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potionpeddlerpatchy · 2 years

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paring: Dragon Hybrid!Kirishima x Princess!Reader

warning(s): oral (reader receiving), outdoor shenanigans, dirty talk, hint of a size kink, but overall pretty vanilla. Also, mentions of chronic illness - nothing descriptive but it is in there!!

authors note: hello everyone! Here I am, finally posting on this new blog how exciting! This was a request/commission that my darling wife gracie (@/melodramaticmura) asked of me; as she really wanted a nibble of this Royal AU I have brewing in the background. May you enjoy the fantasy just as much as I did when I wrote it. 🔮

“Do you think we’re going to beat them?”

Your soft voice rang out in the small carriage you were currently riding in; seeing in the corner of your eye the way your travel companion rolled her eyes - her own soft, playful, scoff barely heard over the sound of the wheels hitting the rocks that were scattered along the used path.

“I suppose you would hope so, hm?” She teased, a familiar impish grin crossing her lips as she looked at you, “If they do, then they cheated.”

“Cheated?” You couldn't help but let a little laugh over such a childish accusation, eyes leaving their spot of gazing out the window briefly to fully look at your friend “Why would you accuse them of something so infantine?”

“Because it would be the truth! We started our journey two days before they did and we are on the fasted route to Edhellond. The only way they could have a chance to beat us is if they were to fly, which would be cheating. Though again, I suppose that is what you are hoping for.”

“What are you on about?” You groaned, watching as your friend shrugged her shoulders before looking out her own window.

“You’re wanting to see him again, the Southern Prince’s royal advisor, why else would your eyes be glued to the sky, if not to see if there’s a dragon.”

“You’re so full of it…” You smiled, foot kicking out to hit her leg; unable to help yourself in joining in on her harmonious giggles that filled the compartment at your actions.

It was almost the Autumn Equinox. And, as per traditions from long ago, the eastern Kingdom of Edhellond had extended their invitation to royalty and nobles from all over the land, yourself included, as they celebrated the harvest in their land.

It was a tradition all kingdoms held, as they wrought the fruit their land had provided to them. The North, Kingdom of Dorthonion, would have their celebration in the winter, to hold a solstice celebration in lieu of their harvest of their silver, lumber, and pelts of the animals they so tenderly took care of. The South did the same in the summer, the Kingdom of Deira would host a grand solstice party of their own over their spices and jewels, with grand displays of lights in the sky. Yourself, in the west, would celebrate in the spring for that was when the fruit within all of Amon Lanc would finally start to bloom; the Equinox commemoration would be filled with only the finest fruits - with your friend that sat before aiding the celebration efforts as her own kingdoms would follow in line with yours.

And now, it was time for autumn and Edhellond’s chance to shine.

Normally you, and your fellow traveling companion, would scarcely attend the festivity - as you would with most of the grand seasonal events - for the fall season was also a time of great harvest for your kingdoms; too much work was needed to be done to finish collecting all the crops of your lands and prepare for the winter ahead.

But this year things were a little different. With the raging war within the other lands finally coming to end, celebrations such as these were no longer on hold; as were all other royal customs and traditions. You and your fellow friend, another princess, had debuted shortly before the war broke out, halting the usual royal tour that would follow a debuting princess as they traveled across the different kingdoms. To mingle in the different courts and customs in hopes to gain a suitor and marriage proposal.

You were now on that tour, as a favour to your friend. To not only help her with the momentous task of gaining the affections, and thereby a marriage proposal, of one of the crown princes before the spring comes once more, but to help guide her and be a close companion that she would desperately need on the journey.

And you would not complain, nor turn down, such a favour for you had longed to go on tour, for traveling was in your blood; a favoured recreation. And though the pressures were not so high upon your own head, there were still present. And having her there would also ease your own burdens and stress of courtship and finding your own companion.

Furthermore, it only made sense to go to Edhellond and join in their fun, to enjoy the beauty of their land and sea for it was the next stop on the tour. As you already spent the entirety of the summer months in Deria, and participated in the Summer Solstice they hosted. It seemed only fitting, and proper, to attend this one.

And due to such a hold, from the politics and practices normally held, the other royal families thought the same. From all over the land, the North, the West, and even now the South who had histories of finding such thing unworthy of their time, have now all decided to gather to join in on the festivities.

“It’s because they want a chance to court you~” you would coo and tease your friend as your slowly traveled east, always enjoying the way the tapestry princess would brush you off and claim otherwise - you knew different.

“Perhaps they want to see you, my darling dove.” She would snap back, though her tone never biting as she would smile up at you from her stitchwork; a task that always left you in awe as despite the bumpy road her work was always pristine.

The teasing would never cease throughout the journey, to lighten the mood and boredom you both faced as the carriage that held you both unhurriedly made its way to the desired destination. As reading poetry, delicately doing petite points, or looking in the sky in hopes to see a dragon could only do so much to lessen the underlying dread and anxiousness the journey to each kingdom would give.

Nonetheless, despite the agonizingly slow journey, you arrived in Edhellond. Being graciously welcomed by your hosts, House Blumenthal, as they fawned over your arrival; with many maids and servants scurrying about to properly prepare all that you needed to enjoy the Equinox that was now only a week away.

They did the same, merely a few days later when the Southern Royalty, and your newfound companions, arrived. You couldn’t help but watch in amusement as many a person scampered about around them; causing Prince Bakugou ire.

As well, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes when you were finally caught by your friend. Telling her with counterfeit annoyance to “stop being such a child” when she nudged your side with a giggle.

It was not long after their arrival that the day of the festivity came to fruition; not long after their arrival that you were cooped up in your chambers for almost the entirety of the day to be appropriately done up by maids that you were not used to.

You wished you could get ready with your friend as you normally did. Longing for her company and chatter, something that always eased any tension and nerves before such a large event. To properly thank, and admire her work while she was there, as you were dressed in a gown of striking red with cloth and jeweled leaves so carefully carved into your bodice and skirts in the most flattering of ways; with a beautiful crown-like headpiece to match.

Your only solace was that she was in the room next to you, so close yet so far, and that she herself was begrudgingly going through the same motions. Unable to have you lace her up in a manner that she preferred, or to carefully place your crown upon her brow.

You didn’t even have a moment once you both emerged from your chambers to do so, wishing you could also fawn over the light orange and golden gown she so delicately wore, before being swept into the festivities. Being whisked from person to person to engage in idle chatting, courtesies and false decorum of court, and being swept away every now and then to partake in a dance with some wealthy lord or prince of a small kingdom.

Normally at events, and parties, such as these you were glued to your friend’s hip. Giggling and chatting throughout the night as you partook in the copious amounts of drink oft provided as you watched from afar the tribulations of many an unwitting person as they stumbled about trying to navigate all of it properly. Only engaging with other nobility when approached, or when members of your party would take either of your arms in theirs and force you to mingle.

Now you could only watch her from afar as she slowly made her way through the throughs of people wishing for a word, as many a lord took your hand to wish for a dance. You could feel your face start to ache, your rosy cheeks sore from all the polite smiles you forced yourself to give out of courtesy as you obliged all their requests; trying your hardest to stay engaged with their meager and boring chatter.

