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lovemxnot · 5 years

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How to kill a dragon | Lee Minho

Genre: how to train your dragon!au, Vikings!au, enemies to lovers!au

Pairings: Reader X Minho ft. Chan, Changbin, Jisung. (Maybe more)

Warnings: blood and gore, idk they're Vikings what would you expect.

Synopsis: It was your soul's mission to avoid Lee Minho at any cost, but life seemed to have other plans. A plan full of dragons, confusion, lots of tears, Minho, and newly found troubling feelings.

A/N(edit): the fic is posted.

A while ago, I read this masterpiece by none other than @j-once, and it reminded me of my favorite movie (httyd).I don’t know if she wrote it based on this movie or not, but I thought it would be a fun concept.

Heres a sneak peek ( basically the first part of the story)

I’ve been working on this for some time now, give it some loven’ it’s lonely.

Steam was still rising from your soup bowl, meaning you haven’t been sitting on the polished wooden bench here for that long. But time could not go any slower than a wagon pulled in mud whenever you were in the presence of the almighty Lee’s family.

All they did throughout the whole weekly-dinners you and your father had with them in the great hall was boast and brag about how powerful they are, how many dragons they’ve slain, how much dragon skin they have hung up on their walls as tapestry, and how many teethes they wore around their necks, one from each species they’ve killed, as a reminder to the townspeople of who they were.

They perceived themselves as royalty. No one actually liked them, but everyone bared with their bragging as they played a crucial role in keeping this land safe and in one piece.

Your spoon kept picking at the peas in your soup, glaring at them, hoping if you keep your head down and stare at your soup long enough, you might turn into one eventually and not have to sit through this agonizingly long Rendezvous.

You wished you could skip these dinners, but being the last and only descendant of the villages’ chief put you in a tight spot. The Lee’s were a compelling family, they kept the village safe for innumerable years, forming a long line of dragon slayers. So to refrain from rendering this town to ashes, your father made sure to always be on good terms with them; thus you having to sit next to your father on a weekly basis in the large hall placed up north the island, where the elite lived, and pretend you don't dream about having their heads on sticks.

Appetite nowhere in sight, you abandoned your soup in favor of playing with the mashed potato next to the rib meat dosed in a brown sauce, smashing it even more. The food looked delicious, props to the chef, but you lost your appetite whenever you were within a mile of their existence. Being their neighbor wasn’t that fun either. Not when you inevitably meet at least one of the Lee’s whenever you step a foot out of your house.

You were beginning to believe this dinner might actually end on a peaceful note this time, without food thrown at each other across the table. Until the pretty faced boy seated in front of you opened his mouth.

“Why so quiet, Y/N? Dragon got your tongue?” Lee Minho, the youngest and last of the Lee’s, teased.

Great, now any sign of you having a civil, quiet meal completely perished.

You glared at him, trying to keep composed and not fall into one of his tricks, you replied, “Having to stare at your face all evening makes me want to hurl.” Alright, so much for keeping your composure.

“Aw, I make you that nervous?” He grinned, mischievousness sparkling in his pretty brown eyes— you meant ugly, ugly mud brown eyes.

“Aw, you want me to shove my foot up your ass?” You taunted.

“If that's what you're into,” that made everyone on the table queasy. And made your cheeks burn.

“you're revolting.”

“Come on, princess, I know you like me.”

“ I’d much rather have myself hunted down by a night fury than fraternize with you .” It was infuriating how good looking he and his brothers were.

His oldest brother, the firstborn- Chan, was the only one with a cool-headed mind, he was notoriously known in the village for his strength but he never, not once bragged or acted out as the rest of his younger siblings.

You were even more agitated with the way your heartstrings tugged whenever you set eyes on Minho. But you never liked him. There was no reason behind that, no big fight over who got the last biscuit from the great hall buffets, or quarrels over who-said-what-about-who, and especially no arguments over who was the better Viking because you-along with the whole island- knew that both of you have never killed a dragon.

