Surprise! Another Prompt Done! I'm Not Sure How I Managed To Squeeze Out A New One Today After Having

Surprise! Another prompt done! I'm not sure how I managed to squeeze out a new one today after having written a different one already, but I'm not complaining. Kairos and Kyn are always a pleasure to write about. Plus its been forever since I wrote any smut and I'm happy with how it came out!

Day 8: Umbrellas

Fandom: None

Summary: Kairos wakes up next to her beloved, but in the middle of their affections, something breaks the moment.

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1,751

Characters: Kairos (OC), Arkyn (OC)

Kairos shifted in the lavish bed, taking some blankets with her. Yet an unexpected opposition against her tug made her try again in vain. With one last try, now half awake and half asleep, she finally managed to bring the blankets to her side, along with something else.

The queen readjusted herself to cuddle up the vampire, one arm resting on her chest and one leg lazily draped over hers, both women entangled in bed. Queen Arkyn yawned, opening her eyes slowly as she woke up. She glanced up at her companion, Kairos’ white hair tangled and messy after last night’s activities, her pale skin decorated with almost completely faded bite marks and hickeys. Kairos glanced down at her beloved as well, softly cupping her cheek as she admired her in all her glory, the sheets doing little to nothing to hide their bare bodies. She felt a surge of lust reawaken as her eyes travelled down to the queen’s chest and torso, hers free of any love marks to ensure her husband wouldn’t suspect a thing. The blankets cut off the great view far too early for her liking, but she remained civil. They had drunk plenty of wine the night before, and while Kairos could barely feel the effects of alcohol in her body—a perk from being an immortal being with regenerative healing powers—the queen wasn’t so lucky, and the vampire didn't want to disturb her if she suffered from a hangover.

Kyn’s skin was warm to the touch, while hers was cold as a corpse, giving away her undead nature. The queen melted into Kairos’ affections with a dreamy sigh, earning a chuckle from her forbidden partner.

“What’s so funny?” Kyn questioned as Kairos caressed her cheek with her thumb.

“Nothing. I just find it endearing how the oh-so-wise and stoic queen becomes a puddle of sighs and blushes in my arms” she replied teasingly, a playful yet sweet smile tugging at her lips.

The queen, a woman well into her 40s, pouted at the tease. She shifted on the bed to get on top of Kairos, her head now resting on her bare chest as the vampire traced idle lines along her back.

“At least I’m not the one who needs a pillow to quiet myself at night”, Kyn teased back, her grin growing as Kairos blushed.

“Quiet, you”

The queen giggled at her mumbled words and leaned in to kiss her.

Kairos happily returned the kiss.

While these nightly encounters were fewer and more scattered than Kairos would have liked, there were nights like that one when they were free to enjoy each other’s company without interruptions. With the king gone for some important meeting in the neighbouring kingdom, their kids off with their grandfather for the weekend, and little to nothing significant for the queen to do, both women had agreed to meet up and enjoy themselves. And enjoyed themselves they had.

Their clothes lay scattered around the bedroom floor, having been tossed and quickly forgotten by the couple amid their haste to make it to the bed; the cups of wine still had some remnants of the drink, the bottle open and empty.

Kyn’s lips travelled down from Kairos’ own to her jawline, gently sucking and nipping at her neck as she lowered her head further. The vampire hummed at her affections, one hand grabbing the queen’s waist and the other tangled between her hair.

The previous night, the queen’s room had been filled with sounds of pleasure and desperation, a shared feeling of urgency to explore each other’s bodies once more. Sweet laughter and whispers followed by gasps and whimpers, moans muffled by lips or pillows to ensure the castle would remain ignorant of their activities. However, that same sense of urgency had disappeared, replaced by something else.

As the queen glanced up at Kairos, the vampire gently lifted her and pushed her against the mattress, now with her on top and her precious Kyn underneath her. That was how they usually started those encounters, yet later, they often found themselves in opposite positions and roles, and both were very much on board with it. Their eyes locked briefly, and Kairos couldn’t help but admire the view before her. While time had yet to affect her physical appearance, her lover had grown older with the years—some grey hairs mixed in between her brunette locks; her porcelain-like skin showed creases along her mouth and eyes, and her eyes, while still ignited by the same passion she shared for her, lacked a certain shinning, a flicker of youth Kairos had once thought permanent in her gaze.