Your eyes could not help but wander after a while, towards where your friend was. Glancing every now and then to see which partner had currently held her verbally captive as you twirled about. Eyes becoming almost glued to her when you caught her conversing with the dragon lord, and advisor to the Deria’s crown Prince Bakugou, Kirishima; the man that she had been teasing you about throughout the journey to this kingdom.

What they were talking about you could not know, the prattle of everyone else around you far too loud to be able to hear, but your curiosity was undoubtedly peaked - especially at the small glances they passed your way, and your friend’s impish smiles.

“What has your attention, pretty birdy, hmm?”

“S-sorry,” Your apology was almost breathless as your trance was broken away from the scene before you, shaking your head gently to rid yourself of the slight stupor you were in “I suppose it is rather rude of me to not pay attention to you, Keigo.”

“Well yes, but I suppose comfort is playing a factor,” Keigo smiled, twirling you away from the crowd so you could once again focus on him “You are forgiven, dear princess.”

“I would hope so.” You gave an airy chuckle, eyes still unable to meet his gaze; not due to embarrassment, but rather being unable to handle the soft look you knew his eyes were casting you.

It was the same gaze that caused you to agree to the dance to begin with. His knowledge of you never being able to refuse him when he looked at you like that, especially for something so minute, was used against you. It always was, if you were honest, even when you both were young children. That despite your aching, sore, feet and your desire to know what your friend could possibly be chatting about with Lord Kirishima, you relented to those soft eyes.

You were just happy that there was an air of comfortability with him, an obvious one due to the familiar bond you shared, so you would not have to put on false airs. That decorum was now not a requirement and you could just simply relax for but a moment.

“Though I do wonder,” His voice rumbled, breaking over the almost silent shuffle of your feet “if some chatting nobles in a crowd are more important than a dance with me?”

“In this moment,” You lifted your head, eyes meeting his gaze for the first time since the dance began “it is.”

“Oh, pray tell?”

“The princess of Cashmerask, my friend as you know, is in that crowd and I wish to know what she is up to.”

“And you believe that seeing her, is more important than a dance with me? Your head knight whom you haven’t seen in almost a fortnight?”

“Keigo,” Your voice turned almost icy, a warning to him not to push further with his thoughts “I do not think I need to tell you why I believe it is. Nor, do I think you want me to.”

“No, your highness,” His tone matched yours as his eyes narrowed down onto you, “I think I do.”

“To put it simply, bonds formed by choice are more important than the ones formed by duty. My want, and thoughts, to see her take my interest away and thereby hold more importance to me than a simple dance with you. Bar none.”

You knew what you said was almost cruel, but you found your tongue acting in defense of your friend and overall desires before your mind could have a chance to stop it. And you were then not surprised when he abruptly halted your dance - not bothering to care that it had now caused a slight chain of reaction as other pairs bumped into you.

Keigo gave you a knowing look, one of anger mixed with almost a sense of hurt, before stomping off; pushing his way through the pairs of people now in his path due to his actions. You made a motion to go after, your feet taking a step towards the open and crooked line he had made before they faltered; a sound wafted over you and caused you to halt.

It was your name. It was not spoken loudly but rang across the room like a ringing bell. When your eyes peered over to where in the room it came, you saw your closest friend; beckoning you towards her with a gentle motion of her hand.

At that moment you were hesitant, in all ways. Your mind could not stop its racing for even a moment to give you a sense of clarity, a direction of which action to take. On whether or not you go and comfort your oldest friend, a man who has spent his whole life looking after you and your happiness, as you always had whenever you scabbled. Or to simply enjoy your night, to answer the delicate call of your other friend.

It only took a breath, when the murmurs of the people around you started to fill your ears, bringing you back into the reality of the moment that you made your decision.

And you decided to choose enjoyment.

You swiftly moved from where you stood, away from the throngs of people whispering about you, towards where your name had been called; towards the reached-out hand of your friend. The gentle squeeze she gave once your hand was in hers, along with the soft smile, was more than enough reassurance to know you made the right choice.

Especially when that soft smile turned into one of playful mischievousness as she tucked your arm under hers and dragged you away towards the party of people she was currently engaged in conversation with.

The party in question, that stood waiting for your arrival and your friends’ return, was but only a few people. Of course, other lords and ladies smiled kindly when your feet finally stilled, but only two brightened as if awaiting you; proving they were the few that kept your friend company as you danced.

It was Neito Monoma, a prince of a smaller kingdom here in the Eastern land, idly chatting with the red-headed man who had been plaguing your thoughts these past few weeks. You had never met Prince Monoma, at least not recently enough to be in your memory, but you figured out all you needed to know about who he was when the pair of you walked up to him.

He stood with hands behind his back, shoulders squared and upright, in a manner similar to the lord he was chatting with. But unlike Kirishima who held a quiet grace in how he stood, held an aura of approachability, Monoma seemed to stand this way not out of formality but rather in a way of dominance bordering on pompusiouness. In an exaggeration of his view of being more important that the people around him. The smug smile he cast your way was more than enough proof to showcase what you thought.

You cast your friend a glance, eyes squinting slightly to emote your pity towards her for having to converse with the likes of Monoma for more than a single moment. She responded, eyebrows raising slightly to show her agreement, a gesture small enough that it went unnoticed before her usual polite smile came back into view as she greeted the small party.

“Ah, there you are!” Monoma greeted, bowing his body in greeting as he did so “I was wondering when you would come back. You took so long, I thought you might have run off!”

His laugh made you want to scowl, the forgery of genuineness within it almost too much for you to handle; but, as the lady you were, your smile never faltered as you bent your knees is a small curtsy towards the Prince.

“I do apologize for that, your highness, my sore feet were the cause of us taking our time to get back to you. I’m sure you can understand?”

“Well, as a matter of fact - !”

“Oh, I am sure you do, Prince Monoma. Plenty of women fawn at your feet for a chance at a waltz.” Your friend interjected, cutting off any chance the snobbish prince had of boasting further about himself - though new to you it was clear she had more than enough of it. “But, dancing is not why we are here, now is it?”

“No, it is not,” Monoma smiled, the flattery given to him a proper diversion from the rudeness of being interrupted “rather an invitation for a walk and chat within the palace gardens.”

“The gardens?” You uttered, your interest piqued over the chance to get away from the event.

“Yes, you see, I bumped into Lord Kirishima while on my way to try and find some air, you know how heavy rooms cause my head to ache. ” Your friend began, pulling you closer to her “And while we were figuring a solution, Prince Monoma here joined in and brought up the palace gardens; boating about how they were the most beautiful of all the 5 kingdoms. He so kindly offered to show me them, but of course, I could not just do so without you. After all, we spend many an afternoon enjoying the flora!”

She squeezed your arm, a giddy smile appearing across her lips as she recalled that sweet and shared pastime of yours out loud, before continuing on. “So, I asked if you could join us. If, of course, your feet would allow you the ability to do so.”

“Sore they are, but they never enough to stop me from such a lovely invitation.” You smiled, squeezing your friend’s arm in kind “How thoughtful of you to think of me.”

