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The Courtier and a Prince

I just noticed I wrote this and never shared:)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55507594

Scott was a courtier in name only. In reality he was more of a prisoner. He could not leave the castle grounds alone after all. Had to accept any duels the king wanted him to accept. To follow all of the king's orders if he wanted to keep his head. A hefty price for a rebellion he didn't even start. Scott was just a relative, las relative to be exact, of the man who did. But even if he didn't participate he had to pay the price for having traitor's blood in his veins.

So Scott did as he was told. Never left the palace. And dismantled anyone whose challenge king made him accept with speed and precision. That was what the king wanted to see after all. Hiding resentment behind the polite mask of a courtier. Ignoring all whispers that followed wherever he went.

He never had much to do with the king's royal spawn. Aside from a few duels from older princes or knights hoping to impress the princesses. All of them lost. King just said to duel them, not to let them win. He thought that aside from that he was invisible to the king's partially draconic progeny.

So why was one of the younger princes. One whose coming of age was nearest. Accosting him in an isolated alcove near the library? Prince fWhip of all of the royal spawn should have the least interest in the lone elf.

“Could you please enter and win the competition for my hand?” the prince asked. His wings and tail totally blocked Scott's escape.

“Why me?” Scott asked, forcing out a polite tone. fWhip was pretty handsome for a half-dragon spawn of the king. Sure. But Scott didn't want to be hanged for trying to marry him.

“Because I'm asking nicely,” the prince huffed. Clearly annoyed there was no immediate agreement to his frankly ridiculous request.

“Your father would sooner have me hanged than allow me to participate,” Scott sighed, shaking his head. It wasn't the first time he was asked to marry someone. Probably not the last either.

“I'll talk to him about allowing it,” fWhip insisted, like a spoiled brat prince he no doubt was behind that pretty face.

“Why not ask one of the many knights around? I'm just a glorified courtier,” Scott continued arguing against this idiocy. If he wanted to die he could just jump from the highest tower.

“Because I don't want them… Please. I don't want to .sorry some idiot I don't know…” fWhip shocking resorted to pleading.

“I'd argue you don't know me that well either,” now Scott was seriously looking for a way to escape that did not involve the window. It was high enough for the fall to hurt but not enough to kill him.

“I know you well enough to know you'll actually respect my opinion,” fWhip huffed out along a puff of smoke. “Especially when hormones take my logical thinking away,” he added, much quieter.

So that's what it was all about. fWhip's damned dragon half and his first heat. And likely all heats after. Being a royal had to be so much pain.

“Find someone else who will respect your wishes,” Scott shook his head and tried to push past the prince.

Not that it worked. It just got fWhip to actually grab him and push the elf against a wall. “Please?” He practically whined, face buried in Scott's shirt.

Scott tried to push him away but it only had the princes’ hold on his short tighten. “Please let go of me,” Scott hissed, looking around for any maid who could run to the king and give him a totally false, embellished version of the story. “Fine, I'll participate but only if the king agrees I can not promise I'll win. And you'll ask him,” Scott relented just to avoid any stern talking to. “And no mentioning you want to marry me or whatever.”

“I know, I'll just say I want to really challenge my future mate,” fWhip grinned. Mood instantly improved and ran off. Likely to instantly talk to his father.

Scot internally cursed the demonic dragon spawn prince as he fixed his clothes. Still checking for any maids or guards who might have seen or overheard them.

Over the next few days the castle was abuzz with rumors of kind and fWhip having constant, loud arguments. Scott knew it had to be about him participating. King likely didn't want to risk Scott winning the dueling competition for the princes' hand. And virginity…

“Any clue what the prince might be so insistent about?” Joel, one of the knights already ‘bound’ to different royal spawn asked. He was lucky, princess Lizzie was pretty reasonable as far as royal spawn went. Unlike fWhip.

"No clue, but I guess it's to do with the tournament,” Scott shrugged, poking at his food. Why can't he be just a normal prisoner? Locked in the deepest dungeon around? fWhip, surely, wouldn't find him there.

Everyone tensed as fWhip approached the table. “Father wants to speak with you after the dinner,” he announced and marched off to the royal demon spawn table. Scott just sighed heavily. Shrugging at the questioning look from the royal bound knights sat nearby.

