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Hello! I found your blog a little while ago but was always a bit shy to send you an ask! Are you still active or not? :3
Please stay healthy!
Love,
Suzy
Not...at the moment? Technically no, since I'm not actively writing content for the fandom--but that's mostly because I'm not writing much for any particular fandom at the moment, and my ADHD is a force of nothing if not fandom chaos. Would I like to write for Yona of the Dawn if my brain could settle down for more than three seconds? Absolutely! I still adore this series and catch up with the manga from time to time, but unfortunately it hasn't been on my brain's 'priority fandom' list for a while.
In that way I still totally encourage sending an ask or a request if something tickles your fancy--my brain has been known to surprise me for when the sense of motivation strikes >w>;;
I love your writing ahh itās so good :ā) can I request one for soowonš„ŗšš»šš»
Soo-Won is quite a mysterious partner while also somehow being the most readable man youād ever come to know. You could feel as if you know him as good as you know yourself, and yet there always seems to be something new uncovered in the depths of his soft gaze and gentle smile. He is equal parts gentle and vicious, composed and aggressive, kept in such a careful balance that itās often hard for new acquaintances to get an accurate sense of his abilities and cleverness. But then again, perhaps that too is part of the role that Soo-Won so carefully crafts for himself to fill
With that said, Soo-Wonās own kinks are notoriously hard to pin down. He tends to avoid any questions that ask for his preferences, often deflecting them to you with words, hands and lips upon your skin, leaving you little able to think beyond the sound of his name. Upon the surface, itās almost as if his only true preference is in your own pleasure--nearly anything you bring up to him is tried at least once, without judgement or teasing.Ā
There are certainly someĀ recurring aspects to your lovemaking that Soo-Won seems to take a mutual pleasure in, often ravishing you just as much with his mouth as his body. Words flow as freely as water from his lips in moments of intimacy, his hands across your body as if writing delicate poetry with your euphoria. Soo-Won never speaks crudely even then, but the joy he takes in how you tremble is undeniable. He seems especially fond of this when youāre beneath him, belly-down, so he can gently cradle your chin against his palm to turn your head and press his lips to the shell of your ear, all the while prompting you to moan louder.
You would never call Soo-Won a particularly possessive person (no more than anyone else), he seems rather fond of leaving you littered in marks evidence of your lovemaking. Even when heās being particularly gentle there are still soft blossoms of color from where heās gripped your hips flush against his own, over your shoulders where heās nipped and kissed. Youāll often be left looking as much of a mess as you feel, ravished by the rarely-seen side of your lover and covered both in seed and blooming colors along your skin.
And, without fail, he will alwaysĀ be the one to wash you after each time of pleasurable union, to the point that you often wonder if he has a cloth and tub of warm water at the ready when the two of you initiate a moment of romance in your own quarters. The first few times you attempted to clean yourself, but Soo-Woon never allowed it, chiding you with little more than words and a soft smile on his lips.
āYou are mineĀ to service, no one else. Is it not the duty of the king to care for his people?ā
Heād often leave you wrapped in silken blankets or a layer of his own robes to find a servant and ask for a fresh change of clothes readied for you--assuming he didnāt seem content to leave the two of you naked and in eachotherās arms for a while, of course. Soo-Won seems especially content to simply hold you, naked and warm, against himself.
Hello there! I recently came across your blog, and I really enjoy your writing style! I was wondering if I could request an nsfw fic of what would happen if Kija's s/o got drunk and had started to come on to him in an innocent, but sexual kind of way? Sorry if that's a little vague;; Good luck on your blog! ^^
āKiiijaaa~ā
The man is only given a few moments to react before you fall upon him with limbs tangling around his shoulders. He stumbles against your sudden weight against him, but manages to catch both his footing and wits as he turns around to face you.
āM-master?ā
āOh Kija,ā you mumble, words accented more with mischief than with the vague sense of bubbly drunkenness that pervades your limbs and mind.Ā āYouāre so fuckinā cute when you say adorable, dirty things like that.ā
Kijaās face starts to burn a soft pink.Ā
āH...how is that d-dirty?ā
You giggle and wrap your arms even tighter around him, content in the inhuman warmth of his body and the way he holds you in kind to keep your wobbly world from tipping over.
āSo cuuuute~ā
You canāt help but nuzzle your face into the dragon warriorās chest, sensing his rapid heartbeat despite the inebriation. Itās not as if the manās embarrassment is all that much a secret regardless, his affection as obvious as the sun in the middle of a clear day. The fact that he tries to hide it so desperately--that heās so woefully inexperienced in handling his own amorous emotions--makes the flush of his cheeks all the more appealing.
It doesnāt take very much to tilt your head up and gaze into Kijaās eyes. Though they are nowhere as powerful as Shin-Ahās own, their striking, inhuman energy leaves them almost glowing. Beautiful. Breathtaking. Though you hardly have the mental capacity to bring such words to your lips, the very same lips are able to press to the gentle curve of Kijaās jaw.
āWanna do things to you...ā you murmur against his skin.Ā āYouāre so cute when yāget all flustered.ā
Kija doesnāt seem to have any words in response, as they quickly fall away into a gentle whimper that barely brushes between his soft lips. His hands clench tighter into the back of your shirt, just enough to be reminiscent of how he might clutch at you in the desperate moments of pleasure.Ā
It makes you want more.