“Well, truly, Lord Kirishima is to thank for his aide in the matter.” Your friend directed your thanks towards him with a hand flourish “He so kindly was willing to offer his arm to you while I was conflicted about the matter. For I would have loved for you to take my arm, but Prince Monoma had already taken it. And as we all know, it is rather improper for a lady to go unescorted.”

“Oh, is that so?” You uttered, eyes scanning across his form before returning to look at your friend; her giddy smile turned impish once again as she gave you a sly wink.

“Uh, yes, your highness” Kirishima stuttered out, stepping forward to extend his arm for you to take, an expectant and kind smile on his face. “If you will allow me.”

“Of course.” You nodded, hand finding the crook in his elbow to latch on to.

You watched as your friend did the same, casting one last glance towards you as she took the arm of her companion for the evening stroll; it was clear to you by the look in her eyes, and in the invitation as a whole, that she was willing to sacrifice her night in the company of a man that she despises just so you could have a moment alone with the man who you had grown quite fond of. It warmed your heart. With a deep breath, you nodded your head, gesturing to Monoma, and thereby Kirishima, to lead the way out of the grand hall and into the gardens.

The gardens themselves were beautiful, the perfectly manicured hedges and flowerbeds proof of the care that was put in to maintain them; however, they were not as grand or spectacular as the haughty prince had promised. That gardens within your own kingdom would put to shame what you saw here.

The only consolation you found were the glimpses you were able to catch of the ocean that slumbered nearby the castle. How their crashing waves soothed your soul as you took in breath after breath of the salty sea breeze - an old and constant comfort of yours that always brought your mind and heart ease as you partook in it.

“Do you like the water?” Kirishima asked, watching as you slowly opened your eyes to blink up at him.

You hadn’t even realized you closed them, averting your gaze away from him in slight embarrassment as you nodded your head; feeling heat rush to your face, flushing your cheeks.

“What about it do you like?” He prodded gently, wanting to hear your sweet and soft voice speak to him.

“It reminds me of my childhood.” You muttered, fingers twiddling nervously as they rested against his arm; eyes looking anywhere but him.

“How so? If you do not mind answering.”

“Well it, um - ” You gently cleared your throat, the short amount of time of disuse had a stronger effect on you than you realized. “You see, though I was named because my parents thought I was a blessing from God, I had more than my fair share of struggles. A sickly child I was, bedridden most days. My family did all they could to try and help heal whatever ailment I came under.

My father came up with a possible solution; a castle estate here in the Eastern land. It is nearby actually, a short boat ride from this harbor. I spent a lot of my childhood here, adolescents too, and it helped, oh gods did it help. When I was here I felt like I could breathe again, could move again, and enjoy life again. I suppose my reaction to the water’s breeze was more involuntary than anything; like greeting an old friend.”

You sighed, enjoying the salty breeze within your lungs once more before shyly looking up at your taller companion; his usual gentle gaze and smile made a similar one grace your lips.

“Though I suppose it sounds a little silly” You mumbled, your bashfulness getting the better of you as realized all that you said.

“Not silly at all,” Kirishima reassured, a hand coming down to rest atop of yours; engulfing it easily and passing along its warmth “I rather like when you ramble on about all your adventures. I think them, and you, are rather fascinating.”

“Y-you do?” You blinked up at him, making his smile widen.

“Yes, I do. If you would please indulge me further, I would love to hear more about your previous times here.”

“W-well, I would be happy to.”

Focusing your gaze ahead you took a shaky breath before beginning again, telling stories about your first few times at the castle by the sea; how you had to adjust to the new climate, and of course avoid the water at all cost - you never did learn to swim even though you spent so much time by the shore. You recalled stories of boat rides to see the isles, of fishermen and their grand tales of how they survived the harshness of the sea, and of visitors that would come to see you and join in on your fun.

“The Princess of Cashmerask actually spent nearly a year with me here.”

“Really!?” Kirishima exclaimed, watching you closely as he hung onto every word you uttered, with a smile that widened with every story that passed your lips “For what reason?”

“Her head of course. She would be able to tell you much better what her condition is, for at times I am unclear about it. However what I do know is that she had it her whole life, and it plagued her worse than ever before, or since, when we were fifteen years old. My father offered her father a retreat here to see if it would help.

We spent that year together, slowly getting better. It was actually how we became so close, for we only had each other for company. We were practically forced to become friends. Of course, we did have our royal advisors - Lord Tamaki and Tomura - visit us on occasion. But that was it; not even our Head Knights could come, they were too focused on training. And of course, once Keigo focuses on something it is impossible for him to stray from it.”

“Ah yes, Lord Keigo…” Kirishima muttered, causing your ramble to halt as you look back up at him.

“Yes, what about him?”

“Well, I… noticed your little altercation earlier, while you were dancing.” Kirishima came to rest the casual pace he had begun, fully looking at you with earnest eyes “And I could not help but think it had something to do with me. Perhaps my conversation with your friend had caused a small rift between you two. Whatever it may be, I wish to sincerely apologize for it.”

“Nothing to apologize for, Lord Kirishima -”

“Please, while we are alone, call me Ejirou.” He whispered out, eyes closing when he heard you test his name on your tongue.

“Again, nothing to apologize for. Lord Keigo is a passionate man, always quick to jump from feeling to feeling; with jealousy being the worst contender for him. I certainly will not blame you, nor my closest friend, over something so trivial as that.”

You watched him sigh his relief, all the tension draining from his rigid shoulders and back, as he smiled down at you. Starting back up the peaceful jaunt you were having in the gardens, taking care to walk exceptionally slower over a stone bridge; allowing you the time to enjoy the beautiful pond it sat above.

After a pace or two within the newfound silence, you could no longer quell the curiosity in your heart; allowing yourself to take advantage of the conversational door the man beside you had opened.

“May I ask what you two were speaking of?” You questioned, eyes still staring down at the crystalline waters.

“Speaking? Who?” Kirishima shook his head, confusion of your question clearly catching him off guard.

“The Princess and you,” you clarified “ I am merely asking out of curiosity. Though I could not hear over all those people, I was still able to see. And I could tell you were speaking about me simply by the way you both constantly gazed in my direction. So I ask, what was it?”

You watched him pause, the words that he wanted to say stuck on his tongue, as he tried to formulate a proper response. You couldn’t help but smile coyly to yourself as you saw the tips of his ears turn as bright of crimson as his hair; you finally got him into a position where he was bashful for once as you waited patiently.

“I cannot lie to you,” He finally muttered out, “especially not after you have been so honest with me.”

He gently removed your arm from his; unable to quell the nervousness he felt as he started to play with the nailbeds on his hands. It was clear to you he was worried that what he may utter next would disgust you, would possibly make you cross with him. And being the gentleman he always was, he allowed you to be able to get away from him if you so chose.

You could not lie; it only made the curiosity within you burn even brighter; to have your heart beat faster and faster and you hung so tightly to the still air - awaiting for his next utterance of words.

“Her highness, your friend, we bumped into each other and started a conversation as one would naturally do. It was polite enough at first, but as it progressed more and more drink got involved… and well, it loosened our tongues.” He made a gesture with his hands, a shrug to accompany it, subconsciously trying to prove to you that it was a harmless course of action.