The vampire felt her heart ache, a sudden sadness threatening to take over her mind. If only she had reached out sooner rather than hiding as a monster, scared of getting rejected by her beloved, maybe then they could have shared countless more nights like that one. Perhaps she wouldn’t have been forced to marry that dreadful husband of hers. Maybe-

“Kai?” the queen’s soft voice broke the vampire’s thread of thoughts, her eyes once more landing on her bare form and the sadness leaving way for a familiar burning passion.

“Yes, my sweet?”

“If, you know, you don’t want to do this again, that’s alright. I know I’m not exactly in my prime, and giving birth does take its toll on a woman’s body…” Arkyn laughed nervously, a soft blush spreading to her cheeks, feeling like a teenager talking with her first crush all over again.

Kairos shut her up with a kiss, earning a gasp from her lover yet feeling her melting into it regardless. Once their lips parted, leaving both women breathless, Kairos reached out and gently caressed her cheek.

“You are even more beautiful than I could have hoped,” she murmured as she studied her lover’s body, her hungry gaze leaving no patch of skin unseen. “I just wish I had reunited with you earlier to worship you as you deserve.”

Worship. That was it. Someone as beautiful, kind, witty… As perfect as her dear queen deserved nothing, if not the treatment of a goddess from her followers. She deserved to be worshipped and pampered, to be treated like a deity amongst men. Kairos might have lost time, but she was more than willing to make up for it all.

Before Kairos could fully delve into the s heets once more to prove to her queen just how much she still wanted her, a sound broke the quiet of the night. A rooster’s song made its way to the queen’s chambers, making Kairos halt her assault on the queen’s chest. She frowned, glancing up to the window. As a former farm girl, she was used to the sounds of the animals, and she knew by heart at what time of the day each felt more active. It was true that they had fallen asleep, but surely their slumber had lasted less than an hour, a couple at most… right?

“Something wrong?” Arkyn asked breathlessly, her eyes half-lidded as she glanced up at her partner.

“…What time is it, Kyn?”

“Uh…”

The queen got up from bed, leaving Kairos alone between the sheets and furs that sat atop the luxurious mattress. Kyn stumbled towards her desk; the discarded clothes, the darkness, and her residual dizziness made her trip by accident on some of the garments. She reached for her pocket watch, and her eyes widened as she registered the time. Kairos didn’t reach to see the hour, but her night vision allowed her to catch the surprise etched on her lover’s face. She frowned at her expression, raising her head from the comfortable pillows.

“Kyn?” she urged her.

“So… It’s kind of a little bit past 6.50 AM”, she answered softly, trying to keep panic from settling into Kairos, which happened anyway.

The vampire usually left the castle far earlier than that, not daring to be found out by the queen’s maids that barged into her bedroom with the sunrise, or even worse, getting caught by daylight and burning alive as she tried to return to her manor. If it was that late already, then the sun would come out any minute now, and both Kairos and the princess knew the castle wasn’t a safe place for her to wait out the daylight while hiding from everyone.

“How did we sleep so much?!” Kairos gathered her clothes along with Kyn, putting them on in a rush.

“Well, there was the wine, and then we did end up pretty tired after we tried that new thing with the candles…” the queen murmured under her breath as she searched for something, making Kairos blush.

“It was rhetorical , Kyn, but thank you for the reminder; I was there, too.” She started buttoning her blouse, yet her hands kept clumsily missing the small holes. “Ugh, stupid buttons!” She gave up on her blouse and floated around the room as she put on one shoe, looking for the other all at once. “Have you seen my other heel?”

“Bathtub?” Kairos quickly flew into the queen’s private bathroom, finding her lost heel and necklace inside the tub.

“Thank you, love.”

Arkyn felt a quick kiss on her cheek as she kept digging in her closet, Kairos putting on her heel on the other side of the room. Her hands fumbled around the different drawers and compartments, frantically searching every nook and cranny of her wardrobe. Just as Kairos was about to announce her departure, the queen rose victorious from her search and rushed to her side.