āMuh-...master,ā the word sounds so tense upon the dragonās tongue.Ā āWe-...Youāre not...ā he takes a sudden breath, as if reserving himself to a thought, before softly pulling himself away from your hungry lips.Ā āYouāre n-not in the right mind for...this...ā
Though disappointed in being unable to cover the manās face in more gentle kisses, there is a quiet moment of acceptance in his words. Begrudging, yes, but even you have the sense enough to understand Kija wasnāt comfortable with going any further.Ā
Still, it doesĀ give you the space and angle to see how heād been thoroughly effected by words and lips enough that the pale warriorās face is a bright ruby red, and his pulse is thumping like a drum. His hair, loosed from its tie, frames his face with a delicate halo of silver.Ā
Beautiful. Breathtaking.
āYāgot me,ā you concede at last, a smile pulling lazily at the corners of your lips.Ā āBut once I get this burned off, Iām gonna...āĀ
It takes a moment and a little bit of wobbling, but you manage to lean your face next to his, lips just barely brushing Kijaās ear. It takes just a few words, free-flowing with the influence of alcohol and lust, before you feel Kijaās claws clench tighter still into the back of your shirt; his heart practically skips a beat. Two beats, then three, with each and every delicious word of promise that fills the air between your mouth and his ear.
If heās being entirely honest, it probably doesnāt start beating again until youāve fallen asleep in his arms and heās carried you to your bed, trying desperately to ignore the heat in his belly and the excitement coursing through his veins.
He hopes, desperately, that youāll remember the promises when youāre sober.
Tags:Ā Reader is YonaĀ AU,Ā Mating Cycles/In Heat,Ā Pining,Ā Dirty Thoughts,Ā Dirty Talk,Ā Falling In Love,Ā Breeding kink
Summary: Ā Jae-Ha thinks that heās dying. He might not actually be dying, but who is to argue semantics when it feels as though fire itself licks hungrily at his skin with every moment of existence? When hot blades of steel sink through his mind with every inhale of air?
Heās as close to death as can be without literally taking his final breath, but he's about to realize who will quell his boiling blood--the very person that caused the reaction in the first place without anyone realizing it.
You.
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Everything is on fire . From the air that he breathes to the very skin on his body, Jae-Ha feels as if heās submerged into a pool of lava. It comes on too quickly to be a fever and itās not nearly as debilitatingāthereās no other symptoms that would lead him to thinking that heās sickābut he would be an utter fool to consider himself entirely healthy.
Even Yoon canāt seem to find an answer, only offering the dragon a cursory look-over and a constant pinch of his brows tight over his eyes. Itās not a look that the green dragon trusted. If the young genius of a boy couldnāt gather the faintest idea of what ailed him, then did he truly have any chance to figure it out on his own?
Suffice to say, there was little else that Jae-Ha had than simply treating the symptoms that he could and ignoring the restāand that alone was hell.Ā
Though he could treat the tension, the body aches and even the uncomfortable churning of his stomach, there was absolutely nothing to ease the heat burning him to the core. It clung to him like a heatwaveāit felt worse than even the days he had spent out at sea with Gi-Gan and her crew, when the days were smoldering and sweat dripped down his skin. Even then he could seek comfort in the shade of the mast or even slip below deck if there was little to do.
But now?
Jae-Ha thinks that heās dying. He might not actually be dying, but who is to argue semantics when it feels as though fire itself licks hungrily at his skin with every moment of existence? When hot blades of steel sink through his mind with every inhale of air?
So truly, heās as close to death as can be without literally taking his final breath.
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āI swear, Jae-Ha, I have no idea whatās causing this.ā
Yoon sighs, rolling up the cloth mat of tools and herbs in a relinquishing of effort. Heās tried everything twice over in stubborn attempts to help bring the man any relief from his symptoms, but absolutely nothing seems to work. No tea, no supplement, no medicine of any type that does more than curtail what always comes back in a matter of hours.
āAs far as I know youāre healthy, justā¦ā
He trails off into silence. Jae-Ha sighs after a few moments and pinches his fingers over the bridge of his nose; at least heās gotten better at hiding the little nuances of discomfort that plague his body. A few days ago had him seething at the end of his mental restraint, but now heās able to take most waves of searing heat in stride even as it all but rolls through his body like scorching lava.Ā
āDonāt worry about it then,ā he says at last, moving to his feet so sharply that he doesnāt miss the way Yuun flinches back from him. āBetter to let it run its course than to keep using up what few medicinal resources we have right now.ā
āBut arenāt you in pain?ā
Jae-Ha considers himself for a moment. Each breath is even, as easy to take in as any other, but yet each inhale feels like heās pulling smoke into his lungs, the scent branding his thoughts so deeply that he canāt think about anything other than the sensations that plague his body. But where is it coming from?
āNo,ā he finally lies, brushing off both concern and a lock of hair that had fallen over his eyes.
It takes every ounce of his willpower to push down the ache that wrenches deep in his stomach, but the dragon warrior manages to hold a steady gaze as he turns back to Yuun. He offers the young man a simple wave in greatful farewell mere moments before his legs send him up into the sky above.
By the time Yuun can think to say anything, Jae-Ha is already too high up to hear him.
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When something starts to seem off about Jae-Ha, you feel it more than you see it. The green dragon warrior was normally so casual and freespoken, but over the last few days you notice more and more that heās distanced himself considerably from not only his fellow warriors, but also from Hak, Yuun, and even yourself.Ā
While the others didnāt seem to notice the subtle differences, you could feel it like a knife slicing across your consciousness. Something was different . Something was wrong . Instinct started as a little whisper in the back of your thoughts, but has grown into a dull roar, calling you to action to find out what was troubling your green dragon warrior so deeply. Could he be feeling burdened by joining you and the others, leaving behind all of those people in Awa that had been like family to him?Ā
Could he...even be feelingā¦.hateful towards you?