Which you knew, you could not be able to count the number of times you were in a similar situation; that the conversations with your friend would turn more risque as the night progressed, as your throats were continuously quenched with whatever ale was nearby.

“It turned scandalous, didn’t it?” You replied, your tone as mirthful as your smile as you gaze up at him.

“Y-yes, yes it did.” He gave a breathless chuckle and you could see some of the tension release from his shoulders as he held your gaze for a moment, before bashful looking away again.

“So, tell me! What was it?” You giggled, your body moving slightly to get back into his line of sight - a tactic to try and get him to continue, which worked.

“Dragons are known to hoard.” Kirishima stated a silent laugh raised his chest as he watched you crook a brow “That was what the topic turned into.”

“And….?”

“Well it started simple enough, she inquired about what kind of dragon hoards what. And truly there is no set dragon to a set hoard; it is all based on an individual’s wants and desires. She then asked of mine, what I would hoard.”

“And what did you say?” Your tone had gone down to a whisper, almost mimicking his as you gazed expectantly at him.

“I jokingly replied that I wished to hoard beautiful women, to try and make her laugh. But she ended up calling my bluff, telling me that there was only one beautiful woman I wished to hoard as she gazed out at the crowd.” His eyes finally met yours again, his tone barely above a whisper, “And when I followed her gaze, it landed on you.”

Honesty was filled within his gaze, one you could not deny nor claim that he was simply making jest at your expense. Nor could you deny there was something else held within his eyes, something dark that made your stomach flip in anticipation.

It was at this point that you realized how secluded you currently were. How alone you had both found yourselves deep within the palace gardens. How not a soul was nearby to hear your conversations, or to accidentally stumble upon you. How tall, and almost opposing he seemed to be, as he now loomed over you.

And it surprised you how unafraid you were.

“W-well, she does have a habit of just saying things to get a reaction out of people.” You stammered, taking a step back as his intense stare and presence made you feel timid “I-I am sure that this was -”

“It wasn’t.” Kirishima declared, closing the distance one again - effectively trapping you against a well-trimmed wall of shrubbery. “She somehow knew my desire for you, somehow could see it as plainly as day, and that is why she called my bluff.”

‘And made this ploy.’ you whispered in your own mind, your own tongue feeling like sand as it stayed heavy within your mouth; not being able to utter a word as his arms came to rest on either side of your head. Caging you, and forcing you to look at his honest and passionate gaze.

“And I cannot help but think,” His voice barely a murmur but it rang loudly in your head “that perhaps I am right in my assumptions that you feel the same.”

His head lowered, nose brushing against yours, as his eyes scanned your face for any form of discomfort; for any sign you may give to have him stop. But how could you? How could you tell him to back away, to allow you to scamper off when this was all you ever wanted?

Ever since you were a little girl you read of romances in stories and poems and all you wished for was to have a grand romance like the ones written in ink. To have a man tell you he wanted you. And now here you were with the one man who had been the catalyst of all your daydreaming since you met him, been the focus of your affections and fondness - no matter how frustrating - for months now.

How could you turn him away?

Despite the rapid beating of your heart, the nervousness that bedded itself deep within your soul and caused your breath and being to falter; the timidness within you, that has always been a part of your and claimed your demeanor, made your tongue lead and left you speechless. But despite it all, you still found yourself brave enough to look in his eyes, to ignore their intensity, unable to bring yourself to break it.

“Can I…” His whisper tickled your skin, as his lips barely brushed your own “Can I have the chance to make true of my claims? To hoard you away?”

You finally broke his gaze, for a moment, unable to help yourself to look at the lips you wanted to have pressed against yours, to have your passion known to him. Once you did, he did not hesitate to act on your silent request; his lips finally collided with yours in a kiss that set your body aflame, allowing your eyes to finally close and indulge in the fervid kiss.

His lips felt almost chapped as they continued to push against yours languidly. You could only assume the unhurried motions were an attempt to keep you against him, to not be scared off by his passion. You felt his hands delicately cup the sides of your face, gently his thumbs caressed your cheekbones in a soothing manner; sweet and calming, a far cry from how yours balled so tightly to the fabric of his collar that your knuckles were turning white.

You wanted him closer, wanted to feel all he had to offer; and though you appreciated he was being a gentleman, right now you didn’t want one. Right now, you simply wanted the beast you knew that lurked beneath the surface.

His lips pressed harder against yours, fueled by your arms that wound their way around his neck; fingers nestling within his thick crimson hair. His gentle hold of your face turned a little rough as he tilted your head up to better meet his kiss; rendering you more under his control - not that you minded in the slightest.

Your lungs were burning, begging for air that you refused to give, too enraptured by your kiss with him. Perhaps you were worried that if you were to part first it would be a sign to Kirishima that you wanted to end the ardent embrace; something furthest from the truth. You ignored the pain, focused on your fevered kisses, waiting for him to break first.

After a moment, though it felt more like an eternity, he did; gently holding your face away from his as he allowed you both to catch your breath. You could feel the warmth of his panting against your lips; you wanted to lunge forward to kiss him again but his hold made it impossible to do so.

“Please, don’t stop.” You whispered, hand tugging his hair gently to showcase your urgency “I want more, please don’t stop now Eijirou.”

“We can’t, my princess, not here.” He whispered back in kind, nose nudging gently against your own “This is no place for a woman, such as yourself, to be taken and defiled here.”

“Who says I am being defiled?” You countered, “To be defiled means I would not want this, and that is furthest from the truth. And besides, look around. No one can stumble upon us here in this labyrinth of flora, not unless we hear it first.”

You watched as his head ducked away, clearly debating between your words - your wants and needs - and propriety; an act he held most highly in his esteem. His hold on you slackened, allowing you to tip up and place a gentle kiss upon his lips.

“Please, Eijirou. I want nothing more at this moment than you. Allow me to indulge in you, and you the same.”

Your pleading words swirled in Kirishima’s mind, you could see for yourself the conflict he was battling by the way his eyes bore into yours. The way they swirled; the way the bright crimson of good within him tried to overtake the blackened lust that was overtaking it. The battle was won when his eyes turned dark and he attacked your lips once more, with a small growl of frustration.

You feel like you’re suffocating once more, but like then you could not bring yourself to care. Your hands took hold of his face, pulling him closer as you pleased, as you took his place in dominating the kiss. You could tell Kirishima did not mind, as you could feel his hands wander. Gently they caress your skin, pinching at your hips, and groping at the mounds on your chest.

You mewled at the new sensations, never before had a hand so large and warm touched you in such a way; it was euphoric and all-consuming as you tried to stay afloat in it all. His tongue entered your mouth when you mewled once more. The dominant caressing he did against your tongue added to the overwhelming euphoria you are experiencing.

You tugged at his hair, unable to stop yourself from ending this kiss, and cried out when he groped your chest harder; pinching at your now perked buds. Your departure from the kiss did not deter Kirishima, nor stop him from continuing his lust-filled actions, as he simply started trailing his lips and kisses down your neck and chest. Tugging the front of your bodice down to expose you to the cool night’s air.