“Here. It’ll help you avoid the first rays of sun.”

Kairos looked down at her hands as the queen passed her what she had been looking for: an umbrella. She looked up at her beloved, her smile causing one of her own to appear on her face, and she gently kissed her lips.

“I’ll be back tonight”, she promised, the vampire’s lips lingering on the queen’s for a second longer than necessary.

“And I’ll be waiting for you. Now go before the sun catches you.”

With a heavy heart, Kairos opened the window and opened the umbrella. She glanced back at the queen, her body refusing to go away so soon, yet the sense of rush grew with each passing second.

After sending her one last kiss, the vampire jumped out of the window and flew away, her figure soon becoming a blur for the queen, who watched her departure from her bedroom.

Got THE pocket watch ever and I'm absolutely in love with it. So excited about it I had to share it here too. It's just so perfect!!!!

Any ponderings regarding Mike crew? (Perchance do you know of/care about Terminal Velocity?)

Oh I've heard of that! That's a fun one. I think Oliver would enjoy being pulled into the vast, if only so he wouldn't have to see all the tendrils, barring the whole vertigo issue. I miss mike crew, I want him to come back. Don't care that he's killed people he should have killed more

Came home to a scolding about how I'm overweight because I don't move and never do anything and I'm destroying my health for being lazy

Just what I needed right now

I also love how they casually forget I have an actual issue with my knee that makes it so I can't do any sport but walking, cycling, and swimming. And guess who gets told I'm coming up with excuses if I try to bring it up as an obstacle. I swear I'm actually scared of doing sport, or even doing as little as going out when it's raining, just because of my knee problem. But I guess it's not that big a deal if they say so

Istg I'd be fine with sport if I had a way to incorporate it into my day-to-day without going so out of the way or if I didn't feel like losing weight was the only way to determine if "I'm doing port right"

. I'd say thoughts are being had but no mind is blank and full all at once this Viggo has either added 20 years to my lifespan or taken them and I don't care which one it is

My friend really asked me to draw these two like this

I'm no longer gonna bring up the fact that I'm late to these things because I'm starting to realize there's no way I can catch up sweats

BUT! Day 7 is here! Almost 7 days late to make it more poetic

I think the reason this one took me so long, besides getting a god-awful assignment, was that I had no clue what to do with this prompt. But alas, here it is (also I'm trying out different ways to post my writing in here so if you see me messing around with the posts formats, yeah Idk what I'm doing but I'm trying my best)

Day 7: Chestnuts

Fandom: How To Train Your Dragon

Summary: Hilda and Boreas go out into the forest to pick up chestnuts for Gothi, and the dragon worries about her rider's bottled up feelings.

Rating: Teens and Up Audiences

TW: Implied self-harm

Words: 2,100

Characters: Hilda Hávarðr (OC), Boreas (OC)

Boreas growled as he found another one, and her rider crouched next to him to examine the find. The burr was mostly brown yet had a soft green hue that hadn’t quite gone away yet. That and the fact that the nut itself peeked from underneath the spiky coat meant it was good enough to pick up. She carefully grabbed it and placed it into her basket along with the other chestnuts they had gathered.

“Good job, big boy. I’m sure Gothi will appreciate your help.” Hilda praised him as she petted her dragon’s neck, making the beast purr softly.

Raising to her feet, she brushed off the bits of dirt that had gotten on her pants and readjusted her coat. This year’s autumn was proving colder than usual, the wind taking advantage of any little entryway left in her oversized clothes to make her shiver. At least it wasn’t so bad as pure winter, when the cold made her suffer from a constantly stuffy and runny nose, and she couldn’t smell anything at all. Now, she felt some sort of relief as she caught the gentle, earthy tones of humid dirt that carried the air and reminded her of autumn.

Despite the persistent pain in her knee — always present right before and after heavy rains — she continued walking through the uneven terrain, her eyes peeled in search of more chestnuts to harvest. Gothi had sent her apprentice in a search for them; something about how they were helpful in remedies against inflammation or even digestive problems, though Hilda had the feeling the old lady just wanted an excuse to enjoy the sweetness they offered when toasted. Regardless of the reason, she had accepted the task, as usual. And as usual, she was stuck now with a dull and time-consuming chore, yet she couldn’t complain.