Scott stopped eating as soon as the king got up and left. Waiting just a couple minutes before leaving to follow him. Fully expecting to hear that his execution would be the opening to fWhip's birthday festivities.

“You wished to speak to me, your highness?” He asked once in the king's office.

“fWhip wishes for you to participate in the duel tourney,” the king announced, his stare heavy in the elf's shoulders.

Scott blinked few times. His shock was fully genuine but it was for reasons the king thought. They were not talking about him being executed? “Why?”

“Says he wants to be sure his husband is really the best out there,” the king scoffed. He was clearly unhappy with the request but liked his children too much to deny them anything. Even if in this case he clearly tried.

“He's aware what might happen if no one beats me?”

“He is. And said he doesn't care, that he will only marry the best duelists in the land and that it would be unfair to not include you,” the king sighed. Last three days of listening to fWhip complain had to be a lot.

“He'll instantly realize and raise hell if I let anyone win without putting my all into a duel,” Scott was really trying to find an exit from this.

“Which is why you'll be restricted to only using your left arm, it's the only way I'm allowing this,” King's distaste for the whole matter was apparent. Scott was the only and last full blooded elf living in his lands aside from travelers. He really did not like the idea of any of his children being married to an elf.

“And if, by any chance,I still win?” Scott dared to ask. At this point risking an execution was not that terrible of an idea.

“Then you better make sure he's the happiest man alive and protect him with your miserable life,” king's tone left nothing to the imagination. He'd really hate that outcome but knew it was a big possibility. And that Scott's as good as dead the moment anything harms fWhip.

“Understood,” Scott nodded and left before the king changed his mind about upsetting fWhip with Scott's execution.

The news of Scott participating in the tourney quickly spread in the castle. And with them grew the usual hostility fWhip faced from everyone but the lowest of kitchen and stable staff. There were even a couple assassination attempts at Scott's life. Sadly they failed due to his immunity to all poisons and toxins. A servant did die, making the king aware. Thus an announcement was made.

Anyone who'd resort to such cowardly tactics was unworthy of the king's son's hand and would be disqualified as soon as the king knew who they were. Scott was participating just so the king could be sure his son married the best duelist just as was his wish. No matter who they were.

That cut the assassinations but not the even nastier rumors and gossip. Something about Scott having the prince under a charm. How foolish. He did not know any magic much less magic capable of charming a dragon.

Other than assassins, Scott was also avoiding fWhip. The prince seemed to be looking for a chance to talk one on one with him. Not what Scott needed at the moment. So he ended his practice, only with his right hand, early. Ate either in the kitchens or as late as possible. Avoided any secluded spaces. Like that nook by the library.

The day of fWhip's birthday celebrations, the day before his actual birthday due to the heat thing, came far too soon for Scott's liking. He could just hope someone was able to beat him.

Halfway through the tourney Scott's hope started to more than slowly die. As much as using his left hand was challenging the start he started getting used to it. And every opponent got easier and easier to beat.

And the king's gate got stronger. And fWhip's favoritism more obvious. If only the prince at least tried to pretend he's interested in any duel that doesn't include Scott…

In the end Scott remained undefeated. And his last opponent had it in him to be angry Scott was using his left hand. Scott just shrugged and admitted that after the whole day there was little difference. And the duel was repeated where he was allowed his right hand. Winning even taster.

By the evening he was married to fWhip. “I knew you'd win even with my father's dumb condition,” fWhip grinned once they were alone at their wedding feast. Scott could smell his heat was slowly coming closer and closer. He'd have one hell of a problem in the morning.

Especially with his usually easy to push back instincts and desires waking up and being more than slightly interested. Not like the king could execute him now without fWhip being very sad. But it was still troublesome.

Actually, it was pretty obvious what was happening soon even without the smell. fWhip was one clingy dragon spawn. One wing and tail wrapped around Scott. Not letting go of his arm even for a moment. Trying to feed Scott. Trying to drown the grumpy elf in affection.

“I didn't,” Scott grumbled, trying and failing to free his arm. Eating with his left wasn't as easy as wielding a sword with it. “Let go of my arm so I can eat,” he asked.

fWhip hesitated but let go of him. “We'll cuddle later,” he grinned. Scott was too tired, both mentally and physically to even try to argue.