“By the gods, you are so beautiful.” He pants out between his tugging on your dress and the soft kisses he litters along your collar bone “No fairer a maiden…”

Before you could counter, to muster the words that would tell him otherwise or shield away his view, he began his attack on your chest. The nipping of his sharp teeth against your delicate, sensitive skin, caused you to cry out almost painfully at the new sensations but the way you rubbed your thighs together and clung to his hair was proof you enjoyed his deliciously rough treatment.

You begged for more, loudly through the open air, trying desperately to cling to him; to feel him closer to you, not wanting him to disappear and end this moment of sin. And Kirishima was more than willing to oblige your sinful request, for he could not lie and say images of you like this did not plague his dreams. And he would dare not deny himself the one chance he may have to have all of you like this; to consume you in the beastly manner he dreamed.

He hastily pulled at your skirts, pulling them up as he lowered himself to the ground; crouching as he kissed at the newly exposed skin of your stomach, too focused on your soft skin to care about how the dirt was ruining the knees of his trousers.

“Be a good girl for me,” He whispered against your hip, hands holding the expensive fabric against your waist “And keep your skirts here, they will be in the way.”

You nod your head, hands coming down to replace his to hold your skirts in place; your breathing faltered when you look down at him, seeing just how close he was to your more private and sensitive area. Your voice hitched, no words being able to form as he gently took hold of your leg, hand gently caressing your thigh, as he placed it on his shoulder. The other leg followed, and the lack of balance startled a squeak out of you as you leaned back against the flora behind you.

“P-put one down!” You asked, tone still wavering with the uncertainty of your predicament “I’m going to fall!”

“You will not fall, I wouldn’t let that happen.” You felt his chuckle against your inner thigh, the grazing of his lips made you feel dizzy, “As you know, dragon borns are strong, able to lift the heaviest of trees with ease. And you….”

You felt his lips place small kisses up your inner thigh; slowly and deliberately. Your muscles jumped, involuntarily, as he made his way up, further and further, until he reached your panties. There he placed a lingering kiss in the center, where a small patch of wetness formed, before looking up at you “Are the furthest thing from being heavy.”

Kirishima gave you no chance to reply, or even think of a retort before he hooked your panties to the side and gave a similar lingering kiss to your bare cunt before he trailed his tongue up the entirety of your folds; tongue flicking delicately before departing. The deep moan he gave made blood rush to your face and ears, legs instinctively knowing to wrap around his shoulders to keep him securely there.

He repeats the motion, over and over, not relenting or allowing you another chance of reprieve once he got a taste of you. His tongue licked its way up and down, sometimes slowly to allow you to feel every groove that was on the muscle, to tease you and make you whimper for more. Other times quickly, being so enraptured by your taste that he could not stop himself from eagerly lapping at the juices that wept out of you; moaning in delight.

It was that moaning, the vibrations it sent right through to your soul, as you tried your best to hold on; to the skirts around your waist and to the mortal plane as you slowly ascended towards a heavenly release. Crying out his name, and begging him to keep going.

His words were sinful too, as they were whispered against your leaking cunt. Telling you things that would make you whine, as you would look away.

“Ah, ah, keep your eyes on me. Or else I’ll stop.” He would coo, tongue flicking at your clit swiftly, it always took you great effort to follow his instruction but the reward was always so sweet “There’s a good girl, so so good for me. You want me to keep eating this pretty pussy, don’t you?”

He wouldn’t continue until you said yes, a task made difficult by how brainless you felt, how overcome by desire and need he made you feel. But once you did, once you whimpered out a pitiful ‘yes’, he would reward you by sucking gently at your bundle of nerves. You could feel the pierce of his nails in your hips as he held you exactly how you wanted, your grip tightening whenever you tried to squirm away from his assault.

You would be embarrassed, especially at the position you were in with your skirts falling haphazardly around you and the man crouching on the ground between your legs; the slurping sounds accompanied by both your moans would give a passerby no doubt of what salacious acts were unfolding. But you couldn’t even bring yourself into the realm of care or reason, of decorum on propriety, not with the magic he was inflicting upon you.

He was ravenous, that was the only way you could describe it. Ravenous to eat you whole and hear you cry out his name. And you felt yourself being hurdled towards euphoria you had never known before, one that was powerful and made you shudder in fear and delight of what may come.

Your powerful release comes far sooner than you thought.

Kirishima forced his tongue into your twitching hole, slowly pumping into you and groaning a the tightness he felt; unable to help himself from pulling you closer, compromising the precarious potion you were in when he felt you clamp down on him. He knew you were close, that you were touching the edges of heaven, and he wanted you to experience it.

“Come on, that’s it, princess, let go. Let go for me, want to see you when you cum, come on” His words were muffled, but you could clearly hear him, as his thumb hastily circled your clit.

It was what sent you over the edge, allowing your back to arch and your eyes to shut as you tried to withstand the waves of pleasure that seared through you. Your mind and body seemed to shatter as your vision behind your eyes blurred white as you tensed in his hold.

“Yeah, that’s it. Use my face, good girl.” Kirishima groaned, though you could barely hear him as you rode the waves of your high, lapping at your release like a man starved; he only stopped when he heard your whines and felt your hips try to move away from him; too overstimulated and wanting a moment of reprieve.

He allowed you just that; gently placing your panties back and slowly uncrossing your legs from around his back, to gingerly place them on the ground below you. Being observant of how your legs wobbled, keeping hold of you until they stood more strongly on their own; allowing him to slowly stand once more and granting your skirts the freedom to descend gracefully around your frame once more.

He took the red pocket square that sat so neatly in his jacket to clean his now soiled face, taking his own moment to catch his breath and come back to reality, before placing it in his coat pocket. He delicately took your arms, with a smile, and looped them back around his own; tucking you into his side like before.

“Think we’ve been gone long enough, we should get back before people get suspicious.” He whispered, slowly guiding you back the way you came, as you hum contently.

“Yes, I think my friend wants to rid herself of Prince Monoma by now.” You giggle, still a little breathless from your exhausting little tryst “Perhaps we’ll have another moment like this soon.”

“Soon? Do you really think that we are going back to the party? That what we did was all for tonight?” Kirishima asked, his tone devious as he smiled down at you; his sharp teeth giving the illusion of danger.

“I-I am not sure…?” You mumbled out, shrinking a little at his piercing and dark gaze; you could not help but feel like prey stuck in a trap. “We’re not?”

“No, my pretty bird, you asked me to ravage you; pleaded with me to do so. And I intended to make true of my word.”

may our fates cross again

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lordfreg · 2 years

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💜us against the world💜

tags: @carl-unironic

Fandom: ROTTMNT

AU: Vampire!

Character: Donatello

Warning: Snarky comments n fluff🥰

Reader: im going with female, Yokai-human hybrid on this one because idk it’s just more interesting🥺. And you’re a Chinese dragon hybrid

୨⎯“us against the world”⎯୧

It was a cold, October day, the perfect weather for taking a stroll down your fellow neighborhood in New York City. Ah, yes, the big apple! It was home to a lot of creatures, this Y/N knew.

Y/N was a Yokai.

Well, only half of that statement is true. Her father was a human and her mother was a Yokai. In any form, Y/N was proud of her family and her Dragon side. She used cloaking magic to cover up her dragon features like her soft ears and scaly tail. The said magic emblem was a necklace in the shape of an emerald, that dangled on a silver chain.

