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[diejager]

Imagine that the hybrid 141 was getting a teammate and that teammate was a hybrid and Laswell wanted it to be a surprise for the team what they are as in hybrid was and soon as they get off the aircraft and onto the tarmac, the boys realize that they’re with another dragon hybrid and her “heat” would be soon upon her (dark blue in to black better for stealth or, whatever you prefer, she also has her wings) how would the boys handle that you can take the story anyway you want 

This… I might make it self-indulging because this idea has been clawing at the back of my mind for a long while. Cw: mating/heat cycle, fire/water magic, tell me if I missed any.

Laswell had Price wait for the surprise she had planned, the secret she kept from them when they received your file. It had all he asked for in attributes and skills, but all things personal that should have been on it were scratched out in black. He was told that it was a need to know basis, your name, age or species wouldn’t be divulged unless you told them yourself. He knew you from words from mouth to ear, ad read of your skill and efficiently but nothing he heard and found told him an ounce about you as a person. Your character was a mystery he died to know.

So when he got word from Laswell that your ETA was just over half an hour, he had the boys reconvene to the airstrip, watching the aircraft carrying you land not too far from them, the rotors slowing to a steady thrum. The anticipation that bubble din his chest made this moment crawl at a snail’s pace, the ramp lowering too slowly for his liking and the droning sound of the aircraft’s irking his ears. Then, seconds after the ramp fully dropped, he caught sight of blue horns, tines growing from a singular robust beam, segmented like those of a scale. Your head, covered by a custom made helmet to let your antlers peek out and sit comfortably on your head (at least you wore something, unlike his constant frustration with finding one that wouldn’t bother his horns), followed after you walked out, decked in your gear and a bag slung over your shoulders. 

You weren’t what he was expecting, not exactly. He read that you had a masterful experience in hydromancy, stealing water from the air and humidity and contorting it to cause havoc in the field and cutting through the enemy. He and the others shared their theories, one possibility made you into a water witch, a leviathan, or one of those creepy monsters from the deep sea. Not what… whatever you were. You had elk-like horns painted in the deepest blue he’d ever seen and a tail covered in scales of the same shade, glistening under the light like it was wet with tufts of hair - or was it fur? - crawling down the base of your fourth limb to create a silky and soft end with long, slowing locks. 

What were you? What was that smell? It got sweeter the closer you got, a softness that clung to his nose and made him salivate. He wondered how strong it must be for the Soap and König who’s noses were more enhanced and sensitive than any others, they’d probably sniff the source - you - out and answer his undying question.

“Captain Price,” you nodded your head, a small smile gracing your lips, your slitted eyes narrowed in greeting, “Hope I didn’t make you wait too long.”

That sweetness lingered around you and stuck to his hand when you shook hands, giving him a firm shake and stronger grip that he could admire for the strength you showed. Had you face been as bright as it was a few seconds before? Perhaps it was the musk that oozed off you, it was uneasily addicting and pleasing to his lizard brain, slowly moving the cogs of hos old machine. He watched you take a step back, making some distance between his Task Force and you, and his mind got clearer, nose less stuffy and cheeks wash away the slight flush. Then it hit him, the sweetness, the dazed perception of you and the growing need in his body, he was reacting to you. 

“Sorry, I was told I’d be off for the week once I landed,” you cocked your head, sharing an apologetic smile, “My cycle follows the Lunar year.”

Ah, everything made more sense now, the gracefulness of your beautiful tail, the glistening of your scales and the sharpness of your horns. He had agreed to welcome another dragon to his Task Force, he was fortunate that Asian dragons were calmer and benevolent than his European counterpart. 

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[shallyouobeyme]

Fortune

Platonic Yander Malfoy!Family x Dragon!reader (GN)

Summary: A long time ago there lived a species of dragon-hybrids with magical gifts. You - one of these hybrids - had the gift of bringing good fortune to whoever was close to you, but as you'd soon learn, using your gift to help others would only endanger you...

! Minors do not interact !

TW: Not Canon Complainant about the Malfoy's backstory, imprisonment, manipulation, kidnapping, infantilisation (kinda), I do not condone this - this is all fiction

One or two Centuries ago, when muggles still believed in magic and fantastical creatures roamed the earth almost freely, many more kinds of species lived in nature. Some of them were closely related to creatures still on this planet in the present. One example of such a case was a kind of dragon that had long since left the face of the earth, one that shared many similarities with the humans around it. In fact, these dragons had the ability to shift from their full dragon form to that of a bipedal, humanoid dragon-person hybrid. Further than their ability to shift though was their ability to innately use magic.

Now, their abilities were not like the abilities of wizards and witches who could put their magic into words and gestures, using their magic as a medium to achieve many different goals. Instead, they tended to be born with a specific magical talent that differed from case to case - some could control different elements (since these dragons did not naturally have the ability to breathe fire or water), some could communicate with nature, some changed the weather, and others could use their scales to make themselves invisible to any living and dead being.

One of these dragons, still a young fetchling when this story began had a rare and sought-after ability - the ability to attract fortune. Something every dragon with a knack for hoarding (so almost all) would kill for, which was why the little dragon-hybrid was told from a very young age to keep hidden from creatures that would use them and their powers for their own gain. This young dragon was you - and often, when you now fell asleep, you still dreamt of the night that would turn out to be the one to doom your entire life.

You had barely just started to fly without your parent's supervision and after being kept at home for your entire (short) life in hopes that no one would try to use you, your curiosity for real life and everything beyond the mountain you called home grew restless. So you did what any curious child with the ability to fly would do and you took off to where you knew the nearest village to be. You landed a few miles away from it, well aware that your parents would be furious beyond belief if you went into town and let your existence be known to humans. After all, your parents always did make a point of mentioning just how greedy and selfish humans tended to be.

You were a fool to not believe them. You were in your humanoid form - comparable with a human child of about eight or nine years - as you stepped into a clearing. The sound of sobbing echoed through the trees around you and your eyes fell onto a form hunched onto the floor in sobs. They looked similar to you, but a lot smoother, and without any horns or wings protruding out of their back. Honestly, they looked really strange, but your parents had described something similar to what you were seeing and they had said that these smooth wingless things were humans. Obviously, you were intrigued.

"Why are you crying?" you asked in your young, squeaky voice and the human jumped up, turning to look at you in shock. Their eyes widened even further at your appearance, but they seemed too shaken to properly realize what was going on.

"You-You're a - You're a dragon?" they finally stuttered out, their tears long forgotten. You couldn't help but giggle, of course, you were a dragon, what else were you supposed to be?

"Yes I am, and you're a human, right?" you asked and they only responded by nodding, "then why were you crying, human?"

"I-" They seemed to question their reality for a second, probably wondering if they should tell a random little dragon-hybrid their sorrows, but they responded nonetheless, "My mother... She's very ill and I don't have the money to buy the medicine she needs, I fear that she'll pass away soon and then I will be all alone in the world."

As their tears build up again, you feel yourself sympathize with the human. Sure, you had your parents, but they were travelling all of the time, leaving you to your own devices and even your siblings had been allowed to leave the nest and make a way of their own, it was just you who was kept alone in the cave under the pretence of protection. So you very well knew how it felt to be alone, to be lonely. And so you knew that if you could do something against someone else feeling like that, then you would.

"I can help you!" you exclaimed excitedly at the thought of doing something good.

"What? How?" the human - you decided that if humans were at all similar to your own kin then they must have been a man - asked, completely perplexed as you walked towards him, stopping just a step away.

"It's my gift, I can bring fortune to people, I can help you make the money you need for the medicine," you were smiling brightly now, but the human still seemed confused. 'How,' he just asked and you told him to kneel down. Usually, your presence alone was enough to attract riches and riches beyond most people's dreams, but you knew that if you wanted to help someone attract fortune without being near them, you had to use a different tactic. And so, once the man had knelt down, you pressed a kiss to his forehead and a shimmer of silver light sparkled over his face - the same silver of your scales.

After that you left for home, but before you could take off the human called out to you: "What's your name? Will I see you again?"

"I'm Y/N - and I don't know, I hope so," you responded as you took flight and the last thing they shouted to you before the distance was too large to hear them was that their name was Layton Malfoy.

After that, you used every chance you had to fly to that clearing where Layton was usually already waiting for you - he'd tell you all these amazing stories of his life and he'd entertain you, trying to be your best friend. At least you thought that was all he wanted. What you didn't realize was that slowly but surely he was trying to keep you by his side longer and longer, always finding another reason as to why you should stay, telling you how your parents were using you, about how they weren't these amazing dragons that you thought them to be. And maybe because you were just a lonely child who was just desperate for the attention or maybe because Layton was your first friend and you didn't believe friends would lie to each other, you believed him. And so after he kept telling you all these things about how he was the one who would actually protect you, about how he'd finally let you live a normal life, you left the clearing with him towards his home town - thinking about how you'd return home one day and tell your parents about how wrong they were about humans and about all the great things you lived through.

You never returned home though, in fact, you never saw your parents again. Decades later - you were now comparable to a human teenager - Layton's grandchildren had told you that the dragon-hybrids had been declared extinct after they had been hunted for their powers and their horns. The Malfoy heir told you that he was so happy that his grandfather had 'taken you in' and how the entire family just felt thankful that you hadn't been hunted as well. He elected to ignore the fact that you were shackled to a wall in a secret Cellar below their large estate - possible only because they had you locked away to attract them money,.

After finding out about the cruel fate of your kin, you shifted into your dragon form attempting to not give the Malfoy any sense of result by responding to them or even just paying attention to them. You rolled into yourself, closed your eyes and stopped things but eat, drink and sleep. No matter how often the ever-evolving generations of Malfoys tried to get you to interact with them, you just stayed silent. Honestly, you were surprised that after decades of silence, they still tried to talk to you - wasn't your presence in their cellar enough? You were still attracting fortune for them, what more did they want? Over the years they tried to get you out of your shell by decorating your cellar with numerous pillows and blankets and things that dragons loved in their hord. Your Chamber probably had more money, jewels and riches in it than their bank account. And yet, as much as you secretly appreciated your new horde, you stayed silent.