It came back to bite him as soon as the door to their new, befitting royal couple rooms closed. He'd have to share a bed with fWhip now, wouldn't he. There was no escaping the clingy half-dragon now. Or ever.

And eager to share the bed with Scott, fWhip was. Practically dragged him to the darn thing. “Can I at least have a bath first?” Scott asked with a resigned sigh. What a mess he got tangled in.

“Only if I can join you,” fWhip grinned.

Damned clingy brat, Scott thought but agreed. “But no funny business, I'm tired.”

Shockingly fWhip behaved himself and didn't even try to touch Scott. He did stare a lot but he could live through that.

"Not even gonna try anything?” Scott asked when fWhip nicely went into bed without as much as even asking for a kiss. Not a bad thing, just shocking after lengths he went to to have Scott right here.

“You're right, we'll need plenty of energy tomorrow,” the prince grinned and Scott groaned. Did he really have to do that with this brat? Considering they were married? Yes.

The next morning had Scott waking up to a low, clearly aroused growl of his name. He slowly opened his eyes with a long yawn but seeing fWhip, shirtless and flushed, straddling his waist had him awake instantly. He wasn't even getting time for breakfast? “Scott~,” fWhip repeated his growl, grinding slightly against the part of Scott's anatomy that was too awake and interested for the early hour.

“Can't it wait until after breakfast?” Scott asked. He was not a morning person and the sun was barely starting to rise up outside. Far too early for Scott.

Not for fWhip though. Or at least his currently very horny brain. “No, I need you,” he protested, grinding his hips harder. “Now,” he pouted rather cutely.

All Scott could manage at the moment was a yawn. Don't get him wrong. fWhip was dang pretty with his pale skin, blue eyes and ginger hair. Even if he was part dragon. In all honesty the way his wings and tail twitched at the moment was utterly adorable. But Scott was still half asleep and a bit slow to register facts. “Okay, okay,” he sighed and yawned one more time. There were worse things to wake up to, he guessed, than his horny husband. “Come here and watch the wings,” Scott sighed as he pulled fWhip into a kiss.

“Wha?” fWhip managed to choke out before Scott swapped their positions. Sprawled out against pillows was also a good look for him. “Scott,” he practically purred, melting as Scott kissed and lightly nipped along his jaw.

“Hmm, you're lucky you're cute, I wouldn't wake up for anyone else,” Scott grinned. He might have some fun with fWhip. Not like the king could execute him now. Not without fWhip having a lot to say.

“Please…” fWhip breathed, trying to chase Scott's lips into another kiss but his hands remained useless on the bed.

“Please what?” Scott teased.

“Please fuck me?” fWhip battles his eyelashes at the elf.

How could Scott say no to such a cute request. And it wasn't like there was a point to go back to sleep at this point. Not like they'd be leaving the room much the next few days.

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im not a very patriotic woman but i nonetheless whole-heartedly support every drive-through employee’s constitutional right to be blazed out of their fuckin gourd

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Count fWhip's Longest Day

I literally wrote this whole thing in one sitting. I have no clue what has possessed me. I did write it on my phone so I apologise is autocorrect snuck in something weird past me.

I hope the title doesn't seem as random as it does to me :(

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55485577

fWhip suddenly had this new hunger in him. If it was for blood or Scott's damned cold hands in him was up for debate.

“You promise no one will hear about it?”

“I swear on my name that nothin you don't want leaving this room will,” Scott said, totally serious. Not a trace of his usual playfulness present.

fWhip just nodded, sure that if he were still human he'd be blushing, and moved on with the paperwork.

“Anything else I can sign you?” Scott asked as fWhip was checking one last time if they didn't miss anything.

“All looks good, but can I ask you something?” Scott just nodded, taking a slip of tea he drowned far too much sugar cubes in. “Why did you decide to join WRA?”

Scott hummed, setting his cup down. “To annoy someone who recently got allied with the Cod Alliance. What? Did you think I wanted in just because you're cute? It's certainly part of it, I won't deny it,” Scott's usual playfulness was back in full force as he gave fWhip a smirk that clearly expressed his interest.

fWhip hummed. It was getting hard to not stare at Scott's neck. “Here's your copy,” he changed the topic to distract himself from the urge to bite. Or how he'd probably have to get into Scott's lap to do it. He was freakishly tall for an elf and elves were already damn tall.