She lived about an average life, as average of a life you can live as a mutant. Y/N was told at a young age to keep herself hidden, as much as she could anyways. She became a fan of ushankas and dresses.

October was the one month of the year that Y/N could walk around with her ears flopping free and her tail dragging on the ground and no one questioned her. That’s why Halloween was her favorite holiday.

Y/N had awesome friends that accepted her anyway she was, except she hadn’t told them that she was a dragon hybrid. Y/N was scared that they would only see her as dangerous and scary, she could manipulate fire and she has a prehensile tail. People said it would be cool to have a tail, but it was kinda hard because it kept getting stepped on every two seconds, but hey! Still cool.

Once, Y/N asked her father why she couldn’t show her true self to anyone, and her father simply replied with wise words.

“People fear what they don’t understand, sweetie.”

Y/N lived by those words, especially after her father died when she was only 14 years old. It was sad, her mother was destroyed, but did her best to care for her daughter.

But it was almost time for dinner, so she rushed back to her apartment complex with two steaming hot coffees. Being careful not to spill the coffees, Y/N bolted up the stairs and unlocked the door with her tail, no one was around anyways.

“Hello, Nomi!” Y/N chirped, setting the lattes down carefully and greeting her mother with a peck on the cheek before helping her with dinner.

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Afterwards, she did the dishes to ease the burden of being a single mother with a 15 year old girl.

“Y/N, darling, I’m not feeling so well,” Her mother spoke, “I think I’m going to go to bed early.”

“Okay!” Y/N sighed, resting her gloved hand on her head and on her hip, “You rest up, I’ll handle the dishes and then I’ll take a walk.”

“Okay, dear,” Mother sighed, “Just.. be safe, please.”

“Your wish is my command!” Y/N saluted.

Her mother chuckled a bit, “You’re so silly, Y/N. Good night, dear heart.”

“Good night, Nomi.” Y/N smiled.

Soon, Y/N was finished with the dishes and took a quick shower before taking the midnight stroll. Night time was Y/N’s favorite time, there was barely anyone awake and the streets were mostly empty. That gave Y/N an excuse to let her dragon features show.

She lifted up her dress and twirled around, embracing the so-crisp-it-almost-stung autumn air, and let her ears flick back into visibility along with her tail.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, there were red, shining eyes watching over her. The owner was perched on the ledge of a building, along with three other figures hidden in the shadows.

The looming eyes were quickly covered by goggles with blue and red lenses. The goggles zoomed in on the girl frolicking around along the city streets. The watching figure switched a setting on his goggles and it showed the female’s Yokai magic.

“Found something of interest, Don?” The one with the blue bandanna nudged the purple one as they came into the moonlight.

“Not particularly,” Don said, briefly looking around the other city streets.

“Then why were you staring at Walkway street for, like, 45 seconds straight?”

(AN; I don’t actually know if there’s a real street in New York called walkway just roll with me here😰)

“B-Because,” Purple huffed, “That girl down there appears to be a Yokai, Leon.” The goggle-wearing hero spat out.

“Whatever you say, bro.” Leo smirked.

For the split second that Donnie had taken his eyes off of Y/N, she had managed to wander down into an alley following a cat.

Frantically searching for the darling— for the girl Yokai, Donnie spun his head back and forth before his youngest brother called him to action.

Y/N was being held at knifepoint being forced to give up all their valuables.

“I-I told you already sir!” Y/N pleaded, “I don’t have anything!”

“Sure you don’t,” the raggedy man hissed, “That’s what they all say,” he slurred his words.

Just then, four shadow-like figures jumped down from the building behind the female, weapons bared. Their eyes glowed red, and their fangs were visible.

The scraggly man looked shocked, almost dropping his knife before clasping it tighter and pointing it at the threatening creatures. As they lurched closer Y/N stepped backwards and let them surround her in a protective circle. She noticed the green hue of their skin in the dim street light, and the fact that they had shells. That too.

“If you touch her or us,” The red one stated, “And we’ll eat cha alive.” He grinned while leaning in close to the man, making sure to show his fangs off.

The man then screamed and ran out of the alley, dropping the knife and pushing Y/N onto the ground. The dragon hybrid fell to the ground with an “Oophf!” As she landed on her back.

The group of turtles turned to face her, each of their bandannas coming into view. Their glowing, red eyes became yellow in the light and their curious expressions were now visible.

‘Huh.’ Y/N thought, ‘Color coded ninjas. Where have I seen that before?’

“I’m so sorry, lady!” The orange one said, taking her hand and lifting Y/N onto her feet once again.

“It’s okay,” Y/N said, rubbing her back and smiling lightly, “I’m fine,”

“Oh wow,” The blue one stared in awe of Y/N’s ears, “A-Are those real?” He asked, stepping closer and poking them lightly.

“Are those real?” Y/N laughed back, poking his fangs as he stepped back in surprise.

“Yeah,” the red one said, “We’re all, erm, vampires.” He said nervously.

Y/N blinked, processing what he had just said. Then a look of bewilderment washed over her features before morphing into an excited grin.

The purple one was observing the dragon the entire time, taking in every little detail. Who knows? Maybe there’ll be a pop quiz about that one strand of hair that got hooked in the side of your mouth or what degree does her eyebrows rest at compared to the rest of your beautiful, glorious face?

“You mean, like, real vampires?!” Y/N almost jumped with joy, “But your turtles?” She almost shouted.

“Yeah,” Orange said, “Half man, half turtle, half bat!” He said, making claws and waving his arms around with every “half.”

“That would be one-third, you brainless sea sponge.” Purple said, lightly skidding the back of the poor kids head.

“One-half, one-third, who cares? Important thing is, I’m about 99.9% sure that we just made a new friend.” Blue smiled, pulling Y/N in for a side hug.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N interrupted, “But I didn’t get your names, who are you?”

“Oh!” Orange raised his hand and waved it back and forth, “Me! Me! Me first!”

“Okay, the uh, ninja in orange!” Y/N pointed, “You can go first,”

“My name’s Michelangelo, but everyone just calls me Mikey!” He smiled, “Or Mickey, or Mitch, or Mike, or Angelo, or M, or—“

“I’m Rafael, Raph for short.” He said, sweet and simple.

“You already know me, I’m Leonardo, fearless leader. Leo for short.” He winked.

“And the antisocial blob of purple in the corner is Donatello! Don-Tron why don’t you give a warm welcome to Y/N our new BYFFAE.” Leo said, scooting Y/N towards Donnie. “That means best-Yokai-friend-forever-and-ever.” Leo whispered.

He cocked a brow while looking Y/N up and down, his glaring eyes looking down on her made Y/N start to sweat.

Donnie sighed and stuck out a hand for her to shake, “Hello, Y/N. I am Donnie, formally known as Donatello Hamato.”

Y/N shook his hand which was smooth but clammy at the same time, “Wait, did just say the word ‘sigh’?” She asked, but got no reply.

He paused for a moment, not letting go of Y/N’s hand in an iron grip.

“Why aren’t you scared of us?” He questioned, leaning closer to the dragon, “You should be terrified that we might suck your blood or something.”