No. Absolutely not. You had given great care to give each and every one of the warriors a choice. While each of them were compelled to follow you as heir to the Kouka kingdom, you did not want that to usurp their freedom as individuals.
But perhaps Jae-Ha did not feel the same, and his continued distance only furthered the worry gnawing at your mind until you simply couldnāt take it anymore--you had to talk to him. If he was truly feeling homesick and under the duress of his dragon blood forcing him alongside you, then you would do anything in your power to alleviate his woes and allow him safe return to the Water Clanās territory.
With a mind made up and too stubborn for second thoughts, you decide to talk to the green dragon warrior the next chance that you get.Ā
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The treeline seems to always be within reach for the green dragon warrior, an easy avenue of escape when things get to be too much for him to bear.Ā
Too much noise. Too many smells. Too many people.
Though he likes a bit of solid ground beneath his feet in some form, Jae-Ha always seems to find a suitable tree branch to sit himself upon with ease, high enough that he canāt be noticed from the ground, and out of the leaves enough so that he can stare up into the starlit night sky.
The stars, they looked especially beautiful above him. He might even describe them as peaceful, in any other circumstance. A sea of glittering dots within a sea of ever-expansive darkness, not quite unlike the lanterns of ships bedding down for the night as the last echoes of sunlight fade away on the horizon.
With the young Yuunās words still bouncing around inside of his skull, Jae-Ha reserved himself to the unfamiliar waves of fire ravaging his body and soul alike. He certainly didnāt feel healthy, despite the boyās assurance of the contrary. He knew no poison, drug or food that could cause such symptoms--if nothing else, they reminded him greatly of what one Awa pirate had described Nadai withdrawal to feel like.
Withdrawal.
Jae-Haās entire body shivered at the thought of the word. Itās implications meant more than he wanted to think about. Wanted to admit, even if it was to himself. After all, there was perhaps one important change in his life that could be the cause for the burning in his veins.
A certain person whose presence he canāt seem to get out of his thoughts no matter how hard he tries. A person who, whether he realized it or not, he had been avoiding since the waves of hot agony began.
You.
The person who had become his master, who had earned his trust and admiration, who had made his blood boil with the utmost sense of passion and loyalty and adoration-
And just like that, another wave overtakes the man without warning, always starting like a wildfire from the very center of his chest before wrapping itself around his limbs and mind. Hot. Smoldering. Itās every bit as agonizing as what he thinks withdrawal to be and every bit as yielding in how it can reach into the depth of his soul and rip out the most stupid things.
The way his heartbeat skips when he sees you smile. The way his lips tremble when he wonders what yours might feel like against his, pressing deep and passionate beneath the tender light of a full moon.
The fire continues to sink into Jae-Haās bones as he entertains the rampaging fantasy.
A night like this would really be a good one for that, wouldnāt it? A smile breaks across the manās face as he, smothered in a cold sweat and his heart racing so fast that it hurts, stares up at the moon shining bright above his head. Mocking him? Enticing him? Jae-Ha canāt say for certain which, but thereās a certain masochism to the notion that every little perverse thought of you, that special person, seems only to kindle the fire ever hotter.
Would you want the green dragon to take you gently? Roughly? Would you tempt him openly with fluttering lashes and gentle words, or would you take your pleasure from him while he plays the ever-loyal servant? The thought of being made to serve anyone makes his stomach churn and his jaw clench, but you?
Youāre the exception. To a lot of things.
Jae-Ha thinks about how he first met you in Awa. Though you were with so little experience outside of being the heir to the Kouka kingdom, you showcased an immeasurable amount of courage above and beyond what he would have ever expected to find in his would-be master. Years of tall tales and assumptions had built up a very distasteful and sturdy portrait for what the crimson dragon king would be like in his return--powerful and unyielding, forcing his will on the four dragon warriors without so much as a care for their use beyond tools for war and bloodshed.
And with one single glance of his eyes into yours, one touch of your gentle hand upon his fevered forehead after his dragon bloodās enticement, that very portrait shattered into a million imperceivable pieces.
He would follow no other person with as much loyalty as he would for you. He would fight for nobody else, protect nobody else, long for nobody else-
The breeze picks up, pulling Jae-Ha out of his thoughts and leading him to the sudden realization that he was...no longer in pain. While the heat still laced through every vein of his body, the warrior couldn't find anything more than a dull ache echoing from his chest and legs. It even seemed to grow smaller by the second, fading away until only the heat itself remained fervent, his blood still boiling with emotions that he only then became aware were buried by it the entire time--denied, rejected, ignored.
Lust swept over him, twisting around the fiery heat in a tightly-braided cord which bound his limbs frozen and kept him still where he sat, as if unable to even breathe for a few terrifying heartbeats. Before Jae-Ha could stop it, the duo of sensations welled within his belly, coming to blossom with one aching, terrifying gasp of air.Ā
Realization was all too quick to follow, now that he could recognize the emotions swirling around his soul. This heat, this agonizing torture that filled his veins in a way he could scarcely describe--was it a yearning to be with the new crimson ruler?
And not just to be with you, but to have you in ways that only instincts could understand, buried somewhere deep in Jae-Haās mind. Instincts to protect, to mark, to breed .