Scott hummed back as he put the documents aside. “Hungry? I could feel you stare at my neck,” he was clearly done with political talks.

fWhip thought. On it for a second. “No one hears of it?”

“Not a word of it leaves this room or even my whole place,” Scott repeated his promise with a nod. “Here or somewhere comfier?” He asked.

fWhip glanced around the office. There was a couch under a window covered with a thick curtain. Did Scott close it once he noticed the sun hurt him? How considerate. “The couch should do, no?” He did his best to sound nonchalant.

Scott nodded and with far too muc grace moved to the couch. On the way opening his shirts wider to expose more. Enough to show some collarbone. fWhip felt more than was aware that he licked his lips.

Scott didn't have to encourage him into getting on his lap. “Pretty forward,” he still teased even if his hands were instantly on fWhip's hips, supporting him.

“Not my fault you're so tall,” fWhip bit back but his face was already at Scott's neck. Wondering what he's supposed to do now.

“Just bite, I'll be fine,” Scott breathed into his ear and all worries left fWhip's brain.

For a moment he nosed at Scott's neck. Instinctively looking for the best spot to bite. Once he found it he licked it a couple times, once more listening to his new instincts. And bit as gently as his overly excited and hungry brain allowed.

He could vaguely feel Scott tense up, cold grip tightening on his hips. He could hear the elven king pant and mutter what he vaguely recognised as pretty nasty elven words. But the way Scott gasped them out had him cling closer. His hold on Scott's dumb perfectly ironed coat tightening.

Scott's blood was heavenly. If that's how blood tastes then fWhip wasn't too disappointed to have to subsist on pretty much it alone.

“fWhip,” Scott gasped. Barely a whisper. As he gently pushed the vampire urging him to stop.

With some disappointment, fWhip pulled back. His disappointment was instantly gone as he took in Scott's face. The usually always in control elf was in shambles. Dark blush, eyes wide, panting as he looked at fWhip with a dopey smile.

“That was more intense than I expected,” he chuckled before healing his neck. Some part of fWhip was saddened that his mark would not be left on the elf. “Still hungry?” He asked.

fWhip shook his head at the same time as he realised something. “You sure liked me biting you a lot,” he chuckled, shifting awkwardly in Scott's lap.

He was about to offer to help Scott with his not so small based on the feeling through their clothes problem when there was a knock on the door. “What is it?” Scott asked as if he wasn't five seconds from an orgasm.

“There's been a message for count fWhip,” came a response as they struggled to make themselves presentable.

It was pretty impressive how fast Scott recovered. He'd have to do better if there was another time. Hopefully there would be, fWhip thought as he read the damned letter.

Of course Sausage had yet another border argument with Jimmy. At least Scott offered they could travel together so something good was coming out of it. Maybe he could invite Scott for some trade talks to Grimlands. It was closer to Mythland than Rivendell.

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The two things goblins respect

Dragon Scott lives rent free in mye head and I'm totally fine with it:)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43916268/chapters/140847319

fWhip had no clue what was wrong with him. Why was he so inclined to visit Chromia and give Scott gifts? Even the sheriff didn't have that kind of pull on him and he represented one of the two things goblins respected above everything. The Law. Other being Dragons.

But Scott had nothing to do with either. He was the furthest thing from lawful fWhip could let pass. And there was no way he was a dragon. He was a colourful peacock of a man, yes. With a big personality. But he had no dragon traits. No horns, no wings, no tail, no scales. Nothing. What respectful dragon would hide all that? In fWhip's imagination it would be damn uncomfortable.

So he huffed and puffed over the newest gift he made for Scott. Shiny bracelet. Gold and precious gems expertly crafted into the delicate piece. He was pretty proud of himself with this one. Now he had to decide an excuse for why he was giving it to Scott. Mostly for himself. Scott needed no excuses to accept gifts.

