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TEMERAIRE KINK MEME - Part One

Temeraire Kink Meme - Part I

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► Anonymously comment with your request – a character/pairing/nthsome, and a kink or prompt.
► Only one prompt per post.
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► Any kinks welcomed!
► The fill/request does not need to be smut.
► Fills can be any sort of creative work: fic, art, song, photomanip, etc.
► Beware of spoilers! Prompters and requesters may warn for them, but it is not necessary.


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Granby (Spoilers for CoG)

(Anonymous) 2012-03-19 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Jane knew the whole time. Cue conversations, friendly advice, jokes or what-have-you. :)

Napoleon/Granby

(Anonymous) 2012-03-19 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Napoleon tries to seduce Granby by charmingly going down on him. No non-con please, but dub-con is fine!

(spoilers for CoG!) - matchmaking

(Anonymous) 2012-03-19 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Get-together fic where Chenery sets Little up with Granby. Would love it if it focuses on the friendship aspect of Chenery and Little rather than all Little/Granby, but at this point anon is desperate for anything, haha

college/human!AU - temeraire/perscitia

(Anonymous) 2012-03-19 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
A college AU where Temeraire and Perscitia are humans. They share a mutual GE math class and end up doing an assignment together (and blowing their professor's mind); cue lots of bickering and grudging respect then eventual dates.

Bonus points for other dragon cameos like Max and Lily!

Laurence/Tharkay, reunion

(Anonymous) 2012-03-19 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I missed Tharkay in CoG and would love to see him show up again, with Laurence having pined in the meantime :D Or Laurence writes to the address on his card! Or anything filling in the blanks in Tongues of Serpents!

(Anonymous) 2012-03-20 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
Laurence/Human!Temeraire.

Temeraire was recently turned human by mysterious means.
Laurence, being a responsible captain, tries to teach Temeraire how to pass for human, including how to get dressed like a respectable gentleman. This *may* end in a less-than-respectable manner. XD



Iskierka + Immortalis talk

(Anonymous) 2012-03-20 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Anything involving the (most likely harrowing) conversation between Iskierka and Immortalis that must have taken place. Little and Granby do not have to be present, and anon would actually prefer it that way, though they can certainly make an appearance eventually. :P

Spoilers for CoG

(Anonymous) 2012-03-20 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
Granby/Laurence

After Granby's revelation, Laurence is tormented by a series of increasingly erotic dreams... dreams that involve a very naked, very well endowed Granby.

Anon would love it if Laurence eventually gives in to his new found desires, but only after learning that Granby and Little are not exclusive.

harcourt/riley (SPOILERS)

(Anonymous) 2012-03-20 10:07 am (UTC)(link)
Riley somehow survives and has an unexpected reunion with Harcourt. Harcourt is shocked but overwhelmingly happy, which surprises Riley way more than it should.

Could lead to smut if writer wants, but doesn't have to!

Sex & Vegetables

(Anonymous) 2012-03-21 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Immortalis?" The voice had a tone to it that suggested secrecy, whilst belonging to somebody who had no real knowledge of what that was. Immortalis, who had been enjoying a doze, cranked open one eye.

"Yes?" he asked, with no great enthusiasm. The voyage back from Africa had been a long one, and he was enjoying the sensation of being home, aware that the great cure was being distributed amongst his fellows. Soon all would be well - for the dragons at least. Britain itself might be a different question, with the French massing on her flanks. That was tomorrow’s concern, however. For now they were simply to rest - or some of them were. One of them at least seemed incapable of it.

"Humans are strange creatures, are they not?" Iskierka, coils of steam dissipating in the late afternoon breeze, had alighted beside him. It was a warm afternoon, but even so, her permanent heat was not unwelcome. Immortalis stretched a little lazily at the feel of it.

"I daresay so," he answered in the end, and yawned faintly as a mild hint. Iskierka was not known for taking hints, but one could only try. He had as yet not had the opportunity to get to know her well, but even so he was not surprised when the hint flew far above her head, and disappeared somewhere into the drifting cloud.

"Very odd indeed," she said, and settled herself beside him. "Immortalis?"