While 12-year-olds were out there with a dash in their slate, both you and Minho were known for being the most softhearted Vikings this town has seen in decades. It was no victorious title, especially not to Minho, the legacy of the Lee’s must continue on, and you understood how suffocating it must feel to have to bear the weight of the crown he was forced to wear since the day he took his first breath. And it’ll stay on his head till the day he takes his last.

You hated him because he was a stuck up prick that couldn’t stop himself from annoying the living daylights out of you. And as far as you know, he couldn’t stand you either, if the glares he always sent your way weren’t an indication of his hate than you don’t know what it is. But you had no idea why he hated you. You never did anything to him. His hostility originated from the pressure of being the black sheep of the house, but why he chose to take it out on you was a mystery.

“Be careful what you wish for.” Minho had the audacity to smirk, right where you had a steaming hot bowl of soup in your hands reach. Did he not learn from the last time he tried to test you? Was the slimy residue of the goat intestines that left his hair sticky and smelly for a week not enough of a warning of how hands-on you could get? He might need a reminder.

He was right though, Night furies were no joke. They are the most feared type of dragons. It only appears at night, never shows itself. It’s fast, stealthy, and never misses an aim. If it has its eyes on you, then you better pray to Odin to give you the stamina to outrun it to a shelter, because other than that your chances of encountering a night fury and coming out alive are nigh to none.

It’s sporadic to see a night fury, much less kill one. No one knows how it looks like, and no one has ever caught or killed one. The only sign that one has come to hunt you is their screech and their unmistakable blue plasma fireballs that could burn anything to ashes upon contact.

You could say night furies were the most sought after dragon in the Lee’s, they want them as a trophy. If they could get that under their belts, then this town would not hear the end of it with how high their heads would be in the asses, proudly wearing it as a tophat.

While you were busy thinking of your comeback, You heard his parents and your father joking as always, saying how you two bickered like a married couple, and how perfect both of you already played into your foreseeable future marriage.

This was another point that added fuel to your hatred. Your families always talked about how the both of you would eventually come around your little fights and marry each other.

With that said, you still would rather be eaten alive by a dragon than have to face the Lee’s for any second longer.

You opened your mouth to say exactly that, but the perusing pair of eyes that were set on you made you shut up. You turned your gaze from Minho's and caught his older brothers instead.

You’ve always admired Chan, he was calm and collected, unlike his baby brother. Fighting in front of him made you feel immature. You two don’t talk often, but you would have absolutely no problem if he were the one you would be betrothed to. He was a very sensible man.

You dropped your gaze back to your plate, letting go of the issue. Shame draped over your shoulders like a coat, you don't mean to pick fights with Minho, but his constant remarks always hit the nail on the head. He knew how to get on your nerves, and it annoyed you to no end that you give him the power to do so.

“So tomorrow is the big day, yeah?” Minho’s father cut into the pregnant air with his question, gathering everyone’s attention back to him, ignoring you twos previous bickering.

“Yes, the sea has cleared up enough for us to set sail.”

Seeing as it was getting hotter these days, sun heating up your armors, turning them into a portable fireplace, melting your skin. Seas turning back to their natural liquid state, your father and his soldiers were bound to go on to one of their semi-annual sea trips.

It completely slipped your mind. It was always around this time, where the adults of this town sailed out to explore the ambiguous sea, in hopes of finding where all these dragons were nesting, while the younglings stayed back for dragon training.

Dragon training.

You’ve managed to avoid joining training thus far, somehow explaining to your father how important it was for you to learn from the town's seamstress how to sew two pieces of leather skin together. But you had a feeling, not this time.

“ Is Commander Kim still the head trainer for this years dragon training ?” Your father nodded, then said, “ speaking of dragon training, Y/N will be joining this year.”

That was news to you. You knew it was bound to happen, but knowing that he signed you up behind your back without consulting you first still hurt.

“What?!” Your spoon clacked loudly against the plate, gathering everyone's attention.

“You heard me,” He said with finality. “ Minho will be there with you too. One of you might actually kill a dragon this time.” He added humorously, as if that would make either of you feel any better. You would rather jump into an active volcano than have to stand next to one of them.