At least until a new Malfoy was born and old enough to come down to you on his own. Lucius was just a child when he saw you for the first time lying curled into yourself in your pile of riches and pillows and blankets, but even he could see the sadness in your form. And so he tried to talk to you, but like his parents and grandparents had told him, the dragon in their cellar did not talk. But he didn't stop, he told you about how he thought the family had enough money already, about how he thought they should let you free and how you'd be able to breathe fresh air again once he became the patriarch of the family. Maybe it was the earnestness in his voice or the fact that he reminded you of yourself when you were a hatchling, still trusting in the world around you, but you caved and you shifted for the first time in what must have been over 100 years.

It was safe to say Lucius was ecstatic and the two of you soon became close. You talked to him and him only, and he enjoyed it immensely. He tried to spend as much time as possible down with you and was so close to you that you actually let him nap with you in your horde (he always got to lie on the parts with lots of pillows and blankets, because you knew humans were a lot more sensitive than you). And as he grew older you tried to remind him of his promise and at first he agreed, but the older he grew the more unsure he seemed. Still, he agreed - probably knowing that you'd stop your friendship with him once you realized that he didn't intend to keep his promise anymore.

It was only once he came down, dressed all in black, now an adult with his own child, telling you that his father Abraxas had passed because of a case of Dragon Pox - a cruel wink of fate as you couldn't help but think - that you excitedly ran towards the bars of your cage, believing that you'd finally be let out of this horrible prison. Only that Lucius didn't open the door. 'Why?' you asked him, silver streaks of tears streaming down your cheeks, 'Don't you have enough Fortune? Is the money really worth it?'.

"It was never about the money, at least not for me if it was just that I would let you go in a heartbeat, but I know that the second I let you out you'll be gone. You'll leave me behind, here without you, and I don't think I can do that Y/N. I need to know that you're here, safe, where I always know you're well cared for. I hope one day you'll be able to forgive me - even if I'm not there to experience it."

That was the day you realized that Lucius and Narcissa - and after his son Draco as well - would never let you go. They did try to make your living 'situation' more comfortable, changing out the bars to your cave with an actual door after putting enough spells on you to keep you from ever leaving the premises of their mansion, keeping you from kind of violence against them and keeping alerting them should you ever be in any kind of distress or danger. Soon they had integrated you into their everyday life, treating you like a child to be protected and not like you've had lived longer than they could ever imagine. Even Draco - who grew up with you as a constant in his life - developed the same sense of protectiveness that his parents had, as if he wasn't a literal child, and when it was time for him to leave for Hogwarts he insisted you writing him at least once a week, because otherwise he was sure he'd go insane with worry (at least that was what he said).

And so, while for a few decades, you had actually thought freedom was close, you soon realized that you had just switched one prison against a slightly more glamorous one - and it seemed that as long as there were Malfoys, you'd never be able to escape it.

A/N: This is based on another great idea by @sol565 so I wanna give them a big thanks and a big shoutout ❤️❤️❤️

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[zazter-den]

Stained Glass Circumstances

Series: Current, Snippet 2, Ch. 1 Foul-Mouthed Frit

Synopsis- Captain Kirishima appreciates the overlooked beauty of glass.

Warnings- Servant Dynamics, Concubine Dynamics, Suggestive Themes.

Tags- Less explicit prologue, No Sex, Fantasy AU, Dragon!Kirishima, Consort!Reader, Brief BarbarianKing!Bakugou, Black Haired Reader.

Word Count- 400 word Prologue I

"Oi, Kirishima!" The barbarian king barked with his usual arrogant tone, ordering the loyal captain to escort his newest concubine to the hot springs to wash. Kirishima's slit pupils landed on your exhausted form, sprawled on Bakugou's dark blankets and furs like a masterpiece displayed on an ebony canvas.

Despite the fatigue radiating from your body, Kirishima couldn't help but find you captivating. The crystalline horns jutting from your hairline were of a clear quartz, an odd hue even for a dragon hybrid. Facets refracted rainbows on your black curls and the surrounding obsidian fabric, the beams of color dancing with each ragged breath you took. Captain Kirishima, having a ruby pair of his own, doesn't see how anyone could find your glass-like horns plain.

He had laughed, thinking his friend was surely joking when the rowdy regent had called you the “extra” consort he found. Claiming you on a whim.

Though he tried to dismiss his lingering thoughts and desires, Kirishima couldn't fully resist your allure. Despite their current roles—one as King Bakugou's concubine and the other as his trusted captain of his guard—Kirishima carried a deep...affection for you. One that couldn't easily be brushed aside. Gods know, he tried.

Captain Kirishima unbuckled the clasps of his scarlet cloak, the vibrant color signifying the high rank he fought tooth and claw for, and the fabric slipped from his broad shoulders. The thick ornate clothe was gentle against your skin, offering warmth and protection. He carefully wrapped your naked curves, shielding you from any prying eyes that may be present as he made his way to the baths outside the borders of the courtyard.

With gentle strength, Kirishima lifted your sleepy form into his arms, holding you as if the most delicate treasure. The weight of your body pressed against his chest, bodies fitting together in a way that felt natural. Intimate. He was lucky the tyrant's attention was long lost to the battle plans on his desk.

Then again, most servants ceased to exist in Bakugou's mind the moment he no longer had a need for them.

He held you close, cherishing the friendship he had formed with you over the past fortnight or so. Kirishima carried you out of King Bakugou's chambers, your head tucked into his chest as you continued to doze, and moved into the quiet hallways. The flickering torches along the walls cast a soft, warm glow. Their light danced upon the horns peaking out of your ebony hair, creating a mesmerizing display of color on your dark curls and his polished armor.

Stained Glass, Kirishima realized with a soft grin, that's what your horns reminded him of.

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[alittlemoth]

Hello!

May I request holly Dark Cacao cookie with a s/o who is a white fluffy feathered dragon who is very lazy. Like Dark Cacao probably has to drag them into battle. And was definitely puff up their feathers when mad or is defending something

Hope your doing great! <333

A dark cacao request! Sure thing anon!

Dark cacao x lazy! dragon! reader.

A dragon. Fierce, powerful, deadly, they fly through the sky looking for their next victim.... Is what most people would think hearing the king of the Cacao Kingdom is with a dragon, but no he fell in love with and married a "lazy sack of feathers"

Witches help him, in a kingdom full of warriors, strength, and active citizens..... You are the dragon of the snowy cliffs, a relatively peaceful dragon so long no one harms those you deem your friends... With no obvious threats around you do what most reptiles do... Rest. Now resting itself is not what bothers the mighty king, he understands that rest is good for the body the mind and the soul. It's the fact that when there is a fight that needs your abilities you still wish to rest....

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You hear your name. Then footsteps then your name again. "It's an emergency oh great dragon! Twenty seven yetis and a snow lion have started attacking the wall!" You barely move your tail only flicking in acknowledgment. You mumble out a reply "yes that is troubling, but nothing the watchers can't handle" you yawn, stretch, and then turn to the watcher sent to you. A young one, probably still designated as the messenger. "If it was bad enough where you really needed me, my husband would have come and woken me-"

Speak of the cakes you hear him coming up the stairs your name yelled by the king. "What are you doing you lazy sack of feathers, it's time you get up it is that bad!" You don't move. "Do the thing and I'll go" the king motions to the watchers that have gathered to leave, but you command they stay, much to your husband's horror. "If it's that bad, do. The. Thing." He sighs looking at the five watchers who have come to see what the 'thing' that only he can do.

The king sighs, comes closer to you rests his head on you and whispers "my dove, my love, my star. I will..." He hesitated wondering if he had to do this, then he saw your eyes so excited and continued "I will rest and take a day off with you if you come help" you look expecting more and when it doesn't come you motion for him to continue, he sighs "and i will cuddle with you all day" you grin finally getting what you wanted! It's not like he wasn't affectionate he's actually very cuddly and sweet... He just doesn't want citizens to know that he's the clingy one in private. You got up to take care of the issue.

And then the next day, you get your day off with hubby. Dark Cacao gets a day off that he desperately needed, and you get to be the big spoon for once! It was perfect and now that his watchers know that he's cuddly you get more public affection! It was a great couple of days.

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[joelslegalwhre]

Her Sweet Kiss

oh i would love to request one where the reader is the dragon queen (a bit like daenerys from game of thrones) and geralt is sent to kill her which he refuses in the end

(Requested on Wattpad)

pairing⁀➷ geralt of rivia x fem!dragon!reader

word count ⁀➷ 3.2k

summary ⁀➷ You're a golden dragon and the king sent Geralt to kill you… (I’m shit at summaries i’m sorry-)

warnings ⁀➷ spoilers for s1 ep6, violence, (short) mention of blood/wound, mention of killing someone, fighting, kissing, angst (not much)

a/n ⁀➷ As always pls tell me if I missed a warning! And if anyone knows why my “read more” messes with my text (it doubles the first paragraph) i’d be thrilled to know how to fix that🫢

Jaskiers song

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Geralt came out of the cave, throwing some monster head right in front of the man's feet. You felt the fear the old man had of the white haired Witcher.

Geralt looked at him with a stern look, a little confused but still as if he'd rip the man's head off if he'd do anything stupid.

„I believe those are mine." He said in a low voice.

When the Witcher came down the small hill to his horse, the man hurriedly let the bag fall to the ground and ran away.

„This woman just killed a man with her bare hands for trying to steal your horse!" Jaskier shouted to Geralt.

You couldn't just walk past the men on your way to the village, already sensing the fight.

It really wasn't as dramatic as the bard told though, the man chose his fate when he chose to be ignorant and thought of himself as something better. Stealing a man's belongings, was the lowest another could do. And you didn't really want to have a bloody scene, so a snapped neck was the… well, best option.

The bard behind you was still in shock as he propped his hands to his sides and looked at the Witcher. Said one turned around and studied you with an intense look.

You just looked him straight in the eyes, a small smile spreading across your lips at his next words.