Instincts of a dragon. Unmistakable.
And that is when Jae-Ha, in his moment of carnal paralysis, finally realized that he could hear your voice calling to him from far below the branches. Your sweet voice, soft and worried and edging on fearful, calling his name in such a beautiful, breathtaking way that could make the very moon above bristle with jealousy.
While each of the dragon warriors appear wholly human at first glance, they all hold a much more unique anatomy and set of instincts than any mortal would find familiar.Ā
Besides the obvious set of gifts that the four dragon warriors are uniquely blessed with (claws that can destroy everything, eyes that can see for miles, legs that can jump into the heavens and an indestructible body), they do harbor several further draconic traits that differs the warriors from their human counterparts. These traits can vary somewhat depending on a variety of factors, such as the phase of the moon, emotional triggers or the general disposition of the warriors themselves, but each of them carries these traits to some capacity.
The most easily noticed trait is that of their fangs. While they often do not serve as weapons themselves, they can serve as secondary tools if their primary method of defense fails them--over the many generations of warriors, it should come as hardly as surprise that at least a handful of them found out just how easily those very fangs can bite through unprotected flesh.Ā
Still, a dragon warriors fangs are equally important in marking a chosen mate, though the notion was far more understood and accepted in the first several generations of warriors--often times the unique mark that one would leave on their chosen betrothed would itself be regarded with great respect, as they were often the one who bore the next young dragon warrior who would carry on the title into the following generation. The mark is but one step in the complex courtship that was often involved when a dragon warrior chose a mate for themselves, but the details of such things have been lost to time for many years, and few even know that such a courtship of divinity and mortal even exist.
While only the blue dragon warriorās eyes hold a special and unique power, it is not uncommon for each and every one of them to have eyes that hold an equal, unsettling beauty. So prominent are these gazes, that they have in fact inspired many a scary tale that parents often tell their children of in order to keep them in-line, and many more stories often passed on from one soldier to another in times of war. Such inhuman eyes, bright as the stars and as hungry as a predator, seeing deep into the hearts of mortal men and judging them for their sins--or at least, thatās how the old stories go.Ā
Depending on the generation, there have been dragon warriors who have had scales that decorated their arms and legs like glittering gems; like sapphire and emerald, gold and silver. Though such a trait is recently relinquished into the same category as the presence of long, reptilian tails--seen usually only in moments of high emotional response, mental willpower or phases of the moon--itās still prevalent enough to be intricately tied to the legends of the dragon warriors themselves. It is actually these same traits which made many people lose faith and belief in the warriors themselves, especially when generations of them began to hide their less human traits in the effort to blend in as much as possible, fearing for their own lives in some cases when they were sometimes seen as little more than monsters.
I promise Iām working on one! :3c I uncovered a WIP Jae-Ha heatfic that I had been working on previously, so you can bet that Iām working on it again, thirst and inspiration renewed for our local dragon boyos
Your blog is so cute and your writing is SO GOOD, I love it! If it's okay of me to ask, could I request nsfw headcanons for Shin-ah? The ones you wrote for Kija were just perfect and so I got curious. š
Shin-Ah is as shy in his romantic and sexual pursuits as he is in day-to-day interactions. Itās somewhat hard for him to go beyond that of a passive observer at first, if only because he quite honestly doesnāt know what it means to love someone else; he is not incapable of feeling love and lust, of course, but lacks the experience needed to be fully aware of what those feelings mean beyond instinct and gut-reactions. Heād been raised to know only what it meant to be feared, treated like an omen of ill fortune. The concept of physical love, even so much as to feel the warmth of someoneās hand in his own is entirely foreign--itās something that you would have to teach him.
That said, once acclimated to the notions of being loved both physically and emotionally, Shin-Ah is an incredibly devoted partner. He may lack somewhat in the ways to communicate his feelings and desires, but the man is incredibly observant, even if he sometimes doesnāt fully understand whatĀ it is heās observing. The way your lips tremble when his face nears yours, how your hands clutch at his clothes, or even the way your heartbeat seems to skip when you look him in the eye--a gesture that he had always associated with pain, fear and suffering, he suddenly found warmth in. In the simple act of meeting gazes with you, he canāt quite understand why his own body seems to seize up, heart hammering in his ears and lungs frozen tight.Ā
A lot of his first experiences with you are half-driven by that same indescribable instinct. The first time you two hold hands, the first time you sleep in eachothers arms, the first time your lips meet in a gentle haze of warmth. Even the first time the two of you have sex, the actions are spurred on solely by the fact that Shin-Ah canāt restrain the feelings that run as hot as fire within him, seeping deep into his bones and swimming around his thoughts. Itās an unspoken enthusiasm between the two of you, consent freely given with every touch, kiss and brush of bare skin. While the blue dragon warrior still doesnāt say much of a word in the entire exchange, he speaks profoundly with his gentle gaze upon you, drinking up every shiver and arch of your body beneath his own.
Above it all, Shin-Ah is a very gentle lover, never leaving a mark or manhandling you unless explicitly asked to do so. He treats you much like something precious and fragile, as if heās learning all of the things you like in the same motions that heās learning what he himselfĀ likes as well.Ā
Eye contact. He likes to see your eyes when he has you wrapped in his arms, to see the way they fill with pleasure at every thrust of his hips, every movement of his hand, every lap of his tongue. He likes to watch them fill with all the emotions that you give to him, all of the warmth heād never quite felt until you first looked into his eyes without fear--when he looked into your gaze and found what he would later realize is love.