You saw Minho scowl at the mention of his name while everyone else at the table cackled.

“ I bet Y/N will kill one first.” Changbin, the second oldest son and the older twin of the lee pair, made the frown on Minho's face deepen. You could see he was trying to not burst, his hands curled to a fist, knuckles turning white.

Sympathy washed your disdain away, You always felt sorry for Minho whenever his brothers made fun of him. You were an only child and were handled as a relic, meant to be seen and not touched, behind compacted glass. You've never lived a life of sibling rivalry, it wasn't that you envied people with siblings but the thought of having someone to throw the blame on when you tear one of your father's maps seemed pleasant. You always thought blood is thicker than water but witnessing firsthand the unfortunate bulling of lee Minho made you think otherwise.

“ what’s she going to kill it with? Her crossbow?” The younger twin, Jisung, Snorted. You ignored him, both pairs of the twins were nutheads. Albeit good looking nutheads.

“But dad,” you tried to bring the conversation back onto you, letting Minho breath for a second, not that you cared about him, but because you would hate it if you were in his place “the seamstress finally managed to get velvet, she’s going to show me—“

“No more excuses!! this time you're going!” He slammed his fist into the table. He looked mad, you didn’t know the town folks shit-talking about his daughter being too weak to inherit this town bothered him that much. He must have reached his limit for him to slip and yell at his kin in front of other people. “ how can I pass this village down to you if you can’t even face a training dragon?!”

Ouch. That stung. It wasn’t like you wanted to become the next chief, you wanted to explore the world beyond your tiny island, study the plants and animals, experience life in general. But you were tied down by duties and responsibilities.

You were startled into tears, you’ve never felt this humiliated before. Getting yelled at in front of your archnemesis made tears threaten to fall from your eyes. Now you wished you had stared at your soup harder.

Picking up your crossbow from beside your leg, you stood up abruptly, your soup could not rival the heat that was pooling in your cheeks, eyes glassy, lips pressed to a tight line. “I'll take my leave.” you rushed outside, ignoring your father's calls. Missing the solicitous stare that followed your figure out, his fists unclenching.

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solohux · 7 years

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would you ever want to write more hux/techie?? i don't mean to pressure you, but could you maybe do their first time?? they're soft with each other and very understanding (obviously-- they're brothers!!). techie clings to hux lovingly and hux whispers praises into techie's ear as he strokes his long hair

Armitage Hux does not believe in miracles.Every action is a result of hard work, perseverance and careful planning. The attack and subsequent conquering of the planet Peach Trees, as well as the incarceration of the mob boss known as Ma-Ma, was undoubtedly the result of Hux’s plans.But the finding of his lost twin brother was not anywhere on his agenda.Brendol Hux Jr., younger than Armitage by only eight minutes, was said to have been kidnapped by slavers when he was just a boy, and it’d been their father who’d told Armitage of his brother’s disappearance.‘Junior is much too weak to be sold to anyone,’ Brendol had said, staring down at the papers on his desk. ‘He’ll be dead already. It would be foolish of us to waste our efforts looking for him.’Eight year old Armitage had received forty lashes for yelling at his father to do something to help little Bren.Hux had lost hope long ago that his brother remained alive. But cowering in the corner of the central control room in Ma-Ma’s operations had been a red-haired man—boy—begging for no one to harm him. Hux didn’t even have to see his face to know that the captive was Bren.Even as Hux perches on the side of Bren’s bed—who now chooses to go by ‘Techie’—, Armitage can hardly believe that he has his brother back beside him. He’s sleeping soundly, head resting on one pillow whilst curled around another pillow, snuggling into it and breathing softly.

Hux smiles, pulling off his gloves to stroke his fingers through Techie’s long hair, remembering how greasy and messy it was when he was found. Despite his brother refusing to have it cut, it’s softer now, almost fluffy, from being washed and conditioner regularly. Granted, it’s Hux who has to wash it for him but he certainly doesn’t mind. He wants to spend every moment with Techie, to try and make up for the 21 years they’ve lost out on.