"Yes?" There was a resignation to his tone now. She was not leaving. Instead she edged closer, as though determined to keep their conversation private. She did not diminish the volume of her voice in the slightest, but fortunately there was nobody much about. A stretch of trees separated them from most of the humans, and Immortalis had long come to the conclusion that humanity, on the whole, suffered from very poor hearing.

"They do not lay eggs, do they," she observed. It did not appear to be a question. Immortalis blinked, and looked at her askance. It was hard to imagine what could prompt such a comment. When he ventured no response, she continued. "What I mean is, they go about the business of making them readily enough, but there are no eggs produced as such. Some squally little pinkish things instead, which wriggle about all over the place, and look as though they would be quite easy to step upon - accidentally of course," she added a bit hastily, when Immortalis raised his head.

"Is this leading somewhere?" he asked. She sighed, and great swathes of steam issued from her spines.

"It is just that it all seems such a simple matter. The females grow large, and there is no hiding that; and then the squalling things arrive, and certainly there is no hiding that. And yet they insist on such secrecy about it all, as though nobody knows what they have been about. As though we do not all do it, all animals. It makes no sense at all, and it makes them seem quite foolish."

"It is a tradition, I suppose," said Immortalis, who still couldn’t see why it should be any sort of issue to Iskierka. Still, she was a very young dragon, and he supposed that the very young needed to ask questions. There had been a time when Little had called him a menace for his inquisitiveness. It was just a shame that she was not bothering Granby instead.

"Traditions are good. I like traditions." She sat up a little straighter then. "Prizes, for instance. They are a tradition. But I still do not understand why somebody should make a tradition of secrecy over something as simple as egg-making." She fell silent and, closing his eyes again, Immortalis settled back, hoping that the inquisition was over. It was not. A moment later she was leaning close to him again, her questions continuing at their less than subtle half bellow.

"Immortalis?"

"Yes?" He did not open his eyes. There was still a possibility that she might eventually get the hint, after all.

"Little is not female, is he? Or I mean, is she? Or... I do not entirely know what I mean, but I do know that Granby is not female. He does not have the right pieces, when he removes his shirt."

"Um," said Immortalis, with the unpleasant suspicion that he had a notion where this was going. His eyes snapped open, in readiness for the storm that appeared to be brewing. "Iskierka..."

"And I did not think that Little was female either, although I only got the slightest glimpse of him, and he was mostly wearing a shirt. And I did not look too closely, as it was Granby that I had been looking for, and I had an important question to ask."

"Iskierka..." It was not easy to get her to listen, at least without bellowing, and he had no desire to do that. "Perhaps--"

"But then I suppose there is no need to always be making eggs, so it is perhaps not really an issue. Only, I am not at all sure how they go about it, and--"

"Iskierka!" It was not quite a shout, but nonetheless it set the tops of the trees quivering. Shrinking down slightly, a little startled by his own volume, Immortalis sighed. "Please, if you are to speak of such things, at least do so with a little caution. It is an... awkward subject."

"No it isn’t," she said, rather defiantly. "We have already said that it is something that all animals do, and that the secrecy is all nonsense, and a lot of bother over nothing. So I do not see why I should be quiet, and I do not see why Granby was not happy to see me." Her eyes narrowed. "He is my Granby." Her tone turned mildly accusing. "Not Little’s."

"Yes. Well." This was rapidly turning into something that Immortalis did not feel in the least bit prepared for. Why could she not have sought out Temeraire, the usual focus for her questioning, or perhaps one of the female dragons? Immortalis felt rather tempted to try burying his head in the ground, such as the ostriches of Africa supposedly did. "Humans have needs, much as dragons do. And you cannot expect Granby to turn to you for... for that. The logistics alone..."

"I do not mean..." She trailed off, and he was half sure that she had blushed. "I would not. I mean, I am too big, and at any rate, I..." She hunched up, in what was plainly embarrassment. "And anyway, you know that that is not what I meant."

"Then do not worry yourself about it. Allow them their secrecy, and there will be no further difficulty." He frowned. "And if it is not an indelicate question, in heaven's name what were you doing?"