Heās not too keen on being touched--at least not at first. Shin-Ah is far too curious about what itās like to smother you with his attention to think or want much of it for himself; in fact, the thought never quite crosses his mind, so you are often the one who would have to initiate any level of physical attention when he is the one getting it all.Ā
Summary:Ā The power might be out and it's almost 2 a.m., but you want a snack. Apparently, Shin-Ah was thinking the same thing.
The house has been rather quiet for a while. You never realized simply how much noise there was even when nothing was happeningāthe soft hum of the television, the whir of fans, the sound of the air conditioner or heater going at any given time. There were so many ambient noises that came with day-to-day life that it was unnerving when they were all gone.
Of course, having no power in the house was rather unnerving in itself. You are thankful that itās not freezing outside, warm enough to sleep without issue. Most of the others have gone to bed, leaving you one of the last ones awake and prowling around to tend to a very vital issue that needed your utmost attention: hunger.
Even without electricity to power the fridge you know you shouldnāt open (to conserve what chill is left in it), you still find yourself hungering for something, and whatever that something might be is left up to fateā¦and whatever youād find in the cupboards first.
Tiptoeing down the stairs and through the hallway towards the kitchen, you hardly make a noise. A couple squeeks of the floorboards might have been enough to tug the likes of Hak or Jae-Ha from their slumber, but the two of them are pulling a night shift again and wouldnāt be home until sunrise at the earliest. Annoying? Yes. Really good money? Also yes, which is why they kept up with the job.
You slip through the hall with little fear of waking someone, mind already rolling over the possibilities of what you could eat that didnāt require any sort of cooking or-
A dark figure standing in the middle of the kitchen silences your thoughts and freezes your movement. All you can do is stand frozen in the kitchenās archway, heart starting to race and thump like a rock against the inside of your chest.
The figure shifts, turning in your directionāthey are massive, a huge shape of darkness that lurches towards you. Your breath all but stops inside of your lungs when a gleam of color cuts through the figureās shadow.
Haunting golden eyes.
Thoughts of panic are quick to fill your mind, instincts piling up high on what youāre supposed to be doing in this specific situation.
Run? Scream? ā¦Fight?
Before you are able to decide upon one however, the figure shifts, finally catching a stream of moonlight through one of the kitchen windows. You blink as recognition finally starts to settle in where fear had clutched tight to your chest.
āā¦Shin-Ah?ā
All you get is a loud crunching in response, but itās answer enough to confirm the shadowās identity. You let out a sigh and lean against the doorframe, one hand rubbing over your face as adrenaline leaves your veinsāat least you donāt have to learn how youād hold up against a home invader.
Once calmed you glance up at the shape of Shin-Ah. The details of his body are more clear now that your eyes have adjusted to the darkness. But itās definitely him, thank the stars above.
He looks at you curiously, golden eyes washing you over with warmth enough that whatever feelings of apprehension are fully lost from your mind.
āWhat are you doing down here?ā you ask, taking a step into the kitchen with renewed hunger.
Shin-Ah shrugs.
āā¦Got hungry,ā he murmurs, looking back to a bowl he holds in one hand, the other rummaging through itās unseen contents and popping something into his mouth.
āAt 2 in the morning?ā
The man doesnāt say anything. His eyes are answer enough as he looks at you, a single brow quirked as if to ask you the same questionāyou know what? That was fair. The two of you were in the same boat. He pops more of the unknown snack into his mouth, teeth crunching on the contents.
You eye him for a few moments, curiosity coloring your thoughts.
āSo...what are you eating?ā
A few steps take you closer to him, close enough that you manage but a glance to whatās in the bowl before he gently tugs it up and out of your view.
āShin-Ah,ā the name sounds a little too firm on your lips as you try to uselessly reach for the bowl he keeps just out of your grasp, the manās expression somehow equally cool and flustered all at the same time. āI want to see what youāre eating! I donāt remember us having anything that crunchy!ā
The two of you lightly struggle in the dark kitchen for a few breaths longer until--finally!--you manage to tug the bowl away from him.
Though youāre not quite sure what to expect when you glance inside, it certainly isnāt what you find instead: unpopped popcorn kernels. Just. A whole bunch of them. As if poured right out of a bag--theyāre still covered in butter-flavored oil, or whatever it is thatās packaged with the kernels.
Did....did Shin-Ah just open up a bag of popcorn and start eating it?
Though the answer is obvious, you still feel yourself stiff with confusion, not even fighting as he is finally able to steal back the bowl from your hands. In but the same moment, expression utterly deadpan, Shin-Ah takes several kernels between his fingers and eats them, teeth crunching oh-so-loudly on the hard, unpopped pieces.
Oh. So that was the noise.
āYou canāt just eat unpopped kernels!ā you whisper loudly, not wanting to wake the others--but you are so terribly tempted with the knowledge now implanted in your brain. āThatās horrible for your teeth! Why are you doing....this?ā
You make a grand gesture with your hands at him as if to somehow encompass the atrocity that is eating unpopped kernels of popcorn.
All the blue dragon can do is shrug, and somehow managing to look endearing while doing it--he crunches on another several kernels as you only stare in complete horror.
āNo electricity, was hungry,ā he says, tilting his head to the side as he looks at you with a touch too much of his endearing honesty. ā ās not that bad, really.ā
You really have to wonder how that isnāt hurting his teeth.