The young healer sighed as she grabbed another handful of chestnuts, always making sure they were ripe and not the toxic horse chestnuts —if she picked those up by accident, Gothi and her would be more than busy for the next days, given their poisonous properties. 

Boreas didn’t seem enthusiastic about the job either; then again, the woolly howl had a tendency to find many activities boring if they forced him to do something rather than nap and be lazy all day. But he was still there with her, something she appreciated greatly.

The wind picked up unexpectedly, a sharp swoosh breaking the stillness of the forest and making many trees shake and some more chestnuts and leaves fall, Hilda’s scarf swinging along in the direction of the sudden gust. She looked up, only to spot the black and red tailfins of a familiar night fury and another four dragons following closely. The distant laughter of the gang of teenagers carried on the breeze, fading as they soared past the forest'. Her gaze lingered up in the sky for a bit too long, snapping back from her thoughts only as her dragon gently headbutted her side. She smiled gently, giving Boreas a few pats on his head. 

“Let’s keep going, okay?” Her dragon huffed, letting out some mist out of his nostrils. She knew he didn’t approve of her dismissal. Hilda sighed. 

“Come on, we have barely filled this one basket, and we still have two more to go.” 

In protest, Boreas shot some cold air to his rider’s face, freezing the tips of her hair. She flicked it off and rolled her eyes at the beast. She knew where he was going with this, and she knew he was more stubborn than her. 

“Really, now? Can we not?” The dragon’s stare said more than words could. As usual, Hilda was the one to give in. “Fine, you win, you big ball of fur. But we are picking up more of these, too.” She insisted, grabbing another chestnut and tossing it into the basket.

The woolly howl followed, seemingly content with the deal, and looked at her rider expectantly. 

“I don’t even know what you want me to say.” she knelt down, examining the coat of a chestnut that had fallen into a pile of leaves. It looked rounder than the others, and as she tried to peel it she felt it was more complicated, too. Hilda left it on the ground, knowing it was a horse chestnut. “That I kind of wish I could be up there with them and fly around and have fun little adventures?” she huffed. “Sure, yeah, I guess I do. So what? Look at them. They are heroes. They are brave, strong, smart, capable, and they have done so much good for Berk. I almost died the one time I tried to do something by myself. They’ve earned it. I haven’t.”

Hilda’s voice didn’t hold resentment or judgment. Perhaps a twinge of jealousy, but deep down, she knew that would always be there, just as someone envies the friend with a prettier face or the neighbour with bigger muscles. Her tone did show frustration, however. Maybe at them, maybe at herself, but it was there. Boreas snarled, showing disagreement, and his rider let out a dry chuckle as she turned to face him. 

“What? You know it’s true. I mean, come on, do you seriously think I’d fit in there with them? I’m not strong; I’m not a warrior. I’m not brave either. The only thing I got is brains, and even then I’m probably dumber than Snotlout when push comes to shove. All I’ve done, all I’ve achieved, it was dumb luck or just a happy little accident. Fishlegs would have made for a better healer and Astrid would have made for a better Hávarðr and you would be better off with Ebba than with the mess that her big sister is. The hunters were right. I’m nothing if not a little mouse who sticks her nose where she shouldn’t. I could barely heal my little sister, and Hiccup is more capable with one missing leg than I am with an annoying but functional one. I’m not fit to be a Viking or a healer; I’m not made to be a Hávarðr, let alone a rider!”

The forest fell into a deep silence; the only sound to be heard was the wind gently brushing the ochre-coloured leaves now that both the girl and the dragon had stopped walking. The beast’s once challenging look had now softened into an almost pitiful glance. Hilda returned the look to her dragon, refusing to let any tears fall. He didn’t move, still not used to her outbursts, and neither did she. It hadn’t been the first one, far from it. She tended to bottle up everything she felt like it until she was too far gone and finally exploded. Sometimes, it manifested as anger that took out on herself, physically or verbally. Others, she sobbed herself to sleep. 