"It is not as though I interrupted them on purpose!" Her voice had risen in volume again, and he cast a nervous look towards the humans on the other side of the trees. Some of them had looked up at his shout, but fortunately most were familiar enough with Iskierka to understand that it was sometimes necessary to shout at her. Certainly nobody had bothered coming over to see if there was a problem.

"I’m glad to hear it," he said, with a little amusement. She obviously noticed the humour in his voice, and glared.

"And now Granby is angry with me, and it is all so stupid. I had seen a ship, you see, and he says that I must check with him now, after the business with the fishing boat, so it is all his own fault really. But I could not find him anywhere, and I went down to the beach, and there he was, with Little, in a sort of cave. He was wearing almost nothing, and they said that they had been swimming, but they were not in the least bit wet, and they must think me a fool." Her shoulders hunched. "And I said that it seemed a strange sort of swimming, and then Little began to laugh, and Granby turned quite red and told me I should leave. He was quite insistent."

"I see." Much to his surprise, Immortalis was now experiencing a pressing urge to giggle. "You must not take offence so. It is just that it is not the best of times to be interrupted. When you are older, and have experience of such things yourself, you will understand better. Now settle down and get some rest, and try to put this business out of your head. Better for all of us if you forget all about what has happened."

"I can’t forget it." Iskierka sounded young now, and rather sullen. "It is not nice to be shouted at. And I did not entirely interrupt them anyway, as they did not appear to be doing very much, or I should have known not to approach."

"Thank heaven for small mercies," murmured Immortalis. He could see another question coming, however, from the look in her bright yellow eyes. Inwardly he cringed in expectation of it. How odd that an entire French fleet could be only a fraction as terrifying as one inquisitive dragon.

"At least, I think that I should have known," she said, and her voice was like a deep frown of thought. "But I am not entirely sure. Immortalis, how do they do it, exactly? I mean, I know how a man and a woman - or at least, a male and a female dragon, which I assume is much the same thing - go about it, but with two men surely there are—"

"Oh dear." The humour of before having ebbed away, Immortalis was once again experiencing a desire to become an ostrich. "It is not as though Little and I discuss these things, you know."

"But you are both male," she said, as though somehow this were important. He groaned.

"Yes, but that does not mean... That is to say, from what I have witnessed... Well, I think perhaps it is useful that their teeth and claws are so small and hopeless, only..." Being an ostrich no longer seemed nearly enough. He found that he would rather like to sink into the earth entirely. "Oh why can you not just be quiet?"

"Well, really!" Her spikes seemed to bristle. "It is not as though any of this is my fault. And it was your Little that was on top of my Granby."

"Yes, and for goodness sakes will you please not speak of that! Or at least so loudly. The dragons will mind little enough, I imagine, and the Corps is for the most part understanding. The outside world, however, is a different matter."

"I know, I know. We are to pretend that we know nothing of how eggs are made." She sounded mutinous, and he shook his head, sitting up straight, and wishing for the first time that he was a bigger dragon. It was hard to be authoritarian towards a Kazilik when one was merely a Yellow Reaper.

"No, Iskierka. This is a different matter. The business of eggs is one thing. The business of... of matters between... That is to say, when Little and Granby spend time together, they must do so in secret. Such things are seen differently in society. It is... Well, it is complicated, and it seems foolish to me as well, I admit. It is illegal, however. If it was to become public knowledge that they are seeing each other in that fashion, they could be arrested and put into prison. Perhaps even worse than that."

"They could not!" With all pretence at secrecy gone, Iskierka reared back to her full height, great clouds of steam gushing forth along the entire length of her body. "Why, I would flatten anybody who tried to do that. I... I would set fire to the town. I would... I would... I would take Granby far away, where nobody could ever find him." She lowered herself down a little, some of the indignation leaving her voice. "And you and Little could come as well, I suppose. If Granby should want."

"Thank you," said Immortalis drily. "It is hard to understand, I know. Please believe me, however, that you must say nothing of this to anybody."

"Not even to Temeraire?" she asked then, and he sighed. Oh, how wonderful it would be if she really did take all of this to bother Temeraire with instead. Now that he thought about it, however, he could see that such a thing might put Little in danger - and he would never consider risking that.

