your mouth as you pushed yourself off the ground.

“Does it hurt?”

“What do you think? Ogre pants, carry me to my room.”

“You ask for help, and this is how you talk?”

“Fine then, don’t! Hmph!” You planted your face to the ground.

“Oh okay smartass. Go help yourself then! I’ll finish all the damn soup. Since you’re so smart, figure something out for yourself.” And with that, he’s gone.

The post (un)nut(ted) clarity is starting to settle in and now you’re left to face the consequences of your actions. Especially the worst one, since you drove your only escape route away in rage.

You could feel his shadow looming over you. “Leave me alone.” You mumbled as you drew lines across the floor with your fingers.

He chuckled before kneeling beside you. “You know, you’ve been contradicting yourself multiple times and it hasn’t even been an hour since you woke up. I thought you wanted something to happen between us?”

“You ruined the mood”

“Really?” He hoisted you up, allowing you to sit on his lap. You could feel the firmness of his body, bringing shivers all over yours. Then, he whispered in your ear, “It seems like the exact opposite.”

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a/n: It’s only been the first day of school and it’s already stressing me the fuck out. This is a good sign that it’s going to stress me out and fuck me in the head even more. Which means the story is gonna get messier and messier

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[feyda-enjoyer]

My brother’s best friend (chap 8/??)

a/n: I lowkey lost motivation to continue this and my ass only likes doing creative stuff when I’m under the pressure of academic stuff. I got college stuff to deal with and that’s how I wrote chapter 7. This chapter wouldn’t be birthed if someone didn’t comment on the latest post. It really made me happy, so I’m busting out these chapters. Enjoy <<333

Part 9 here

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July 24, 2005

Your eyelids felt a bit heavy as you opened them. You scanned the room around your brother’s room in his dojo. Your brother is snoring loudly beside you, hitting the starfish, his alcohol breath escaping his mouth as he exhaled. The smell of alcohol made memories from last night flood your brain. You immediately scrambled out of bed to see if he’s still there, just in case.

Outside the room, he’s preparing to open up the dojo. He batted his eyes at you. “Would you look at that, she’s awake.” He said slightly grinning, a dango stick pinched between his teeth. “You act weird when you’re dru-“

“I remembered what happened and I knew what I was doing. So, what are you gonna do?”

He tilted his head and pointed at himself with a quizzical expression. “Me?”

“OF COURSE, YOU, YOU DUMBASS BASTARD! YOU SAID IT YOURSELF THAT YOU’RE GOING TO DO SOMETHING TO MAKE IT UP TO ME!” You bursted out.

“Oh yeah, I did say that.”

“HOW CAN YOU BE SO DENSE AT THAT GROWN AGE?!”

“Woah woah. Calm down, it’s so early in the morning. You’ll wake your brother up.”

“Don’t care. I want answers now.”

“Yeah. I’ll think about it. First, you should eat breakfast. There’s some- where are you going?”

“My apartment.” You said as you rushed to grab your stuff.

He still had that stupid blank expression plastered on his stupid face. “But it’s a Sunday, surely you don’t have school nor work today.” Your ass was already out the door by the time that he finished talking.

“He doesn’t wanna say it to me? Fine. I’m not gonna jump through hoops to get my answers.” You mumbled as you huffed and stomped your way to your apartment, which was just beside your brother’s dojo. You complained about this to him, saying you want to be independent. However, he keeps on saying that it’s better for your safety and it’s near your work and school- It’s not about just independence. He’s too close. He’s too close for you to get rid of those feelings, too close to hide your reactions whenever he does something (or even nothing, really). You just can’t get rid of him, he’s like a parasite embedded into your life. He’s always there, so close, yet so far. You couldn’t even get a decent answer from him, not a single closure for what you feel. You want to confront him and make him spit out his mind right there and then. But, you can’t do that to your crush while looking like a mess, can’t you 🌚? Your breath reeks of alcohol and you haven’t brushed your teeth last night; not to mention, your hair and clothes are both rumpled; and your entire skin feels like there’s thousands of ants crawling all over it.

You leaned your head onto the door and reached for the keys that were supposed to sit in a pocket inside your bag- it’s. not. there.😌. You squatted on the floor so your hand can reach into the depths of your bag. Those stupid keys are nowhere to be found. Of course, It’s on the day where you need to hurry too. It’s so early in the morning and nothing is going accordingly. So, you ended up slamming your bag up and down the floor in frustration. Seeing that there’s no success in finding those keys, you just slumped on the doorstep in defeat.

But then… you heard footsteps and the familiar jingle of your keys. “Looking for this, princess?”

There it is again, that stupidly bored face. You reached your hand out so he could give you the keys. However, instead of handing it over, he took the initiative to open the door instead. “You know, you get riled up so easily. It’s fun watching you lose your shit over your keys.”

“Shaddup, old man.” Inside, you took off your shoes and placed your bag on your counter… plop plop “… What the fuck are you doing here?”

“What? I just wanna wait on you to get breakfast. Besides, you seem hungover. I could help you if you slip and fall.”

“Huhh?! Why- nevermind. Stay on the couch or I’ll rip your hair off.” It’s tiring to argue in this state, it’s better to just let it be. Regain your composure first, then fight with him later. 🙂‍↔️✨

As soon as the cold water of the shower hits your body, it flushed out the irritation that came along with it. Now, a new realization starts to dawn on you. You’re taking a shower… AND HE’S OUTSIDE AHHHHHH. It’s okay it’s okay. Calm down. It’s no big deal. You can get through this easily. You looked at the hanging bar behind you where your towel is supposed to be- yep. Not there.

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a/n: I’ll post the next chapter very shortly. Hope you enjoyed it🫶🫶🫶