“Well,” Y/N inhaled sharply, “I just thought that you guys would like me since we’re both… sorta freaky.” She said sadly, thinking that they didn’t like her.

“Hey, we’re all freaks here,” Raph said, smiling. “You’re welcomed.”

“Well, now that’s settled,” Raph began, “We should get headed home, Dad’s waiting on us.”

“Yeah, I should get going too,” Y/N said, yawning. “Tonight was crazy!”

“Yeah, I’m sure all of us are tired, we had a big day, can we all just go home now?” Donnie said annoyed at first, but then descended into a desperate attempt to hide his newfound interest in this Yokai.

As Don was pushing Mikey by his shell towards Leo’s portal, Y/N came scrambling back into the alleyway with a pen and a crumpled up poster.

“What’s that?” Don asked, shoving Mikey into the portal.

“My number,” Y/N said, “So we can hang out again!” She smiled.

Donnie felt his heart skip a beat, perhaps he was having a heart attack, which would’ve been fine by him at this moment. His face was so red it felt like it was burning holes through his mask.

“Tha-Thanks,” He said as she sloppily shoved the paper into his hands.

“No problem!” Y/N said, running out of the alley, “Just make sure to call me!”

Don huffed out a laugh that was more of a sigh, astonished at fact that Y/N had given him (and his brothers) her number. To call her! And hang out!

“Hey!” Leo shouted from the other side of the portal, “Quit gawking and get squawking!” He said making chicken noises at the purple turtle.

“What are you talking about? That makes no sense.” Donnie sighed stepping into the portal.

“You make no sense,” Leon resorted in a mocking tone.

“Whatever.”

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It had been a couple of months since Y/N and the turtles had met, and almost every weekend they would go out for pizza. This time all the turtles had gotten sick with the common cold, and Don was the only one left standing.

“Hello, Hello!” Y/N called out, balancing the 4 pizzas on her palms, “I’m here with your food!”

The red eyes peered from the shadows of the sewer lair, hungry growls leaving the mouths of the boys. Donnie stepped in front of Y/N protectively, stopping Mikey from lunging at Y/N and eating all the pizza.

“PIZZZZAAAAAA!!!” The orange one hissed.

“Not on my watch, Mike,” Don said through a purple medical mask, holding out his Bo-tech to stop M, “Go back to the sick cave and wait for me.”

Y/N chuckled at the sight of the sick boy’s attempt to gobble up the delicious midnight snack. Mikey slid off the staff like a snake and the others looked just a worm-ish.

“Sorry about that, Y/N,” Donnie murmured, “They’re sick, so they’re more feral than usual.”

“Understandable,” Y/N smiled, “You want me to help you get them back into bed?”

“Sure,” Don actually smiled a bit.

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After the bros were safely hanging upside down, after a full meal of course, Y/N and Donnie had some time to spare.

“So,” Y/N started, looking at the hanging turtle bats, “Won’t blood rush to their brains?”

“Implying that they have brains for blood to rush too,” he laughed, “But, uh, no. You see, due to the crazy clump of biological disasters we are, our anatomy is all messed up.

We have a constant flow of blood from our hearts to the rest of our body. That fact that it doesn’t it doesn’t rush to anywhere at all makes it very easy to hang upside down.” He went on.

“Aaand, you don’t care, do you?” He said getting self conscious as he realized that his crush was looking up the entire time.

“No, no,” Y/N interrupted the bad thoughts, “Blood can’t rush to your heads because of the constant flow of blood from the heart, but look!”

Y/N pointed to the ceiling, grabbing Don’s arm and pulling him close to her to see what she was seeing, “They’re all huddled together.”

Donnie smiled fondly, “Ah, I remember when we used to do that,”

“Huddle together?”

“Yes,” he sighed, “Bats of the same family often huddle together for warmth and comfort, we used to wrap our wings around each other.”

“That’s adorable, Don,” Y/N said, still interlocking her arm with her friends’. They faced each other and kinda just stared before Donnie finally broke the awkward moment.

“Uh, you can let go now,” He mumbled almost reluctantly.

“Oh,” Y/N let go and looked away, trying desperately to brush off the moment, “My apologies.”

“Apology accepted,” the purple turtle said as he picked at the carpet.

After a few seconds of silence, Don finally spoke up about something he’s been overthinking for a long time.

“Hey Y/N?” Don looked over to the dragon with worried and pleading eyes.

“Yeah, Donnie?” Y/N faced him, trying to hide the blush from her embarrassed blush.

“Why..” He choked on his words a bit, “Why do you stay with us?”

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked concerned.

“I mean, I’m a monster and you’re,” he paused looking down at the carpet again and started picking at it, “Well, you’re not.”

“I’m not a monster,” Y/N repeated, as if she was processing the information she just heard, “You’re not either, Don. None of you.”

“Well, people don’t seem to know that.” He huffed, scrunching up his face into his usual glare.

“My entire life, I’ve been told to never reveal myself to anyone.” Y/N started, “You guys are the first people, er, turtles to accept me as I am. Even with… this whole situation.” Y/N said, waving her spread hand over her face.

“What situation?” Don asked, “The half Yokai or the cute face?”

Donnie didn’t realize what he had just said.

Y/N blanked, her cheeks when red and her ears turned up. Something, Donnie had noticed, she did when she was shocked or embarrassed.

Then it hit him like a truck.

He had called Y/N cute.

He was so shocked that he hadn’t even realized that he was holding his breath. He inhaled sharply, trying to think of a quick response to brush off the awkward comment and bring the conversation back on track.

“Well,” Y/N said, snapping him out of his thoughts, “I think your face is cute too.”

“Why thank you,” Donnie boasted, “Wait, what?”

“Yeah,” Y/N sighed out, bringing her knees to her chest, “I’ve always thought you were handsome, but the way you focus on your work so intensely, yet your touch is delicate.”

Donatello was taken aback, was this a confession? That wasn’t supposed to happen until next week! He even had it on his calendar.

“Is this…” he paused to process, “Is this a confession?” He would blush, but you know, constant flow of blood.

“I guess it is,” Y/N looked at him with hopeful yet disappointed eyes, “It’s fine if you don’t like me back, I understand.”

“No!” He basically shouted, “No, no, no, I like you also! I mean I really, really like you. A lot.” Donnie looked away, sort of mortified.

“So, I guess we both like each other,” Y/N stated, after a few seconds after Donnie spoke.

“Yeah, I suppose,” He looked at Y/N and took a huge breath of confidence before hooking his finger under Y/N’s chin turning her to face him.

He leaned in and planted a long kiss and her lips. Y/N was shocked, but promptly kissed back, making Donnie relax into the kiss. They both pulled away, breathless, and feeling like all was well in the world.

“Wow,” Donnie was only able to mumble out.

“Agreed,” Y/N smiled.

“AWWWWWWW,” they heard from above, “That’s adorable!” Leo slurred.

“LEON!!” Donnie growled before lunging at his brother, before Leo was saved by his Don’s new girlfriend.

“It’s okay, Don,” Y/N said, patting the top of the grumbling turtle.

“Well, now that loud mouth knows, everyone’s gonna hear about it.”