But there was something that had changed. 

Boreas took a step closer and nudged her stomach with his head. He purred and looked up at her, and despite not being able to communicate with her with words, Hilda felt a tender, soft feeling in her chest. It wasn’t the words that mattered to her. It was the fact that he was still there despite it all. 

He had met her at her lowest point, tricked by dragon hunters because of her childish naivety and unable to fend for herself, yet somehow determined to keep living and make it back to Berk, if only to heal her sister. And now, almost a year later, he was still there. He had seen her ups and lows —her laughter and tears, her relentless determination that made her work harder than she would ever admit, her glances at others with a hint of jealousy for fitting in so nicely while she fought to keep her place in the tribe, and the constant shadow of dread that loomed over her as if she was a fraud about to get caught at any moment. She had tried so hard for years but barely got anywhere. Even Hiccup, who she once considered her equal, was now seen in a new light and a true Viking. Because he was a hero and had earned his place in the village. 

Boreas, the beast that had spared her life, whether out of pity or compassion, had been there for her more than any of the Vikings she had known and helped all her life. He didn’t need her. He had no reason to stay. Yet he did. She was enough for him. 

Overwhelmed by her bottled-up emotions, Hilda crumbled into tears and fell to her knees to hug her dragon, clinging to his fur as if she was scared he’d fly away any moment now. The beast remained quiet, nuzzling his head against her cheek, tenderly brushing away the tears that fell down her face. The basket of chestnuts lay abandoned on the ground, quickly forgotten as the young healer found solace in her dragon’s company. She wasn’t a Viking, or a rider, or fit in in her own village, and her dragon didn’t care. She was Hilda, and that was enough. 

Boreas slept soundly next to her bed, the hut filled with a serene quietness no one dared disturb at those hours of the night. Hilda was the only one still awake by then, at least in her home, where everyone else had fallen asleep long ago. Her eyelids grew heavier with every passing minute, yet she remained seated on her chair, her eyes unmoving from the piece of paper in front of her. 

It had been months now since she last saw the dragon hunters, their territory far too remote from Berk to cross paths once more, yet her mind still toyed with the old offer. “Your tribe must hold you in high regard”, he had said, his hand shifting the hunter piece to face one of her own, “you seem like one skilled healer”. He had won the maces and talons game with a move she could have never seen coming, and had later let her walk into his brother’s trap, not bothering to stop her. Yet Viggo had warned her. In his own subtle way, the businessman had seen something in her and had given her a chance to free herself from that situation, an act of mercy or perhaps still part of his sick mind games. “Imagine the heights you could reach if only your people trusted you more. There is a world of wonders and knowledge for you to explore out there, little mouse. And I can provide it, if you so wish.” She knew he was deceiving, a cunning man with a silver tongue, someone who could sell sand in a desert. But she was curious. And she wanted to do more. She wanted to show everyone just how capable she was. She wanted everyone to notice that same side of her that her dragon and that dragon hunter had seen. 

Her eyes wandered towards her window, meeting the sight of the glorious meade hall, the pride and joy of Berk, the heart of the village. It was a place of unity and celebration, where everyone met and celebrated significant events and festivities, where the chief listened to his people and did his best to aid them. It was also where Hilda’s plan to heal Ebba had been turned down by her own and she had been forced to rely on no one but herself to save her sister from death’s grasp. Despite it all, the healer wanted to help them. She wanted to show she was worthy of their praise and attention, yes, but above all she just wanted everyone to be happy. She wanted to help Berk grow into something better. 

Stoick would have never agreed to her proposal of working with dragon hunters, potentially perilous enemies that went against Berk’s new values and morals. So she didn’t ask for permission. Hilda finished the letter she had been writing, the charcoal moving swiftly on the scroll, before she paused to consider her choice. Maybe the offer didn’t stand any longer after she had not only managed to escape the trap, but also get away with the very same dragon the hunters meant to keep. Maybe it had been too long already and the deal Viggo had once proposed to her was no longer available. Yet she secured the scroll close and prepared it to be sent to the northern markets the following day.

She would help Berk and earn their respect, no matter the cost.