„Maybe she'll make a better travel companion, then." he dryly answered the bard, tilting his head to the side.

He put the bags back on his horse and turned around to you and the bard, Jaskier.

„Who are you?" he asked. You felt the curiosity he tried to hide as he asked.

„That is something you don't have to know." you answered sounding polite yet your answer clearly wasn't. But something about it made the Witcher, Geralt of Rivia as you knew, want to know more about you.

Normally he would just turn around and continue whatever he was onto. Not this time, though.

You smiled at Geralt. „I guess you'd like that back.” You threw one of his viles at him that had fallen out of the bag earlier. He caught it with ease, looking you up and down in surprise. Maybe there was even more to you than he could guess.

„Good luck with whatever you're doing!" you shouted, already continuing your way to the village. Jaskier's gaze followed you, his eyebrow raised, shaking his head.

„What the..." he mumbled to himself. Geralt on the other hand was completely thrown off by the way you behaved.

„Wait!" he shouted after you, his deep voice echoing through the air. Jaskier turned his head to Geralt. What had got into him? He never did anything like that, ever.

The strong white wolf, feared Witcher and butcher of Blaviken, shouting after a girl? Out of desperation? You clearly left Geralt completely and utterly confused.

The large door of the tavern opened, and Geralt entered, followed by Jaskier. "I'd like a fresh ale, thank you." Jaskier smiled at Geralt.

The tavern was packed, and the waiters ran back and forth in hurry. Neither of them wanted to wait that long. "Hmm." Gerald grumbled, but made his way to the bar anyway to order two mugs of ale.

"What.." the Witcher muttered to himself as he saw you. He had barely managed to banish you from his mind since you had left. As if in a trance, he walked away from the bar. "Witcher!" the barman called after him, who had already put down the two jugs. But Geralt no longer heard him, no longer wanted to hear him.

He followed after you without paying attention to anything around him. If the fabric of your orange dress hadn't had all his attention, it would have been easy to follow your irresistible scent.

You had already noticed Geralt when he entered the tavern with Jaskier. You led him to the back of the tavern, and opened a door that led into a corridor. Which contained several rooms to store food and drink or other supplies. With a light smile, you noticed that Geralt was still following you. Good.

Geralt didn't even look around as he pushed the door open, and it closed behind him. The voices became quieter, and he concentrated on the sounds of your footsteps. It smelled like old wood... and you.

You opened one of the doors. Not a moment later, you felt his presence close behind you. His breath on your neck and the strong smell he carried.

"I don't know why I can't resist you." he whispered in your ear, and his hair brushed your shoulder. "But I'm done trying to fight it."

You leaned your neck to the side and felt his lips, spreading feather-light kisses. No one needed to know about this encounter, you both agreed on that. He didn't need to leave any evidence behind to remember it. His hands grabbed your hips and urged you further into the chamber.

"Show me." you whispered challengingly. If he no longer wanted to suppress it, you wouldn't stop him.

Not a moment later, his lips met yours. Although there was so much desire in both of you, the kiss was anything but. It was breathtaking. It was gentle, quite in contrast to your desire. It was a sweet kiss. And it was so much more fitting than a wild or hard kiss. It was full of feelings neither of you would admit to.

His hands pulled you to him and your hands intertwined behind his neck. Never before had a kiss felt like this. But even in this kiss, you had to gasp for air at some point.

Neither of you moved. Geralt's hands still held you pressed against him as he looked down at you.

Something on your neck shone gold that he hadn't noticed before. It reached to your shoulder and disappeared under the fabric of your dress. It almost reminded him of dragon skin.

You knew what his gaze lingered on. "It's a birthmark," you whispered. He looked into your eyes.

"It's almost the same colour as your eyes." you added with a smile. His lips parted and closed again. Your hands wandered along his hair, and you twirled a small strand between your fingers. Geralt's gaze followed your every move before he looked you in the eyes again.

"I have to go now.” You whispered, standing on your toes and pressing one last kiss to his lips.

Geralt didn't open his eyes as you released yourself from his grip. Only when he heard the sound of jugs scraping over wood did he look up. With three empty jugs, you left the chamber and your footsteps echoed.

But what he only noticed now, how he could have missed it he didn’t know himself, was the wound on your arm. It looked like it had already been treated, but you still had a cloth covering it.

Geralt had his back to the door. But he couldn't help himself and took a step out of the door to look after you. With light steps, almost as if given wings, you walked along the corridor. But before you left, you looked over your shoulder at Geralt. You looked into his eyes and smiled.

Then you turned around and disappeared through the wooden door.

Geralt looked down at the floor and exhaled heavily. "Fuck." he growled.

When he returned to the table, Jaskier wasn't alone anymore. An old man and two worrier-looking women sat with him. Geralt's gaze went back and forth between the three and Jaskier. The table was set with pies, beer and wine.

"Ah Geralt, we were wondering where you've been." Jaskier announced cheerfully.

Geralt gave him a glance and sat down.

"What do you want?" Geralt grumbled.

„A short while ago, a dragon landed across the border in King Niedamir's mountains." the old men started, „I know what you're thinking. Impossible, dragons are so rare. But it's true. Locals spotted it and went after it in search of treasure. Of course, they succeeded only in wounding the creature. And angering it so righteously that it swooped down from its lair and set half a hillside ablaze.

„Hm."

„Dead sheep everywhere." he continued his story.

„Now, the King is in a blind. He's set to marry the princess of his rival kingdom, Malleore, which means it's bad timing to have a murderous pest lurking about in the mountains."

„What does this have to do with me?" Geralt knew exactly what this had to do with him, but the old man mustn't know that just yet.

„The king sent me to ask you to kill the dragon, dear Witcher.”

„You've wasted your breath." Geralt said. „I'll tell you what l've already told the king myself. he looked up, directly into the old man's eyes. „I don't kill dragons.”

What Geralt didn't tell him was that the king didn't order any dragon to be killed, he wanted the dragon queen dead. Shaking his head in disapproval, the old man sighed. „It's nothing I could do myself.” he chuckled. Geralt did not even seem to grin.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," Jaskier interjected into the conversation. „Did you say dragon?" Geralt looked at him from the side,

„What people call green dragons', like the one we have here I suppose, they're the most common. Red dragons, less so. Black dragons are the rarest.” he explained.

„Gold dragons are the rarest." the old men stated.

„Gold dragons are a myth. For a gold dragon to exist, it would... have to be the result of... an accidental, unique mutation. And in my experience, mutations, they're intentional." Geralt said with a wry nod, "But it doesn't matter. Mutant or myth, gold dragons met the same fate as anything too different to endure. They died out." His gaze had turned to the table.

„Hello, Grandfather." you lean on the old man's shoulders from behind with a small smile. At the sound of your voice, Geralt's head shot up. Your eyes met, once again, and it felt like a storm was set free inside of you.

„Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Thank you so much. It's been very nice. Thank you for the wine and the pies, but as the man said, we really can't get involved.” Jaskier said with panic in his voice.

„Geralt, shall we?" he tried to ask the Witcher next to him. But when Geralt answered, his gaze lingered on you.

„l'm in.”

„Mother of. Jaskier sighed.

„What happened here?" Jaskier asked in shock as the two passed a mountain, completely burned down on one side. It was once, full of green grass and most likely many sheep.

„Dragons avoid people." Geralt murmured. „It should have left when they attacked.”

When they had reached the cave the dragon was supposed to be in, Jaskier stopped. „Uhm Geralt…" he breathed heavily. The Witcher turned to the bard and tilted his head slightly. „Wait here." he just said.

Ready to draw his sword at any time, Geralt slowly walked to the entrance of the cave. It was quiet, almost too quiet.

When he saw the dragons, even the Witcher stared for a moment.

He had expected one of the black dragons, or at least a red one. Not a green one.

The dragon laid there, one wing protectively in front of an egg. Behind the green dragon stood a black one protectively, but this one was male.

So he could hardly be the dragon queen the king wanted to get rid of. He came closer, still cautious, listening for any sounds. But when Geralt heard footsteps that could not belong to Jaskier, he drew his sword.

"Get. Away. From. Her." Geralt took a step back. He looked almost startled, surprise visible on his face.

"Hello again, Witcher." you said coldly.

"What are you doing here." It was no question, more likely a request to leave and not put yourself in danger. "Touch her, and I'll kill you." you threatened the Witcher.

The black dragon growled dangerously as you approached Geralt.

Cassius, your guard. He grew up with you in the Royal Court, back when everything was still there, nothing destroyed. He was not much older than you, and acted more like a brother than a guard most of the time.

When you heard his snort, you did not turn to him. "You can go." you said, still looking Geralt in the eyes.

Another growl. "I can handle this. Go now." He understood, this was an order. The green dragon was still lying in the same place when Cassius swept his wings and flew out of the cave through an opening in the ceiling.

"You should go., Witcher." Geralt didn't respond, instead he asked quietly in a raspy voice, "What are you?"

"Don't act like you don't know." You replied, almost a little hurt at the thought of what he would think of you.

Geralt took a step towards the dragon. And no matter what he wanted, no matter if he wanted to harm her or not, you could only see black and white at that moment. In seconds, you had a knife to his throat and were standing in front of him again. "Touch her and Jaskier will have to follow suit."

At that moment, as if you had summoned him, the bard came to the entrance of the cave. "Geralt, what is happening here? I have just seen a dra-" but he fell silent the moment he saw the Witcher with you.

Neither of you paid any attention to the bard.

Geralt turned so neatly that he had his arm around your neck and his hand took the knife from your hand.

"What on earth are you two doing here?" Jaskier stood there as if he no longer understood the world.

"Please." Geralt said softly, but that exactly was his weak spot. You ducked and twisted out of his grip, quick and swift enough to outwit the Witcher and his reactions. Quickly, you had your knife back in your hand. But instead of raising it to his throat again, you placed it at the level of his hip. Geralt looked at you, there was both astonishment and sadness in his gaze.

"Guys..." Jaskier called out to you.