But fWhip had to rationalise this need. Why was his brain so insistent on giving gifts to Scott who was neither Law or a Dragon? It couldn't be just that he was pretty. Pix and Sausage were plenty pretty but he didn't have such an urge with either of them. So there had to be a reason why Scott in particular had his mind so enamoured.

So he set off to Chromia with a poor excuse of needing dye for a project for his council and anyone who would visit for rocks. He didn't even take Snort with him. Just walked all the way from the Gobland main gate to Chromia. Why? He had no clue.

“Hello fWhip, what brings you here?” Scott grinned jumping off a roof before fWhip could even properly start looking for him.

“I.. I needed some dyes,” fWhip managed to mumble as his brain purred, happy to be in Scott's company.

Scott instantly jumped to business and led fWhip to his storage. Asking a myriad of questions about his fake project. He was going to want to see it wasn't he? fWhip realised amidst making up lies. He wouldn't even remember half of what he was telling Scott by the time he was home.

“Why did you really come here? You answered the same question in five, totally different ways,” Scott sighed, hands on hips as he looked down at fWhip. Not a hard thing considering that even if he was tall for a goblin, fWhip was considerably shorter than Scott.

“No idea. My brain has this… fixation about giving you gifts, I have no clue why since you're neither connected to the Law or a dragon…” fWhip just gave up and said what was bothering him for a few weeks now.

Scot hummed. Eyes narrowing. “Well… hmmm, no, here's not the best, follow me,” he finally said and dragged fWhip to his house.

fWhip was too confused and distracted to argue so he followed. Or more like let himself be dragged along.

In his house Scott locked the door and covered all the windows before saying anything. “Not a word of what happens here leaves here, got it?” He said unusually sternly. fWhip could only nod. “Promise,” Scott insisted.

“Anything you do stays between the two of us,” fWhip said with another nod.

With a deep breath Scott took a step back and suddenly, as he exhaled everything started making sense.

Scott was a dragon. At least partially. With short golden horns. Wings and a tail. And pretty rainbow scales that lily reflected light in a million fascinating ways.

To say fWhip was speechless would be an understatement. A single thought kept repeating in his brain. A dragon. Scott was a dragon all along. And fWhip's instincts caught it instantly and had him act the proper way.

“Say something,” Scott grumbled, clearly irritated by the lack of reaction.

“Wow,” was all fWhip was capable of.

Scott chuckled nervously. “I can't say I ever had a man this speechless before,” he mumbled, sitting down, wrapping his tail and wings around him. “But really, don't tell anyone. I don't want to be chased around again…” he sighed and fWhip felt sudden anger. How dare anyone hunt Scott?

“If anyone ever finds out and gives you trouble for it, come right to me, I'll book some sense into them. Or lock them in a cage above Deep Dark,” fWhip said before he even finished thinking about it. He didn't even realise when he had knelt next to Scott.

Scott giggled and pulled him into a hug. “Even if it's Jimmy?” He asked as fWhip did his best to not audibly purr.

“Well, it is against goblin law to hunt dragons so yes,” fWhip nodded. Scott hummed contently at that. “You're always welcome in Gobland no matter what you know?” He added, more and more tempted to purr before he remembered something.

Scott gilded his head as fWhip pulled back to dig through his pockets. He looked like he was about to say something when fWhip triumphantly pulled the gift out.

“I have a gift, actually,” he said as he sheepishly offered Scott the small red box.

Scott gently, staying mindful of his currently sharper nails, opened the box. “It's so pretty,” he smiled, the tip of his tail moving ever so slightly. “Did you make it yourself?”

“Yup,” fWhip nodded and this time could not help purring. A dragon liked his gift. How could he not be happy about it? “I hope you don't mind me occasionally coming over with more gifts…” he stared but Scott shook his head.

“Not at all, but quite honestly just your company is nice,” Scott chuckled and presented the box to fWhip. “Could you put it in for me?” He asked, presenting his other wrist.

fWhip didn't mind helping Scott get the gift on in the slightest and with minimal issues the bracelet was on his wrist. Making fWhip's instincts even happier. He did end up spending most of the day in Chromia, following Scott along even if all his draconic features were once again hidden.

If there was an annoyed with waiting Sausage present in Gobland when he returned then so be it. fWhip had priorities and Scott was kind of on top of the list of them.

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