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good god my obsession with infidelity is becoming a little bit concerning but hot women (so like all women) cheating on their mid-ass boyfriends/husbands with either their homoerotic girl best friend or "the other woman" in their relationship (who they used to scorn as cheap and a homewrecker as a scapegoat for the boyfriend's ungratefulness) ESPECIALLY in historical settings will always be a top tier trope for me and i will never not eat it up
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Tw's - Dragon Obanai, injuries, blood, cuts, stitching him back together, he's an asshole, talking down to someone, belittling.
The territory lines within the Ashra kingdom were nonexistent, although politically there were lines, but the residents were free to come and go. The void territory made for a good weekend trip for most. The void dragons were very reserved. They stuck to cave systems, leaving most of the land untouched, burrowing deep and creating dens. The scenery was beautiful, hills of grass and flowers that eventually changed to a beach. The humans that lived in the territory had built homes on the coast, so close to the Mist dragonâs territory but safer than the depths of the ocean where most of the water type dragons existed. Traveling between the small territory of the poison dragons to the void dragons took less than an hour from coast to coast and was often your vacation away from things. Summer was always a slower time for you. Less poison related accidents happen when no one is traveling to the hotter territories. As a doctor who specializes in poisoning, you were in demand, but you still needed your vacations. There were plenty who could handle things while you took a small break. The house you rented was a small one bedroom with a small kitchen and bathroom. The back porch was really what you wanted; the view of the sea was to die for. The sea dragons that took an opportunity to spend time in the sun and made the beaches their home, some taking human form and finding places among the beaches to sunbathe and enjoy the weather.
Today was different, though. The clouds were dark, threatening as you walked along the beach, looking for shells and other collectibles to gift the children that came to your office. There was a certain anxiety that surrounded poisons and toxins, the people that came in feared their own bodies, unsure how to combat their powers or cure an accidental poisoning. There were plenty of young poison dragons who finally develop their power, releasing it with each emotion and causing chaos. Most young poison dragons were homeschooled until their teenage years, when their powers were more stable, and they had more control. The gifts eased their minds while you ran the uncomfortable tests. Sea Glass, coral, scallops, whelk, jingle shells; your bag was filling as the clouds darkened.
         As the first droplets hit your hands, you finally look up from the sand, drawstring bag heavy in your hands. The clouds were a nasty grey color, like a storm that would sweep you into the Mist kingâs territory, lost to the anger of the harsh sea. You needed to get home, and quickly. Home didnât even look accessible from where you stood. The increase in rainfall and the blip in the distance that was your vacation home meant you needed to find cover this second. Sand stretched for miles, no cover and no cliff edges to hide under, so you turned towards the treeline further inland. Sprinting was your only option as you threw the bag over your shoulder, making way for the trees and some cover while you waited it out. The vacation home you stayed in was in a small alcove of other houses, not a lot of tree cover, so you would have to hunker down, try to find something that kept you dry. You cursed yourself for being so reckless. This was a vacation and maybe you really did need the mental break, but staying dry to avoid illness and not get caught in the tide of an angry storm was not how you imagined that break. The rain was getting harsher by the second pelting your skin as you walked through the forest, looking for some type of cover. You could still see the beaches from where you were, so you walked close to the tree line, hoping a cluster of trees could cover you enough to keep you somewhat dry. As you stepped through twigs and leaves, you noticed a cluster of trees, close together and shading an area. You almost sprinted to the cover until you got closer and noticed it was shading a cave of sorts. Dug into the side of a hill was a deep den, the darkness didnât help you with seeing anything but the silence of the cave and lack of any disturbed vegetation told you it might be abandoned. You took the chance with it, stepping carefully into the large cavern. The flooring was hardened, worn with years of use and movement. It was warmer than the outside as you stepped further in, hoping it will help you dry and stay warm until you could hear the rain slow or even stop. You dropped the heavy bag of collectibles on the floor. Sitting next to it, you pulled your knees in close, hoping to gain some warmth. Though manipulation and power over the elements and nature has been gifted to the dragons over the years, after many inter-racial families grew, some humans develop small gifts, not in the scale of dragons but enough to get by. The slight manipulation of water you were gifted with couldnât Stop the rain from hitting you or slow the fall of the drops, but it helped with lessening the dampness of your body, removing the water from your person and pooling it a few inches away from you into a decent sized puddle. Though you were relatively dry the dark cave and wind from the rain had you shivering, even as you huddled in on yourself.
âI knew I smelled a witchâ the bass of the voice resonated your skull, instilling fear in every inch of you. Though you saw no one, you would be an idiot to believe it wasnât real. The clicking and rustling of talons and scales across the ground had you scooching towards the caveâs entrance, but not desperate enough to run. âWhy have you come? Trouble in the village? Has the poison queen grown restless?â the flare of purple stripes had you reaching for your bag. Praying that if this was your end, you would be remembered as someone who tried their best to help others. There was a quick dart of purple, thrown against the wall you sat against, a torch that you couldnât see through the dark of the home you had invaded lit. Coming into view were the heterochromatic eyes of the legendary Void king. There was something about the way he controlled void flames that had even the most powerful of any race cowering. The flames that burned purple were hotter than any fire recorded. Combined with the addition of void magic that vacuumed anything and everything up, destroying it until it was as if it never existed. The lithe body of the towering dragon stood far from you, like he had been resting in a corner of the deep cavern. The vents that burned purple on the sides of his head flared as he blew another burst of fire Igniting more torches in the area.
