Kinda Forgot About This, Behold, Baby Wyvern

kinda forgot about this, behold, baby wyvern

This is Ember. They are a baby wyvern... Babeys

Jealousy - Lucien

Lucien’s turn! He gets to deck someone, as a treat. The full thing can be read over on Patreon!

He has no right to jealousy. None at all. What right does he have to your life after the way he treated you?

Still, it eats at Lucien’s heart. You were the most important person in his life…if he’s honest with himself, you still are. There’s a pedestal in his heart and he’d tried desperately to knock you off of it to no avail.

Now you’re a stranger he loves dearly, and he’s a stranger you can’t stand.

The jealousy he’d like to deny still lives there, burning in his heart despite how he’d like to deny it. It’s even worse at times like these.

You’re walking only steps ahead of him. It’s a coincidence; you both have an afternoon class and you live in the same hallway, after all. There’s a guy walking beside you, and Lucien can tell it’s not Viktor. The lack of horns is a dead giveaway there.

He leans toward you, your shoulders brushing, and he turns his head. Lucien can see the smile curling his lips as he leans down into you space and says something.

Heart lurching in his chest, he tries valiantly to keep his head down and continue marching on. He hopes against hope that you don’t glance back and see him; he knows he’s the definition of pathetic at the moment.

Then, the second after the guy leans into your space, you cringe back and shuffle a few steps away. Lucien realizes then just how tense your posture is, and how your fingers are curling around your keys like a weapon.

No. He can’t…this can’t happen. They’ll rake you over the coals for an assault even if you’re just protecting yourself.

Lucien promised he wouldn’t intervene in your life anymore for your sake. This, though? He’s doing this for you, too.

“Hey!” He barks the word out, watching the both of you freeze in place.

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Full story can be read over on Patreon! Each story in the jealousy series will sit at around 600-700 words. This one got a bit out of hand and is around 900 lol.

Beautiful from Ordinary Days

This is really cute <3

It's also very well written. Good job, Coe :)

prompt by @jonyxtion 🫶

Somewhere, in the middle of nowhere...

A young girl’s cries rang out through the dimly lit camp.

“Oh for my sanity’s sake, the frog is fine so please stop crying before all the coyotes gather to eat us.”

But the girl’s tears persisted unabated, her gaze piercing through the man with an accusatory glare. In her eyes, the man had become an emblem of guilt, the embodiment of her pain and torment, “You hurt her.”

The man sighed and ran a hand through his disheveled hair. Handling such situations, especially when it involved teary-eyed children, was far from his comfort zone.

“Look, Fadiya, I didn’t hurt your precious amphibian friend,” he said, trying to sound reassuring but failing miserably. “I merely... conducted a few experiments on it.”

Fadiya’s tear-streaked face contorted in confusion. “Experiments?”

“Well, yes,” he admitted sheepishly. “But it was all in the name of the arcana! And perhaps a touch of curiosity. But observe!” He gestured towards the frog, which was now the size of a cat and changing colors every minute. “Isn’t it amazing?”

But his attempt to evoke wonder only deepened Fadiya's despair.

The young girl’s sobs intensified, her voice choked with anguish, “Why is she doing that? You have ruined her!”

Just then, a loud noise came from a nearby hammock. The abrupt noise had jolted Naima out of her slumber, she let out a groan of irritation, her desire for the comfort of a plush bed evident in her grumbles.

“What’s going on? Why are we crying at this ungodly hour?” she grumbled, rubbing her eyes and squinting at the unusual sight before her. “What is that?”

“He hurt her.”

“Her?”

“Oh, Fadiya, do you know how many frogs she has–”

“I cannot believe you hurt her, that is unacceptable.” Naima interrupted with a glare, she refused to let Fadiya hear about any of her less-than-virtuous acts. Naima tried not to laugh at the sight of the frog but she couldn’t help but smile a little at the strange sight.

Fadiya hiccuped, her tears subsiding momentarily as curiosity mingled with her sorrow, "Auntie, why did he have to experiment on my frog? Can’t we change her back?"

“First of all it’s my frog. Secondly, she is now far better than a regular frog.”

Naima shot him a glare once again then turned her eyes towards Fadiya. She softened her gaze, realizing the depth of Fadiya’s attachment to the now-transformed creature.

Naima’s wavy black hair cascaded around her shoulders like a midnight waterfall as she crouched down to Fadiya’s level. Her pale skin, softly glowing in the light of the lanterns, accentuated the depth of her amber eyes.

“Well, sweetheart, sometimes things don’t go as planned, especially when magic is involved. But let us look at the bright side. She doesn’t appear to be hurt, and she possesses a magical allure unlike any other frog you’ve encountered.”

