Hey this is the first time I've written in awhile, so go a bit easier. This story comes from an idea I've had for a couple of months now and it sounded good in my head so we'll see how good it is on paper. And I own the Character Deacon; you'll get a description soon. I'm probably going to write a oneshot lemon based on the end-ish of the chapter.
Also this ignores one important fact from Dawn of The Dragon, The death of Ignitus, meaning of coarse he's alive here. Also Please don't just read and not review, it hurt a bit not knowing how good you guys think I am, you see I am extremely self judgmental, mostly negative unfortunately, also you don't need to be a member or signed in to review on my stories, so please do me a favor and give a well rounded review.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SPYRO OR ANY RELATED CHARACTERS, THEY ARE OWNED INDIVIDUALLY BE SIERRA INC. I ONLY OWN DEACON AND OTHER ORIGINAL CHARACTERS. THIS STORY CONTAINS ADULT LANGUAGE!!!!
Spyro and Cynder lie next to each other in their bed, happy with their life, practically drowning in each other's love. The world was finally at peace and they had nothing to worry about. But unbeknownst to them a new evil was emerging from the depths of hell, waiting for the dragon city to let its guard down…
A new dragon, a head and body built like Spyro but horns like Cynder, he was black over most his body, but on his wing membrane and underbelly he was dark blue. He had dark circles under his eyes which made him look like he never slept, but you could never be more wrong. His tail was long and strong with a scythe blade that all black dragon share. His eyes were half open and he let out a huge yawn, showing sharp fangs, very sharp. With a deep dull accent he thought to himself "I need to hurry, the longer Cynder and Spyro don't know, well, I don't even want to think about it". His name is Deacon, a dragon with a most unusual element, sleep (a/n: which I shall explain later). He was walking towards the dragon temple to warn the guardians by the end of the day. He looked up and saw it was too late in the afternoon to keep walking so he let out a long sigh, spread his wings and took flight. "Ancestors help us if I'm too late".
Spyro and Cynder lay still in the same position we left them but now fully awake and staring deeply into each other's eyes, Cynder thought to herself "I wonder, if Spyro will be my mate, we've been together for almost a year now, I should ask him"
She sat up on her haunches and Spyro quickly followed, "Kiss for your thoughts" he said with a goofy smile, Cynder nodded and returned the goofy smile, Spyro complied and gave her a quick peck on the lips. It grew silent and Spyro asked, "now what were you thinking?"
She looked down to her paws before Spyro picked up her chin to look her in the eyes "Spy-Spy" she paused to think, and Spyro thought, "ugh, I hate it when she calls me Spy-Spy"
Back to their conversation "Will …" Spyro cut her off,
"Cynder, I think what I need to say is more important,"
"Alright continue" she said sighing,
"Cynder, we've been together for a year now, and I've been wanting this for awhile" he bowed his neck and Cynder gasped "this is it"
"Cyn, will you be my mate?" Cynder looked shocked, then happy, she jumped on Spyro and kissed him right on the lips, after a minute she broke and said "oh Spy-Spy that's just what I was thinking!" they quickly went back to their kiss but were quickly cut off by Cyril,
"Oh my young ones you have just made quite the commitment." He paused and saw the young dragons smile "But never the less, I congratulate you, but Ignitus has summoned you to the pool of visions to meet a new dragon of significant importance" The new mates and the Ice Guardian were off to the across the hall!
When they arrived they saw a sleeping Deacon and Ignitus sitting in front of the pool, Deacon's eyes shot open and he greeted the dragons, "Ah, Spyro and Cynder, I know all about you two." He looked over to them and saw a small hint of disbelief in Spyro,
"Alright then tell me something only I would know!" Sypro shot forth the challenge with surprising ignorance.
Deacon laughed and was quick to the punch "fine, but you might regret it." He took a deep breath and cleared his throat, "You're the second Purple dragon, you're egg floated down the silver river to Sparx's swamp, you grew up thinking you were an over grown purple flightless dragonfly until you breathed fire, your first element, and…" Sparx interrupted, "oh yeah pretty good, but everyone's heard that bedtime story!" Deacon blew him across the room "you didn't let me finish, and you hate it when Cynder calls you Spy-Spy" Deacon smiled and said "Is that good enough?"
Sparx looked like he was going to burst out in laughter, Spyro hung his head, and Cynder smacked him with the broad side of her tail blade. "I'm sorry but I had to prove my point, and Cynder don't be mad, he may hate the name now, I mean with a burning passion, and hate the fact you don't notice it ,well, you know how all of America hates Bush? Times that by twelve and subtract 30 (a/n: which of coarse is elevendy 30, so bad we gotta make up a number)… should I keep going with the analogies?"
Every one quickly shot back "NO!"
Deacon laughed and said "God I was only kidding, but he loves you, and soon he'll grow to love that name, and you'll have many kids and leave 'em all with uncle Deacon for your alone time"
Spyro and Cynder looked at each other, smiling and both thinking, "damn, that's a good idea"
Sparx flew over stuck out his hand and said "Deacon huh? Well I like your style. The name's Sparx!"
Deacon lazily stuck out a claw and said "I know, I would crush you with all the embarrassing dreams you've had, but I'm tired."
Everyone looked confused, Deacon looked up, yawned and lazily said "damn, I'm not used to staying up so long, And yes I see your dreams when I sleep, it's called the element of sleep dumbasses, it lets me see your dreams and since dreams organize your memories, so I see all of your memories, so yea, I know everything about everyone, bitch "
Cyril sat on his haunches and huffed a cloud of frost thinking "the mouth on this young one, I should teach him a lesson in proper literature, although that's in Volteer's position" During Cyril's thoughts Deacon fell asleep with Sparx using him like a throne, "I like this guy, he's a jokester and a chair!" Cynder picked him up by the wings and tossing him in a trash basket, walking to Spyro who had the typical, "I'm sorry" look on his face, Ignitus saw that they needed to talk, "alright young dragons, you'll need to share your room with Deacon, so drag him along with you. But worry not, since he was awake for almost an hour, he'll be asleep for a day or two" Cynder and Spyro reluctantly complied and dragged him along the hallway, Spyro making sure to hit his head against lamps, chairs etc.
When they arrived in the room they literally threw Deacon in a corner, him not even moving. Spyro and Cynder lay down on their bed and Cynder asked "Do you really hate that I call you Spy-Spy?" she was almost at tears because she didn't like that Spyro hated something she came up with, "I did at first, but when Deacon said I'd grow to love it, I did, and when he said that 'well have lots of babies and leave them with Uncle Deacon for alone time', I think alone time should be now" Cynder's heart skipped a beat, "I think I'd like that"
Spyro leaned in, and kissed her gently on the lips. Cynder closed her eyes and deepened the kiss, Spyro was quick to follow. After about a minute Cynder's tongue slipped out of her mouth and licked the edge of his lips, asking for entrance, Spyro complied and let her in, a deep moan escaped from the back of her throat. Spyro was quick to slide his tongue in her mouth, twisting, pushing, and feeling in a dance of passion. Soon after they broke, Breathing heavily and staring into each other's eyes, both thinking the same thing, Start "alone time".
Hours later, Cynder and Spyro were sleeping arm in arm, covered in sweat and the juices of love. Deacon was watching their dreams in specific this night, watching for memories of their love life, stress levels, and the child gender they want, to be able to guess the gender more accurately. He saw several dreams from Spyro, Ignitus holding an egg over a lamp exclaiming "it's a female Spyro, congratulations." To another dream where Ember is continually pestering him to leave Cynder and go to her, "maybe I should crush Ember's spirit by telling her what just happened, then Flame will be free to get her, to birds one stone" Deacon thought to himself still in a deep sleep. He switched to the dreams of Cynder; He saw an array of images, from a very dark past with the dark master to…"THE DARK MASTER!!!" Deacon shot awake and screamed "SPYRO, CYNDER WAKE UP WE NEED TO SEE THE GUARDIANS!!!" Cynder jumped and actually rolled off the bed, Spyro clenching her tail in shock, both screaming in pain and shock, "Deacon what the hell?!" Cynder said through clenched teeth,
"We must see the guardians! One of your dreams reminded me of something!"
"What? Which dream?"
"It's the one with the dark master! You don't remember it you couldn't see it!"
"Deacon, everyone knows about Cynder's past and has forgiven her for it. Calm down" Spyro interjected surprisingly calm.
"I KNOW THAT I SEE YOUR GODDAMN MEMORIES!!!! THE DARK MASTER REMINDED ME OF A GREATER EVIL!"
Spyro and Cynder gasped took a step back, and had a look of surprise, "an evil greater than the dark master?" Cynder got a chill up her spine from the thought, "Spyro lets go!" Cynder rushed to the door only to run into a familiar blue dragon, "now what was all of that yelling about?!" Cyril did NOT like being woken up. Deacon stepped up "well…"
Alright, my first story in ahwile! kinda odd my story pattern though, naruto(off the site), wrestling(off the site), 3 sonic(1 off the site). But review fairly and wait till later for the next chapter!
'till next time, The undertaker99999