âSpeak before I decide to no longer hear you.â The void kingâs accent had Draconish Sounding like a snake coming from him, his forked tongue greeting you as he spoke, the point of his teeth flashing with each word.
âmy apologies, your majesty. I sought refuge from the rain. I did not know this was your home. I was collecting shells from the beachâ you hesitantly raised the bag that rattled with shells. He huffed a breath. Smoke releasing from the vents on his head as he turned around, trudging further into the cavern.
âComeâ it was a command, no room for disobedience or argument. His heavy steps went much farther as you rushed behind him, trying to keep up as he wound through the tunnels of the cave. Void dragons were known for their lack of sight. Some would think it a disadvantage, but their other senses made up for it. Their sense of smell could not be rivaled, and it made them devastatingly powerful.
Two turns down had you wandering into a large opening. Lanterns were lit around the room, a waterfall fell into a small pool. In the middle of the opening was a pit filled with furs and blankets. It looked well lived in. Next to the water was a pot big enough to feed a large family. It sat over a large fire, steadily bubbling. The dragon trudged towards the pot, sniffing before he let out a purr of contentment, sitting himself down. You stood towards the entrance of the opening, looking at all the small trinkets shoved into divots in the rock. Stuffed animals, clothing, jewels. It wasnât what you expected one of the strongest beings on the planet to have in his home. You watched as he moved around quietly. The only sound was his tail dragging behind him. His horns sat low on his head, following the slope of his skull. He was ethereal up close. The iridescent reflection of his scales shone off the water. A glass pane installed surrounding where the water came in provided an abundance of natural light. You were pulled out of your gazing with the sound of movement. The king had taken the pot handle into his mouth, lifting it and using a claw to tilt its contents into the pool. As the liquid gushed out, you were overwhelmed with the scent of herbs. Aloe, Rosemary, pointed Mint, and Star Anise. It was an interesting mixture, but one you would recognize anywhere. The floral scents solidified your thought as you watched him place the pot back, sitting back as the water mixed with the tincture. You cautiously stepped forward, hoping to get a closer look to confirm your suspicions before you opened your mouth and looked like a fool in front of the Void king.
âWhy are you sneakingâ He didnât move from his spot, not even a rustle of the fins on his tail.
âMy King,â He huffed at the title as you continued approaching him.
âI would know that concoction anywhere, it is to treat injury. Please allow me to help you with whatever it is you need healed. I am one of Queen Shinobuâs top doctors and poison experts.â He allowed you to continue to approach, until you were an armâs length away did he growl, halting your steps.
âThe queen may allow her subjects to be cozy with her, but I will not. You may rest here until the storm clears. Besides that, you are not permitted to touch meâ He let out a small growl of warning before he slithered into the water, disappearing beneath its depths. The water splashed at your feet and you stepped back to avoid more of it. The king was known for his temperament. He was hard-working and strong, but it came at a cost. Like many void dragons, he didnât like people, choosing to isolate himself until he was needed. It was rare he visited the poison territory though they were neighbors, but even then, Queen Shinobu was the only one he would address. You couldnât help but worry. void dragons were the strongest of them all. Their bodies were made to handle the void without any negative repercussions. They could fly through it and maintain all of their scales and limbs. The kings injury could be dangerous for the territory, especially in the transition period for the Ashra kingdom as it merges with the Ravenhill kingdom. You chose to inspect the surrounding areas a little closer. There was an array of herbs surrounding the pot, seaweed used as a common bandage, sniper gel made to numb areas that require stitching or shots or even a piece carved out. A greyish paste that was no doubt an antibiotic paste. You noticed a few more pastes, burn creams, infection stoppers, heavier numbing creams. An injury on this level couldnât be anything good, especially not on a king. You moved on, looking at a collection of small trinkets, a pair of green socks, different colored stones and gems, a small music box with an inscription on top âMay the elders bless you with their fire and the people protect you with their loveâ it was an intimate inscription, left by someone close to the king, a parent? A sibling? A lover? He was an enigma as a person and the more you looked around, the more curiosity clawed at your brain. You had so many questions and very little answers. The sound of water splashing again had you pausing, but refusing to turn around and admit you may have been caught nosing through a kingâs personal effects.
âIs it common for you humans to stick your noses where they donât belong?â You dropped your head in shame, embarrassed at being caught and called out by a king. He could easily have your head for it and no one could stop him.
âMy apologies your majesty, I was curious and let that cloud my judgement. Please allow me to make up for itâ
âYou said you were a doctor. Are you educated on wounds as most people are?â you stood staring at the collection of trinkets, daring not to move a muscle as the king addressed you. Though you were considered higher rank within the court of the Poison queen, this wasnât her territory. Rules were different here, and you werenât a big enough pawn to start a war over.
âYes your majesty. I know very well how to treat wounds and poisons. Most go hand in handâ there was a shuffling of furniture, it sounded like a table being dragged around.
âCome, you will treat my wounds and then you will stay out of my thingsâ His tone was sharp, not leaving room for argument. You turned around, expecting to come face to face with the eternal grin of the Void king, instead you were met with a much smaller version of him. He sat at the table that previously held the herbs for his bath. There was another chair, older and dusty next to him. Sharp eyes watched you move towards the chair. There was a small spread of bandaging, a few leftover herbs, and a bowl of water. He wore light clothing, a sleeveless black tunic, and long back pants. You tried not to look at him for long, so he wouldnât feel offended and looked at the supplies you were to work with. As you sat, he lifted his hands towards you, revealing a myriad of wounds. There were deep gashes in his palms, his knuckles looked like he had repeatedly hit them against concrete, not stopping even as he bled. His fingers were blistered and bruised. The wounds went up his arm. There was no doubt he had been through something and the way his hands shook told you it was enough to have him in pain, even as he tried to hide it. You didnât stare long, the quick soak had stopped whatever bleeding had happened, but as you inspected his palms, it was only a matter of time.
âdo you have numbing?â he looked around tfhe table, sure he had put out the jar of cream but he wasnât too sure now.
âthere should be sniper gelâ You remembered seeing it near the pot. As you inspected the area once more you spotted a few jars on the floor. You retrieved them quickly before returning to the king, opening the sniper jel and using a cloth to dab it along the lines of the cuts on his palms. The king didnât move as you worked, holding up each hand carefully for you, even lifting them higher as you squinted in focus.
âI worry about the bones in your hands. Both hands are swollen and I feel like with the extent of injury, it goes down to the bone. How far away is your nearest hospital?â He took seconds to think.
â5 minute flight. I can have doctors brought here. I am a king.â You nodded as you inspected your sutures.
âI understand, but can they bring x-rays? You will need to bring in help, your majesty. You cannot be using your hands after this, lest you rip the stitches.â He grumbled, speaking under his breath as he let out a sigh. As you flipped his hands over to begin working on the smaller cuts, you paused, letting his hands rest on a towel you had gotten. You cleaned up the needle and bloodied clothes, disposing of them in an empty bowl.
âThat will be arranged. Just clean it up so I may move onâ You didnât respond, just continued to slather his hands in ointments and remove any rocks and stone lodged within his skin. As you finished up the backside of his hands in silence, you only stopped to observe the skin. The bruising was just beginning. There was no doubt they would be terrifying to look at tomorrow. How could someone do something to their hands? Receive such trauma to them and yet sit so casually? He didnât hiss in pain or snap at you. He just sat there, annoyed at your presence but not bothered by the fact his hands were in such a state. You talked him through care as you wrapped up his hands. He looked like he could visit the flame dragon territory and be warm by the time you had finished. The gauze and seaweed werenât to keep his stitches in place but to prevent him from moving his hands until x-rays could be done.
âI do not recommend you take form as a dragon. The pressure you would be putting on your hands would make things a lot worse. If anything is broken, you will be prolonging your healing time. The extent of these injuries isnât severe, but for someone as important as you, I suggest further caution in the future.â He rolled his eyes at your words, a sneer sitting on his lips as you rolled your back, tired of his attitude to your help.
âI will not be chastised by a human who does not know the force that caused these injuries. You live in a world created by us and still think you rule it. If you must know, insolent one. There was a cave-in near the shoreline. The void can only do so much for our people. The construction of burrows has weakened along the earth. So before you start running your mouth, remember your place, because without me and these hands you would be dealing with dozens of dead, dragon and humans.â You sat staring at him, watching the gills on his neck exasperate purple steam before he stood, stiffly waving you off as he marched to the pit of blankets. Even with the mitts of gauze over his hands, he managed to burrow within the blankets just fine, leaving you to clean up the mess of his injury in guilty silence.
You sat near the mouth of the kingâs burrow, watching the rain slow down. Your thoughts had been stuck on the words of the king. Looking past the insults and the way he saw you as something lesser, you understood where he came from. Without outright saying it, you had seen something in him that not many people may get the chance to see. You got to experience the dreaded void king in his own home. He was thoughtful enough to invite you into the warmth of his burrow. He didnât eat you for looking through his stuff. The king was kind in his own way, though it was hidden behind a sharp tongue and sharper talons. He was beautiful in a way, his black hair that hid his black horns, just an extension of his hair at this point. The scars on his face that mimicked the stretched grin of his dragon form. The gills on his neck that replaced the vents. He was an entity you had never seen before and yet didnât want to look away from. You hoped he would listen, accept the help. You hoped the treaty would help him and his people with their burrow problem. Maybe the structures of the Ravenhill kingdom would appeal to them and they could start anew. But you could not return to this king. He was not yours to treat, and he was not someone you could stay with for too long. No matter how soft he got, you would never address the void king again.