You knew that Geralt would defeat you. Unless you threw him off his guard. He tilted his head, his lips opened and closed, just like he did in the tavern. And your next move was connected exactly with this thought. Geralt was still standing in front of you, he had thrown his sword on the ground when your knife had touched his throat, and there it still laid. He had no weapons except himself, which only confirmed that your idea would make him harmless for a few seconds. At least, you hoped so.

His lips had just closed again, and you didn't know if he would stop fighting or just start now.

Before he could do anything, though, you stood on your tiptoes, your dagger still at his hip. Your free hand reached for his neck and pulled him close enough to you. Then you placed your lips on his. The kiss almost captivated you yourself, and you had to concentrate to continue your plan. Geralt made a grumbling noise, surprised and completely thrown off balance. Just like you wanted. With all your strength, you broke away from him, breathing out heavily. Your lips trembled, it had indeed been a dirty trick. You looked at him apologetically and bit your lip. In the same movement, you turned to the dragon. You took a deep breath. Held it for a brief moment and then blew a protective wall of fire between the two of you and the dragon.

Your breathing became heavy and you swallowed. The fire made the golden scales on your neck glow. As you slowly turned to face Geralt, you could make out Jaskier at the entrance. You looked cautiously back and forth between the two of them. They couldn't hurt you. Their gazes, however, could.

"You're the dragon queen. The golden one." Geralt finally said it.

"The dragon queen?!" Jaskier commented in a shrill tone and shook his head disbelievingly to the right and then to the left."Damn.."

"Yes." your voice was no louder than a whisper as you looked the Witcher straight in the eyes. "But why did the king-" Jaskier started in a confused expression, but you interrupted him at the rage that boiled up inside you at the thought of the king, "King Niedamir hasn't even seen a dragon himself. He knows nothing!"

You walked out of the cave and Geralt followed you.

"No dragon has ever done anything to him. His men started the treasure hunts, they started hurting them,” your anger rose with each word, “He is just scared that he will pay for the things his men did to us." you said, one hand on your almost healed wound. "We don't start fights. But killing baby dragons, for treasure and gold?" You shook your head and tilted it slightly. "I can't let that happen."

You pursed your lips and closed your eyes for a moment, "The sheep- were just a warning. I never had the intention to do more."

Geralt had looked down on the ground while you told them everything. When you'd finished, his gaze found yours, and he exhaled.

You held out a small pouch to them, "Uhm, this is a dragon's tooth. The king won't know it's an old one." Geralt gently took the pouch from your hand, which was trembling slightly.

"Ehm, if I may-"

"It's not mine, Jaskier." you lightheartedly grinned at him.

"I'll tell the king we killed the dragon, and he'll leave you alone." Your gaze went back to Geralt, you nodded with a thankful smile.

"Can I talk to you for a moment, Geralt?" you quietly asked.

"Ohhh, I see. l'I let you two alone. If anyone needs me I'll just.." Jaskier pointed at some rocks and turned around, walking away just far enough to let you have some privacy.

You wanted to say something about the kiss, but you decided against it. It wouldn't help either of you.

„Don't give up." your gaze became serious, and Geralt looked slightly thrown off. That seemed to happen around you more often than he liked. „She is out there. And you have to find her."

Carefully you took his hand and your fingers gently brushed over it.

„Please don't give up, Geralt. You and your child of surprise... are to safe us all."

Your gaze went to your linked hands. A sad smile on your lips as you let go of it. You exhaled. "Goodbye, Geralt of Rivia."

Geralt felt frozen in place. His back still in the direction you had gone. He didn't watch you go, he couldn't.

Jaskier's eyes widened as he looked past him.

„Geralt, you might want to see this." he almost whispered.

Geralt turned around. “What is-“ he grumbled but soon became silent at the sight.

The sight of a golden dragon flying away into the distance.

Geralt exhaled and looked after you until you were only a small point on the sky and then, gone.

The song about the charming girl, the one who was strong enough to fight and win against Geralt of Rivia, spread across the countries. Jaskier made sure it did.

The song about her sweet kiss.

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[thedarkcircuswritings]

Can you do Pitaya Dragon with Dragon reader?

Pitaya Dragon only found out about your existence by accident. While on their adventure with Hollyberry, they found you, alone from all of the other dangerous dragons, probably because you didn't show yourself as much of a threat as every dragon else. While Tarte Tatin wanted to destroy you right then and there, Pitaya Dragon intervened, barely managing to convince her to allow you to join the group. There was just something about you to them that they knew they could trust you. So, you were allowed in and even placed on a hot air balloon to head to the kingdom. Sure, you had wings, but the other cookies said it would be a better experience. At this new kingdom, Pitaya Dragon stuck by you, their tail holding onto yours as they showed you around, telling you where you'd have to go for what, and what duties you'd get to uphold at the kingdom. They know you're not amused by the look on your face, and they admit that it's nothing like dragon life, but if they were suckered into it by a cookie, you would be too. To make it more exciting though, they began to fly, letting you fly by their side as you two looked down at the kingdom below, the cookies walking around with their odd daily lives looking like tiny jelly worms! Now this was much better, wasn't it? Pitaya Dragon looked over to say as much, but paused, feeling a slight blush crawl across their face. At last, you had managed to smile at all this, and seeing it made their heart flutter. ...Perhaps they'd have to give you more tours in the days to come.

#🎭shadow writing! #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run oneshot #pitaya dragon cookie #reader cookie #y/n cookie #pitaya dragon x reader #dragon!reader #dragon!y/n #pitaya dragon x dragon!reader

[v-cain]

"Christmas Morning"

A/N: merry fucking christmas *tears down calendar that says it's June* sorry to everyone who requested fics that i blatantly ignored, i have had an excruciatingly stressful year, and i feel like if i wrote said requests they wouldnt turn out the best they could be. ENJOY!!!!! (also fucking finally got around to writing erik omg yaayyyy)

Fandom: X-men

Warnings: Swearing (probably), Dogs, Brief joke about murder, Mentions of alcohol (let me know if i missed any)

Pairings: (All Platonic) Logan Howlett x gn!teen!reader, Hank McCoy x gn!teen!reader, Scott Summers x gn!teen!reader, Kurt Wagner x gn!teen!reader, Jean Grey x gn!teen!reader, Jubilation Lee x gn!teen!reader, Charles Xavier x gn!teen!reader, Erik Lenhsherr x gn!teen!reader

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It was early on Christmas morning. Scott had woken you up at 6am and dragged you down the stairs to open presents with the rest of your friends. You decided that your present to him this Christmas was not murdering him for this act of treachery (and a small painting of Scott depicted as one of Snow White's dwarves).

You curled up on the couch with your loving dog Edo, half asleep, as everyone exchanged gifts. A pile of presents and wrapping paper were slowly building up on the floor. So far, you had received a pair of fuzzy socks that Kurt had crocheted, the Twilight book series from Jean, a Snow White colouring book from Scott, and a new glitter-pen stationery set from Jubilee. Among those gifts you also had a thick leather-bound notebook from Professor McCoy, "The Art Of War" by Sun-Tzu from Erik, and a pair of novelty dice from the Professor. You weren't sure why you got that last one but you appreciated it all the same. As the group surrounding you chattered and joked, your gaze drifted towards the door. Logan had gone on a trip a few weeks ago, with the promise of being back before Christmas. So far he had yet to make an appearance, which was worrying you, but you tried to focus your thoughts back to your friends.

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As the day went on, you found yourself glancing over to the door every few minutes, hoping Logan would walk in at any minute. You were currently trying to distract yourself by playing with Edo outdoors in the garden, despite the freezing cold. It wasn't working as well as you had hoped, as your mind still wandered and worried about Logan. Plus, your hands were getting numb.

As you throw a ball for Edo to catch, you hear someone walking up behind you. You turn, and are greeted with the site of Erik Lenhsherr, who has a mixture of a kind look and a "What the fuck are you doing out here in the freezing cold on Christmas?" look on his face. You knew Erik pretty well, despite the fact he had only moved into the mansion a few months ago, and the pair of you shared many pleasant conversations (which were all almost entirely about philosophy, western literature and cat memes.) You turn back around and watch as Edo runs up to you, a happy expression adorning his features.

"Might I ask why you aren't inside with everyone else?" Erik asked, watching Edo drop the ball in front of you, before his gaze turns to you. You pick up the slimy ball and pelt it across the yard. You watch Edo sprint after it, then deciding to say "Just thought I should appreciate nature at it's finest, s'all." You hear Erik sigh, and you turn back around to face him. His smile was gone now, instead replaced by creased eyebrows and a downturned mouth.

Erik shifted his shoulders, pondering what he should say, then sighed again. "I know you miss Logan, Y/N." Your gaze turns to the frost tipped grass as Erik continues, "And I know it's hard not having him here with you on Christmas." Erik pauses before saying "But I also know that if Logan were here, he wouldn't want you outside in the freezing cold, especially not alone." He paused again, then simply said with a small bit of worry evident in his voice "Come back inside, Y/N." You watch as Edo drops the ball further away and chases a bird around. You bite your the inside of your cheek, thinking for a moment, before agreeing "Ok." Erik smiled and patted you on the shoulder. "I'll see you inside." He turned and started walking away, then called after him "And put some gloves on!" You huff a small laugh and then whistle for Edo to come over. 

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It was now the late evening. Most of the younger kids had gone off to bed a while ago, so the living had the older kids and some of the teachers inside. An old re-run of 'Home Alone' was playing on the crappy TV that looked like it was around longer than Logan. Edo was curled up beside the fireplace, a content look on his face. Jean and Scott were leaning against each other on the couch, talking quietly amongst themselves. Jubilee and Kurt had gone to bed as they both apparently wanted to keep on track with their "sleep schedule", and wouldn't stay up for just another half hour. What a bunch of losers, you thought as you pulled on the socks Kurt crocheted for you.