“Let them talk about us,” She said, “We’ve got each other and that’s enough.”

“Us against the world.”

END💜

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kiskivmiske · 11 months

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It is kinda sad that there are dragons in WoF , but no dragon-related species, if you know what I mean. Dragons are the only creatures in their clade. They have a completely different body plan from all known creatures, and there were new creatures introduced in the series, like dragon flame cacti or dragonbite viper, but no mention of six-limbed lizards or anything that could be dragon's ancestor. I mean, they could originate from another planet, or their own species were wiped out by invasive Earth species, but still. I probably should make one speculative evolution tree for dragons when I finish requests, but here is what I think.

Coelacanth's or its relative's descendant walks out on land just like tiktaalik did. It keeps all of its 8 limbs, but 4 of them are more fit for swimming, while the rest is used to walk on land.

Time passes, legs become stronger, the fish grows claws to get a better grip on the surface. Fins also progressively become stronger, propelling the body underwater, while claws and teeth are used to snatch prey.

Soon, fins become more complex, develop anatomy similar to front limbs, with a shoulder and an elbow joint. The ancestor starts to spend more time, going further and further into the continent, climbing trees and rocks. This dragon's ancestor, let's call it a Swampglider, looks like a deformed hybrid between a MudWing, a HiveWing and a newt: brown or greenish in color, with four short limbs and four fins. It hunts in swamps and rivers, coming to lay eggs on land, in warm mud or in piles of decomposing leaves. Eventually, its hunting territories grow bigger, as the creature starts to use claws to climb trees. It discovers that fins allow to glide from one tree to another. It gains a new method of defense: venom glands under their teeth rebuild themselves to spray venom towards the attacker. Its legs become longer allowing it to run without dragging belly on sharp rocks. It now has a built closer to modern day dragons, although it's the size of a large house cat, but steadily growing in size from generation to generation.

Now, as it rules water, land, and air, Swampglider goes even further, leaving the swamp behind. The West of Pyrrhia is still a lush jungle, connected on the other side with Pantala, Ice Kingdom does not exist yet, but it will soon change.

As Swampglider's habitat becomes more diverse, it starts to split into different species. All species but one, start to lose one pair of wings, while the other pair becomes more flexible and strong. East of Pyrrhia, all the way to mountains, is inhabited by woodland dragons, not much different from original Swampgliders. They are also brown or green, sometimes with hints of blue, yellow or red. The ones who live near the ocean are mostly blue-ish or brown, rainforest dragons are mostly green, while dragons of the southern shores have more distinct yellow and orange hues to blend with autumn foliage. In all of those species, scales host photosynthetic bacteria. Ocean dwelling dragons and swamp dragons still have their gills, while the others lost them. The wings became stronger, the dragons now achieved powered flight.

Dragons of the mountains have slimmer build and bigger wings. Their venom spit has changed to ignite upon release.

An ice age is coming, and ocean on the north starts to freeze, spreading on the Tail islands and the head of the continent. And, on the North of the mountains, a new species rises: these dragons have copper in their blood instead of iron, and their venom spit has a very effective coolant in it. Warm blooded mountain dragons move towards the center and the Southern Ocean, as it is not as cold as the other one. Other species also move, pushing southern woodland tribe to spread all the way across the shore of the supercontinent. Swamp dragons, being forced to move to the northeastern volcanic islands, acquired a new defence mechanism: immunity to fire. That allowed them to live on those islands, which are too dangerous for the others because of their volcanic activity. They don't need sensitive gills anymore, as they do more harm than good. They don't use photosynthesis anymore and are becoming stronger and more effective hunters, always sticking in packs, they increase their kill rate. To hide from the cold, they spend free time and sleep in heated spring pools. Crossbreeding with mountain dragons gave them fire breathing ability, too, but it's not as strong as in other species, because they are not warmblooded.

In the western jungle, bug dragons emerge from those who retained all four wings for hovering flight, rather than gliding. They have more diverse methods of venom attacks. Some of them have poisonous glands under their claws and on the tip of the tail. To make the process of hatching easier, bug dragons have a much shorter egg phase, dragonets hatch undeveloped, with rudimentary wings. They actively eat for several months getting fatter, and then hide into a small burrow, coat themselves with air-drying slimy coat and hibernate. After the winter, they emerge fully developed. That way small dragonets have a bigger chance of survival during winter months, when there is not enough food and significantly more rivalry, to wake up when the food is in abundance

Meanwhile, woodland dragons have developed an unique ability to sence brain signals of other creatures. After a period of time, the had split into three subspecies: mountain dragons hybrids, who can breathe fire and read minds, forest dragons who use psychic abilities to trick others into thinking they are invisible by affecting photographic memory centers, and woodland dragons who can only read chemical signals from plants and translate them into coherent data about the plant to avoid eating diseased and inedible fruits. The first species had lost its photosynthetic bacteria and become fully nocturnal.

Sea dragons are forced to move from shallow waters deeper down from cold icy surface to heated derpwater vents rich with life, their photosynthetic bacteria changes to bioluminescent algae.

And then the continent started to crack. Eastern islands drifted to the North, western half of the continent separated and started to drift further away. Volcaolnoes erupted one after another, and methane filled the air. The ice age is gone and a global warming takes place. Ice cap is melting. Water currents change. Now, lush jungle on the west dries up, becoming a desert. At this point we can call dragons by their names, even though they aren't all pureblood.

MudWings and IceWings move back to the continent, pushing SkyWings and RainWings further to the South, while they, in their own turn, chase away NightWings and LeafWings, who, unable to defend themselves from venom spit, had to flee into the desert. NightWings, due to being nocturnal, aren't affected much by the change of temperature and are fine with desert climate. They kidneys can handle high salinity, so, instead of searching for oasis, they remain in a small wooded peninsula, closer to the ocean. LeafWings, having much more competition, are unable to fight back and forced to stay on separating Pantala. BeetleWings separate, one half stays in Pantala's grasslands, the other stays in Pyrrhian desert.

After separation, grasslands become more humid due to being near the ocean, and new rainforests emerge, food becomes abundant, and BeetleWings and LeafWings don't have to fight for supplies anymore.

Overtime, Pyrrhian BeetleWings lose their larval stage and one pair of wings, and, by breeding with SkyWings, become separate tribe, SandWings. Their hearts developed four separate chambers instead of three, which prevents blood from mixing and loosing heat. This mechanism helps them keep their bodies warm in the night, when the temperature drops.

The other part of BettleWings has retained their "larval" stage through neoteny, and it has become increasingly longer. The dragonet grows at a normal pace now, instead of turning into a fat potato worm thing, it's metabolism isn't much different from a normal dragonet, but they don't pupate and get wings until sexual maturity.

IceWing s have lost their natural habitat and have to move to Pyrrhia, suffering from heat in the northern desert, their number dropped to several thousands. Because of inbreeding, many dragons with deformities were born, one of them could bend laws of physics itself to his own will. This ability will later be known as "animus". Unusual IceWing, later named The Great Ice Dragon, being born with an unique magic ability, has sacrificed himself to preserve the cold on the head of the continent. Although IceWings have come through a bottleneck (drastic decrease in their number), they have survived.

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