#flame king

TW FOR MENTIONS OF ABUSE

i might get torched for saying this but in season 3 I really want an explanation for why phelix is the way he is and just a massive dick but then I remembered that negative traits affect people and their childhood so here’s flamcine a abusive mother of phelix who didn’t see him as her son but her servant making her do all the work for her (except obviously taxes) and everytime he’d attempt to snap back at his mom for overworking him for weeks on end he (like a lot of children who got in trouble in their parents) would be sent to his room for an hour with the doors locked referencing him probably being trapped in a glass bottle in the flame kingdom in magic fionnaworld

she also hangs out with Hana a lot to chat about their kids that they mistreat but years later after all that happened phelix moved out and realized what he did to him after all these years was unwarranted child abuse

she runs off to find phelix’s apartment and before he says anything she hugs him and cries over how much of a horrible mother she was and their relationship is fixed BUT FUCKING PHELIX IS NOT HES GO AFTER AND DATE A GIRL THAT HES GONNA PRETEND HE LIKES FOR HIS AMUSEMENT

so we got huntress wiz, flame king, fern, lady rainicorn, finn and jake drawn on magma with @kroyfisher ᓚᘏᗢ

Tags - Dragon! Kyojuro, Cursing, Talk of abuse, Body image.

The year anniversary of your marriage to the Flame king had come much quicker than you expected. It seemed as if the last year had flown by and life had changed within a flash. The party you held was large, welcoming the leaders of the other territories and many friends from around the kingdom of Ashra. You wanted to say you had adapted well to such a different way of living. Something still surprised you, but overall things had gone well. You sat at the head of a long table. Almost all guests in attendance were in their human form. Some had gone off on flights after eating. Some people meandered among the castle grounds, exploring the never-ending halls of the glacier. Your husband was in a heavy conversation with Tengen, the audial dragon, and your sister’s husband. Diane had stayed in Ravenhill, but Tengen had made the flight to come celebrate the love you and Kyojuro had grown. There was a sense of pride among the Ashra kingdom that love had grown between the original betrothal between the Ravenhill kingdom and the Ashra kingdom. Tengen had expressed his admiration for the two of you. He wrote often and took the hour flight every few months to spend time with you in your little home. You wished Diane had opened up to him, that she wouldn’t be crushed under the weight of ‘duty’ and ruling a kingdom alongside your oppressive older brother, Alexander. Your hopes went no where. As Tengen asked Kyojuro for advice on his ‘human wife’ your comprehension of Draconish had been a useful secret that you and Kyojuro kept close to your chest. The immediate family members of the Rengoku family, alongside the sorcerer who helped with the transformation, were the only ones who knew you could understand and speak the language. It was a fun thing to talk about in the comfort of your marriage bed as you and your husband wound down from the day’s events.

“Tengen, my sister was once fun. She held hope for these marriages and love. However, I’ve learned that Alexander and his unchecked anger affected me and most likely her as well. She was closer to him than I was. He was the eldest and did everything to take care of us. But now that he had to share the kingdom and title, he was probably even more cruel. Please be patient with her,” Tengen gave an exaggerated sigh, bringing his wine class to his lips, one shotting the glass of alcohol. You looked at your husband, who gave you a small shrug.

“You say that, but look at the two of you. Both of you are glowing with love and happiness. I mean, you even have evidence!” Tengen made a wave towards your round stomach. You groaned at the thought of this pregnancy. You were beyond excited for the baby between you and Kyojuro, but if you had known that dragon pregnancy lasted 16 months, you would have done everything to make sure it never happened. You were 11 months in, your belly the size of a human six month pregnancy and your body crazed more and more meat each day. The worst part is you craved your husband’s level of spices, ever hot sauce available had been at your fingertips and yet you only wanted it if Kyojuro made it with his own concoction of spices and hot sauces. Kyojuro smiled, his hand rubbing circles on your swollen stomach as you slouched in the chair.

“This is mating, actually, but you’ll get there. Why don’t you and Diane come and stay for a while? I’m sure Y/N and Diane need some time together. We last saw her before we moved here. I’ll message alexander, even Shinobu to convince her. Shinobu will force her out, no doubt.” You nodded as Tengen thought the idea over. Shinobu was a force to be reckoned with. She often wrote to you and Kyojuro about her marriage with Alexander. They had done the duty and had a baby girl, carrying on the Ravenhill line, but that was all it was: duty. Shinobu shared a distaste for her husband, even joked about eating him one day (you didn’t protest) You had cut Alexander off a few months into your pregnancy. He had sent a strongly worded letter claiming you disgusting for mating with your dragon husband and trying to upstage him on power levels. Kyojuro had burned the letter before you could finish reading it aloud to him.