You walk out of the living room, wandering down the hall towarss the main entrance. As you round the corner, you see the door open and Logan step in, covered in snow and rain. Your once bored expression turns into one of pure glee as you shout "LOGAN!" before barrelling into the man. Logan lets out a small 'oof' as you hug him, you wings wrapped around him. He hugs you back and says in his usual gruff manner "Missed you too, kid." You release him from your death grip and grin up at him, bouncing on the balls of your feet. "I have a present for you!" Logan raises an eyebrow, but before he can question the gift, you grab his hand and start dragging him towards the living room. As you walk, you ask Logan about where he went, and what it was like, and did he see any cute dogs, and did he take any photographs. He tried to keep up with your rapid fire questioning- that he was somewhat used to, after over a year of knowing you- when you arrive in the living room.

As the rest of the room greet Logan and make conversation with him, you walk over to the far corner of the room where you stashed your present for him during the morning. You fished out the present from behind a few books, which was brightly wrapped in pink wrapping paper, and had a pink bow stuck on top. As you turned around (nearly knocking over a vase with your tail due to your enthusiasm) you caught Erik throwing a questioning look at the present. In return you stuck your tongue out at him, to which he rolled his eyes and turned back around to Charles. You walked back over to Logan, who was standing near the fireplace, and stood in front of him. Logan looked down at you and raised an eyebrow when he spotted the present.

You thrust the present into his hands before holding your own behind your back. You smiled, slightly nervous, and said cheerfully "Open it!". Logan carefully unwrapped it, to reveal a mug. He turned the mug around and read the print on it, and laughed heartily. You grinned and laughed a bit yourself. "I'll use it everyday." Logan said, smiling down at the mug. The mug in question read; 'May contain Whiskey, Vodka and/or Beer' You had found it in a novelty gift shop a few months prior and thought it was perfect for Logan.

As you two talked, Logan thought about how grateful he was to have a little brat like you in his life. Sure, you could be a pain in the ass- especially when he was trying to teach you Maths- but you were a sweet kid. He didn't know where he'd be without you, his reminder to keep going and stick around. Meanwhile, you thought about how your life had been tipped upside down like a glass of water when you first entered the school, and then how quickly it was refilled. Your life had become so much better as you built your new home, your new family, that you loved so dearly. You were eternally grateful for your family, and hoped it would stay this way forever- filled with hugs, dogs, jokes, happiness and cat memes. Though, as you were surrounded by your loved ones chattering away, you had the dreading sense of feeling it wouldn't.

#xmen gn!teen!reader #logan howlett x gn!teen!reader #kurt wagner x gn!teen!reader #charles xavier x gn!teen!reader #jubilation lee x gn!teen!reader #jean grey x gn!teen!reader #scott summers x gn!teen!reader #hank mccoy x gn!teen!reader #erik lenhsherr x gn!teen!reader #platonic x reader #platonic xmen x reader #platonic xmen #no romance #finally learned how to use “see more” feature #dragon!reader #dragon reader xmen #xmen #platonic #worth mentioning this was meant to be posted at christmas #and i just never wrote it... sooooo CHRISTMAS IN JUNE #christmas fic

[justrandomthoughs]

Hello, it’s me. Hey, i’m the problem it’s me.- Anyway I just wanted to say I like your thoughts on jace with a dragon reader (I have been working on something similar) And it was really good to think about.

Now think about Yan! Jace finding out that there is another hybrid who wants to claim you for his own, and jace being fucking livid. He’ll kill them if he has to but not before making you his. Fucking you immediately (getting you pregnant if you want it) giving you his clothes, and maybe even locking the guy up and fucking you in front of him. But all I can think about is jace dominating the powerful reader- He’d be pushing you down and fucking your hole at a ungodly speed and he will handcuff you. Yan! Jace is a force you shouldn’t mess with, especially his darling. 

-Hope you have a good rest of your day Hun!

DECEASED! Literally dying. I love this, my brain is on overdrive with it. Okay some things to establish/think about first. 

TW: swearing (by me—sorry), sexual themes, unhealthy relationships, death (maybe)

Yan! Jace X Dragon!Reader — Another Hybrid as Competition

What kind of cultures do hybrid dragons have? It sounds like they are extremely rare, however, surely there are records on them; how they meld with human society, basic characteristics, etc. I’m asking this because I think Jace would not only do research into that (trying to understand you better), but if he learned of another hybrid dragon and that they want to mate with you, he’d want to see what precedents for hybrid x hybrid are—’inevitable’ or up to chance? Either way it's clear that the threat this new hybrid poses to your futures is not acceptable.  

Sadly, I think they would need to be killed because they pose too much of a danger in regards to you, black v greens, and general family security (Don’t dragons always get what they want? I don’t think they are used to being denied so they might lash out). He’d probably interrogate them, or ask for Daemon's help in that regard. Also he’d probably spin the situation as a ‘national security risk’ (lol) since they could try fighting back or simply taking you by force. Who knows what damages that could bring. (While I don’t think Jace would think of you as one of the dragons on the blacks side, he might try to leverage your strength as a reason for the need to have you with the family. I could see Daemon buying it and also looking through to his true motivations, but he’s amused and also you could come in handy. Might as well kill two birds with one stone. He wonders how your offsprings will look with a smirk on his face[lol])

Jace would definitely say, “One dragon was stolen from my family—I won’t allow for another.” Aemond made it clear that unless you stake your claim before anyone else, you’ll be left with nothing but strife. He needs to make his claim known, and display it—explicitly.

Hmmmm, I need to figure out the headcanon of how Dragon! Reader and Jace meet, but I think in this scenario the relationship would be friendly if not a bit bashful. You were maybe already feeling something for him, but I’d imagine that since you are on the younger side (for dragons, might even be the same age of Jacaerys or younger [but not by much]) you don’t understand what the feeling is. You probably also haven’t had a lot of interactions with humans, certainly not to the extent that you are now—constantly crowded by people and especially by Jace. So you're clueless mentally on what is between you two but you feel a draw to him. Jacaerys is obviously fucking rapid for you. Firstly, he can hardly believe that you even exist, so that's mind blowing. Secondly, you are literally the most breathtaking sight he’s ever seen, his eyes are on you constantly—he can’t help himself. Thirdly, he just can’t get enough of your personality. You have such a way of looking at things—whether it be maturity or innocence, grace or brazenness, etc etc. Man lives by your every word every action, so if someone is trying to take that away it's on SIGHT.

Now to set up how the two of you, (or just him), found out about the other hybrid, their intentions for you, and how it ends. 

For this I might see something of a declaration by them being made (lol), I feel like a human dragon would have that bravado, like they basically are the shit. It’s not really clear/fleshed out to me as to whether they’d be stronger than dragons but they sure as hell are stronger than humans so they don’t need to worry about much. I think the other hybrid would come from Essos or Old Valyria or something, but you’d be the Westerosi hybrid (lol). So you got this other hybrid probably fucking rolling up to Dragonstone with SO MUCH DRIP, Jacaerys sweating bullets like ‘Oh fuck so thats my compitition’, you oblivious as hell as to what they want until they say some boisterous shit like how they’ve crossed the narrow sea to claim you as their rightful bride. Shit kinda goes down, Jacaerys almost punching the hybrid but you catch his arm since he would clearly be overpowered. You ask for the night to think about it, but Jace has other plans. He’d probably orchestrate the hybrid catching the two of you having sex for the first time all while you are blissed and fucked out of your mind declaring your love for him again and again. Jace came to you after the hybrids declaration that night. He confessed his feelings and how he can’t live a day of his life without you. If you were to leave him you’ll need to cut out his heart and take it with you—for that’s where it will always remain. (FML I LOVE THIS MUSH). That kinda causes your heart to fucking explode, and you realize you want him as your mate. Jacaerys would have confronted you in a predetermined area and time that which he made sure to mention to the hybrid. He probably said that you wanted to see them at a certain time to give them your answer early. But in reality it’s him fucking the fire out of you basically. Once Jacaerys notices them in the area, he makes sure to get you to say how much you love him, how he is your only mate, how you want to give him babies. All the while, he reaffirms it saying how much he loves you too—only and forever you, how he will be your only mate no matter what, how he will give you babies—and so many of them that you won’t ever not be pregnant (lol he kinda goes overboard but he’s just so fucking excited to be one with you). The following morning when you tell the hybrid your decision—Jacaerys' arm around your waist while doing so, he makes sure to comment that he hopes your opinion has been extremely clear. Jacaerys stays behind but tells you to wait for him at breakfast or something before he goes up to the hybrid saying “And I hope to make it clear what might happen if you continue your pursuit” his hand going to rest on his sword before walking away. If the hybrid does continue, I think he would kill them but I can only really imagine it happening in a super fucking intense battle with Vermax (kinda needed to level the playing field)

For the other scenario I imagine, I think the hybrid would send you letters and gifts after learning about your presence, of which Jace would have been alerted to from a Maester or something. He fucking pours over the letters and glares at the gifts. He had hoped to make his courtship with you slow, as to not scare you off but this would trigger him to go faster. He’ll be more explicit about his like for you, even more attached to your hip, gifts fucking everywhere (sometimes he makes sure to keep them with him for a while so it smells like him). Time is of the essence here. He’ll have bedded you a couple of times before he’d reply back to the hybrid pretending to be you. Luring them into Dragonstone before imprisoning them with the help of Daemon as well (thanks step dad for supporting my bad tendencies). However leading up to the expected date he gets even more possessive and obsessive (I almost feel bad for jace lol, he would be a wreck for a bit), as he is so fucking worried about you leaving him for the hybrid. He gives you a LOT of wearable stuff, things that clearly state his ‘ownership/bond’ with you like Velayron and Targaryen colors and sigils everywhere. During the week leading up to the hybrids visit he lies to you and says there is a threat to Dragonstone and you need to remain in your room until it is contained. You probably try to help out since you're a mf hybrid, but Jace reasons to you that if anything were to happen he wouldn’t be able to live on without you. Immediately when the hybrid is imprisoned he’ll have come to you (maybe bloody—his or the hybrids—but definitely fucking excited) Jace will say that the threat has been caught, and he needs to show you. He all but drags you to the hybrid prison cell, and he shows them to you with the biggest smile on his face. Jace talks about how this was the danger he worried about, he’ll bring up the letters, gifts, and the hybrid's intentions with you. He will cusp your face with his hands and kiss you, saying that now they will never be able to take you away from him. Jace gets excited, kissing you again and again while you take in this new information and a dark idea pops into his head—why doesn’t he show the hybrid how you belong to him? As Jace overwhelms you with more kisses and groping, he makes sure to angle the two of you so that everything is visible to the hybrid. Maybe a lil’ manic in how he fucks his dick into you, like it’s too much you can’t even think. He’s fucking rabid. With how much you’ve been crying from pleasure and arousal dripping from your pussy it's really a wonder how you haven’t shriveled from water loss. In your fucked out state you won’t even notice the collar he puts and locks onto your neck, however your sensitive ears picks up the clang of chains. Ya, I definitely think that Jace would have like a chained collar for you to wear for a long while (until he is finally secure again that you won’t leave him), He’ll always be holding onto the end of it, it’s like a little cute reminder that you will always belong to him and now everyone can see that too (fucking morbid mate, but hot, I give it a thumbs up)

