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When your boyfriend buys you gems for your "Pretty boy game." and you get Sylus and Zayne's Eros cards.
A Lullaby for the Flame - Dragon Sylus ♡ Princess
SYNOPSIS. Enraged by the king’s attempt to steal his treasures, the dragon sets out to destroy the entire kingdom. But during the attack, an unexpected encounter changes his plans: instead of total ruin, he abducts the king’s greatest treasure — the princess.
CONTENT/TAGS. kidnapping, princess au, captivity, caring dragon, possessive behaivor, slow burn, isolation, tension 🏮 Over time, new tags may be added, so keep an eye out for updates.
WORD COUNT. 1.2k words
A/N I hope you’ll like this part! I tried really hard to make the beginning interesting. I can’t wait until we all end up in the dragon’s lair.
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PROLOGUE.
Princess
Life at the royal court was never easy, but you had long grown used to it. Since childhood you had been prepared for one thing only — to be a beautiful marionette. Endless hours of etiquette lessons, embroidery until your fingers cramped, stiff banquets, exhausting dance practices, heavy gowns, painted smiles, and endless tales about the exquisite prince who would one day claim your future.
Until now, those had been only stories, but everything had grown far more serious. For months now, princes from neighboring kingdoms had been arriving at court, asking your father for your hand — and each time, you prayed they would be refused. To you, the entire process felt cold and lifeless, stripped of any trace of romance. Worst of all, you couldn’t speak of it to anyone. Everyone around you seemed obsessed with your future husband, and they would look at you with thinly veiled scorn if you dared to say you weren’t interested.
Everyone except Tara.
Tara, the daughter of one of your father’s closest lords were your only real friend. She adored the idea of a charming prince in all her girlish naivety, but she never looked at you like you were mad when you raged against the thought of becoming nothing more than an expensive ornament in some prince’s hands. A body meant only to bear heirs and warm his bed.
That afternoon, you sat in the garden, watching the flowers sway in the wind while your maid poured you tea. You had managed once again to slip away from a public gathering, and this time, miraculously, you had succeeded. Here it was quiet, peaceful — far from whispers about suitors, false laughter, and the empty-headed girls you were expected to spend your days with. Hollow shells, not so different from the shell they were so eager to mold you into.
You were lost in thought when suddenly a thunderous crash echoed from the eastern tower of the palace. You and your maid both turned — only to see great clouds of black smoke rising into the sky, followed by screams and terrified cries.
You leapt to your feet as your maid immediately tugged you in the opposite direction. Somewhere in the distance, guards were shouting to one another that the princess had to be found and taken to safety. You hurried through the maze of flowers, your gown fluttering around you as butterflies brushed your shoulders, strangely oblivious to the chaos. Your maid glanced behind you anxiously, urging you to move faster.
Just when it seemed you had reached a safer part of the garden, another explosion rang out. Flames burst to life right in front of you, devouring the roses in a blaze of heat. Your maid grabbed your hand and tried to drag you in another direction…
But then a massive shadow fell over you. She gave a strangled gasp, and before you could even react, your maid crumpled to the ground in a faint.
Sylus
The number of times greedy, foolish humans had tried to sneak into his lair could no longer be counted. Each attempt ended the same way, and yet they still came back, always with the same purpose: to steal what belonged to him. His treasures. His jewels. The collection he had gathered over decades—or rather, centuries—carefully chosen piece by piece, each one placed with deliberate care, each with its own place in the hoard.
And every time, those intruders wore the same crest on their armor. Every time, they died for their greed. But if the common men were fools, their king was far worse. That was why Sylus had decided it was time to show them once and for all what became of those who trespassed into a dragon’s domain without invitation, daring to lay their hands on what was his.
Sylus was one of the most infamous and feared dragons on the continent. Like all dragons, his lifetime had stretched long enough to amass riches beyond imagination, and he guarded them with immense pride. The petty struggles of mortals never concerned him, and he had little interest in their villages or their cities. For most people, he was nothing more than a legend. But all knew one rule: no one should ever step into the northern cavern of the kingdom, no matter the promises of legendary treasures said to rest within.
For many years, the rule had been respected. Until the current king ascended the throne.
At first, Sylus had shown restraint. He would frighten the intruders away, hoping they would recognize their mistake and learn. But the attempts never stopped. Eventually he was left with no choice but to act. If the problem lay with the ruler himself, then the solution was simple. He would burn the royal palace, and the kingdom along with it, so the world would learn what became of those who provoked a dragon’s wrath.
That was how his assault began.
His mere appearance had been enough to throw the palace into chaos. Some people fled in terror. Others, foolishly brave or desperately ambitious, tried to fight him in hopes of winning glory and claiming his hoard. Others still scrambled to protect themselves or the royal family. It took him less than ten minutes to reduce the eastern tower to ruin before turning his attention west.
A single torrent of dragonfire consumed the royal garden. Petals shriveled instantly, curling into ash as they fell like black snow across the ground.
“What a shame,” Sylus thought, almost idly. The destruction of a garden so lush and carefully tended did not appeal to him. But his fury burned hotter than roses, and the flames were one of the quickest ways through the palace walls. The bright pink roses flared and vanished, leaving behind nothing but charred stems.
Then his gaze shifted.
Something else had caught his attention.
A small figure, frozen before the flames. A girl in a pale, lavishly decorated gown, her fine shoes already dulled with soot, their shine lost beneath the falling ash. At her side stood a woman—her panting, trying in vain to shield the girl with her own body. Such loyalty. Almost admirable, though ultimately useless.
The servant, frantic for a way out, turned and caught sight of him. The horror in her eyes was almost entertaining. It was sharp, pure, and Sylus found it… pleasing. She stiffened, let out a pitiful squeak, and crumpled unconscious to the ground.
And then the girl looked at him.
Her eyes.
They were bright, lit by the reflection of the flames, but shining with something otherworldly. That light pierced through the smoke and heat, catching him off guard. Her hair had been braided neatly, but now strands had fallen loose, framing her face and slipping across her eyes. Beautiful eyes. Too beautiful for the blood of her father to run in her veins.
A princess.
Her features were soft, strikingly unlike her father’s. Her fear was quiet, not wild or shrieking like the others. Her eyes brimmed with tears of terror, her lips parted slightly as if to scream, but no sound came out. She only stared at him, frozen, trembling, those eyes full of pure horror.
Sylus did not particularly like that look, but he could change it easily enough.
The fire around her sputtered and died, leaving only smoke curling into the air. In that moment, Sylus understood. He did not need to burn an entire kingdom to ash in order to wound the king.
The servant would live. Someone had to carry the message back. Someone had to tell the king that his greatest treasure had been taken from him.
Next part. (Coming soon...)
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OBSESSED. ☆ SYLUS.
📰 extra, extra! why is your bodyguard so obsessed with you? girl, you wanna know...
warnings. fem!reader, popstar!reader, bodyguard!sylus, established romantic history ( very brief ), pet names, semi-public, fingering, oral ( fem. receiving ), cowgirl, unprotected p in v. wc. 4.6k.
an. reused the header and a bit of the plot from an aaron hotchner fanfic i wrote on wattpad in like… 2021??? tweaked most of the details obvs but ig i was born as a bodyguard au lover
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Your bodyguard was such a buzzkill.
Dragging you out of every party you make an appearance at, replacing your shots with water once he believes you’ve had one too many, watching you like a hawk no matter where you are or who you’re with...
You despise those who have an inability to have fun, so as far as you’re concerned, Sylus is the devil reincarnated. You aren’t exactly shy about your opinion of him either, and perhaps in hindsight, that is exactly why he was currently pacing through the party you’re in attendance of to try and ruin your night yet again.
(Ruin your night or… do his job? Hell if you care about the logistics of it all. Two sides of the same coin, you think.)
His protective instinct only grew more intense ever since the two of you shared a kiss before a concert of yours that left your lipstick smeared over your face like there was no tomorrow…
And what did that asshole do? Nothing. It was in his nature to make your life miserable after all. Sylus let you walk out in front of your thousands of fans, makeup messy and appearance disheveled all from his mouth on yours alone.
And boy, did the tabloids have a time with that one… Who was the culprit? A new fling of yours? Fiancé? Possible baby daddy? Each and every news outlet had some uniquely wrong to say. Can’t a girl have a makeout session with her bodyguard in peace?
Hotch you say?
[Love and Deepspace Podfic] Crimson Dominion - Sylus x Female!Reader
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You and Sylus have a routine. It’s one borne of months spent coexisting with one another, and one that you’ve easily grown accustomed to. Ev
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Summary: You and Sylus have a routine. It’s one borne of months spent coexisting with one another, and one that you’ve easily grown accustomed to. Even though your life with him in the chapel is all a means to an end— an end that involves him devouring your soul— you would be lying if you said you weren’t comfortable and complacent with the dynamic. That’s why when you find him behaving abnormally in the bowels of your shared home, you can’t help but draw closer to the peculiar sight… and upon discovering the truth, there’s no stopping yourself from selfishly caving to the desires of your lust-drunk dragon.
Alternatively summarized as Sylus goes into his dragon rut and has freaky, animalistic sex with you.
Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, dragon!Sylus, dragon ruts/heat cycles, biting/scratching, knotting, possessive behavior, rough sex, size difference
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This masterlist will only include my little ficlets. Any reblogs where I word vomit don't count.
I take requests for the AUs I've written for already (such as scenarios for the fairy!reader).
I'll do my best to keep this updated, but I really do just use this blog to put my ideas in a place and sometimes they escape the drafts.
This is a NSFW blog. MDNI.
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I'm pretty much Sylus exclusive. I'm sorry other girlies :(
Dragons and Fairies (SFW for now) Fairy!Reader x Dragon!Sylus Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (coming soon)
Modern Life of Dating a Dragon (NSFW) Reader x Dragon!Sylus Reader is MC Ovulation Time | Sylus' Birthday | Sylus Rutting
Ancient Tastes (NSFW) Vampire!Reader x Dragon!Sylus You're Addicted
Oh, to actually be his kitten 🥺
i like mine clingy, obsessive, touchy, protective and possessive. be all over me or don't bother me at all

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Xavier: You really don't trust me?
MC: Why should I? All the men I know are dogs.
Xavier: Meow.
“My poor baby. My poor sweet little boy,” I lament out loud over a whole grown adult man who is not mine but is in fact a fictional character with fictional hurts. What matters is my feelings are real
pretty boy Raf✨😔
Made this art trend to manifest an idol event soon 😔🙏
art by: BECKYMASTERY

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people are so wrong about zayne being a sweetheart in bed, did we forget that the quiet nerdy ones are ALWAYS the freakiest, that man will fuck your brain out and obliterate your insides with no remorse
It’s him