"No, not even to Temeraire. Should it perhaps come to Laurence’s ears... He is not born to the Corps, you see, nor raised by them. There is no knowing how he would react. Iskierka, you must at least attempt to be circumspect."

"I expect I could manage something of the kind." She still sounded mutinous. "All the same, I do think that Granby should be a little apologetic. There am I trying to win us prizes, and he could at least warn me if he’s to be off doing things with other captains instead." Her voice suggested that she felt prizes to be a considerably more interesting pastime. Immortalis was beginning to feel rather sorry for Granby.

"Perhaps you should go and apologise to him?" he suggested, as much in the hope that it might give him some peace, as anything. "Then it will give him the opportunity to apologise to you as well. Let him think you believed that they really were swimming, and then we can all just go on not knowing what the humans get up to. It makes them happier, after all."

"Perhaps." She was clearly thinking it over, and seemed on the verge of another question, the potential horrors of which made him clench his teeth. In the event she merely sank down a little lower, and scratched at the ground with one claw. She seemed almost subdued. "Immortalis?"

"Yes?"

"Would they really try to put him in prison?"

"Yes." Little had been quite clear on that issue, as had Berkley, when he had recovered from choking on his beer. Immortalis did not understand it, but apparently it had something to do with 'The Public Morality', a rather nebulous concept from what he could tell, that didn’t appear to have anything at all to do with what two grown men thought about each other. Iskierka nodded, evidently troubled.

"Then I will tell him that I am sorry for interrupting his swimming. And I promise that I shall not speak of this again."

"Praise be," muttered Immortalis, to the wind in the trees. Iskierka didn’t seem to have heard.

"I still do not understand it, though," she finished, and Immortalis, recalling once again how very young she still was, relented a little. He stretched out his wings, using one to nudge at her in a friendly fashion.

"They are very different to us," he said, as though somehow this explained everything. "I think perhaps it is all those vegetables that they eat. Come on. We shall find Granby together. He is probably still with Little. Then we can make it quite clear that we have no idea at all what they were doing, and all shall be well. Only next time, if you cannot find Granby, perhaps see first if you also cannot find Little. That way you might avoid blundering upon them again."

"I suppose I can do that. Certainly if it will keep people from trying to put Granby in gaol." She brightened. "And then, if he is not angry with me anymore, perhaps there will still be time to chase the ship that I saw? And perhaps it would be all right for you to come too. Would you like to come too? I suppose that I shouldn’t object to sharing my prizes with you and Little, if he and Granby are to be..." She trailed off. "Are to be absolutely nothing at all, and certainly nothing that we must never mention."

"Quite. And thank you. I think." Leaping into the air, Immortalis beat his wings to carry him upwards, to a height from which it might be possible to search out their errant humans. Iskierka followed behind, a thousand further unspoken questions somehow seeming to wreathe themselves about her, along with her steam. He was sure enough that she had got the message, but it remained to be seen whether she would remember it. One thing at least he was sure of - that he did not envy the humans in the slightest. Such strange laws, such strange traditions; and it was not as though they did not have the intelligence to see sense and make better laws. Such peculiar creatures, for all their apparent intellect.

There was no other way to explain it. It absolutely had to be the vegetables.

THE END

(Anonymous) 2012-03-21 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
OP here! Oh my god, I did not expect to have this filled so fast, but THANK YOU SO MUCH! I loved how you portrayed Immortalis, kind of grumpy and wanting his space, but protective of Little. Ooh, then all the background details about Immortalis and Little's relationship, along with Berkley knowing -- haha this was so great! Thank you again, anonwriter. You totally made my night. :D

Re: Sex & Vegetables

(Anonymous) 2012-03-21 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
I agree entirely with the OP. This was just delightful! Thanks, anon!
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Re: Sex & Vegetables

[personal profile] derien 2012-03-23 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
This is awesome! I so love the dragons' continuing perplexations with humanity. :)

(Only one question, though - I always read with my slash goggles on if I can, but it almost sounds as if I managed to miss some intentional subtext - or text - in the books. Can you direct me to where this would take place so I can read over?)

Re: Sex & Vegetables

(Anonymous) 2012-03-24 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Granby/Little, you mean? There's no subtext. I'm not sure that Little has had more than two or three lines of dialogue in the entire series. It's there in the text though, in book #7, "Crucible Of Gold".