“Armie,” Techie moans, still sleeping but managing to startle Hux. “Oh. Oh, yes. Mm.”

Hux can’t help but be pleased that Techie is dreaming about him, even more so when his brother begins bucking his hips slowly in the bed, gyrating them, humping the pillow he’s holding onto.

“I’m here,” Hux whispers, stroking Techie’s cheek, blushing at how his brother’s arousal seems to be growing. “Bren.”

Techie moans and opens his eyes, blinking a few times before registering Hux’s silhouette next to him, his hand on his cheek.

“Big brother,” Techie sighs., smiling, happy to see him. “I thought you were working late.”

“I’ve left Ren in charge of the bridge. I couldn’t wait to see you.” Hux kisses Techie’s cheek, knowing that never wanting little Bren to leave his sight is unreasonable, but the Galaxy can’t be trusted. “What were you dreaming about?”

“Wh-what? Oh. Um…I can’t remember,” Techie says. He shifts in the bed, rolling over but Hux has already clocked the slight bulge underneath the bedsheets.

“It’s alright,” Hux whispers. He shuffles onto the bed to lie beside Techie, enamoured by the blush on his pale cheeks. “You can talk to me about anything. You know that.”

Techie hums quietly.

“I…know, Armie, but this isn’t, I mean, I shouldn’t–”

“Techie,” Hux says, and the younger freezes, gasping at the use of his preferred name. “It’s alright.”

Hux can almost feel the electricity between them as he holds Techie’s gaze, staring into the eyes that shouldn’t be there; the emerald green eyes of their mother should be shining back at him, not these false, blue bionic eyes that only remind Hux of the neglect and abuse that his brother have suffered through.

If only Hux had kept him safe.

“I was dreaming about you,” Techie says, finally. “You…were kissing me. Touching me. It was…good.”

Hux bites his lip. Stars–he’d be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t dreamt of the same thing. Techie is the only person he’s ever loved, the only person he’s ever truly trusted, the only person he wants to spend his life with.

“Ask me,” Hux says, cupping his brother’s cheek. “Ask me to kiss you.”

“Kiss me,” Techie replies without hesitation, lips puckering, breath quickening. “Armitage. Please.”

The breath has barely left Techie’s lips before Armitage’s are upon his; it’s a neat kiss, not messy or as needy as Hux thought their first real kiss would be, considering this is his darkest fantasy. When Techie breaks the contact to breathe, Hux merely gasps, unable to speak.

“I want you,” Techie moans, and for a moment, Hux wonders whether he’s spoken instead; the same words came to his mind. if Sam can read minds because he was thinking and feeling the same thing. “Take me. Oh Maker, Armie. I don’t care, please.”

“Hush, darling, hush,” Hux whispers, slipping his hand underneath the bed covers, finding Techie’s half-hard cock and stroking it delicately. The younger preens underneath his brother’s warm hand, bucking up like he was moments ago in his dream. “I’ve got you, Techie. It’s my job to take care of you, hmm?”

“Yes, big brother, oh,” Techie arches up into Hux’s hand, his lips consumed in another soft kiss.

In a dizzy haze of arousal and excitement, Hux pulls the blankets back from Techie, tossing them aside and moving to sit between Techie’s spread legs, his thin sleep shorts failing to cover his erection. His long, thin legs splay themselves open for Hux to fit between them, pelvis jittering in anticipation.

Their clothes are gone in a matter of seconds and seeing Techie’s wonderfully pale body never fails to send shivers across Hux’s skin. They’ve showered together and slept together before, but never has their nakedness been so intimate. It’s intoxicating, Hux thinks, to have his twin so close to him.

Techie’s cock is twitching as he moans and whimpers, watching as Hux lubes up his fingers and begins preparing Techie’s ass for him, scissoring with two fingers, never failing to break eye contact.

“Will I be your first?” Hux asks, grinding two of his fingers against the walls of Techie’s hole.