Finally, just something that I’m thinking about now is how Jace manages to keep the reader and not get killed. Like do you love him (maybe even find his possessiveness hot and mate worthy? Or don’t even notice/realize it's not really healthy?), is he constantly putting that dick power on you and your like Jace sex obsessed? Is he placating you with gold and gifts? Are you bonded to him like an actual dragon? Can/were you able to control who you bonded with? Was it forced by him, was it random, do you like it? What are the bonding ramifications, like can you disobey him at times like actual dragons? How does it compel you to obey him? That sort of thing. Hmmmm…. It keeps me thinking…

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Love you dearie!!! Glad that you're checking up on your decrepit ol' grandma, hahaha (picture that laugh but like really haggard and old sounding, that's what I'm going for lmfao)

#Hotd #yandere hotd #jacaerys velaryon x reader #yandere jacaerys #hotd x reader #Dragon!Reader #jacaerys x reader #jacaerys velaryon #HoTd x Dragon! Reader

[silversmoke-20]

I'm very sorry if I am not answering your requests, Tumblr for some reason got rid a few of the drafts and I had to write them down all over again! So in a moment of sadness I was Playing my comfort game Spyro Reignited trilogy. Also why did Tumblr deleted my drafts? So I decided to make a demon Slayer HC with a reader who is a half-dragon half-human.

I just started to get into Demon Slayer. I'm already at the hashira meeting episode, so no spoilers of the show please!

Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke and Nezuko with a Dragon!Reader.

Tanjiro Kamado

This Boy would immediately assume you are a Demon. But that's when he notices that he can't sense you are a Demon.

You tell him that you are a dragon of legend, who has fought Many foes and has lived to tell the 'tail'....heh.

Tanjiro would be amazed at your feats and the adventures you had been on.

Tanjiro would tell His sister to stop touching you without your permission, who merely began to pat your Dragon features, such as: Tail, Horns, Facial scales and Wing's.

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Tanjiro: "Ah! Nezuko don't do that, they might not like that."

Nezuko: "Hmmm!"

Nezuko tries to make grabby hands as she was pulled away, she just wants to feel those rough yet smooth scales of your tail as you let out a literal 'Fiery' laugh.

Y/n: "Hahah! You Guys are adorable, mind if I tag along?"

Tanjiro: "That's alright, we can't bring a civilian in danger."

Nezuko: "Hmm-Hmmmm-Hmmm!"

Nezuko got out of Tanjiro's hold and immediately put her hands in your mouth to feel the sharp teeth that occupy your mouth, Which you immediately cough and gag at the sudden hand in your mouth.

Tanjiro: "Nezuko!"

Nezuko: "Hmmmm!!!!"

A little while later Nezuko was sent to her room [box] as she attempted to grab your wings without your permission.

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Out of compensation for Nezuko bizarre behaviour, The older Kamado sibling allowed you to tag along.

You proved yourself to the stories of your acts of heroism to Tanjiro when fighting demons.

You and Tanjiro are considered best buddies.

You showed tanjiro your scars that you gained from various foes.

Tanjiro would immediately get Angry when you told him that you are hiding from Dragon Slayers because of what you are.

You and Tanjiro make a good team... you're both still confused with Nezuko's behaviour and curiosity of your existence.

Zenitsu Agatsuma

When Tanjiro and you met this boy, you had a look of disgust at how he was begging a girl to marry him.

He screamed at the very sight of you.

Look at those Teeth! That tail! Those sharp horns! And those Claws. HE'S GOING TO DIE!

He then calmed down when you didn't attack him and just continued to look at him with disgust. DON'T LOOK AT HIM LIKE THAT, STOP IT!

You begrudgingly agreed to let Zenitsu tag along when Tanjiro asked you.

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Zenitsu: "Please stop looking at me like that!"

Y/n: "ಠ_ʖಠ"

Zenitsu: "Tell him to stop judging me!"

Tanjiro: "ಠ,_｣ಠ"

Zenitsu: "AAAAAAAHHHHH-"

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When Zenitsu becomes part of the group, you have taken the job of flarking around with him.

Showing him your sharp teeth, when you tore the cooked meat as he swallowed his saliva as he grabbed his neck.

When Nezuko got out of her box, she immediately began to chase you to grab your Tail.

He chased you and Nezuko...mostly Nezuko....mostly you as well for hiding a beautiful girl because tanjiro asked you to.

Inosuke Hashibira

He wanted to throw hands with you the moment he saw you.

When you denied him that request, he decided to display his "Strength" by somehow suplexing himself into the ground.

What.The.Fuck

Will you fight him now? Nope! Coward!

Inosuke basically reminded you of a Crazy Earth Dragon back home.

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Inosuke: "Fight me you nerd-ass-Gecko!"

Y/n: "at least speak to me in a respectful manner."

Inosuke: "thoust thou wish to duel my good bitch?"

Y/n: "somehow that's much more worse than before."

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He's basically always trying to fight you.

You haven't realised it yet, but he's been beating up any Dragon Slayers without your knowledge of them somehow founding you.

It's because you told Zenitsu and Inosuke about you being hunted down by dragon slayer's for sports.

Inosuke basically took it upon himself to kick the sh!ts out of Dragon Slayers.

Nezuko Kamado

First off, she didn't mean to touch your dragon features.

It's just you are a literal Dragon and she just wants to see what your scales feel like.

When she was Human, she always loved hearing the stories about Dragon's and what they can do.

Nezuko practically sees you as her best friend.

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Nezuko: "Hmmm!"

Nezuko looks out of her box to see everyone asleep.

Nezuko: "Hmm!"

Nezuko would 'Whoop' in her own way as she made her way towards your sleeping form.

She then practically started headpatting your soft but unruly hair as you let out hum of comfort as Nezuko smiled at how she wouldn't get caught by her brot-

Tanjiro: "Nezuko....Box....Now."

Nevermind it's back to the box as her brother stared at her with that "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed" look.

Tanjiro: "you can touch their hair when you have permission."

But Nezuko wants to braid your hair and she can't do that in the day cause you like to be in the sun!

Maybe she'll have to be even more sneakier.

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Nezuko would probably kick any dragon Slayers flying if her friend is being hunted down by them.

Nezuko would practically enjoy listening to your Stories of your adventures.

When Nezuko becomes Human again, she's going to braid your Messy Hair.

I just see Nezuko as a hair braider ok!

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #Dragon!reader #tanjiro x reader #nezuko x reader #zenitus x reader #inosuke x reader #tanjiro #nezuko #zenitsu #inosuke

[light-yagamis-gender]

Swipe: Light Yagami x wyvern!reader

TW for mentions of minor character death

You were halfway home when you saw him. Halfway home to your comfy nest on the tallest peak your sharp eyes could find. This better be worth it- he better be worth it.

You were pretty sure this human was a male, most likely. The arbitrary concept of 'gender' was not something easily grasped by dragon minds, full as they were of much more pressing matters. Matters like treasure!

And hunting... humans were a treat.

Chances were this one was male, as you more often found humanmen trying their best (poor things) to slay you than humanwomen.

So, he, he was trying to sneak across the run-down parking lot. Burned to the ground, of course. You'd had kind of a bad day.

With one flap of your leathery wings, you soared closer. You could make out details: decently tall, pale brown hair, neatly styled.

And the smell...

His smell was intoxicating, the undeniable, unmistakable reek of magic. Dark magic (you would later find this out to be ironic.)

Emanating from his... trousers?

How odd. Well, this might just be fun enough to justify a slightly later dinner...

For funsies, solely for giggles, you let your wings be less than silent in their flapping. He froze, preferably with fear, and couldn't resist looking up.

The look of blind terror on his pale little face was the most hilarious thing you'd seen in a long, long, long time.

With a screech, you landed, great head snaking forward. You could easily look down upon him, but it was more condescending to lower yourself to his level.

He'd hate not being taken seriously - you could smell a level of arrogance never seen in a non-dragon.

Interesting... very interesting. Shame he wasn't a dragon, he'd make a fine prospective mate. And it wasn't just that luscious smell of magic emanating from his hindquarters- but now you could smell it wasn't them exactly, more something shoved right next to them.

A... amulet? No, a tablet. No, a tome... a tome of the yummiest magic of all, death magic!

You sniffed... the fear-smell was fading. It was slowly-but-surely being replaced by the distinctive of smell of small things who thought they were big things.

In other words, confidence.

Normally you hated it, the indignity of not being as feared as you deserved. But with him, you didn't really mind.

He was just so cute! For a human, and as humans were one of the cutest things out there, that said a lot.

The humanwomen must love you, cutiepie, you thought with a smile. The ones into men, at the very least.

His eyes met yours - they were a lovely shade of brown. They lacked the pleasant warmth of humans, instead having a much more familiar stone-cold. Eh, that was hotter anyway.

"Rrrrrrrr? Rrrrrrrllllllsssss."

You could see the change in his face when he realized that talking might be an option.

"Uh... hello, dragon-san. You look... well. I deeply apologize if I'm trespassing..."