Despite the power of wondering, your hunger still gnaws at your stomach--now thereās a vengeance to the pain as if it had been wronged by being made to wait. Though you do your best not to pay Shin-Ah much mind in his odd choice of snack, rummaging through the cupboards doesnāt yield very much of an offering.
A package of pop tarts, some chips, candy....nothing with all that much sustenance, but food all the same since youāre more or less locked out of scoping food options from the fridge or freezer.
Youāre about to relinquish yourself to the few snacks you managed to find, but a hand on your shoulder pulls your attention away. Face turned, you see Shin-Ah holding out a half-finished bag of beef jerky in your direction.
āWe still had some?ā you ask, taking it before sitting yourself up on the counter beside where the man leans. āI thought the others had eaten it all up--hey, why didnāt you just eat this?ā
You open the bag all the same and start chewing on a piece of the jerky, half-expecting for your night time snack partner to merely shrug--assuming he offered an answer at all.
But he surprises you with one.
ā...I thought youād come down here for a snack,ā Shin-Ah says softly. Youāre not sure if itās a trick of the darkness, but you swear that there was a touch of pink on his cheeks. āI saved it for you in case you wanted it.ā
The moment felt sweet for all of two seconds before he crunches loudly on more kernels, though all you can do at the sound, the situation, the mere fact that Shin-Ah is in a dark kitchen at 2 in the morning eating unpopped popcorn kernels--
Summary:Ā The nights are getting uncomfortably chilly and an unfortunate happening one day has left most of the blankets soaking wet--will you figure out a way for you, Hak and the dragon guardians to stay warm with but two blankets, or will someone have to sleep out in the cold?
Night had fallen fast. The sun seemed to leave the sky like one might blow out a candle, leaving the hills and forests below wrapped in a darkness that might at one time had seemed scary to you. The noises that had once made you jump are now a comfort, the flicker of shadows little more than the shift of animals who live their lives outside of the light of day.
It had been terrifying to you at one time, but darkness means little more than as a time to rest and recuperate from the dayās events.
āI think itās going to get really cold tonight,ā you hear Hak say from across the campfire, his tone low and gentle. āDo we have enough blankets for all of us?ā
āThe issue isnāt if we have enough blankets,ā Yoon corrects, poking at the fire with a stick. āWe donāt have enough dry blankets to go around, not after that stunt with the river today.ā
You can already feel Kija tense as he sits beside you. He had been the one carrying the bedrolls when he slipped into the water; though the river had not been a danger in itself, many of the blankets were still soaked and would do little use to keep anyone warm.
āItās not your fault,ā you murmur gently, resting a hand on the white dragonās arm. It leaves him after a few seconds, drifting from his form like a slow, even breath. āWeāll just have to share is all, I donāt see an issue with that.ā
You rub your hand over Kijaās arm for a moment longer before turning your eyes towards Yoon, quirking a brow when your gazes meet.
āHow many are there that we can use tonight?ā
āOnly three--and one is the smaller blanket that canāt really be shared.ā
You let out a hum as your mind goes to work, trying to work out the best usage without leaving someone out in the cold night air. Having to sleep in the cold is an experience youāve had to endure before in the early days of your travels with Hak, so you want to avoid leaving anyone to a similar fate--itās a guarantee that theyāll get next-to-no sleep.
A soft breeze caresses your cheek and slips into the trees above, making the leaves shift and whisper among themselves. A reminder, or perhaps a warning, and it makes you think for a few seconds longer.
āI think...ā you start with a hand to your chin and finger tapping lightly at your lips. āYoon, you should take the smaller blanket for yourself. Youāre the only one who can really use it anyway.ā
āThatās fair,ā he says, prodding at a piece of wood as it slowly burns down to smoldering ash. Thereās a quirk of his tone as he sighs; you can practically feel the pessimistic curiosity in his words as the then asks, āHow are you going to distribute the other two?ā
āObviously theyāll share one blanket with one of us,ā Kija says, finally able to speak, though you can hear the softest tinge of guilt in his voice. āAnd whoever is left will simply have to decide who sleeps without a blanket tonight. I...ā
You feel his body tense up again.
ā...I vote that I am one of them.ā He sounds so guilty that it almost hurts--he is so very earnest about his mistakes that itās nearly to the point of self-loathing. āItās my fault that I let this happen in the first place, so that leaves-ā
āNo.ā
All it takes is one word for Kija to fall silent--you didnāt mean for it to sound like a command, but yet it fills the air with all the same power. You can feel the eyes of the others on you from that one word alone, and you had said it only offhandedly, a mere reaction to Kija doing the thing that you find most endearing and aggravating about him at the same time.
You try to deflect the tension in the air with a rather sheepish smile, only then realizing how quickly they all deferred to you; Jae-Ha, Shin-Ah, Zeno--even Hak looked at you openly from across the campfire, his expression as if ready to follow whatever words that may fall next from your lips.
āGuys,ā you say with one hand to your mouth, trying to stifle a laugh. āWe can just all sleep together tonight.ā
A beat of silence fills the air. Itās as if nobody else knows what to say, and it leaves you the only one making any noise--your laughter seems to carry far into the shadows of the dark woods around camp.
āMy dear,ā Jae-Ha says, sitting on the other side of Kija. āI donāt think thatās entirely appropriate for us to do-ā
āYouāre one to talk about being appropriate,ā Hak deadpans.
The glare exchanged over the top of the dying fire is amusing in its own right, but youāre grateful when Zenoās voice finally pipes up.