“…Yes.” Techie blushes. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to touch me. Just you, Armie. I’ve thought about you so much–”

“As have I,” Hux says, removing his fingers and stroking his cock in his wet palm. “I’ll be soft, Bren. It’ll sting but it’ll be alright. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

“I trust you,” Techie smiles. Stretching out his hand, Hux threads his fingers through his brother’s, entwining them, bringing their connected hands down to rest on the sheets. “Fuck me, Armie. Fuck me.”

Hux, veins burning with arousal, wastes no more time and immediately pushes in the tip of his cock, gliding it in and out very slowly as Techie flinches and tenses underneath him, his legs spread as wide as they’ll go. The younger grasps his hand hard, and for a moment, Hux fears broken bones.

“Keep going,” Techie says through gritted teeth, red hair fanned out around him. “I’m alright.”

“You’re doing so well, Tech,” Hux says, using his free hand to give a few rewarding strokes to Techie’s cock before pushing himself in a little bit more. “My beautiful boy.”

There’s a narcissistic voice in Hux’s mind, reminding him of the strangeness of crushing on someone who’s identical to him, but he ignores it, being sure that crushing on his brother would be considered stranger. But Techie is more than his brother; Hux is sure that they’re soulmates.

Still panting heavily, Techie struggles to stay still, his mind obviously conflicted between wanting the pleasure but feeling pain, so Hux lifts Techie’s legs to help open him up, kissing his pale thigh to help soothe his nerves.

“A-all the way,” Techie moans. “Go all the way in, fill me. Please, need you, Armie, don’t make me wait!”

Using both his hands to spread Techie’s ass cheeks–and his legs fall to either side of Hux’s hips once released, Hux groans as he pushes himself up to the hilt inside his brother, watching with hungry eyes as he spasms and shakes, prostate found.

“You’re so good for me, taking all of my cock,” Hux says, leaning down to kiss Techie’s cheek. “You’re mine in every sense, Bren. I’m yours and you’re mine.”

“Armitage, yes, yes, I love you, oh Maker, I need you so much, big brother.”

The bed creaks with the growing roughness of Hux’s thrusts until the squeaking is drowned out by Techie’s moans and Hux’s groans, syncing with one another, thriving off the other’s pleasure. Hux’s hands bracket Techie’s ribs, their chests almost touching as the eldest drives them both towards their climax, Techie’s nails making lines down Hux’s pale back, making him.

“Let me see you come,” Hux whispers into Techie’s ear. “You look so pretty when you come.”

Unable to respond with anything coherent, Techie nods and cries out, pumping his shaft in time with Hux’s thrusts until he’s orgasming hard, shaking and grabbing onto Hux as though he’s an anchor, stopping him from floating off into space.

“A-Armie, I love–”

“I love you, too, Bren. Techie. My baby boy.”

Hux’s climax is much quieter and softer, spilling inside Techie before collapsing on top of him, stroking his hand through his soft orange hair, admiring the all-over blush that’s consumed his body.

“I don’t think anyone else could make me feel like that,” Techie says, throat a little gruff from his yells.

“I don’t want anyone else to even try,” Hux replies, rolling off and laying beside his twin, still combing through his hair, unable to comprehend just how ethereal Techie looks post-sex.

Hux smiles, hoping this will only strengthen their bond as brothers and as lovers, fearing that indulging in their fantasies will push them apart. But as his mind continues to writhe in complicated emotions and as he tries to find something reasonable to say, Techie’s uncluttered mind seems to be working in a much simpler way. He leans closer to Hux, sighing quietly before capturing his lips in a kiss, halting Hux’s doubts that this will do anything but make their love stronger.

“Don’t ever leave me, Armie,” Techie says, snuggling closer to Hux, tucking his head underneath his brother’s chin. Wrapping them in the blankets and then engulfing Techie in his embrace, Hux kisses the top of his head.

“Never again, Techie. I promise.”

Armitage Hux does not believe in miracles, but even his brilliant mind has no other explanation for why he’s been blessed to have his brother back in his arms.

#thank you so much for the prompt!!!!!#tagging as kylux because you guys might like this!#kylux #tw incest #tw twincest #Hux/Techie #m:writing

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