Blink, blink. Some leaking smoke for emphasis.

"Not that it's not a pleasure to meet you!" Clearly, not someone accustomed to fear. He was starting to get mad that he was scared at all. Most likely very high-standing in the humandens.

"Oh, where are my manners? My name is Yagami. Light Yagami."

Light... a nice name. Pretentious, but nice. 'Yagami' probably meant something lofty in humanspeak too.

"What brings you here? I happen to be looking for something I've lost. You wouldn't have happened to have seen it in your travels, would you?"

You were offered a gleaming smile. Smooth, Yagami Light Yagami, smooth.

"Sssss...." You licked your chops.

He stumbled backward, panic flashing across his pretty face. He tripped and almost fell. Your expert snout caught a whiff of magic - shame, you'd almost forgotten why you were here in the first place!

Book. Yummy. Book on little humanboy...

Well, there was only one thing to do.

You leaned forward, balancing yourself with one wing, and with the other slashed through his belt. With almost comical grace, his khaki trousers fell to nest around his ankles, revealing some silky red shorts. Judging from his indignant scream, they were never meant to be seen by dragon or human eyes.

And peeking out from the waistband of the shorts... was your prize.

Your wingclaws, sadly, were not nearly dexterous enough to pluck it out. But, were you to take him back to your nest in the clouds...

Maybe an arrangement could be made.

#light yagami x reader #death note x reader #death note #light yagami #dragon!reader #monster!reader #inhuman!reader #fantasy

[demigoddessqueens]

Dragon s/o part 2! How a relationship would be like between alucard and s/o. She can turn into a human form or a dragon humanoid form and is bigger than Alucard. (Imagine the hugs....) thank you😀

Awwww!!! I love that you want a part 2 anon!!

I can easily imagine y/n bring a dragon born type so there’s three forms they take: human, half human-half dragon, and full dragon

Half and half form is what catches Alucard’s eye the most because your eyes are so hypnotic, you have your markings/tattoos, sometimes your horns curve around your hair

He’s staring so much he doesn’t even realize it until you tease him

“Seems like Trevor’s right. I have a thing for damsels”

“Oh my god, please don’t turn into Belmont”

Pls pick him up into a big, tight hug because he likes being held

And the best part he adores the most?? Sometimes you hum while hugging and it comes out as like a purr and your voice/laugh makes him hang onto every word (I’m thinking y/n’s voice sounds a bit like Ammit from Moon Knight)

#castlevania #inbox request #headcanons #alucard fahrenheit tepes #alucard adrian tepes #alucard castlevania x reader #castlevania x reader #adrian tepes x reader #adrian tepes #alucard x reader #alucard x oc #alucard x y/n #alucard x you #dragon!reader #dragon born

[writer-ann-artist]

Aemond Targaryen x Dragon!Reader

Inspired by @aemondsprincesss

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Headcanons I see in the series

These are not canonical ideas, just some thoughts I've had about the series. These are just some things I personally see Dragon!Reader doing.

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Dragon!Reader and Heleana

Dragon!Reader and Heleana playing in the gardens together, usually leading to you being pulled away from the flower beds. (Dragon!Reader blames the tasty animals for hiding there)

Dragon!Reader always taking apart ever flower, peice by piece, that Heleana gives them. Dragon!Reader does not understand why Heleana likes the flowers so much but they enjoy playing the piles of petals with her. (Aemond enjoys watching the two play together)

Dragon!Reader and Heleana spending the night with each other for the first (and last) time, the peaceful time they spent together was fleeting. Aemond did not need to be told something was wrong, he merely felt it (along with the rumbling of Vagnar's growls). Upon entering the room he noticed the mess Dragon!Reader had made (looking closer he saw it was only Aegon's things), and Alicent holding her head in her hands and Heleana holding her children's toys.

Dragon!Reader and Heleana being able to have supervised sleep overs

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Aemond Struggling

Aemond struggling to teach Dragon!Reader why they need to wear and keep clothes on their body

Aemond struggling to teach Dragon!Reader what they can and can not eat (I don't think they will ever understand why they can't eat live animals)

Aemond struggling to teach Dragon!Reader why they can not eat/burn Aegon alive (they have their reasons for wanting to, don't question it)

Aemond struggling to teach Dragon!Reader about art, he wants to be able to properly document them into history as his gift from the gods (totally not self-indulgent on his part, its for history)

Aemond successfully teaching Dragon!Reader High Valareyan, but reader also learning how to curse people (mainly Aegon)

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Dragon!Reader not liking Aegon

Don't talk about Aegon to Dragon!Reader, they will light something/anything on fire (momma Vagnar is a proud momma)

Aegon's things are frequently burned or just missing (when he asks about said items no one can help him)

Alicent once watched Dragon!Reader run through the hall with Aegon's favorite fur blanket only to never see it again

Aemond finally finding a species of bird Dragon!Reader will not eat and gifting said bird to Heleana, Dragon!Reader being very firm that Aegon was not allowed near the bird it was Helean's only (Dragon!Reader trying to guard bird through the night)

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#aemond targaryen #heleana targaryen #aegon targaryen #aegon ii #dragon!reader #please see @aemondsprincesss for original dragon!reader posts #🖤🔪🐈‍⬛shyanns

[zazter-den]

Stained Glass Circumstances

Series: Snippet 1, Current, Ch. 1 Foul-Mouthed Frit,

Synopsis- Captain Kirishima tries to focus on duty among the dogwoods of the onsen. Easier said than done.

Warnings- Servant Dynamics, Concubine Dynamics, Suggestive Themes, Hot Spring Setting.

Tags- Less explicit prologue, No Sex, Fantasy AU, Dragon!Kirishima, GuardCapt!Kiri,KingConsort!Reader, Black Haired Reader.

Word Count- 800 Prologue II

As Captain Kirishima traversed the dimly lit hallways, he couldn't help but catch whispers and curious glances from the castle servants and guests. The news of King Bakugou's latest acquisition—the very person he now cradled in his arms—was spreading like wildfire throughout the castle grounds.

The eyes of the castle staff, those less accustomed to the extremes of the king at least, lingered on the pair as they passed. Some glanced with genuine curiosity, while others showed a mix of respect and envy towards the Captain of the Guard. Yet, Kirishima's focus remained solely on the task at hand, one he cherished: ensuring your well-being after your night with the unconventional ruler.

Leaving the confines of the castle, he stepped into the castle courtyard, embraced by the stillness of the night. Above him, the starry sky spread like a sparkling blanket, the moon illuminating his path. The sweet scent of blooming dogwoods filled the air, their delicate petals scattered across the ground like silken confetti.

In the tranquil beauty of the gardens, still groggy from the earlier encounter with King Bakugou, you stirred in Kirishima's arms. The sound of a voice, drowsy and sweet, reached his ears as you expressed your appreciation for his assistance. He chuckled, the sound a pleasant rumble you could feel, and a warm smile graced his lips.

"It's my honor." Captain Kirishima replied, his deep voice laden with a tenderness only reserved for those closest to his heart. "Rest assured, you're in good hands." Barely restrained adoration for you lighting up his scarlet eyes.

Approaching the entrance of the hot spring cavern, you marveled at the sight before them same as every night, the Captain never failed to find your awe endearing. The cave was carved from a giant geode, its walls sparkling with an array of crystals that shimmered in the moonlight. Smooth pools held healing mineral water bubbled up through the tiny cracks and fissures below, warm water surrounded by the gentle embrace of towering dogwoods within the geode walls. Their delicate blooms added a touch of softness to the surroundings, the ombre petals floating upon the water's surface.

The most captivating feature of the structure was the giant hole in the ceiling—nature's own skylight. It allowed the moon's luminous rays to stream in, casting a ethereal glow on the warm pools. The combination of moonlight and crystal created a dreamlike ambiance, enchanting anyone who set foot in the cave.

Every night the sight would take your breath away. And every night Captain Kirishima would lose his in response.

He carefully set you down at the edge of your favored pool, turning away to offer privacy as you unwrapped the crimson Captain's cloak enveloping your tired body. It was a reminder of the boundaries that existed between them—the duty that he held to both his king and his own code. A boundary that Captain Kirishima knew he was beginning to toe.

With the warmth of the onsen air embracing them, you slowly entered the healing water, the delicate dogwood petals floating on the surface shifting as you made your way further in.

Turning back to face the water, to face you, Kirishima's heart ached as much as his sore body. His mind fully aware of the consequences that awaited him if he were discovered lingering.

But still, his gaze stayed on you, captivated by the sight of you wading closer to the ethereal glow of moonlight, surrounded by the enchanting ambiance of the cave. As you settled into the middle of the healing waters, Kirishima knelt by the pool's edge. Nights like these stirred a tender and treachorous longing within his heart. Despite his position as a loyal servant to the king, his feelings for you undoubtedly went beyond mere duty.

Gently, Kirishima reached down, trailing his bruised hand along the smooth surface of the water, ancient minerals slowly began to knit the laceration from this afternoon, causing ripples to dance across the pool's surface. The reflections of the stars and dark sky above seemed to come alive in the swirling water, mirroring the turbulent emotions within the captain's own heart.

He shouldn't be this close.

Kirishima reluctantly forced himself to stand. Pivoting on the balls of his feet, facing away from the pool, a quiet sigh escaped his lips. He knew he shouldn't have developed these feelings for one of the concubines of Bakugou, the barbaric royal he swore to serve. But the heart, the soul, has a way of weaving its own tapestry, ignoring the boundaries set by duty and loyalties.

The impacts from King Bakugou's winning blow during their sparring match still rattled his body, adding an additional injury to insult this time around. Residual pain etched on his face as he began to walk away from the steamy waters, towards the cavern exit.

"Wait, Captain…!" your voice reached out to him from behind, words soft and filled with a gentle insistence. "You…should join me."

Taglist: @themythicaldisaster

Wishing nonnie and you all the sweetest of dreams ❛ ֊ ❛

Comment/tag for what you might like to see of this series!