(Anonymous) 2012-03-24 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Glad you liked it, OP. :)

Emily/Demane

(Anonymous) 2012-03-24 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
There just isn't enough fic of these two.
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Re: Sex & Vegetables

[personal profile] derien 2012-03-24 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, okay, I think I'm only up to book four. :)

Avatar x-over??

(Anonymous) 2012-03-28 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
No, really. I started watching Korra recently, and I heard the name of Aang's and Katara's son: Tenzin.

It's not much of a stretch to TenzinG.... And I got me thinking.

And now I want an AU where
1) Bending is big in Asia, specially the tibetan area (where we have the Avatar instead of the Dalai Lama), but unknown or forgotten in Europe
2) Tharkay is the son of the Avatar (not that he needs it to be any cooler) and is a bender (of what is entirely up to you)
3) Celestials are airbending masters
4) Laurence finds all of this out in the most BAMF!Tharkay way possible.


Bonus: Granby Someone gets lost on the spirit plane and Tharkay has to fetch them.

(Anonymous) 2012-03-28 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Laurence/Jane/Tharkay sexytimes. THE OTHER OT3.

human AU, Temeraire/Iskierka

(Anonymous) 2012-04-20 11:42 am (UTC)(link)
The dragons are humans - young adults probably - and they run a protest reform protest group. Iskierka is their newest member, and she makes Temeraire furious. She believes violence is probably the best solution, or at least the easiest; Temeraire still thinks that if they turn up to enough protests and make enough polite noise people will listen to them. Also, Iskierka never agrees with the wording of his letter writing campaigns.

And then I guess they fight a lot, about everything, until one day Iskierka does something brave, but... not fantastically well thought out (I was thinking something like stopping a rioter at a protest?? I've thought about this too much) and Temeraire has a flash of "I'd kiss her. On the mouth" and then he's worried but he can't stop thinking about it, what if Iskierka is only 90% awful and he really does want to kiss her, if they were in gaol together and they had to kiss to pass the night that wouldn't be the end of the world, you know, so he goes to everyone else for advice and they just roll their eyes and gently push him towards telling her because, well, why not, maybe then Temeraire would stop musing about how she smells like low-grade arson and regrets.

So he does, and then she says something like "of course this was going to happen, I'm a sexual panther and you are my prey" so the moment is ruined, forever, and he still wants to kiss her oh god what is wrong with him.

Bonus points if Iskierka has a terrifying array of spiking piercings and no fashion sense, double extra bonus points if Temeraire waxes lyrical about those things.

dragon!Laurence/Temeraire/Iskierka

(Anonymous) 2012-05-30 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
Laurence was recently turned into a dragon. Temeraire is excited that nobody can take Laurence away from him anymore. Iskierka has other ideas.

(Anonymous) 2013-02-12 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Lien/Napoleon (or, to be exact, Lien->Napoleon).

Napoleon's relationship w/ Josephine has not been as good recently.
Meanwhile, Lien degustates her way through the French (vincultural) history all the way down to Phillipp the Fair, and decides to hit on the most prestigous male in the vicinity (hint: he's Corsican).

I don't care whether she succeeds.

(Anonymous) 2013-04-07 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
All I really want out of life is to see Laurence awkwardly crushing on someone and having no idea what to do with himself.

Spoilers for Blood of Tyrants

(Anonymous) 2013-08-29 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
Laurence is still recovering from his amnesia, and uncertain if his attraction to Tharkay is new or not, or if the dreams he keeps having are really dreams or memories. He is sure that he shouldn't ask Tharkay while he's recovering from his injuries and preparing to trek all the way across Asia. He figures that, as he was told about Granby's relationship with Little, he would have been honor-bound to tell Granby about Tharkay, and resolves to ask him.

He will ask him. Absolutely. Whenever the proper moment asserts itself.

Re: Sex & Vegetables

(Anonymous) 2013-09-02 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
This fic is wonderful.

Re: Spoilers for Blood of Tyrants

(Anonymous) 2014-02-10 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Seconded, on the off chance that this kink meme ever becomes active. *weeps softly*