New idea: instead of writing the fic, you come over to my house and I tell you the entire plot while I pace my tiny kitchen. There’s a cup of tea, warm in your hands. The words don’t stop and the affection never leaves your expression.
So sorry to be the one to tell you this… But sexy bitch disease is incurable. Doesn’t matter how much your body changes, if you gain weight or wrinkles or scars, doesn’t matter how much your personal style or presentation evolves, or if your body can’t do all the things it once could… The sexiness lives inside you forever. I’m so sorry. Trust me I am a doctor
You, a heroic paladin have successfully slain a fearsome dragon. But the dragon warns you that death is but a door, and dragons don’t die, they reincarnate. You paid it no mind….until your son was born with golden, slitted eyes.