Fadiya sniffled, wiping her tear-streaked cheeks with the back of her hand. She glanced at the vibrant, ever-changing frog and let out a small giggle amidst her sorrow.

“I suppose it is sort of amazing,” she admitted, her voice filled with a mix of wonder and sadness.

The frog hopped closer to Fadiya, its bulbous eyes fixated on her. It seemed to sense her shift in mood and croaked cheerfully, as if trying to comfort her.

The man scratched his head and mumbled to himself, “Maybe I should have experimented on a different animal…”

Naima gave him a sideways glance, her eyes twinkling mischievously, “Well, that’s what you get for meddling with life without considering the consequences. Next time, maybe think twice before turning a frog into… that.”

“I wasn’t trying to turn it into that.”

“What were you trying to do?” Naima’s curiosity got the better of her, and she motioned for the man to explain while they moved away from Fadiya and the frog, leaving them in their own quiet world.

Fadiya reached out a trembling hand and gently stroked the frog’s smooth, damp skin. Its delicate webbed toes tickled her fingers, causing her to giggle once more. The frog responded with a contented croak, basking in the affection it received.

Her tears had dried up, replaced by a newfound curiosity and a glimmer of hope. She looked into the frog’s round eyes, filled with wonder and innocence, and whispered, “I’m naming you Asha.”

“Seems like Asha is quite fond of you,” Naima remarked as she walked back to Fadiya, her voice filled with warmth and affection. “Just like how you’re fond of her.”

Naima crouched down beside Fadiya, her eyes filled with admiration. “You have a gift, Fadiya,” she said, her voice filled with pride. “It’s a rare and beautiful thing.”

Fadiya nodded, her gaze returning to Asha, who had nestled closer to her side. “I love her,” Fadiya admitted, a radiant smile spreading across her face. “She’s my favorite frog.”

She then turned towards her aunt, “But don’t worry, you’re still my favorite person.”

Naima chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with affection, “Oh, Fadiya, you always know how to make me feel special. You’ve been my favorite since the day you were born.” She reached out and ruffled Fadiya's hair playfully, her touch filled with warmth.

“You weren’t there when I was born,” Fadiya narrowed her eyes, “How come I don’t remember seeing you?”

“You may not remember, but I held you in my arms shortly after you took your first breath. Your mother was exhausted, and I was there to welcome you into this world.”

Fadiya’s brows furrowed as she tried to recall the distant memory. “Really?” she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Naima nodded, a soft smile on her face. “Yes, really. I remember the way you looked, all tiny and fragile. You were my little gift from the world, Fadiya.”

Asha, as if sensing the conversation had shifted away from her, croaked loudly, as if to say, “What about me?”

The sudden interruption made Fadiya and Naima burst into laughter, Naima gently patted Asha’s head, “You’re my favorite too, Asha.”

I'm going to draw this. When? I don't know, but it will happen. You have my word

What if... what if cheek kiss? 👉👈

👉👈 !!! I suppose it depends on the stage, but I'll assume you're in a relationship? (And if you're interested in how they'd react while crushing... it's 👉👈 feel free to send a separate ask for that!)

I accidentally wrote this with the caveat that it was a sudden cheek kiss... but I hope you enjoy, anyway! :)

SALVATORE would startle, eyes bursting open with light. They turn to you swiftly, grinning ear to ear, and would lean in to kiss you back on the cheek, assuming that is something that you want. If not, then if you're at least comfortable with this much, they'd reach out to hold your hands and squeeze them. Giggling, they'd say that it was nice—thank you, MC!

LUCIEL would blink, going deathly still. Their finger twitches, the only movement they make for a few, long moments, and then they turn to you slowly. It's now that you realize that the ends of their ears have turned red, now that they're facing you with a small and diffident smile. If they know it's something you'd like, they'd lean forward slowly and press one to your temple as well.

CIOCANA would suddenly tense, having lost all control over their senses or movements that even their eyes turn blank for a moment. They clear their throat as they recover, turning the charm on once more and looking to you. What was that about? Did they suddenly seem kissable at that moment? If so, MC has to commit to it. (Internal screaming)

ALESSI would blink, but they only need that moment to process it. Provided that they already know it's something you're comfortable with, they'd surge forward to kiss you on your cheek, maybe two or three. MC launched a covert attack on them, and they're only rising to the challenge! If MC is not one to receive, though, they'd just scoff playfully and roll their eyes. What underhanded tactics to catch them off-guard; they're lucky they can't counter it.

Thank you so much for the ask!! 💕💕