āI think thatās a wonderful idea!ā
The gold dragon always seems to radiate warmth wherever he goes and whenever he speaks--his optimism had been a welcome to the group from the day he joined, and continues to glue the other dragons together in even the roughest of moments. The man all but hops up onto his feet and stretches with a flourish, commanding the attention of the other dragons and Hak alike.
āNobody would be left cold,ā he says with a grin. ā-and itās not like one of us suggested the idea first. They can decide whatās appropriate or not. Besides-ā you feel a soft flutter in your chest as Zenoās gaze moves over you. ā-I think we should all enjoy to hold you in our arms.ā
Heat fills your face as not one of the others corrects him. They are all oddly silent, which is an oddity in itself, but it seems as if nobody wants to be the first to speak--the silence is affirmation enough. For as much as you want to prod a little into what Zeno means you also have no desire to make the others feel more awkward than they already do--
Which is likely why Yoon is the first to break the quiet air, standing up with a yawn that sounds just a touch overdone.
āWell, you guys can all fight about it without me, Iām going to bed.ā
He leaves to get settled underneath one of the trees just as you start to get to your feet. Every second that passes without one of the dragons piping up against Zenoās words leaves you more and more curious, but still you say nothing. Instead, you feel it better to go grab the two dry blankets in question--the other couple are still as soaked as they were just a few hours ago. It seems like it will take another day for them to be usable again, especially with how cold the nights have been getting in the northern lands of Kouka.
You return with the blankets over your arms. Hak and Shin-Ah are putting out what remains of the fire, but Zeno seems to have other plans than merely putting it out--sometime while you were grabbing the blankets he has procured a long stick, and heās gently spreading the ashes and coals from the fire over a stretch of open earth.
āI think it will be best to set down one blanket beneath us,ā the gold dragon says, covering the ash and coals with what loose earth he can dig up with the stick and his boots. āThe ash from the fire stays hot for a very long time. If we cover it with dirt and the blankets, then sleep on top of that, weāll be able to stay warm all night long!ā
Youāre not sure whether itās his positivity or idea that tosses the others for a loop, but your equally amused and thankful regardless.
āI never thought of doing something like this, Zeno,ā You say, helping him cover the last remnants of the dead fire. āThis will definitely keep us all warm.ā
You feel the eyes of Hak and the other dragons on you as you lay down the first blanket--it covers nearly all of the spot that had been prepared. When you finally kneel down and lay your hand over the cloth youāre utterly surprised. It feels so very warm to the touch, warm enough that you donāt hesitate to crawl onto the blanket and stretch out your limbs.
Zeno joins you with the enthusiasm you adore him for, quick to snuggle up on one side of your body, head tucked against your shoulder.
āWell?ā you ask, gently lifting your head to glance over the others. āI said we were going to all sleep together right?ā
They all look at you in turn, silent, but eventually either the awkwardness breaks or the sudden cold breeze of air pushes them into motion. Itās Kija, Jae-Ha, Shin-Ha and then finally Hak that join you on the blanket, finally wrapped up as best as can be done with six people. Though the second layer of cloth isnāt able to cover you all perfectly, the warm layers of ash and dirt below seem to make up for the rest, if not also the fact that you all soon find yourselves wrapped up in each otherās limbs.
āThis is... nice,ā Shin-Ah murmurs, only loud enough for the group to hear. His arms are wrapped around Jae-Haās waist, face maskless somewhere in the shifting and pressed between the green dragonās shoulder blades. ā....very warm.ā
āI have to agree,ā Kija says in a tone just as light. His head is tucked up against your other shoulder. āBut are you sure this is....alright?ā
You can only laugh at first. The innocence is endearing with Kija, a man who treasures his traditions and cares so much for the comfort of others--for you.
āOf course it is,ā your face turns and hesitates for but a moment. A heartbeat. But eventually, you press soft lips to the top of the white dragonās head. One of your hands is able to stroke through Jae-Haās hair, the other with fingertips playing softly over Hakās cheek, as heās taken the spot just behind Zeno.
They are all so close to you, all so warm; you can feel everyone huddled up together, limbs tangled and faces nuzzled in a warm pile of people youāve grown to care about so deeply over the many months since leaving Koukaās castle.
itās perfect, in a way. Something in your heart sings to this, as if youāve finally finished a puzzle you never realized was left forgotten. Though you had always felt safe with Hak and the dragons around you, never before had you felt so utterly complete until this moment.
Being with them, being close to them, holding them as tightly as they hold you--it feels like heaven.
āI donāt think Iād want to sleep any other way after this.ā
Your words are but a whisper, but you feel each of your bed partners shift to snuggle closer to one another--as if in silent agreement.
And, slowly, each of you finally drift off to sleep. Though the wind is chilled and the night cold, never once do any of you want for warmth. The dragons curl around you and one another through it all, and for once you think even Hak is able to find some peace in slumber, not a nightmare to wake him.
Youāre the last one to drift off. There is no worry in your mind nor discomfort keeping you awake; you simply take the extra time to look between each of your partners, to see them in a way so intimate that you hadnāt been able to before. How peaceful they all look, caught in each otherās arms--itās something you want to commit to memory forever.
And only then, with a smile on your lips and a warmth in your heart, do you finally fall asleep.