#reader just casually giving Kirishima a heart attack *chef kiss* #zaz drabbles #minors dni #Dividers by the hard working @CafeKitsune #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima x reader #dragon kirishima #dragon!kirishima #bnha fantasy au #mha fantasy au #dragon reader #dragon!reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #stained glass circumstances series

[motorcyclebucket]

Hello, how are you doing?? I have a request if you don't mind!

Could you write a oneshot with Engineer mark x reader in which reader has dragon features (like wings, horns, tail, and forked tongue). And, like, the reader is able to hide their features well and no one suspects anything until they either yawn, or are laughing, and they don't cover their mouth. Or something like that, like mark sees their forked tongue. Maybe a touch of angst where the reader thinks he'd be disgusted if they told him, but it ends up fluffy and maybe they confess to each other??

Sorry if this is weird, you can skip if you want! Hope you have a good day/night :3

Ofc anon! Thank you for the request!

Words: 753

Warnings: Light angst, Fluff towards the end

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Ever since you stepped foot on the invincible, You kept your secret hidden fairly well.You hid your horns with your hat, your wings and tail hidden by a slightly baggy uniform and a long coat, covering your mouth when you laughed or yawned. Everything was going well. Nobody had found out.

That was, until he had found out.

All it had taken was one slip up, and an almost sleepless night causing you to be very tired the next day (or was it night? You could never really tell). You stood in front of the coffee machine in the medium sized breakroom made for the crew. Mark had walked up behind you, setting a hand on your shoulder. 

“Hey Cap, sleep well?” he asked while you rubbed your eyes. “Barely. Couldn't get comfortable, y’know?” you responded, yawning. In your tired daze you hadn't even realized you’d done it. It was only a few moments of the usually talkative Head engineer not responding did you come to your senses. You hadn't covered your mouth when you had yawned, revealing your sharper than normal teeth and forked tongue.

‘Shit.’

You looked over, Mark’s eyes wide as you looked at him. Questions filled your head as you scanned his face. Was he scared of you now? Did he hate you? You didn't know what to do. So you did the only thing you could do.

You ran away.

That's how you found yourself locked in one of the many supply closets of the ship, knees pulled up to your chest as you cried. Would he tell anybody? Has he already told anybody? You couldn't help the way you were born, a dragon hybrid, and you couldn't help the way you felt either, your anxieties of being outcasted for being different. It made your head hurt.

“Captain?”

Looking towards the door, you sniffled. Why had he followed you? Was there anyone with him?

‘No.’

He sounded concerned. Why would he be concerned about a beast like you? You heard knocking on the metal door, Mark speaking again. “Cap? It's Mark. Listen, I just want to talk. Are you ok?” You stood from your place on the floor, pressing the hand scanner on the side of the door. It slid open with a hiss, revealing a worried mark standing in the empty hallway. 

You grabbed him by his sleeve, pulling him into the room before the door closed again, leaving the two of you in the dimly lit room. “Cap, are you ok? You just ran out of the breakroom, I was worried.” You sat back down on the ground, pulling your legs back up to your chest wishing you could just disappear. “Why would you be worried about me? I'm a monster-”

“(Y/n), who told you that? You're the most (Handsome/Beautiful) person I've ever met!” he said, sitting next to you, laying his arm over your shoulders. “I was a little shocked, sure, but youre amazing. I've never met someone like you. You're unique in your own ways, that's why I love you.”

Loved you? How could he…? Your chest wracked with a sob as you leaned into him, him letting you cry. After a few minutes, you pulled back, beginning to stand, Mark following suit. You breathed out shakily, Beginning to take off the coat you always wore revealing a scaly tail with small spikes trailing down. Unbuttoning the top of your uniform, you shrugged the baggy material off, revealing not only a black tank top, but decently sized wings that sat outside of cuts made in the back of the tank top.

Mark looked on in awe, a smile coming to his face as you removed your hat, looking to the side. “I- I just thought you would want to see what I really looked like. I was scared to tell anyone-”

“You're gorgeous.”

You looked back up, a heat coming to your face as you stared back at him, eyes widening slightly. He stepped towards you, cupping the side of your face gently. 

“You're the most amazing person i've ever met,”

After a few moments of looking at each other, admiring different aspects of the other's face, He spoke up, barely reaching a whisper. “May I?”

You nodded, him leaning and kissing you, Rubbing his thumb over your cheek as the two of you kissed in bliss.

Even if it was only for a moment, you felt like everything would be ok, because someone knew, and you no longer felt alone.

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hope this was alright!

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[melodramatic-writing]

Light Yagami x dragon!reader

ohhh this idea is cool!! i’m not sure if you meant this as a type of fantasy au, so i’ll be going with a canon-adjacent universe, where dragons can switch between a humaid form and a typical dragon form! i hope that’s okay ^-^

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Light never planned to get into a relationship. He as always had a lot of work to do for school, so he was already get busy enough like that. But then he had to spend time being Kira and on the Kira investigation… He was always sure that he did not have the time for a relationship anyway.

Eventually however, he met someone. It sounds cliche, but as soon as he laid his eyes upon that special person, he felt his heart skip a beat. You looked enchanting, out of this world, really.

He wasn’t sure why exactly, but he couldn’t take his eyes off you, and if he didn’t see you, he thought of you.

On the one hand, the feelings he felt about you made him happy, they made him flustered sure, but he enjoyed the feeling too. On the other hand though, he felt conflicted.

Would it be smart to get into a relationship in his position?

If L were to ever prove that he’s Kira, it could put you in danger, and he definitely didn’t want that. Not just because of his feelings for you, but also because to him, you’re an innocent, ordinary civilian — someone who doesn’t have anything to do with the Kira case directly, and who also doesn’t have anything to do with the supernatural, like Death Notes and Shinigami.

Light didn’t want you to give up your normal life. He didn’t want to drag you out of your safe, uninvolved position. But he wasn’t perfect, even if he himself wouldn’t ever admit that, so he didn’t manage to entirely suppress his feelings for you.

Now, what he didn’t know - and couldn’t have known - is that you’re a dragon. You’ve never shown yourself to him in anything other than your human form, so he has no idea. His Shinigami, Ryuk, has probably figured it out, but he didn’t give it away, probably because he felt like it’d be funnier if Light found out on his own.

The thing with dragons in this world is that they can sense many things, more than a normal human being. One of these things they notice much easier is nothing less than feelings. You knew about Light’s feelings, and you’ve known for a while.

And well… You felt the same way. Sure, you were also aware of the fact that he had complicated feelings, and for a reason you actually didn’t know, he didn’t want to pursue you, so you decided to be the one to confess. And when you did, he couldn’t say no…

He still hadn’t been sure if that was the right decision, but in that moment, when you’d stood before him and poured your heart out, he couldn’t say no. He couldn’t. And if he was honest, he didn’t want to either.

The two of you had gotten together. You were happy, and he was too.

One day however, he sat you down and said you two needed to talk, and that it’s urgent.

His intentions were to tell you about him being Kira. He wanted you to know.

You however assumed that he had somehow found out or gotten suspicious about you being a dragon, so you did what immediately came to mind.

“Don’t tell anyone please!” You’d said, a bit faster and a bit louder than intended.

Light froze for a moment. He blinked. “What?”

“I- Isn’t that what you wanted to talk about?”

“What do you mean?” Light was rarely, if ever, confused - Usually, he could see right through the people around him. He’d assumed that was the same with you, but that bubble just burst, and now he was incredibly lost. The conversation went in an entirely different direction than he’d ever planned.

“Oh… you didn’t know? Well, I guess there’s no point in hiding it now, either way,” you said. “Do you want me to show you?”

He nodded.

“Perfect!” You clapped your hands, and for a moment, Light’s bedroom, the room you two were in, was drowned in a bright warm light. As soon as the glowing around you vanished again, Light couldn’t believe his eyes, you looked completely different.

He admired your beauty in this state just as much as in your human form. He was amazed by your wings, the way your skin texture changed, the claws that replaced your fingernails, everything about your dragon form amazed him. He, like when you first met, couldn’t take his eyes off you.

Finally, he understood what made you seem so magical.

“So, I’m a dragon. That’s my secret. What is it that you wanted to tell me?”

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[blueparadis]

when you sit on his lap, legs spread apart from each other, folded and glued along his thighs your dragon!boyfriend knows that it is time for some "instinct inspection" or as you like to put it but he knows that it will eventually end up being much more than that; it always does: either end up him getting hard when you are done or you hurt yourself spilling blood in drops. tsk, what a waste!

but today, it is going to be more than that. . .

"Say ahh," you would order, just like other days, before grazing your index finger against his fangs. At first, it does not grow, you just feel the sharp edge of his fangs on your supple skin. what a tease you are! It grows when you pull away your hand and adjust on his lap for a better grip and angle.

"Bad manners," you would say whenever you spot him letting go of his human form. he even remembers hearing that when he lowly growling in front of strangers who were following you the other night but at times like these, when the whole world is busy, when no one is looking at you two—he can let go of it; that carefully crafted camouflaged self to fool your kind and let his dormant side take over.

"It is just a bite," he would say after sucking your blood from your wrist as he held your arm by the wrist. But it is kind of frustrating, don't you think? how you are sitting on his lap, checking if he has hunted any animals or eaten your kind or not. And when you see he has been such a good boy, slowly learning to control his habits and instincts, don't you think it's a little unfair when you don't reward him? He licks the trickling blood along your hand from up your elbow to your wrist; you can see two dots, fairly distanced and round but somehow it does not hurt.

To think that you would teach him about 'control' and 'instinct', what a naive human being you are.

Even though you are still sitting on his lap, one of his hands holding yours from where he freshly sucked your sweet blood and your other hand is holding his yet you feel something tightening around your belly. You do not stop him as his tail wraps around your body, his eyes slowly getting to glow, his skin changing, shining but before he changes completely you kiss him, kiss him with full might as if you will do the moment your lips part from his.

And when you pull away, he just takes deep breaths and says, "One more time," gulping he adds, "Please," now how could you turn that down even though he has been quite rebellious.

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