“Take some time here or even in your territory. Shit. Move back here. You aren’t needed in Ravenhill when Giyu and Gyomei are still there working on the expansion. They will be there for a few more years. Up to ten years was the estimated time for completion.” Each word Kyojuro said had Tengen thinking harder, the lines of his face deepening as he lost himself in thought.

“I would very much like to see my sister. We’ve always dreamed about raising our kids together so they can be as close as we were growing up. I would like her to be here while I’m in the last months of my pregnancy” The reminder of the MONTHS left carrying this baby gave you the urge to roll your eyes. You refused to know the gender, so you stuck to calling them sweet bun, addressing them as such when you had moments were Kyojuro wasn’t breathing down your neck with worry.

“Y/N! this dress tonight is stunning. I love that you embrace the red of our family, but the Ravenhill purple is truly stunning on you. You are glowing tonight. Heres to many happy years between the two of you.” Ruka had finally made her way over, nursing a glass of barely drank wine and moving a chair next to you. “I know my son and I know my husband, both impossible to get away from. If you ever need him to get away, just call on me and I will send him and Shinjuro to the southern territories on urgent pregnancy business.” She was chuckling. As someone who had become a constant in your life, she was the mother you wish you had while growing up. She was caring and patient. She understood you with just a look and secretly held control over Shinjuro. She was the head of the Rengoku’s, not the former king or the current one.

“All is well. We are currently trying to convince Tengen to bring his wife for a stay with us. A change of scenery may do them good.” Ruka nodded, waving to get the attention of the audial dragon.

“Tengen, please come visit us! Senjuro has been bugging us to allow him to go to Ravenhill to visit, but you coming is so much better! I would love to meet Y/N’s sister as well! Please!” Tengen couldn’t say no when Ruka asked him. No one could deny her. She may be the strongest woman alive. Not only did she marry and mate the last flame king, but she birthed the current one and is grandmother to the crowned prince of princess.

“I will talk to her. I would advise to write Shinobu as well though, I think her input will be helpful. Diane is more than willing to listen to Alexander and Shinobu.” Tengen shrugged, like he was close to giving up.

            The night had ended for you when you began falling asleep on your husband’s shoulder, his wings wrapping around you without a second thought, surrounding you in warmth. You quickly said goodnight after that, leaving your party to find comfort in your bed.

“Mother was correct when she said you were glowing tonight. I say we change your entire wardrobe to that color.” You gave a tired chuckle as you watched him remove his pajama pants, crawling into bed next to you.

“there’s no need for all of that, but I wouldn’t mind a few more dresses in that fabric after sweet bun arrives. It’s beautiful, but it’s heavy and I don’t want anymore weight on my body.” Kyojuro nodded, hands caressing your bare stomach.

“Can you rub lotion on my stomach? I worry all of these layers rubbing on my stomach will dry it out and cut it.” There wasn’t any hesitation between him grabbing the small tub of lotion on his nightstand and pushing your nightgown so it rested under your breasts.

“Sweet bun wearing you out? Should I take you to the hot springs in Mitsuri’s territory? The one at her home has excellent healing properties. I can send word to her” His hands were warm against your skin. The lavender scent of the lotion always left you sleepy. This had become a nighttime routine. Since Ruka mentioned how dry her skin had been during her pregnancy, you had been incessant on making sure you stayed moisturized and hydrated.

“That seems unnecessary; besides, you have duties here. I shall spend tomorrow resting while you work on meeting with Gyomei’s people about allowing them to farm here, where the grass is healthier. We may all benefit and even the baby might like fresh fruits and vegetables.” Kyojuro made a noise of approval.

“I shall send for a masseuse then. You and the sweet bun will receive pampering. Shall I look into bringing the spicy rice cake soup home for you two as well?” You could drool at the thought of the soup, but you kept your mouth shut, nodding enthusiastically at the prospect of your favorite dinner. The low sound of his voice and his warm hands on your skin made your eyes flutter.

“Mm, your hands are always so nice” His toothy smile had you smiling back, patting his cheek as he laid his head on your chest.

“I love you, my queen”