Did I check your blog for any new posts all day long? Yes. Congratulations you barely have any akayona fics yet and still managed to become my new favorite akayona writing blog š the fact that you're just as in love with kija as us others makes me enjoy your blog even more haha Keep up the good work, i love your writings! šš
Sometimes it takes a little bit for me to get crankinā on content--gotta love that olā ADHD brain in that way. But once I get on a content-creation binge, thereās plenty to sift through. Iām currently trying to catch up with the manga and with all the hype thatās simmering in my mind from that alone, that binge may come pretty damn soon >:3c
But for real, thank you! I absolutely love all the characters in some way or another, so Iām extremely excited to try my hand at their perspectives and quirks--especially since I havenāt seen any other reader-insert content for this fandom any!
YOUR "because I wanna do things to that boy" TAG FCK SAME HAHA. I don't think Kija is actually all innocent, he surely has a kinky side. Can you write a headcanon about kija's possible kinks? (Ik the last request was quite similar so it's fine if you wanna skip this one. Just some kija x reader fluff then?)
Praise kink, full stop, and thereās nothing Kija can do to hide the fact that he has it bad. Something as simple as a passing compliment is enough to put a rosy shade of pink on his cheeks, though thereās nothing nearly as delightful as purring sweet nothings into his ear when heās already worked up enough to burstāhe craves validation in most day-to-day happenings, though his partner could easily have him all but wrapped around their finger if they were careful and gentle with their words.
If heās already worked up, mere words and compliments may even push Kija to the edge. With as loud as he can be when near orgasm, it certainly wouldnāt come as a surprise nor as a disappointment when you might feel him shake with every sweet word that leaves your lipsāevery soft coo, breath hot on his skin as you only barely touch him with the tips of your fingers, and then finally feel him crash into euphoria with a sob of your name filling the air since heās long-since lost the ability to form any other word.
Equally in receiving and giving, Kija is also particularly weak to body worship. He delights in the chance to learn his loverās body as intimately as they may allow him; to be able to find all the ways to bring them pleasure is more than he could ever ask for. He wouldnāt be nearly as vocal in wanting to be worshipped and fussed-over in turn, but he tends to put his partner first for most things in general.Ā
All it might take is a brush of your fingertips over his bare skin, kisses peppering the curve of his jaw, the delicate caress of your palm as it presses over his hipāheād turn to utter putty if you didnāt stop, if your lips trailed down his right shoulder and to the inside of his wrist.Ā
Which would lead into another kink of his, though heād likely not realize that he is into a form of hand worship until heās literally three seconds from cumming because your lips wonāt stop kissing over his palm and fingertips. Thereās just something so sensitive about his hand and arm, especially when itās yourĀ attention leaving Kija so breathless and wanting. It gets only worse when you take his fingers between your lips and worship them with a slide of your tongue; in short, it would not be hard to make him orgasm from that pleasure alone.
Hey, just as a quick heads up for yāall, because I donāt want my blog or my writing to be misinterpreted or my stance unclear:
I donāt participate in ship wars. At all. If youāre going to come into my ask box and try to compare one ship to another, or worse, talk down on a ship or the people who enjoy that ship, then your ask will absolutely be deleted. Iām not here to participate in discourse, and Iām certainly not here to shame people for whatever fictional pairing of characters that make them happy--itās nobodyās place to judge that.
If I had my way, thereād be a fuck more polyamory tbh, so ship what āya ship my dudes
And I also want to remind you guys that I specialize in reader-insert content! Iām happy to write non-reader insert shippy content, but the former is what I tend to lean towards.Ā
If thereās an idea you just haveĀ to have, then I totally encourage you to check out my commissions! You can be as specific as you like in whatĀ āya want and an assurance that youāll get it written in a timely manner c:
Other than that, please just let me know if you have a question or need me to clarify anything--Iām here to try and brighten someoneās day with my writing, not to bite off heads or be an asshole. Thereās no such thing as a stupid question and thereās certainly no place for shame or judgement on this blog when it comes to ships and kinks and ideas!
To that anon, whatever you can think of, SOMEONE has sent in weirder or kinkier or more specific. There's a whole lotta examples in the WtNV blog specifically.
If anyone wants to see the full receipts for all the stuff Iāve written (and to feel assured that Iāve dabbled in a little of everything) then please go check out my AO3 account! c:
Seriously, Iāve written all sorts of fluff and angst, though my speciality is largely erotica, and reader-insert content at that. Light kinks, dark kinks, AUs aplenty--thereās nothing that Iād be too bothered by at this point. I promise youāll never get any judgement on any of my blogs either; these are places to indulge and have a good time!
Hey I'd really like to request a drabble but I can't find a drabble list? If you don't have one i'm sorry for this stupid question, I have just never requested drabbles without a list š so how would I do this?
I donāt have a drabble or request list yet! This blog is still new and thereās not yet a lot of content, so I figured it wasnāt worth making until the ask box has some stuff in it c:
Just request whatever you like via the askbox, as broad or as specific as youāre comfortable with! Iāve been writing reader-insert content for almost seven years now across well over a dozen or so blogs and fandoms, so thereās really nothing I havenāt seen before--no need to feel shy or worried about requesting what you want!
dunno if my browser is screwing it up or not, but on desktop the asks are written in white-on-white so i have to highlight them to see what you're responding to. (hm, white on white... white dragon... a thought for another day.)
Nope, that oneās on me! A little quirk of the theme I use for all my writing blogs is that the background of asks are connected to the background color of the blog itself--since I almost always use pictures as backgrounds, I sometimes forget to change it from white (as Iām personally fond of darker themes).
Thanks for letting me know I forgot about that--it should be all fixed and readable now! c:
