#dragon shifter

[fiendishfables]

Hello! Can I plz request Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) x reader where he meets the reader and is attracted to her but after he sees her transform into a beautiful Light Fury dragon (How To Train Your Dragon) he's like: they have to be mine.

pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Female! Lightfury Shifter! Reader

summary: ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴇxᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴀʏ; ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇʙᴜɪʟᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇꜱ ꜱᴜꜰꜰᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ɢᴏᴏɴꜱ, ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ. ʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴍᴀɢɴɪꜰɪᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ…

warnings: cursing, slight angst, fluff, Lucifer + reader are secretly in love and are complete dorks about it

words: 6k+

a/n: I saw this request and immediately got to work; I love HTTYD, so I hope you enjoy its inclusion in this fanfic. I was thinking about adding 1-2 more parts to this; just let me know in the replies if you guys even want a second part to this; wanna give y'all what you want. Thanks again, anon, for requesting this! ^_____^

A Dragon's Vow

(Part 1?)

Lucifer had been standing in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, speaking with his daughter, Charlie, when he first met you. He had come by the morning after extermination to check on her, as well as the other residents of her hotel (for whom he didn't particularly care for, in all honesty; especially not that Alastor fellow).

They had been speaking about renovations to the hotel after the events that took place prior and during the extermination. The hotel had suffered many damages to both its interior and exterior; damages that normally would take one a while to fix if they weren't in Hell. He promised Charlie his help with fixing whatever needed fixing.

And that's when he first saw you.

Everyone was gathered in the hotel lobby, residents and all. His eyes had begun scanning around all the potential bodies that would be helping with the reconstruction of his daughter's life-long dream of a project, when he had spotted a head of pure white hair in the group's mass. He squinted his eyes, as he couldn't remember seeing such a color that stood out as much as it did, but when he saw your face it was all over for him.

You were absolutely stunning.

Your hair had to have been a result of your transformation into the afterlife. He had never known any being to have such a pure color for hair while still being alive. At least, not naturally.

Your body, from what he could see, appeared to be dusted with white glitter markings, highlighting your already beautiful skin. The light coming through the broken windows of the hotel seemed to gravitate towards your figure, as if sensing the need to accentuate how unique your presence actually was.

In Lucifer's mind, it was almost like looking straight at an angel.

Only was he shaken from his thoughts when he finally noticed the pair of snapping fingers that had been in-front of his face for who knows how long. They belonged to his daughter.

"Dad!" Charlie exclaimed, continuing the snap of her fingers in-front of his eyes until he finally gathered his bearings with a blink, turning to look at her.

"Huh- oh, did you need something dear?" He asked, blinking his eyes slowly, like a toad who'd been sitting on a log all day without interaction. Charlie gave a sigh and put her hands together as she then tried again to reach her father with words.

"I said," She began, a smile creeping its way up onto her face, "Dad, I would like you to meet our newest resident to the Hotel! Her name is Y/N! And, Y/N, this is my dad, Lucifer!"

Then, "I just wanted to introduce you both since we will all be spending lots of time together, trying to rebuild the hotel! I want everyone to get along!"

It was just then that he had realized that you were now also standing in-front of him, alongside his daughter. Your beautifully colored eyes were pinning him under their gaze. Your sparkling skin looked even more enticing up close. It really made him wonder what sort of hybrid you must've been to be able to adorn such a naturally beautiful look. Your eyes had looked at Charlie with such a softness, before turning their now piercing daggers onto him.

Wait...did his daughter say...Y/N?

That had to be a coincidence, he was sure. Such a familiar name, it was just making him think of those he used to know.

Yet, the leap of his heart in his ribcage didn't fail to go unnoticed.

He wasn't given much time to delve deeper into his confused thoughts, because he was already being pushed slightly closer towards you, as a means to encourage him to introduce himself instead of just standing there like an oaf, he assumed was Charlie's idea behind it all.

A goofy grin overtook his face as he took a step forward on his own accord, without any help from his daughter. He was going to nail this 'introduction'. Or so he thought.

As he began the simple motion of extending his arm for a polite handshake, he was surprised to see that, once he re-opened his eyes after a blink, you were no longer standing in-front of him.

Rather, in your place now stood a white, glittery colored dragon, lips pulled back in a snarl, baring your teeth, snout wrinkling with the motion.

Lucifer hardly had any time to react, let alone back up, before you let out an earth-rumbling roar; the sound caused him to instinctively reach a hand up to steady his top hat atop his head, to make sure it wasn't blown off by the force of your bellowing sound. He shut his eyes against the harsh gust of wind that suddenly swept past his face following the noise; the complaints and confused murmurs of the other hotel residents were barely audible as he was the one experiencing this head-on. More to the face than head, but same thing for him.

Once the whirlwind of noise had stopped, he opened his eyes just in time to see you turn tail and flee, going up the main stairs and off to one side of the staircase, disappearing deeper into the hotel. No one went after you. He supposed from that reaction he got just from trying to shake your hand, that was what you most preferred.

In that moment, he realized that Charlie was once again trying to tell him something, but his eyes were still trained on the last spot you'd been.

"Heh...sorry, Dad." Charlie said, rubbing the back of her neck with her big, awkward smile that he knew so well; she got it from him. "I-I forgot to mention that she's still a bit skittish. She was pretty banged up when we first found her during extermination. I've noticed that she doesn't seem to want to be touched or even remotely looked at for too long, for that matter. I shouldn't have pushed her or you, I'm so sor-"

"Charlie, it's fine." Lucifer assured, finally turning his body towards his daughter as they talked, leaning on his cane nonchalantly. "New sinners always need time to warm up to things down here! I can...always say 'hi' later." He assured, giving her a big grin of his own.

His eyes found themselves instinctually looking back over at the stairs and railing, then down the dark hallway where you had disappeared deeper into the hotel. A soft glimmer lit his eyes.

So it was true. He had thought you looked a little familiar...maybe a bit too familiar when he first laid eyes on you. The white hair might have been what threw him off to start, but there was no mistaking it now. The Lightfury form was a dead giveaway for anyone who knew you personally.

It was you.

Y/N. His acquaintance; the person who had tried to help him rebel against God, prior to his falling. Always he had wondered what had happened to you, being his helper in his schemes, after he fell. What had God done to you? Were you punished as well? He had never known and still didn't, for that matter.

At the time he had hoped, even though it was selfish to wish and he knew it, that you too, would be cast from the clouds and bound to join him in the afterlife down in the various cities of Hell.

What he had gathered from your sudden appearance here, at his daughter's Hotel, told him that you were most likely still living in Heaven, and probably against your will. Whether you were still an angel or not, he didn't know.

All he knew was that you weren't where you were supposed to be.

But he was determined to find out why you were here, and how on Earth you were still managing to be as beautiful as the last day he laid eyes on you.

Whilst everyone else was out helping with fixing hotel damages, Lucifer had snuck back into the hotel; he was searching for you, to put it plainly. You had caught his interest earlier, and he just wanted to apologize to you for being so forward and making you uncomfortable enough to scurry away like you had. He was also terrified that he had already made a horrible impression on such a beautiful woman, which whom used to work right alongside him back when they both spent their days in Heaven. He had lost you once; he couldn't afford for that to happen again, especially not when he could help it.

He practically skipped up the stairs two at a time to the second floor of the hotel, as that was where he had watched you disappear an hour or so ago. He assumed that meant your room was somewhere nearby.

It surely didn't take him too long to find your room. The side of the door exposed to the hallway had some unique-looking, luminescent vines hanging down from the top of it; some tiny glowing crystal shards were embedded into the wood of the doorframe.

Lucifer stood outside that door for a good five minutes. He swallowed many times, as if trying to physically push the nerves back into his body.

What was he supposed to say? What should he do? How should he act? Would you even let him near you? Did you remember him at all? Did you...hate him?

He remembered receiving some pretty angry sounding letters from you when he fell from Heaven. Claiming to him about how the angels, as your side of the punishment, had started using you for tests to try and better understand your hybrid anatomy; forcing you into executing angels who refused to follow the rules with your plasma blasts. He had then sent a letter back, asking why they didn't cast you out like they did him. You told him it was because the angels deemed you 'too valuable' to just be thrown down into 'that wasteland', as they put it.

Lucifer shook his head. He was still stalling. You were just on the other side of this door, someone who he used to call his partner in crime; his friend. He sighed, straightened his outfit whilst taking a deep breath, then knocked a total of three times.

He waited patiently, tapping his foot outside the door silently, mentally willing for you to open the door and possibly (hopefully) greet him with open arms.

But like all the other things pertaining to your complicated relationship status, he knew that was amongst the many things that was very unlikely.

He raised his fist to knock again but there was no need. The door opened a crack. He stiffened in surprise, moving his head to peer into the small crack the sudden opening provided. A soft glow could be seen within the room but besides that, the interior was shrouded in darkness. Although you yourself had not physically come to the door to let him in, he took this as an invitation rather than a deterrent. Stepping inside, wincing at the small creak of the door on its hinges, he shut it behind him without so much as a sound.

Lucifer looked around, taking in the interior design of your room. The half shrouded in blacks and greys looked like any of the other hotel rooms. It held a fancy, well-kept king sized bed; a nicely crafted wooden desk with a chair, a small carpet under it additionally to avoid scratching the floors; a large dresser; a decent sized standing mirror beside the bed; a small nightstand on either side of said bed.

The other half of your room was a totally different story completely.

And he had to admit, it was pretty amazing.

The second half was an expanse of forest-like figures. It held high rocks that seemed to stretch to the endless ceiling of the room, while the original half of your room had a short-stopped ceiling just high enough for five-star comfort. Said rocks held many various colored crystals on them, each which glowed a slightly different color than its neighbor, each bearing that welcoming yet cautioning signal to any beholder.

The wooden floor gave way to a grassy texture; the grass was glowing lightly, looking more like an expansive patch of algae rather than everyday grass. He could tell it was most likely very soft though, as it swayed lightly, subtly, as if a draft were coming through from somewhere not visible to the naked eye. There was even a little pond in the distance he could see!

As he thought to himself more and more, he realized that he did know what this stuff was. Landscape one would see in The Hidden World. In your Heaven days, the both of you would sit around for hours and swap stories with one another, going all the way back to the times when you were alive and what life was like for you. You always spoke to him about The Hidden World; the homeland and birthplace of all the dragons of your kind. From what you had told him about it, he had deemed it pretty amazing in his mind. He remembered you speaking about the glowing necessities, the luminescent markings on dragons, the crystals you sometimes liked to collect, and the overall peaceful atmosphere. He was able to get a general image in his mind of all the things pertaining to the homeland that you mentioned; looking at this area of your room now, he told himself it was probably safe to assume that this whole area was a resemblance of where you come from. He felt as if he could almost puff his chest out in pride for remembering something so important to you. Of course, he had to stay humble now if he wanted any chance of getting you to talk with him once again; maybe not like old times, but a greeting would be nice, surely.

You had said that The Hidden World was truly a place that you felt peace for the first time in your life whilst you were alive. Then you had proceeded to tell him after that, that he now provided that same feeling for you. That sense of safety. Security. Belonging.

As he made his way across the normal part of the room to get to the additional beauty, that's when he noticed you there. You were, hanging from a bare tree by the tail, it looked like. Your beautiful, white wings were wrapped around yourself except for a tiny crack in their merging.

And in this crack between your wings, was a thin-slitted pupiled eye staring straight at him.

The sight caused him to freeze in his tracks, with one foot now in the glowing, algae-like grass. He gave a nervous smile your way, which only caused you to narrow said eye further and uncurl your wings. Like the most skilled acrobatic, he watched as you unfurled your long, slender dragon body; walking along the branch, you then jumped down to the grass below.

Your eyes were still slits as you approached him now, slowly, cautiously. Almost as if he were the prey and you the predator. Honestly, that's how Lucifer felt right now.

But then, instead of pouncing, you just stopped and stared at him. Your long, elegant tail lashed slowly, barley touching the grass as it swayed freely, yet with a controlled fashion. Eyes still narrowed, you let out a snort of annoyance, rolling your eyes, before tossing your head in an irritated gesture and finally coming to sit on the grass, still a ways away from him.

"...You're ruining my grass..." You huffed, narrowed eyes taking him in, raking over him as if you could pick him up and toss him out of your proximity with just a gaze.

He blinked at your dragon form, confused. Then he looked down, seeing how one of his shoes was sunken slightly into the delicate, glowing grass. He gave a sheepish smile, quickly removing his foot and placing it back on the hardwood, rubbing his neck with a nervous chuckle. Although he knew there was a human soul beneath the dragon you were currently transformed into, he also knew that you could probably reach him in a faster time than he could scream. So, he wanted to try and keep you happy, especially if it meant you would keep talking to him, even if in a condescending tone. And especially since he didn't know your current feelings towards him.

"Sorry, I-"

"Save it. I don't want to hear your excuses, Lucifer. Don't you think you've given enough of those already these past hundred years?"

He looked up at you, eyes shining with a little bit of hurt. That might be the first time you had ever used his full name since he first met you. He was so used to you calling him Luci.

Lucifer just...didn't sound right. Not coming from you.

"I-"

"Then, you come in here and trample my grass; the same grass of my homeland; the grass my ancestors before me walked on!"

"I-its just grass, darling-"

Your head snapped in his direction quite violently due to the nickname and his response. Your body stood up on its own accord and began slowly stalking over to him.

"Just...grass? Just GRASS?! I was born on said grass-"

You continued walking towards him, pupils back to those dangerous slits that signaled your current emotional state; upset and angry. You kept rambling to him about the grass and its importance to your true home. You got so close to him to the point that he had to start taking steps backward, until there was no room left to do so. He was at the door to your room, back pressed roughly to it as your dragon form prowled closer to him, flat snout right in-front of his face; he could practically feel the hot air being emitted from your nostrils. By this time, you were nearing the end of your rant.

"and at the end of the day-" You let out a hiss, baring your teeth. "...it really is just grass."

Your face relaxed almost immediately. Your wrinkled snout became smooth again, the luminescent glows from the vines on the door making it sparkle lightly. Your bared teeth dropped their snarl, turning your dragon lips into a sly smirk. You turned tail and lazily sauntered back to the grassy expanse of glowing vegetation. Doing a few circles in one spot you then decided to lay down on your side, eyes never leaving his. Almost as if you were taunting him to draw nearer.

"I- oh. Wait, what? W-What-"

Lucifer sighed and awkwardly leaned on his cane, rubbing his temples. He knew you to be intimidating back then but holy shit, now? Now thinking about it, he never really had experienced your fury head on before. He hoped he never had to.

Seemingly sensing his hesitation, you sighed.

"Oh for fucks sake, Lucifer. I was kidding. You of all people should know how dramatic I like to be."

Seeing as he still didn't move a muscle, as if wanting to respect your personal space and not get any closer if you really didn't want him to, your cylinder-shaped ears flattened against your head, an almost worried look overtaking your features.

As if he didn't believe you were real.

"Am I really that scary?"

As soon as that question left your lips, he was by your side. Having teleported, it made you jump a little when he so suddenly appeared by your side on the grass, sitting cross-legged.

You let your muscles relax once again, letting out a silent breath. You offered him a toothy, cute dragon smile. He gave you his big, signature grin right back.

"No, no, no. You're one of the most beautiful dragons I have ever seen! Absolutely no one can compare to your beauty, light one!"

With the way he spoke, as if he was presenting a speech, it made you let out a huff and a snort, which was also the dragon equivalent of a laugh in most cases. It also made your heart thump rapidly in your chest, hearing him use the nickname he often used for you back when you both resided above the clouds together.

Light one.

You figured it was only fair to change back into your human body, since it had been so long since you had seen one another in person, that he deserved to talk with you face-to-face and not to the face of a dragon, no matter how much he claimed you were beautiful both ways.

In a span of seconds, there was no longer a large dragon sitting beside Lucifer in the grass, but rather another individual, just as himself. Your legs were crossed just as his were, mimicking his body language. The two of you sat in silence for a long while, although throughout it all you could feel his eyes on you. With how quick he was to reassure you of your beauty, you knew he must be dying to ask you a bunch of questions; catch up on all that you had missed of one another's life since his falling and sparse letters in between.

You sighed and folded your hands in your lap, looking at your soft, glitter-dusted skin. It was hard to think of things to say when you really need not say anything at all. The silence, for you at least, said all that words could not and so much more beyond that limitation.

"Look, Luci, I-"

A sudden force knocked you onto your side, arms wrapping around you in the span of a second, squeezing you tightly. You yelped in surprise, although it was quite obvious the only person it could be.

"Oh my goodness, it really is you!" Lucifer exclaimed happily, eyes shut tight as he buried his face into your neck as your hug proceeded. "I knew it! Oh, I knew it as soon as you transformed back in the lobby- when you called me Luci just now. Oh my gosh, it really is you!"

He sounded exactly like a little kid might on Christmas, just getting their first train set, with many more to come after that within the following years. Alongside that excitement usually followed laughter, and oh was that universal sound flowing in the room at this moment.

You were both hugging and laughing to your hearts content after you had gotten over the initial shock of him bowling you over. For a little man, he surely had strength, that was for certain. Yet you knew best that he was not to be underestimated.

"Shit- yes, yes, it's me, I promise! I know the looks a bit new, but its me!" You said, trying to speak coherently through his own rambling and excitement of having finally found his friend after so long. The person who had been by his side through all his rights and wrongs whilst in Heaven. His wingwoman. His ride or die.

The person whom he had loved since first glance, but was too much of a coward to ever admit it. He always knew you deserved better.

"I-I'm sorry, I just...I can't believe you're really here! After...after all this time. Oh, Y/N...how I've missed you..."

Lucifers voice had dropped to a whisper at this point. You had to strain your ears to hear him, but made sure you did. You always heard him, whether he thought so or not.

"I've missed you too, Luci...really. I'm so sorry we got separated. I should've fought harder for your safety, I should've tried harder to convince the council, I-"

A finger found its way to your lips, shushing you with one, quick motion.

"Stop. Just...stop." Lucifer said, brows furrowed, a sad look overtaking his features as he sighed, eyes closed. "It was my fault for even convincing you to help me in the first place. I should've just kept you out of it."

He sniffled softly, turning his body away from yours a bit, not wanting you to see how emotional he was getting. He could still remember the way you cried his name as you got a front-row seat to watching him fall, courtesy of Adam.

Adam. That son of a bitch. He could only imagine the cruel and unusual punishments the sadistic man had thrown at you in return for helping the Devil himself (although he hadn't had that role back then just yet).

"What have they done to you...you know, since I left? They knew we had a good connection. I can only imagine the things they did to you as a result of helping me. I know you said they refuse to kill you or cast you out..." He muttered, now having his knees up to his chest, his chin resting on top of them.

You frowned, mainly in pity for him, watching him seem to curl up into himself like this. You had been thinking about all the ways the separation had been hurting you all these years, but now you had come to realize that you hadn't done much thinking about how it was affecting Lucifer. You figured that, since his fall, he had been doing just dandy down in Hell with his wife, Lilith. God, you hated that woman, or at least you had when they had decided to cast Lilith down into Hell with Lucifer instead of you. Many nights you had cried yourself to sleep, wishing so desperately that you could be down in this wasteland with him, comforting him about the recent events. You knew Lilith most likely wasn't doing it, and even if she was, you knew you could do better. He was your truest friend. You knew him both inside and out. Better than anyone.

"Its not of importance what they did and still do to me, Luci-"

"Yes it is! It's very important!" He burst out, making you raise an eyebrow. "It was supposed to be my job to protect you from any harm that came our way, remember? Remember what I said? I-I promised to always protect you from danger, to keep you safe, and I couldn't even do that without messing up!"

He threw his hands up, exasperated, using a gloved hand to cover his eyes and rub them. You gave him a soft, sad smile, one you were not sure if he saw, but knew he could sense. He was being way too hard on himself, you knew.

You had made the choice to help him, and wouldn't change a thing about that decision.

"Lucifer..." You spoke lightly, as if speaking to a scared animal. In a way, you were. "None of what happened to me is your fault. None of what is still happening to me is your fault. If someone has to take the fault, it should be me. I knew what I was potentially getting myself into when I agreed to help you. Those possible consequences never mattered to me."

You had to look away from him for a split second, some tears falling from your eyes as you blinked, then onto the lush grass beneath both your bodies. A deep breath inflated your chest before you allowed yourself to continue talking.

"All that ever mattered to me..." You began again, voice shaky as you maintained your composure, "...was the fact that I was getting to help my closest friend. The first person in Heaven who welcomed me, took me in with open wings. The first person to ever hug me. The first person to show me how unique and special I was, as well as my abilities and hybrid form. The first person who...didn't look at me like I was some sort of monster, due to the fact that I could transform into a dragon."

This seemed to shock him, for he raised his head to stare at you once again, cheeks lightly tear stained.

"People thought you a monster?" He asked, eyes wide and confused. "Why? H-How-"

You shrugged and picked at the grass beneath you with a finger.

"People tend to be scared of the things they don't understand, Luci. Things they've never seen before, such as a hybrid like myself. Even angels get scared sometimes, believe it or not."

Lucifer was at a loss for words. The angels had seen you as a monster when you first appeared at their gates? Someone as beautiful, majestic, and powerful as you? He truly couldn't believe that. He made a silent promise to himself in that very moment to give Adam a little extra punch for treating you like that upon your first visit to Heaven. You had never told him, either. Or, at least you hadn't had the time to before he fell.

"Apparently." Lucifer grumbled, whilst rolling his eyes. "Damn idiots never know what the hell they're talking about..."

At this, you raised both your eyebrows, and couldn't help the small giggle that left your lips at his protective nature. After all of this time not seeing one another, he was still as protective over you as the first day you met. It was refreshing to see that some things really never did change when it came to the King of Hell. Since the day he became so.

He perked up as you began to giggle, a shot of red flashing across his features from embarrassment. Then, despite himself, he too began to chuckle.

The steady rhythm of his heart made itself well known in his ears as the two of you continued to laugh together, just like old times in the clouds.

Although when you were together it felt like no time had passed at all, you both were aware that that was far from the truth.

You had some catching up to do.

The hellish sun beat down on the Hazbin Hotel. All the other residents, including Charlie, were outside helping to rebuild and design a new look for the previously destroyed hotel.

You and Lucifer had finally come out from your room after chatting it up for what had to have been over an hour. It was nice, now knowing the truth behind some of the things that had happened to him, and you were sure he felt the same about the things pertaining to you. He had promised you he would deliver quite the ruthless punch to Adam's groin when he saw him next, due to the things he had put you through after his falling. This had made you roll your eyes, but the idea wasn't dismissed. You'd allow it. Maybe even a couple times. Especially if it meant you got to see Lucifer happy.

Now, both of you were currently outside with everyone else, helping to rebuild the structure of his daughters hotel. You were in the form of your Lightfury, whilst Lucifer was standing proudly on your back as you flew laps around the perimeter of the hotel, giving him range to shoot blasts of magic, where building parts would then materialize before ones eyes.

You craned your neck around to look at the little man on your back, who was already looking down at you, smiling like the dork you knew him to be. This was almost like the perfect moment, especially after the deep conversation you both had back in the hotel room-

"DAD! No riding my residents, please! I'm glad you're making friends though! Proud of you! I just don't think we have the insurance to cover an injury yet!"

Charlie's voice cut through the atmosphere like a knife, causing both of you to startle and look down at her. She had a finger pointed up at you both, an adoring smile on her face; following it were the rest of the residents eyes. You both were now the spotlight of attention.

Your smooth-skinned dragon face had a bit of a red tint to it now because of the princess's words, and you didn't even have to look at Lucifer to be able to say that he looked the same. His daughter didn't even know how deep the history went between you both; she didn't even know you two knew one another prior to this. Nor did she really need to know. It could be you and Lucifers little secret. Something just for the two of you.

You snorted at her words, managing to screw your face into an extremely unamused expression quick enough to hide the blush, making sure to keep flapping your wings so you wouldn't falter in your hovering.

"Dear, you may just find yourself jealous because I have a dragon and you lack one! You see this beauty? Extraordinary! Such a great species too, infact-"

You managed to look even more annoyed than you felt, as Lucifer continued to take it upon himself to deliver a little speech on your back whilst you were just hovering there, explaining his good fortune to have found a friend in you once again and now being able to get free rides. But, no one seemed to tell him that you were the one steering this ship.

In the span of a millisecond, you had tipped your body to the side, sending him sliding off your back and plummeting towards the ground, following with him yelping in both surprise and momentary fear. You snorted in amusement and instantly tucked your wings and went into a dive, following right after him.

The wind whistled past your sensitive ears as you were now falling right beside him. You looked at him with your wide, cat-like eyes, a curious coo escaping your throat as he just smirked at you, putting his hands behind his head as you both fell through the air, as if in some sort of movie. You then narrowed your sharp eyes and struck him playfully in the chest with a paw, sending him spinning off balance and crashing into some nearby bushes.

Quick to steady yourself, you quickly turned around midair and swooped just low enough to snag Charlie from off the ground, holding her in your arms, before letting her climb onto your back and sitting comfortably. Her smile was wide and cheerful, making you laugh as you shot back up into the air.

"Woo-hoo!" Charlie hollered, holding onto your neck by wrapping both her arms around its thick expanse as you warbled in response, showing off your toothy dragon grin as you flapped your wings vigorously, taking both you and the daughter of Hell off into the surrounding city.

Lucifer sat up in the mas of bushes, spitting out some leaves and rubbing the side of his head. He could've used his wings to slow his fall but he figured if it made you smile, he would get a little banged up. He still had that same grin plastered to his face.

He couldn't even be annoyed as he picked off thorns from his suit and top hat, watching with a soft sparkle in his eyes as his two favorite girls flew away together into the sunset.

Upon Charlie finding and helping you on extermination day, which had been only yesterday, you had now become an official resident of the Hotel. You kept telling yourself it was temporary until you were able to go back up to Heaven, but the more time you spent under the clouds and the feet of those still alive and walking, the more you came to realize that this place felt more like a home than the one you came from originally.

Lucifer had promised to wait for you in Hell after he fell, even for all eternity if that's how long it took for your pure soul to deserve damnation.

In return, you had promised never to truly leave him. To never abandon. To never relinquish your connection. And you would hold that promise, through and through.

It was your vow.

#hazbin hotel x you #xreader #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #lucifer hazbin #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer #lucifer magne #charlie morningstar #charlie x reader #x reader #dragon #dragon shifter #x female reader #female reader #httyd #how to train your dragon #maybe a series #cuties #i love #angel #sinners #demons #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel #hazbin charlie #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel fanfiction

[puppyaulait]

Fantasy AU winter wonderland

#myart #bnha #my art #my hero academia #mha #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kiribaku #fantasy au #dragon shifter #bakushima

[mayakern]

leave a comment if YOUR soul bonded liege lord has ever broken your heart 🙄🙄🙄

#romance novel #romance writing #queer fiction #queer fantasy #dragon shifter #spitfire

[0h0possum]

A Codywan and How to Train Your Dragon crossover that turned into a the Mandalorians factions are dragons AU, because I can never just do something simple and for the heck of it.

If you’re not interested the AU lore, leave now or suffer my rambling lol.

Basically, the idea is that Mandalorians started as a race that could shift into dragons. The Mand’alor line and those of most influence were notably ‘Fury’s (for example Mand’alor Tarre Viszla was a Nightfury and so is his generational line). But over time most Mandolorians who could shift were killed off or just lost the ability as more non-shifter Mandolorians married in. Eventually only a few of the Fury’s were around, and when Mandalore split most chose factions lead by the remaining Fury lines. AKA: the New Mandalorians/Lightfury’s, the Haat Mando'ade or True Mandalorians/Duskfury’s, and the Kyr’tsad or Death Watch/Nightfury’s.

Basically this also helps explain (in my head) why Mandalorians would follow Death Watch (terrorists) or the New Mandalorians (Intense Pacifist). It’s because they see those lines that can still shift as chosen leaders or a physical embodiment of the Ka’ra’s will.

How is Obi-Wan a shifter though? Well in this AU he’s the son of Tor Viszla. Long story short, early on when Obi-Wan was born he displayed being force sensitive, and Obi-WAN’s mom (Tor’s wife??? Idk it’s not important to the story) basically went ‘Aw hell naw’ and tried to drown Obi-Wan. Only to be stopped by a traveling Jedi who stole Obi-Wan and saved him. Totally unaware that this baby was Mandalorian, the son one of the biggest Mandalorian factions, AND also one of the last few existing Mandalorian dragon shifters. (Also Obi-Wan’s mom doesn’t want to admit that she lost Obi-Wan to a Jedi and just tells Tor that he was force sensitive and she succeeded in drowning him).

Maybe I’ll get into it later but basically Obi-Wan grows up as normal in the Temple, but obviously at some point he shifts and has the biggest panic of his life. But with help from friends (Quinlan, Garen, Siri, and Bant) he figures out shifting (enough to control it) and helps keep it a secret (Mandalorians and Jedi still don’t have best relations and Obi-Wan is paranoid about being kicked out of the Order anyways *cough cough Brandomeer cough cough Melinda/Daan*). To be clear, Obi-Wan isn’t like ashamed of what he is. He just doesn’t want the judgments of coming from CLEAR Mandalorian roots, and Death Watch at that. Plus he kinda just decides to not think about how he’s pretty much definitely related to well known terrorist Tar and Pre Viszla, because then he doesn’t have to address it. Besides he’s happy as a Jedi.

Anyways, NOW CODY-

So without getting to detailed (mission failed lol) all the clones ARE shifters (Duskfury’s just like Jango Fett), but they have it suppressed by the Kaminoans (probably part of their chips? I haven’t thought it fully out yet). BUT THINGS HAPPEN, probably Cody and Obi-Wan get stranded alone somewhere for a long time and Cody gets his chipped fucked up somehow, and now he’s shifting into a dragon???? And scaring the shit out of both him and Obi-Wan. But Obi-Wan exposes himself as a dragon shifter as well to comfort Cody and show that he will keep his secret. Plus he clearly understands him. (At this point they both are under the impression the clones aren’t shifters, and think Cody is just an outlier and “late bloomer” so to speak). Cue them learning how to be dragons together and be comfortable in their other form.

And eventually they get rescued and find out somehow all the clones are shifters, and therefore find the chips and discover Palpatine’s plan, SO THE GALAXY IS SAVED!

(Additionally the clones get rights and go to form their own society/group (Obi-Wan comes with to be with other dragons, but mostly to be with Cody), and they form an alliance with the New Mandalorians and accidentally unit Mandalore purely by the three Fury types (Nightfury/Obi-Wan, Duskfury/Cody, Lightfury/Satine) being around each other lol.

#star wars #sw tcw #starwars au #star wars the clone wars #obi wan kenobi #tcw commander cody #commander cody #httyd #httyd au #tcw au #the clone wars au #the clone wars #nighfury #Lightfury #duskfury #dragon shifter #starwars httyd crossover? #codywan #codywan au #dragon obi wan kenobi #Dragon commander cody #How do i even tag this absolute hyper-fixation nonsense? #satine kryze #I have to post stuff of my random starwars AU ideas so i may purge them from my body and finally be free #I FUCKING SPELLED SATINE AS SATIN WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME #No one comment on how dumb the name Duskfury is or I will cry I swear #mandalorian dragons au

[m-jelly]

OH MY GOODNESS

The dragon hybrid Levi was sooooo good I read it like 20 times, and I was wondering if you can make one we’re the reader is very pregnant and dragon Levi is soooooo protective, and maybe they would live in a nest or a cave of some sort, and pregnant reader decides to take a bath in the water fall near there nest and some wild animal or men who are like scavengers of something try to kidnap her or eat her and dragon Levi swoops in

I’m so sorry that was sooo much lmao, you don’t have to write I just thought it was a good idea

Just changing this a little bit anon, hope you don't mind.

@ladycheesington <3

Most precious treasures

Levi x fem reader

Hybrid Levi, dragon Levi, pregnant reader, romance, fluff, married, drama, reader is attacked, Levi to the rescue, mentions of blood.

You leave Levi to sleep in your large bed in the castle on the mountain to go to a little shop. Your maid and a knight join you to keep you safe while making the trip to the town, but your carriage is attacked. You try to fight back, but you have to be careful because you're pregnant. When you think it is too late, your husband comes swooping in and saves you.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6 @nbinairyn

You placed a few loving kisses on Levi's face as he lightly slept in your massive bed. The two of you had explored each other's bodies all night, so Levi was a little tired and so were you but you wanted to go shopping to get him a gift. The deep sleepy growl that came from Levi was electrifying to you.

He lifted his head a little and gazed at you. "My precious gem, good morning."

"Morning."

He reached over and massaged your thigh. "I thought I exhausted you."

You hummed a laugh. "You did, but I have pregnant lady energy."

He kissed your six month belly. "You're incredible."

"Thank you. Anyway, I'm off out now."

He gave you puppy dog eyes. "You're leaving me?"

You slipped out of bed before he dragged you back in. "I'm just going shopping for a bit, that's all. I will take my maid and a knight with me."

He pouted a little. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too."

He reached over and touched your necklace. "Good, you have this still."

You blushed. "Of course."

He nodded and kissed you. "If anything happens, just bite down on this."

"Promise!" You hurried to the door and waved. "Love you!"

"I love you too. I'll keep the bed warm for us."

You blew him a kiss. "Perfect."

The castle was lively with the staff moving around and preparing it for a baby. It was sweet how excited the staff were to welcome a little life into the castle and so they were babyproofing everything. A lot of people were scared of Levi's castle on the mountain, but after you entered his life people softened to him and asked him for help and let him help.

You climbed into your carriage and sat opposite your maid. "What a lovely day. The winter air is crisp and the fog is so light."

Cali, your maid, looked out the carriage with a gentle smile. "It's so lovely."

You rubbed your belly as your baby moved. "Mm."

"Everything okay?"

You nodded. "They're moving a lot." You looked at Cali. "I'll be okay. I think they're just excited." You fell off the seat when something slammed into the carriage. "Ow."

Cali helped you to sit on the floor before leaning out the window. "Sir George?" She gasped when she saw him fighting bandits. "Sir George!"

You grabbed Cali and yanked her inside just as a sword slammed against the window. "Careful!"

The carriage filled with Cali's screams and the smell of blood and mud. Hearts raced as the carriage moved faster down the path until it felt like no one was in control and the horses were just blindly running. A loud thud from boots was heard on the carriage followed by walking and another thud.

The carriage came to a stop and the only thing you could hear was boots moving in mud and your racing heart. With a shaky hand, you reached up and grabbed your necklace. You raised the stone and went to bite down, but the door was yanked open and a bandit with a scar-covered face grinned at you.

The man grabbed you and yanked you out of the carriage as Cali screamed for you. "This one will be worth a lot of money fellas! She's pregnant too." He threw you to the ground. "Seeing the markings on her carriage, it seems she's fucking a dragon man. Her baby is a mix! We're fucking rich!"

You glared at him. "You're all fucked."

He laughed. "What you gonna do? You're weak."

You lifted your necklace and smirked. "My husband will rip you to pieces." You bit down on the stone causing a burst of magic.

The bandit stumbled backwards. "Shit. You stupid bitch!"

You crawled backwards as he stormed towards you. "He'll rip you apart! My husband is the dragon lord Levi Ackerman."

He raised his sword in the air. "You're lying! He would never love another!" His eyes widened when the top of his arm holding the sword dropped to the floor in front of him. He lowered his arm down to see it'd been cut clean off. He held the end near the cut before screaming. "My arm!"

Levi flew past and sliced the bandit's neck clean open. He landed and snarled at the bandits left as blood flowed out of the leader's neck. "My precious gem? Close your eyes for me."

You covered your eyes. "Yes, Levi." You focused on your baby moving in you instead of the screams and cries of your husband killing people. A gentle touch on your hands covering your eyes made you flinch a little, but you then recognised the tough. "Levi."

Levi pulled your hands away and grinned. "Hello, my precious gem. Shall we go home?"

"Yes, please. Are Sir George and Cali okay?"

He cupped your face and kissed you. "Yes, they're okay and I will take them to the castle. I must take you first." He scooped you up into his arms. "Hold on tightly."

You squealed as Levi flew fast to the castle. "So fast."

He flew onto the balcony of your room and carried you inside. He sat you on the bed and kissed your forehead. "I'll be right back, my love."

"Okay." You waited for him to fly off before removing your clothes and climbing into the always full and hot pool bath. "Mm." You scrubbed the dirt, blood and aches away. "Better."

"Love?" Levi hurried around the bedroom. "Loooove?"

"In the bath!"

He raced into the bathroom and sighed. "I was worried."

You leaned on the side of the pool. "Sorry, but I needed to clean. Did you get Cali and Sir George?"

He stripped fully and climbed into the water. "They are here and being tended to." He wrapped his arms around you. "I'm so sorry you were attacked on my lands."

"It's okay." You reached up and gripped his arm. "You can't get rid of all bad people. Plus, I'm sure they were ventured into your land because they heard there were dragons taking lovers here."

He kissed your neck. "Possibly. Our love story is well known."

You hummed a laugh. "It is."

"Are you and the baby safe? Are you both well?"

"Yes." You closed your eyes and relaxed against Levi. "I'm perfectly fine thanks to you." You turned your head. "I love you."

"I love you too." He kissed you and purred against your lips. "I'll always protect you and come running."

You smirked. "You're gonna keep my locked up here for a few days, aren't you?"

He smirked a little. "Maybe."

#levi ackerman #aot levi #levi #snk levi #aot fanfiction #levi x you #levi x y/n #levi fanfiction #fanfic #levi x reader #dragon shifter #hybrid #levi aot #levi attack on titan #levi x reader fluff #levi x yn #levi ackerman fic #levi ackerman snk #levi ackerman attack on titan #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x y/n #jelly fanfics

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Shapeshifting Dragons

I sometimes see people wonder if the idea of a dragon that can take on a fully human appearance is a modern fantasy invention. Or solely inspired by (East) Asian dragons, which are almost invariably noble and frequently appear human. Because European folklore is more well known for “dragon slayer tales”, in which the dragons are purely beastly. But! Slavic folklore absolutely has dragons who are capable of transforming themselves into (beautiful) humans!

The dragons from Slavic fairy tales still have typical “western” dragon characteristics (wings, scales, claws, maw), but they often act far more human than animalistic. They frequently live in castles, use weapons, sometimes even ride horses, write letters, or get married to humans. And some are described as fully shapeshifting into humans:

Dawn, Evening, and Midnight (Afanasev, 1866, trans. Guterman, 1946)

Three princesses are abducted by a whirlwind and three brave brothers Evening, Midnight and Dawn set out to find them. Dawn finds the youngest princess in an underground realm in a castle. She greets him, feeds him, gives him strengthening magic water and then: “At this moment a wild wind arose, and the princess was frightened. ‘Presently,’ she said, ‘my dragon will come.’ And she took Dawn by the hand and hid him in the adjoining room. A three-headed dragon came flying, struck the damp earth, turned into a youth.” The princess puts sleeping potion in the dragon’s wine, picks the lice from his hair (implies he is still human) until he falls asleep. She calls Dawn and he cuts off the dragon’s three heads (implies he’s full dragon again) and burns the body. He then rescues her sisters from a six- and twelve-headed dragon. The three princesses marry the three brothers.

The Footless Champion and the Handless Champion (Afanasev, trans. Guterman)

Two champions, Marko and Ivan, decide to steal a priest’s daughter to be their sister and housekeeper. Once they go on a week long hunt and when they return the girl looks ill and thin. “She told them that a dragon had flown to her every day and that she had grown thin because of him. ‘We will catch him,’ said the champions. (…) About half an hour later, the trees in the forest suddenly began to rustle and the roof of the hut shook: the dragon came, struck the damp earth, turned into a goodly youth, sat at table, and asked for food.” Ivan and Marko seize him and thrash him until he begs for mercy, promising to show them the water of life and the water of death. He tries to trick them into jumping into the lake of death, so they throw him in “and only smoke was left of him.” They do bring the priest’s daughter back home before carrying on with their other adventures. [The concept that a dragon’s presence can drain a maiden of her life force shows up in other stories too, but in this particular context it almost seems like the dragon is just? eating her portion of the food? Also the fact that she was abducted from her home by the two supposed heroes and the dragon is only visiting and asking for lunch really puts this into a weird perspective.]

King Bear (Afanasev, trans. Guterman)

A tsar’s son and daughter are abducted by the King Bear but eventually escape with the help of a magical bullock who conjures a lake of fire that the bear cannot cross. They live by its shore for a while in a fine house and Ivan hunts for their food. “Meanwhile Princess Maria went to the lake to wash clothes. As she washed, a six-headed dragon came flying to the other shore of the lake of fire, changed into a handsome man, saw the princess, and said to her in a sweet voice: ‘Greetings, lovely maiden!’ ‘Greetings, good youth!’ ‘The old wives say that in former times this lake did not exist; if a high bridge spanned it, I would come to the other side and marry you.’ ‘Wait! A bridge will be here in a trice!’ answered Princess Maria and waved her towel. In that instant the towel spread out in an arc and hung above the lake like a high and beautiful bridge. The dragon crossed it, changed into its former shape, put Prince Ivan’s dog under lock and key, and cast the key into the lake; then he seized the princess and carried her off.” When Ivan finds his sister missing and his dog locked up he goes to ask help from Baba-Yaga, finds the dragon, kills him, and takes his sister home. [This story ends with the standard “they began to live happily and prosper”, but it really seems like Ivan should have asked Maria if she was even in need of rescuing.]

So there we are! Proper folklore roots for all our mysterious strangers with a hint of scales around their flickering eyes~

#laura babbles #folklore #fairy tales #dragon #dragons #dragon prince #shapeshifters #shapeshifter #dragon shifter #slavic folklore #just as with vampires the slavs have the superior folklore

[gglitch1dd]

Not the Only One (Fantasy AU)- Pt2

Dragon Kirishima x Dragon Reader

<Part 1> <Part2>

Context: After freeing you from dragon hunters, you and Kirishima grow closer and he finally decides that it's time to make you his.

Warning: SMUT! AFAB reader, fingering (f receiving), breeding kink, language, FLUFF

Your eyes opened slowly as you adjusted to your surroundings. You slowly lifted your head up from the bed of soft pelts and furs you were sleeping on. A heavy fur blanket was over you. You looked around as you sat up slowly. You were in a large tent that was currently unoccupied other than you. It had many things around it, you were in a more secluded side of the tent, angled away from everything.

You were going to go and investigate when something drew your attention away. Entering the tent was Kirishima. He held two bowls in hand. The large male dragon shifter rolled his shoulders as he walked. He had to bend his head to get inside due to the horns that sat on his head. He moved deeper into the tent when his eyes strayed over to you. His figure perked up once he saw you awake. He smiled broadly. “Hey!” He moved towards you slowly.

You were going to back away from him but then you halted your movements. You remembered him. The dragon male that saved you. Kirishima stopped in his tracks. By reading your movements and your facial expression, he could tell you were still hesitant, and he couldn't blame you. He bent down, his pupils expanding slowly as he moved closer towards you. He walked slowly, crouching down to your level. You watched him carefully. You could tell that he meant no harm at all to you. He handed you a bowl with a spoon carefully into your hands. You sat up properly and looked down at the bowl. It was soup, still very warm by the steam that rose from it.

Kirishima carefully sat down outside the array of soft material that made his bed that you were currently sleeping in, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. You had slept through the whole day and with it finally being dinner, he was glad you woke up on your own so that you could eat something.

He crossed his legs as he watched you sniff at the bowl. He chuckled. He let out a gruff to catch your attention. He took the spoon in his hand, showing you what to do. He took a scoop and lifted it to his mouth. He motioned for you to try. You followed what he did, lifting the hot substance to your lips and not caring for the temperature. Dragons preferred their food burning anyways. You ate it and your eyes grew at the taste of cooked seasoned food. You started to viciously eat the soup. Not caring about how messy you were eating.

Kirishima laughed. “I’m glad you like it. The cooks would be glad to find someone who likes their cooking so much.” He ate alongside you, not as excited as you however but he was always hungry. “I guess you haven’t been in your human form for a long time, huh…” He spoke as he spectated you. Most of your body was still wrapped in fur blankets as to hide your naked form underneath. Kirishima looked down at his bowl. “I can remember a time where I was just like you.” He voiced out, not entirely meaning to tell you a story. He wasn’t even sure if you could understand the language he was speaking in but he kept talking anyways. Unbeknownst to him, you had slowed down your practical inhalation of food to listen to him. “I was being hunted in my hybrid form. Hunters had been tracking me for days and I was practically on death’s door. That’s when the king found me, and he saved me. He helped me get back to my full strength even when I could barely communicate with him, still trying to regain my speech back. I owe him my life.” He looked up to find you leaned forward, listening to his story intently. Your eyes locked onto his form as you listened as best as you could. His eyes widened. He pointed a finger towards himself. “Can you understand me?” He asked.

For a moment you didn’t give him an answer but then you slowly nodded your head. You pointed a finger towards him. “Ei… Eiji… Eijiro.” You tried to pronounce his name. It was a bit slurred, but it was undoubtedly his.

Kirishima’s eyes lit up at that. He moved closer to you. He nodded his head. “Yes!” He exclaimed. He gave you a happy dragon chuft to communicate to you on a deeper level. “Yes, that’s me.” He put down his bowl and took your free hand. He placed it against his chest, where his heart was. He didn’t get cold fast so his opened sleeveless denim jacket suited him just fine. You could feel his beating heart under your palm. His chest ran hot under your hands, the thick warm skin of a dragon. You could almost feel the flames that resided in his heart. He stared down at you intently, pupils wide. “Eijiro. Eijiro Kirishima.”

You looked up at him, searching his eyes. Their warm and expansive colour of a deep ruby red, more magenta than that of blood made you almost feel the pure strength and unhindered flames that he carried. You pulled your hand, but just when he thought you were going to return it back to your lap, you snatched his hand that was previously holding yours. You pulled his big hand closer to you roughly, making him bend slightly to get closer to you. You moved the blankets a bit on your chest and placed his hand right over your own heart. You stared at him with the same big-eyed stare he gave you. “Y/N.” You stuttered out your name. You tried pressing his hand closer. “Y/N.” You reiterated for him.

“T-that’s… that’s your name? Y/N?” He asked shocked. Even though he had told you his name before, you had sort of passed out before he could ask you yours.

You nodded your head adamantly. “Y/N.”

Kirishima let out a breathy laugh in disbelief. He took the bowl out of your hand making you frown. Before you could growl at him in anger, you were tackled back down onto your back. You let out a surprised yelp at the affection. Kirishima nuzzled your neck, a dragon purr moving through his body. The action made you laugh at how ticklish it was, as the soft locks of his hair brushed against your skin. He held your body close to his, overwhelmed with excitement and joy. Once he was satisfied, he looked down at you with those bright red eyes of his. You looked up at him with a tilt of your head. You understood his affection and excitement. You rubbed your nose against his, reciprocating. Kirishima was stunned for a moment, he scoffed but his smile broadened. “My beautiful draikana.” He rumbled out of his chest. “We’re together now. It’s me and you. Y/N and Eijiro.”

Kirishima was safely enamoured by you. Everything you did, everything about you, had him grinning like a lovesick idiot and looking at you with hearts in his eyes. Once you had found your barring, Kirishima introduced you to the Bakusquad. They were all very excited to meet you, especially Mina who had some dragon blood in her too, she wasn’t a full blood like you and Kirishima but enough for you to recognise her as one of you.

Bakugou found the two of you like two excited puppies. Just when he thought he had to look after one, now there were two of you. But with the way Kirishima was so happy, Bakugou couldn’t dislike you even if he wanted to. Besides it was like training Kirishima all over again. They had to teach you how to speak again, how not to attack the chickens whenever they passed by you (Kirishima once placed a chick in his mouth whole, Bakugou had to wrench the poor baby chicken out of his jaws). Also, how to interact with people and not just sniff at them. It was a rather fun experience for the Bakusquad again.

What really made Bakugou approve of you was when Deku was visiting the Barbarian camp and you lit Deku’s cape on fire when you sneezed. The demigod was thoroughly freaked out for a second, but you all quickly helped him to get the fire off his cape. Albeit you setting his cape on fire was accidental, but Bakugou wouldn’t stop boasting about it. It made Kirishima glad that his best friend took a liking to you too.

After a few short months, you easily found your own place in the tribe of barbarians. You often stayed in their camp while the squad went out on their missions with Bakugou and other warriors. You didn’t like all the fighting and just wanted to enjoy life now in peace. Kirishima was, although he didn’t want to admit it, extremely glad for that. He had just found you and he didn’t want to put you in anymore danger.

The two of you were as close as any couple there, although you weren’t actually a couple just yet. You were patiently waiting for the redhead to start courting you. You had given him all the signs that you were interested in him. All the tale-old draikana signs to show a drake that you were willing to court. You gave brought kills for him (much to some of the non-barbarians in the tribe’s horror but Kirishima was in awe of your hunting skills), you stuck close to him, rubbing your scent on him whenever he left or commenting on how nice of a home he has and how nice it was for him to let you stay. You did everything you could remember and everything your instincts told of you, but the thick-headed himbo drake that Kirishima was…

he didn’t know how to reciprocate it.

“I’m hopeless!” Kirishima exclaimed as he dropped his head onto the table. The squad was all at Bakugou’s place (much to the blond’s distaste). Kirishima wallowed in sadness an upset whine going through him.

Sero sat next to him and rubbed his friend’s back in sympathy. “It’s okay man, how about you just talk to her?” He suggested.

Mina shook her head. “Nah, he can’t do that.” She sat near the fire, leaned back in her chair. Her hands joined supporting her behind her head. “Dragons court in a specific manner. She could find it rather offensive if he doesn’t court her properly.” She pointed out. Kirishima grumbled as he slumped deeper into his hole of despair. “Worst part is mating season is coming up.” She pointed out. “She might be more sensitive to courting manners right now.”

Bakugou groaned. “Don’t remind me.” He brought his hands over his eyes with a sigh. “My dragon is going to be out of commission for a whole two weeks!” He pointed out annoyed. Barbarians, even though being extremely close to dragonkin, didn’t have enough fire in their hearts and blood in their veins to be considered dragons. However, most of barbarians if not all of them, praised and worshiped the dragons and their sovereignty over man and all beasts.  Bakugou, however, was always a bit… different compared to his kind. Having ‘tamed’ Kirishima, the last one of the dragonkin known before there was you. Bakugou sat back up straight with a glare. “Fuck it. Eijiro, stop sulking!” He pointed to the redhead. Kirishima raised his head, his big candy apple eyes looking at the blond with a sad puppy dog look. “Go get that draikana the prettiest gem in your hoard, and court her, before I cut your damn fucking tail off!”

“Yah Eij!” Denki chirped in supportively. Denki threw his arm over his bulky part reptilian friend. “Who’s the man?” He asked.

Kirishima looked over at the electric blond. “I’m the man?” He asked still sounding sad.

“Yes, you are!” Denki affirmed. “What are you going to do?”

“Get a gem.”

“Then what?”

“Court her?”

“Yes! Then what?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re going to fuck her into next week Tuesday, that’s what!”

“KATSUKI!” Everyone shouted at the vulgar blond.

Mina shook her head in dismay at the blond. “Barbarians.” She rolled her eyes.

“What?” Bakugou looked at them all confused on what he had said wrong. “It works with barbarian women.”

Denki opened his mouth to object but he couldn’t find the other blond male to be wrong. He shrugged. “He’s got a point.” Denki said. Denki placed his hands on Kirishima’s shoulders and shook him gently. “Now wipe that sad look off your face and go get your draikana! How hard can courting a dragon be?” Kirishima, Mina and Bakugou looked at him with a raised eyebrow each.

“Eijiro.” You giggled. “Where are we going?” You asked him.

Kirishima had your eyes covered with his big hands as he led you away from the village. The two of you walked through the forestry moving up the landscape. You wondered where he was taking you and why, but he wouldn’t budge, no matter how much begging and bargaining you did. He shook his head, despite knowing you couldn’t see it. “We’re almost there, darling. Just wait a few more moments.” He told you. You frowned at still being withheld information but complied.

To say that Kirishima was nervous would be an understatement. He was so scared that what he had for you wouldn’t be enough, that maybe you would hate it but as soon as those thoughts entered his head, he made them disappear. He couldn’t think that way. He knew you and if he knew anything about you, it was that you liked him too.

Or at least that’s what he hoped.

Finally, the two of you stopped at the designated location he had. He moved his hands off your eyes, but you still had them closed. He temporarily let go of you to stand in front of you. “Okay... Now... Open.” You opened your eyes.

Your eyes widened in wonder at the place you were in. You were in a cave, the deepest part of it, by the looks of it but it wasn’t just any cave. It was a dragon’s den. You felt the feeling of nostalgia and memories flood you. Memories of being a hatchling and being in a den similar to this one, your hoard living together in the safety of a den, always returning to it. Warm bodies piled onto one another with expansive wings protecting you and all the younger ones.

Tears sprung to your eyes unintentionally as you looked around. There was a warm fire near the huge expansive area of soft pillows blankets furs and more. Close to the back was a pile of treasure, all shiny and glinting from the fire. Although what really struck you were the walls. The walls were marked with drakonic words only you would understand as more than just scratches. Stories of your people and all their expansive glory put on the walls. Drawings of dragons high in the sky with fires so hot they could melt mountains and tales of a time were baby dragons trampled and ran on the earth carefreely with no worry nor fear of danger. You were stunned speechless. In your eyes, it was the most beautiful thing you could see.

When you were finally ready, you looked to Kirishima. He had a soft smile on his face, his hands joined together as he fiddled with his fingers. “Do you like it?” He asked.

Did you like it?

You found that to be a stupid question. You scoffed in disbelief. You nodded your head as you wiped the tears from your eyes. “Of course, I like it.” You told him honestly. Kirishima dropped his shoulders in relief. “But,” You sniffed as you looked around. “Who lives here?” You asked. You couldn’t smell anyone other than Kirishima. You didn’t want to be trespassing on others dens and territories.

“Well, I was hoping...” Kirishima walked closer to you, he gently took your wrist into his big palm. He pulled out a beautiful sparkling ruby bracelet, making you gasp in surprise. He slipped it carefully around your wrist. Smaller clear jewels surrounding each red stone. Your eyes widened at how shiny it was. “I was hoping that you would live here with me.” Kirishima continued. He tilted your head to look up at him. “You have become my everything Y/N, and I couldn’t think of ever living my life without you by my side. You came into my life by unexpected chance and lit me up from the inside.” He professed to you, his words holding raw emotion and truth in everything he was saying. “I feel as though I am not just living for myself anymore. So... What I’m trying to ask is... will you be mine?” He asked softly, his eyes showing vulnerability to you as he awaited your response.

You smiled up at him, your heart filled with love and adoration for the handsome drake in front of you. From the tips of his red horns to the end of his toes. You placed your hand on his cheek tenderly. “I was, am and forever will be yours, Kirishima Eijiro.” You tell him, your voice coming out quieter than you wanted it to. You stretched up towards his face, pulling him down, your eyes went to his lips. “Now and forever.”

The kiss was soft and tender. It made your thoughts halt and your body start to hum. Kirishima couldn’t think now that he had you up against him. He didn’t want to. Then when his mind finally caught up with his body, you were lowering yourself away from him. Your eyes fluttering open as you stared up at him wanting.

His red soft ruby eyes went dark in desire for you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his warm body. His fingers digging into your skin in want. Both your hearts thumped loudly against one another. His head dipped down to your neck, his lips against a tender spot for you. You gripped onto him tighter, hoping, praying he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. “May I...” He breathlessly whispered. “May we...”

You nodded your head with a breathless, “Yes.”

Not needing anything more, Kirishima once again pulled you to kiss him again, now filled with passion and need. His hands on you turned harsh and possessive as they held onto you. He needed you, wanted you, had to have you, in every way. You melted into his hold letting him take the lead as he held onto you. Your bodies trying to get impossibly closer to one another. You released a whine from the back of your throat, wanting more. Kirishima chuckled in a reply.

He led the two of you down into the soft blankets and pillows. Your body on top of his. You backed away from his lips needing air. Your body was starting to feel hot and your rationality and thoughts slipping away from you. Instinctively you straddled him, your legs on either side of his hips. Your body was moving on its own according, moving out of instinct and what felt good. What felt right. Kirishima’s large hands took purchase on your hips, moving your hips down against him. The moment you felt the pressure you gasped. You both hissed at the friction but craving more. He brought his mouth to your neck and started to suck and lick, leaving marks.

There was something driving you that you couldn’t expresses. A deep and innate desire to be close to him. One with him. Something more primal and animalistic than you could ever truly understand in the moment and heat of it all. Heat. That’s what you were feeling. The bubbling burning fire of hope and the need to mate that was thriving inside of you. You had never felt it this intense out of mating season.

Your hands threaded through his bright crimson hair, being careful of his horns, earning a groan from the male as he held your hips tighter. Your hips ground down against him, craving more friction and pressure. You tightened your thighs around him. A whine escaped you as you tried to focus on moving your hips faster. Fire coursed through your veins as you keened, trying to bring him closer to you. His skin against yours burned and yet gave you solace like no other.

You bit down on your bottom lip as you ground against him, your sex aching.  You were already wet for him, dripping for him. You wanted him so badly. You whined. “Eijiro.” You brought your head to the crook of his neck, your lips brushing against sensitive scales. It wasn’t enough. You needed more. “I need you. Please.” You begged.

In a fluid motion, Kirishima had you on your stomach. You gasped as you were brought to present before him. Your ass up in the air and your chest down in the soft blankets. You turned your head back to look at him. The dragon was on his knees behind you. He tore at your bottoms finding them annoying and in his way. Finally, he could see your aching and twitching sex in all its glory. He hadn’t done anything truly and yet here you were already waiting for him.

Kirishima growled, his pupils expanding more. You could see him start to lose rationality and give way to the beast that was chained behind his eyes. “Wet.” He stuck a finger inside of you causing you to squeal at the sudden intrusion. You gripped the blankets under you and braced yourself. His thick finger moved in and out of you, slowly but surely.

You tensed at the feeling but soon relaxed. Relief washed over your body slightly at the feeling of finally having something inside you. It calmed your racing heart for now, and made you mewl in delight. You moaned as you arched your back some more for him to ease his finger into you. He let out a chuft in approval of your actions.

With that he added another finger. He had to make sure you would be able to take him. He didn’t want to hurt you after all, and yet, there was something so forbidden and primal about him wanting to just shove his beastly cock into your entrance. To feel you stretch and forcefully accommodate him in your insides. He knew you were made to take dragon cock, that much was certain, but yet he selfishly wanted to break you on his own. Adding a third finger he focused on the squelching of your sex and the slick dribbling down your thighs.

Oh he would take care of you so nicely. He would hold you so close to him and care for you in everyway possible. Your every need, want and desire would be fulfilled as much as he could satiate them. The two of you were made for each other. You were for each other. And just for such an honour, for such an honour that you have given him for being his mate, Kirishima wants to worship you. Worship your mind, body and soul. Touch you in such a way that together, your hearts would sync and he would hold you like no one will ever hold you.

“Eijiro.” You let out with a mewl. Your pupils blown out in lust and half lidded with desire. His fingers, although caused you an immense amount of pleasure, they weren’t enough. You needed more. You needed so much more. You needed his cock inside you. That’s what you needed. You whined as you  tried pushing back against him to get his fingers deeper inside you. “Take me. Breed me. Make me yours.” You begged him as you wiggled your ass to tempt him. The pressure at the bottom of your abdomen becoming too much to bare anymore. It was so uncomfortable, you could almost cry.

He chuckled at your lack of patience. “My draikana can’t wait, it seems.” He teased as he slowly took off his own clothing. “I can’t leave her unsatisfied, can I?” He grinned, his eyes seeming to grow darker by the second.

You nodded your head. You shrug off your own shirt leaving you both naked.

Kirishima flipped you over so that he could properly look at you. He was simply in awe. Everything about you, every roll, voluptuous, flat, or soft part of you, all for him to see. You looked up at him bashfully, with a soft smile on your face. He smiled as he ran his fingers up your thighs and pushed them up so that you could hold them for him. His large hands dug into your flesh and muscle instantly making you release a breath at the tension he dispelled from your legs. You let out a soft whine. His warm body made of warm muscle and glowing sturdy scales caged you under him. He placed a soft kiss to your lips, placing his forehead against yours.

“We’re going to become one, my darling. You and I.” He spoke softly to you.

You nodded your head. You brought one hand to rest at the back of his head to keep him close towards you. You purred at the affection. “Y/N and Eijiro.”

His face broke into a smile. “Y/N and Eijiro.”

With that, you felt the head of his fat cock push against your folds. You tensed slightly but soon relaxed knowing it best. You held him tighter as Kirishima slowly sank down into you making the two of you groan. Your thighs tensing as you greedily accepted him into you. Your head thrown back as you cried out at the stretch. Everything felt so warm yet so right. His thick cock pushing and bullying his way into you, slowly dissipating that aching feeling you had.

Kirishima finally was fully inside you and you released a sigh at the feeling. The beautiful and overwhelming feeling of you having and holding onto him. Kirishima bit down on his bottom lip as he groaned at the wonderful feeling of your walls pulsating and greedily squeezing his cock. You felt so good to him. Perfect for him. It was no surprise to him at all and yet he felt as though he couldn’t even dream of such a feeling. He kept a hand down in the blankets under you and the other holding your hips. With a growl, he shifted out of you, the whites of his eyes turned black.

He moved his hips back before pushing back into you. You moaned gripping some of his red hair at the base of his neck. You whined for more as he slowly moved in and out of you. You were overwhelmed by him. Every sense and every spec of attention, you wanted to give to him and only him. As much as Kirishima wanted to enjoy every second inside of you, he lost way to the dragon inside him. A dragon who finally had a draikana in his arms and would not waste a second at not breeding her. His pace increased making you cry out at the sudden battering feeling of him.

Kirishima let out growls and groans. His pace became merciless as he pounded inside you with need. You cried out your nails scrapping down his back. “Fuck! Eijiro!” You cried out only spurring his movements. His grip on your hip was bruising and unforgiving. He was like an animal in rut, insatiable and consumed by that innate hunger to breed you. You felt the tension in your abdomen start to build. Your legs tightening around him as you felt your oncoming release. “Eijiro! Eijiro! I’m gonna-”

“Cum.” He growled out, and your orgasm wrecked through you. It was harsh and intense, your body stuttering and squeezing him hard.

You arched your back, squeezing your eyes shut as you cried out to the heavens. You held your breath at the comforting warm feeling that spread throughout your body. You finally felt your lungs get air again after the intense mind-numbing feeling. Your body started to jolt and shiver as you realized that the drake over you hadn’t slowed down or stopped in the slightest. You whined but continued to hold him close. His cock head bullied your cervix, making you cry out in overstimulation.

“Eijiro! Inside. Inside, please.” You begged out with tears.

The moans coming from the man above you were like heaven to your ears. His hips snapping to meet yours, his grip on you and on the furs underneath you were harsh and almost tearing. His hair falling at either side of his head as he focused on his own pent-up release. His thrusts became less rhythmic and more desperate. Sweat dripped of his body and gleaming scales of a hungry beast. His mouth gleamed with saliva as he growled down at you. “Mine, all mine. I’m going to breed you so fucking good.” He growled out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” With one last harsh thrust and his body shuddered as he released inside you. A loud rumble coming from him as he finally had you underneath him, hot copious amounts of cum inside you that only he could give you.

You both stayed put, not wanting to separate in the slightest. You threaded your hands through his hair with a hum. You then noticed that through it all he had conjured his wings. They wrapped around the two of you gently, keeping you safe under him. You chuckled at the sweet gesture. You hummed. “Eijiro.” You whispered. He let out a grunt showing that he was listening. His mind still felt cloudy, and his body still set on keeping you on his cock. “We’re mates.” You said with a happy tone.

That took his attention. He lifted his head to look down at you. You were positively glowing with sweat glinting off of you and a smile on your face. You looked up at him like he gave you everything. He smiled softly and sweetly. He nodded. “We are.” He put a hand to your cheek. You leaned against it and smiled. His sweet candy apple eyes locked onto you as if you were the only thing that mattered to him in this whole world. Which was true. You were. “We are mates till the great fires of the world spread and consume the world and even after that.”

“After that?”

He nodded. “Even after that.” He placed his forehead against yours as he closed his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut as tears came to his eyes as he felt emotional. “I’m not alone anymore.”

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around him. You felt yourself become emotional too. You placed a kiss to his head. “Not anymore.”

-Glitch1d

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[scifrey]

ART THREAD

I have had the very great pleasure of commissioning some beautiful art to celebrate the release of my new novel Nine-Tenths. I'm going to share them all in this thread (and hopefully add to it if I'm lucky enough to be graced with more) so you can appreciate the talent of these incredible artists.

by Christopher Winkelaar

Nine-Tenths is set in a world where all the nobility in Europe are homo draconis - shape-shifting dragons who have the ability to take human form. Every culture in the world have dragons living among the humans, but the European and Asian nations are the only ones where dragons were historically elevated to the roles of monarchs, nobles, and emperors.

In a world where the American Colonies rejected British rule, this meant they were also rejecting draconic protection--and so while they won their Independence in 1793, they were soundly trounced in the War of 1812, losing all of New England, including New York State, to the British. They were absorbed into the Canadas, except for New York City, which was reclaimed by the Dutch and re-renamed New Amsterdam.

The Canadian colonies expanded west, as they historically did in our world, through a series of broken treaties with the Indigenous peoples of the continent, and the reprehensible colonialist practices which put the settlers in power today. It also means they were able to expand further south, without the Americans to bump up against.

This also meant that the Americans were unable to expand as far south and west as in our world, coming up against Indigenous dragon-protected lands, such as the Oniagara, or Aztec and Incan empires, which grew further north after Spanish contact, and flourished.

Unlike in the current version of Canada, the land was legislatively divided into much smaller provinces than currently exist, each overseen by a hereditary draconic Lieutenant Governor, who report to the draconic Governor of the Canadas, who in turn reports to the House of Lords in England (also dragons). Each province is divided into Duchies, Earldoms, and Marquessates, presided over by a noble dragon family.

As dragons are long-lived, the current Queen of England is Elizabeth (the first one). As she has not yet passed, the Kingdom of Scotland as yet remains separate from England. Ireland too is independent, the Irish dragons having beaten back the English ones. However, Wales remains a satellite colony of England, as the betrayal which brought about it's subjugation and the trickery around the hereditary title "Prince of Wales" still occurred. (This an important plot point).

by @seancefemme

This is the first piece of art I commissioned for the novel, and you'll note it's now become the cover art!

Meet the heroes of our tale: barista and disaster bi Colin Levesque, stuck in the middle of his quarter-life crisis and crushing on his cafe regular, Welsh dragon Dav, the Marquis of Niagara (though of course, Colin doesn't know he's the Marquis, and thinks Dav is just some minor noble with nothing better to do all day than hang out and read).

by @ibrithir-was-here

Colin works at Beanevolence, an indie cafe in downtown St. Catharine's, in the province of Upper Canada (Southern Ontario in our world). It's owned by his bestie Hadi, and he was only supposed to be a barista until he'd graduated. But now he has his Sustainable Tourism degree, and no clue what to do next. He feels completely stuck. Luckily he has Dav to distract him.

Except that one day Dav distracts him too well, which results in a kitchen fire. As an apology for the inferno, and to help the cafe get back on it's feet while the repairs are under way, Dav volunteers as the new bean roaster, creating incredible and (and ultimately social-media viral) coffee roasts with his fire-breath.

by @ibrithir-was-here

Colin and Dav start a flirtation at work.

Which leads to...

by @teejaystumbles

Luxurious dates and late-night smoochies.

by @pinkpiggy93

Which also goes a little bit viral. See, it turns out that the Marquis of Niagara usually keeps a low profile, and his sudden romance with a human has the gossip rags and tabloids all in a tizzy.

But more than that, it puts Dav under the scrutiny of Francis Simcoe. He's the Lieutenant Governor of Upper Canada, a dragon with a hate-on for Dav, and the perfect ammunition to ruin his happiness.

Because, you see, it's against dragonic rules for dragons to be seen to be laboring in service of humans... and Dav's new gig at Beanevolence is about to--forgive the pun--land him in hot water.

➡️ Read Nine-Tenths Here ⬅️

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[jackiezenauthor]

Maria's fairytale ending

Context that led to the creation of this story here

Thank you @laurasimonsdaughter for the inspiration and support.

Special thanks to my two fairy friends who endured through proofreading and editing with me, blessing us all with precious advice such as cutting off the suspension points that I so much love dropping everywhere in my writing.

Story and art by Jackie Zen (me)

Trigger warning:

people and a dragon getting very hurt at some point

no nsfw

magic and sorcery

author liberties (tried to stick to russian fairytale lore as much as possible but I'm not sure about the bird)

Maria’s fairytale ending

„This was the first completed sculpture that this artist ever made.” he explained, pointing at a crude representation of maybe a bear, maybe a pig? Maria walked around, trying to figure it out. „And the first piece of my own hoard” he said proudly. He went on explaining about the stone itself, the complicated nature of sculpting in it and how young and absolutely confused the artist was when he offered an entire silver coin for it.

She watched him over the little statue’s pedestal. He was just as handsome as the first day she’d seen him, across the fire lake conjured for her and her brother’s safety. Unlike the Bear King, this man could have easily flown over the flames on his own. She was certain now that he knew the fire was an illusion. But he hadn’t... he’d just kept showing up every time she’d walk around the banks, trying to strike up conversation from afar...

In truth, that had been the wiser choice. Aside from his dashing human looks, his true shape, and the one he could fly in, sported a rather intimidating bouquet of heads. Each overflowed with fangs and horns, each able to spit some terrifying element, from fire to what looked like acid... Her heart would have abdicated, no question, if he’d just plopped right there, on her side of the bank, from the very start.

„Am I going in too much detail?” he paused, noticing her glance.

She had indeed lost focus for a second, but that was because he’d mentioned minerals and tools that she’d never heard of before. She already had a mental note to hit his library and look them up later.

A man-sized statue with many hands framed him from behind, sculpted so skillfully that she found herself expecting it to come to life at any moment. The sculptor’s name under it was the same as for the little nondescript animal they had been looking at.

„No, just enjoying the view...” she smiled. „I knew that your kind loved collecting things, but I had no idea how much meaning each of them holds...”

„Let me know when you tire, however...” he grinned, his back just a bit straighter, reaching for her waist. „I hear that your kind is rather short on patience...”

„You’re one to talk...” she scoffed, playfully. „This would have been maybe a day’s wait, at most, if you just waited for my brother to return...” she brazenly moved her hand in his general direction.

If she were anywhere but here, it would have been seen as outrageously improper. Instead, as soon as she started acting and speaking appropriately for her upbringing and gender, he’d started fretting about her health, as if she was hallucinating thanks to some illness. She was getting used to speaking her mind clearly, as of late. Saved her from being fed all the questionably healthy concoctions he kept bringing in, and she was starting to enjoy it too. 

„I still don’t get why I’m supposed to ask anyone other than you...” he snorted, gently brushing the edge of her chin. “It’s not like I’m marrying your bother.” he rolled his eyes ever so slightly…

„Still not married...” she giggled, putting her palm between their lips, as he leaned over to steal a kiss.

He’d been growing rather impatient in the past few days. While he did put up with her human traditions, it wasn’t without grumbling. In truth, she was starting to have second thoughts about keeping up with this too. After all, even with Ivan’s blessing, what priest or church would even agree to marry her to a dragon to begin with? Would money really make a difference? Despite being the Tsar, not ever her uncle would be caught alive publicly blessing a union like theirs…

Her brother was supposed to have arrived by now, she’d even left him a note... a bit rushed, true, but still... What was he doing?

The dragon kissed the line between her fingers and her palm instead, his breath warming the little space between them, making her question all human rites and traditions, and her own sanity along with them, as their eyes inevitably met. Her heart challenged the spirits of thunder, deafening against her ears.

“You really should wear more rings…” he purred.

She found herself questioning whether that thing called ‘virtue’ was really worth keeping… it was becoming harder and harder to remember what that word even meant, lately…

A loud knock restored sovereignty to her head… not without her heart kicking and screaming about it first.

“What is it?” he asked, his voice oscillating between pleasant and annoyed.

“There is a matter requiring your attention, at the gates…” a servants voice broke through the closed doors, just as Maria slipped out of his arms, straightening her dress.

Nobody was allowed in his hoard room without explicit permission which, according to the maids, had never been given. Everyone was supposed to speak clearly too, however, which was a bigger challenge for the newest hires, of which, currently, there was just one.

“Dmitry?” he sighed, heading for the doors.

“My liege!” the soldier bowed as he stepped out.

“Speak!” he commanded. “Use all of your words!”

Dmitry dared a glance towards Maria, who was just about to reach the door as well: if this matter required him to leave the room, visiting was clearly done for today.

“It shouldn’t take long…” the dragon turned as he noticed her approach as well. “You can look around some more if you want, tell me if you have any favorites.” he smiled sweetly, trying her heart again. “Maria, my love, all that is mine, is also yours…” he added before she could argue, her name sounding magical in his voice.

“We’re not married yet…” Maria sighed, irked at how she still had no name to call him by. It was so odd, referring to him as ‘the dragon’, but it was impossible for her human throat and mouth to reproduce the sound that he declared as his name. Despite his excitement at having her choose a name herself, she just couldn’t think of any that did him justice… All the names she could think were simply… not good enough.

He grumbled something about human customs again. As far as he was concerned, the entire event had already happened, when he asked her for a bridge to reach and marry her, and she cast said bridge. He’d even brought up crossing that bridge on his own two human feet, as if the sturdiness of her magic hold somehow matched her resolve. And she had to admit, she’d never cast anything as sturdy in her life before.

For a construction cast entirely out of a towel, it not only held, but it could have easily been mistaken for something built under the Tsar’s architects. If only she could brag to anyone about it too… Other than her nanny, who had taught her the basics and was still at the Tsar’s castle, nobody cared to listen… especially not Ivan.

The dragon had been the first man in her life not needing to be babied about her magical abilities. Even with her own brother, she had to give a nearby ox a voice and make it claim to be doing all the saving and the conjuring. If he would have thought even for a second that it was her casting, he’d have just surrendered to the Bear King right away…

Ivan never saw her as anything but a dainty little sister who needed protection against the entire world. Had he not gone out to hunt every other day, she might have ended up locked in the hut in the middle of the lake for God knew how long… Every time, she’d wait until he left before unlocking her room and going out exploring, up until the dog started wagging its tail, anticipating his return… Heaven forbid, him ever catching her talking to a man, too, even with the acre of lake between them… She was grateful for the care, but it really was too much, sometimes… Maybe, now that she was marrying a dragon, he’d finally get the peace to focus on his own duties as a prince.

“There is a man at the gates.” the soldier spoke again as the dragon motioned him to. “He is rather angry about something, or someone, being stolen from him… He’s also rambling about some dog?”

Maria perked up. This had to be Ivan.

“About time!” the dragon cheered up as well! “Let him in, treat him with most care, make sure his room is cleaned again and have the cook fire up the ovens and crack open the barrels, he knows which! We’re celebrating tonight!”

“He looks rather… hostile…” the soldier said, conflicted.

“Ah, yes… I’ve left room for some misunderstandings, apparently…” the dragon laughed drily.

“Let me talk to him first…” Maria offered. “I’m sure that he’ll calm down once he knows I’m safe and well.”

“Of course, my love. I’m sure you’re eager to catch up with him too. I will apologize for the matter with the key myself, however. It had been rather unnecessary of me to do that, indeed…” he nodded, then paused for a second before turning to the guard again. “Did he bring the dog along?”

He hadn’t…

That made for one less thing to fret over as they headed for the castle yard, to greet their long-awaited guest. They started with almost a skip in their step, but it gradually wore off as the reality of the situation dawned on them… There was plenty to regret, on both ends, about how they’ve left that hut in the middle of the lake… Hopefully, Ivan would be willing to listen…

…

He wasn’t.

As they stepped outside, the atmosphere crashed hard on them. Not only was Ivan refusing all hospitality, but he kept his sword unsheathed, glaring at whomever would dare even shift their weight towards him. His expression only changed once he noticed Maria, but even then, it was short lived, as his eyes fell on the dragon.

He wasted no time before rushing him with his sword.

“I don’t think this is helping…” Maria held onto the dragon on pure instinct as he grabbed her and jumped away from Ivan’s slicing blade. “Let me go to him! He won’t harm me.”

“You go to him once his sword is sheathed and no earlier.” the dragon hissed, moving once again away from Ivan’s reach. “I have never seen a reasonable man behave this way, and I will not risk your life like that.”

The guards moved to block her brother, but he shook them off easily: he was a skilled swordsman, after all. It did give the dragon time to shift, however, and carry her to what he considered safety, which, in typical dragon fashion, was a tower… all the way in the southern garden.

“Throw this at him!” she handed him her handkerchief as he went to face her brother once more. She had no time to explain what it would do. A cry of pain let them know that Ivan had started hurting the people in his way, and the dragon took off in a rush.

She watched him fly away, his seven heads bumping into each other, as if having a disagreement, which they probably did… It was something that she had yet to wrap her only head around: how he could function as one person, in human shape, and seven minds, as a dragon. They all seemed to agree that they liked her, but she wasn’t sure if they also agreed on how to show it. How many of those minds were willing to capture Ivan unharmed? Could he even be captured when he became like this?

Ah, if only she could wield a sword!

‘Swords are men’s toys…’ her nanny used to laugh. ‘They go around, waving them around at the world, as if they bring anything but fear and pain…’

She could feel them both right now… the fear, and the pain… her heart ached as the dragon… her dragon roared and her brother bellowed. She couldn’t see a thing from the tower: the entire castle fenced her view like an overbearing mother hen. Here too…

Every single moment of her life, she’d been nothing but someone to protect, to care for, to keep away from any possible harm. Whether it was her brother, her cousins, her servants, and now, her dragon too…

Not even her nanny would leave her be, even when she’d insisted to learn at least protective spells… All she was willing to teach her was how to animate and change animals and objects, to various stages between illusion and reality.

When she’d summoned that lake, it had been the greatest day of her life, and it was still hard to remember how exactly had she done it, in fact… All she remembered was how tired and absolutely done with being chased around she was, especially as the ox under her spell started wearing thin, under the relentless Bear King’s pursuit.

Her dragon roared again. No, that was not a roar. He sounded hurt…

Of course, the fight was not fair. He was trying to capture Ivan without harming him, while Ivan had no reason to restrain himself, at all. There was no way that this would end up well… She had to go down there now!

The trap door under her feet unlocked easily enough, but it still took some time. It led into another room, closed with yet another trap door… if this was how this entire tower was, it would take too long to leave it. She had to find another way, and fast.

There was straw and rope in the second room… it would do. She grabbed a few handfuls of each and got to working as fast as her fingers could keep up. Blood stained the straw as she worked the ties tight and the rope cut through her skin, but she paid it no mind: if anything, it seemed to help the enchantment entwine faster along.

Another pained growl resonated through the castle yard…

“Come on…” she urged the little straw doll, blowing some of her own life into it. She’d have to slay a couple of rabbits to get it back later, but they had plenty of those around the place…

The enchantment caught and the doll flapped its straw and rope wings, pushing its head placeholder ahead, as if trying to screech. No sound came out, since there was no mouth, and the doll turned its faceless head towards her in a mute complaint.

“I’ll finish you later, with emeralds for eyes and steel for a beak!” she promised. “I’ll even make your wings out of leather and your feet of iron!” she added, as the doll seemed to consider her offer.

It accepted, flapping its wings and rising to the air outside the window. She had to climb the sill to reach it, but she was planning to leave that way all the same…

The distance to the ground seemed thrice as large, now that it was right under her feet. She took a deep breath.

“There’s nobody else who can finish you, so you better make sure I reach the ground unharmed!” she warned, before letting go of the windowsill and grabbing entirely on the doll.

A building crashed in the distance, horses neighing in distress…

She jumped, her fingers digging deep within the straw. She really, really, really should have thought about putting something sturdier in it and even some handles…

She cried in regret and terror as the doll threatened to come apart under her weight, way, way, way too high above the ground.

Flames burst alive under her fingers, setting the doll ablaze, and her hands with it. That was the last thing she needed right now. She prayed to any gods or spirits that might be listening, tears sizzling against the burning flesh, straw and rope, as she started plummeting towards the ground with increasing speed. Her fingers wanted to let go, but her mind forced them gripping for as long as possible, fighting for survival.

There was no telling, with the terror and pain, how long she’d been in the air, by the time her dragon slid backwards into view, avoiding a raging Ivan once more. She realized too late that she was screaming aloud, as her dragon turned all seven heads towards her, mirroring her despair.

He shouldn’t have. The cost for looking away from his opponent was too steep.

Seeing nothing but his target, Ivan closed the distance between them and sliced through the nearest head, cutting it clean off. It didn’t even have time to understand what was going on as it tumbled to the ground, under the horrified eyes of Maria and the six remaining heads. It tried to scream as pain registered at last, but there were no lungs to carry any sound.

“NO!” she yelled, but her voice didn’t carry either, a dull screech filling the air around her instead, fire licking at her face like flapping wings, as she found herself turned in the air and dropped right where she wanted: between her brother and her dragon.

The fire didn’t burn any longer. She barely had any time to register letting go of a flame shaped vaguely like a bird, before her eyes landed on her brother, who watched her, not with recognition, but measuring, as if assessing whether she was an obstacle or not.

“STOP THIS INSTANT, IVAN!” she yelled.

He barely spared her another glance before rushing her dragon once more… of course…

Cold realization dawned on her as she pulled off her one ring, waiting for him to stop in his track just for a moment. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her abilities, or that he was protective of her. He didn’t listen nor see her… ever. Her voice carried, he always nodded when she spoke and seemed to hear her words, looked her way, but he never listened to her. Nobody did, not even her dragon… although at least he saw her.

“HALT!” she commanded, throwing her ring at him. It hit the ground instead of his body, but it was close enough for the enchantment to work anyway, wrapping around his legs and throwing him entirely off balance, a loud, bony sound telling of a chin hitting the ground and teeth crushing against each other.

“YOU TOO!” she barked as the dragon, who was coiling to strike, overcome with pain and anger. “Did you even TRY to use that handkerchief I gave you?” she glared, her arms to her hips. To his credit, all remaining heads froze in their track, looking sheepish. Half of them were still angry, the other half were throwing her bewildered glances. Neither dared say a thing. She didn’t risk looking at the seventh head, lest her anger gave way to sorrow.

She stomped to her brother before he could come out of the falling daze, stepping on his wrist as he was still gripping the sword, ready to swing it once more.

“It’s all about these blasted things with you, every time!” she pressed her weight on her foot until he finally let go and she could remove the cursed sword out of his reach. “Weapons, fighting, hunting… never talking, never listening… Here! All yours!” she threw it to the bird-shaped flame as it hovered nearby, faceless but eager, like a puppy waiting by their master’s table. “Steel for your beak and leather for your feathers.”

The bird caught the sword with its body and soon enough, it’s screech went sharp and painfully vibrant. She’d expected it to store it, but it could build itself up instead… That was unheard of, but she wasn’t going to complain now…

“Give me iron!” the bird spoke. “Give me emeralds! And more leather!”

“I will, as promised!” she nodded, stepping on Ivan’s back and reaching for the remainder of his weapons.

He tried to shake her off, as she used the dagger to cut off his sheathe belt and his quiver.

“Halt! Yee of ears that do not hear!” the bird screeched and Ivan moved to cover his ears instead of fighting her off. No… he touched them, as if trying to see if they were still there.

“Did you take it?” Maria glared at the bird. It was hard to say if it noticed anything other than her tone, with just a beak on its face. “His hearing?”

“What use does he make of it anyway?” the bird cawed coldly.

“Return it!” she commanded.

“As you wish…” the bird scoffed.

“Unhand me, wench! What have you done to my sister?” Ivan sneered from under her knee, as his hearing returned without a sign, not even a glimmer of magic.

“I have always been your sister, you oaf!” Maria pulled at the hair in the back of his head in anger, like she always did, since they were kids. Only now it wasn’t about a biscuit he wouldn’t share, so she pulled a lot harder, until some hair snapped under her grip.

“No… you can’t be!” he sounded outraged, but unsure.

“Here! A bonus! Use them for your nest or something…” she threw her earrings and the entire quiver, brimming with arrows, at the bird, watching its wings spread wider as it consumed everything. “That fence is made of iron. Take its gate…” she pointed. She’d handle the apologies later.

“My sister… she would never…” Ivan almost sounded as wailing.

“Right, your dainty and demure sister…” she hissed, stepping off him after making double sure that he had no more weapons. “Maybe you should have thought of me before trying to kill my boyfriend…”

She dared look at the fallen head at last, her heart breaking loudly in her ears.

“I can help, master!” the bird hopped by her, pushing its head under her arm, like a puppy, looking to comfort her, watching her with many eyes made of more gems than just the emeralds from her earrings. Ivan must have hidden his gem stash in the quiver again. “Give me one more part of you, and I will bring you the Water of Life and the Water of Death before you know it!”

She looked at the bird. It was smart… too smart for a doll made of straw and rope, even if she counted the blood too… Whatever was animating it, it was no longer her life behind it, but something old and knowledgeable… She wondered what the cost for its name would be…

“Would an arm do?” she asked, looking at her hands, deaf to the chorus of protests that the dragon’s heads broke into, at her words. Ugly scars stretched all across, halfway up to the elbows, as if she’d burned not just a few minutes, but many years ago. She didn’t need both of them to cast, and she could always build herself a replacement, with enough time and dedication…

“You already gave me your blood, flesh and tears…” the bird said. “And I have no need for your bones. Steel and iron are better.” it cackled proudly.

The dragon almost lost it when she moved the negotiation to her eyes, tongue, ears…

“You’d give your eyes for that?” Ivan was outraged.

“That is your brother-in-law, so I’d watch my tongue if I were you!” Maria was livid. “What were you even thinking? Coming into someone’s house and…” she swallowed, unable to finish the sentence. “If you were raised in a cave, you’d still have better manners than this!” she took her handkerchief as a concerned dragon head reached over her shoulder, gently.

“Give me your hair.” the bird said, its many eyes measuring her with sharp intelligence. “A strand is enough…”

“We’re fine…” the dragon head on her shoulder said carefully, swallowing often as to avoid blowing ice on her while it spoke. “There’s still six of us…”

“It must be a long journey, and I’d rather you return faster than later.” Maria ignored it, untying her hair. The iron pins, that the maids had so carefully put in it this morning, became food for the bird too, since she wouldn’t be needing any for a while ahead… “Take it…” she held most of it out for the bird to cut it, with its new sharp steel beak.

It didn’t wait for a second invitation, taking off with the hair without another word. Whatever she had brought to life, it knew what it was doing.

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“Are you both sure that this is enough?” she asked the bird as it returned with two heads on its body: one carrying the Water of Life in its beak, the other, the Water of Death.

“You just wait a little longer, master… It would have worked it I just brought a single drop, even.” the head who brought the Water of Death spoke proudly as the other one just nodded, focusing on not swallowing their delivery.

They had realigned the head to the neck, but it seemed to be taking forever. The other six heads dozed in a semblance of patience on the floor, his tail slapping against the ground like a mildly annoyed cat.

“Where is your belligerent sibling?” the idle head asked, looking around the hallway.

A couple of days had passed since the fight, and the place was going through repairs already. Her dragon was getting rather hissy about not being allowed to turn to human, but if he did, the now reattaching neck would have disappeared entirely, according to the head maid, who seemed more knowledgeable about dragons than even the dragon himself.

“On his way home.” she said, checking the head for the twentieth time. “I’ve had a talk with my uncle and we agreed that Ivan’s not to touch any weapons again until he learns manners.”

“The Tsar agreed?” the bird’s many eyes glinted with interest.

“Of course.” Maria stood tall. “Hard to disagree with a sorceress who can put a curse on your bloodline at any time, since she carries it around within herself… especially after she set fire to your entire garden from three kingdoms away.”

“But nobody can cast fire that far…” the bird leaned its head, looking intrigued.

“You know that, and I know that… my uncle doesn’t…” she winked. “Alright… bring the Water of Life!” she rushed the bird closer, the other heads popping up from the floor like flowers in spring.

“How will you know if the Tsar keeps his word?” the birds second head spoke as soon as the Water of Life spilled over the lifeless head.

“The same way that I set his garden on fire…” she grinned mysteriously, looking at the nearby mirror. Her nanny’s face reflected on its surface for just a moment, a proud smirk blooming in her cheeks as she went on with her daily royal servant chores.

The bird’s many eyes blinked, looking her over with growing amusement, a laughter erupting from its burning body as the two heads rejoined into one.  

“I answered you out of a whim.” it said, wiping at its many eyelids as if it had teared up. “But it looks like I’ll be having the time of my life, in your service, Sorceress Maria.” it leaned into a deep bow. Its iron feet clinked against the stone floor as it took off, cackling as it circled around the hall in merry acrobatics.

“That was quite a nap I took…” the head next to her spoke, blinking drowsily as it moved against her arm for the first time in days.

“You would have napped long and hard if my canary wasn’t here to help…” she kissed his forehead.

“Me next!” said one head.

“Me next!” the others echoed in turn.

“Hmm… Canary…” the bird mused, flying over the heads as Maria took turns, kissing each and every forehead. “I like that! I’ll be that!” it chirped right by her ear, landing as the cutest fire-orange Canary that she had ever seen.

It’s eyes were black and beady, like one of her nanny’s expertly made dolls, but if you didn’t look too closely, you could easily mistake it for a regular bird.

“Well, find yourself somewhere else to perch… This shoulder, along with its owner, has a lot of catching up to do with one, very impatient dragon…” her dashing human-shaped dragon chased it away, pulling Maria to his arms. He’d waited as much as his last dragon forehead getting kissed before turning, no more.

“Isn’t impatience something of my kind?” she teased, moving her arms around his neck. A thin line stretched right across his right collarbone, almost invisible.

“I can admit when I’m proven wrong…” he huffed against her lips, hovering, just about to touch them with his own, but not quite.

She closed the distance, their noses bumping into each other. She chuckled with him, but didn’t pull away, tilting her head just enough to avoid repeating the impact. His lips were just as soft as she’d imagined, and she indulged in exploring their every corner. She wasn’t sure what else to do, but by the amused look in his eyes, it was clear that it this wasn’t quite it.

“I didn’t get your brother’s blessing” he teased, pulling away.

“Ah, it’s not like you’re marrying my brother too…” she rolled her eyes, ever so slightly.

And they lived happily ever after…

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Thank you for reading all the way through my little story. I hope you enjoyed it!

This is the first story that I ever made public, so I am a little nervous.

If you have any suggestions or know any guides that could help my writing improve, please feel free to let me know.

#dragon shifter #dragon #romance #writers on tumblr #fantasy #fairy tales #fairy tale retelling #girl power #cinnamoroll #magic #writing #jackie zen clean stories #jacke zen shorts

[puppetmaster13u]

Slowly rotating DC as dragons, but right now I'm mostly rotating the bafamily as ones. Like the family line was cursed to turn into dragons similar to a few of the older werewolf myths, and Bruce finds out that the magic includes adoption as part of the family line. Eventually one could learn how to change at will, turn the curse into a blessing, but when they're younger it's practically a nightly thing. Heck, maybe there's like one week or day every year where they're stuck as a dragon no matter what.

Bruce has... used this to his advantage when he starts doing vigilante work. Hands are useful at times yes, but there's also times where being a giant wyvern is useful.

#batman au #batman #dc #dcu #cryptid batfam #dragons #dragon #batfam #batfamily #bruce wayne #dragon shifter #prompts #writing prompts #It'd be hilarious if problems arise when JL forms because they don't realize the dragon & batman is the same being when they try to recruit #B is laughing so hard when they leave #There's definitely conspiracy boards everywhere online lol #Tim Drake when the curse takes hold: My time has come :) #Jarro ends up becoming a sea dragon and he's so excited #The robins start with feathers and lose them #Tim is a literal drake (wingless dragon) but he might have multiple limbs lol #Cass deserves to be a shadowy serpentine eastern dragon #Damian is also a wyvern #Jason is a western dragon me thinks (maybe hydra what with the pit rage trying to take control) #Also guarding an entrance to the underworld imagery #Steph and Dick both keep some feathers probably lol #idk what do yall think

[kindcannibalism]

Did y’all know my birthday is in a few days?

#my art #manga #anime #artists on tumblr #digital art #fanart #my ocs #dragon shifter #monster oc #monster fucker #monster original character #dragon oc

[uncelebratedjuvenescence]

Toni again….

A quick full model sketch I know plain standing poses are boring but I love getting the full design sketched and colored 💕

Idk about the red + maroon accents but I kinda like em (never understood why goths and alt characters in tv shows always had that pop of color but I think I understand now….it was to probably help them stand out more…)

He’s a metalhead like Rynn and a dragon destined to protect the fae

His tattoos turned out pretty well, and yes they do have meaning…

#my ocs #my art #tmarie art #Toni #black artists on tumblr #drawing while black #black history month #dragon #dragon shifter #Antonio #Kevin cardoza #faeryn #magical girl #concept art #character design

[ibrithir-was-here]

Tada! Very fun commission for the lovely @scifrey for her upcoming book “Nine-Tenths” a super cute fantasy romance set in the fan favorite of all Tumblr writers-the coffee shop. It’s got pining bisexuals, charming Welsh dragon guys and a heck of a Meet Awkward xD

The book is dropping on Wattpad on January 13th and you should 1000% check it out!

#my art #commission #other people’s awesome writing #JM Frey #scifrey #queer romance #dragon romance #dragon shifter #shapeshifter #coffee shop #coffee shop aesthetic #wales #welsh dragon #fantasy romance #mlm #mlm romance #mlm relationship #queer fantasy #original character #original book #original novel #fantasy novel #romance novel #expresso machine #cuz it was fun to draw xD #coffe shop au

[lazymonth]

A little AU I'm making long ago now but forgot to mention about it. Not a big AU just some thought focus on Mysteleon 🤭. " The dragon shifter AU"

The dragon shifter is dragons that can shapeshift into humans but for spicy I keep some of the dragon part when they're shapeshifting. In the dragon form they will be massive but in human form they're around 7ft

Now for Cham and Mysterio

Chameleon looks like a classic dragon with white skin and tail shape like a chameleon meanwhile Beck has a base design on the serpent Illusion from TSSM ( and his long red hair make it look like his cape too! )

Oh yah, this AU has a medieval setting

#marvel #spider man #au #mysterio #quentin beck #chameleon #dmitri smerdyakov #dragon #dragon shifter #fantasy au #procreate #procreateart #procreatedrawing #drawing

[m-jelly]

Hi Jelly ❤️

Can I please request a smut one shot with dragon hybrid Levi, where he’s your lover and you find him going into a rut for the first time? 👉👈

Thank youuuu!!!

So using your banner for this @ladycheesington &lt;3

Hot scales

Levi x fem!Reader

Alternative universe, being a couple, hybrid Levi, dragon Levi, romance, fluff, smut, monster-like body, monster dick, oral, rut, talks of mating, talks of breeding, unprotected sex, aftercare.

Levi is facing his first rut with you as a couple. He's a little scared of how his body looks and his deep hunger to mate, but you soothe him and show him just how much you love him.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

Levi panted heavily in the shower, but the cold water did nothing to stop the primal desires inside him. For a while, he'd been taking suppressants and increased them when you two became a couple. You were the love of his life and he didn't want to scare you off. You loved him for everything he was and more. You loved his scales and his dragon side, but it still scared him being fully dragon with you.

When Levi's rut consumed him he changed a little physically. He lifted his hands, which would softly caress your body as he made love to you, and saw claws instead with black scales with a neon deep red under. The black and red scales consumed both his arms.

Levi pushed his wet hair back between his horns which were black at the base and slowly became red. He snarled a moment to show his four slightly sharp fangs on the top row of teeth. Scales decorated his body and framed it in a way that showed off his muscular physic. His long tail flicked in the shower as he thought about your body and how delicious it would look all wet.

He groaned and slammed his hand against the wall. He looked down at his thick throbbing cock and groaned. His cock was thick, black and red, with a pointed tip and pleasurable bumps running along the length. He watched it twitch with the need to be deep inside you.

"Levi!" You opened the bathroom door a little. "Do you want some soup for dinner? I can make it fresh and even the bread."

Levi moaned your name. "Come here."

You slipped into the bathroom. "Are you okay?"

"I just need you."

You sniffed the air. "Oh, it smells really good in here." You moaned a little at the intoxicating scent that was coming from Levi. "Mm, is that you?"

Levi slammed the shower door open as he panted heavily. "I can't hold back anymore."

You gasped as you took in Levi's body. "Levi."

"I know, I'm a monster."

You shivered as a pleasure burned through you. "N-no, far from it. Y-You look...so...sexy." You sank to your knees. "Can I touch?"

He looked down at you as you reached for his throbbing erection. "Y-Yes."

You wrapped your hand around him and moaned in delight. "So hot." You nibbled your lip. "Your cum is gold." You swiped his precum leaking from his tip.

Levi gripped the edges of the door as you slowly sank your mouth down on him. He panted heavily as your sucked and moved your tongue over him. He purred in delight as the attention he craved was feeding his rut. However, he wanted his cock to be inside your pussy. He wanted to fuck you so deeply and pour his dragon seed into you. He wanted to breed you like a good girl.

You popped his cock from his mouth and sighed. "So hot. I like how warm you are."

Levi lightly grabbed your neck and pulled you to your feet as you moaned in delight. "I want to be inside you. I want to feel you from the inside. I want to fuck you hard and passionately. I want to breed you and mate with you." He panted and moved you. "Can we mate?"

You caressed Levi's cock making him whimper. "Take me to bed. Make love to me. Breed me. Mate with me. Fill me with your cum."

Levi threw you over his shoulder and growled. "I'll fuck all of my cum into you. Every last drop will be buried deep inside you." He threw you onto the bed making you gasp. "Such a pretty thing. You were made to be fucked and bred by me." He grabbed your shorts and underwear and ripped them off you. "Look at your cute pussy. You're dripping wet for me. You want me to breed you."

You shivered at his words. "Yes."

Levi licked his lips with his long dragon tongue that was forked just a little at the end. He ran his clawed hands up your thighs. He pushed them against your body and moaned as he gazed at your glistening lips and vagina. "A delicious meal for me."

You reached down between your legs and gripped Levi's horns tightly. You threw your head back as pleasure fired through you. Levi's tongue was moving around your clit and caressing it. He took it into his mouth and moved his tongue against you. Your toes squeezed up tightly as pleasure consumed you.

Levi flicked his gaze up to your face, his pupils became slits as his rut took over. He wanted you to feel nothing but pleasure. He growled when you yanked on his horns and bucked against his face. He squeezed your thighs tightly as his tongue moved faster. He could hear from your pants and moans you were close.

You yanked Levi's horns hard and cried out when you felt the snap of euphoria go through you. You squeaked as Levi's tongue dove deep into you so he could take all of your cum. You pulled on Levi's horns to try and pull him from you. You blushed hard when he leaned up with his lips and tongue glistening from you.

You tried to close your legs, but Levi had a firm grip on you. "Levi."

He crawled up the bed and kept your legs pressed against your body. He growled at you. "Mate. I need to mate with you."

You whimpered as he humped you causing his cock to slide up and down the outside of your pussy. "Le-Levi, you're missing." You reached down and pressed his cock down. You knew he was consumed by passion and the need to mate that he was just moving his hips with desire. "Levi."

He shifted his hips and growled. "Forgive me." He plunged his cock deep into you and moaned in delight. He leaned over you and gripped the sheets on the bed. "Your pussy is incredible. I want to always be inside you."

You blushed. "That'd be perfect."

He dragged his nails down and ripped the sheet to ribbons with his dragon-clawed hands. He opened his mouth and latched onto the crook of your neck as if he were an animal pinning its mate. His hips slapped hard against yours. His bumpy hot cock rammed into your pussy at a ravaging pace. The room filled with the sounds of his wet body slapping against yours and his thick cock dragging in and out of your pussy.

You wrapped your legs around Levi and linked them together. You held him close to you and clung to his back. You purred in delight as his pelvis stimulated your clit. You were overwhelmed by the pleasure that Levi was sending through your body. You cried out and let the tears run down your cheeks a little. You squeezed your toes tightly as you felt your coil tightening.

You panted. "Le-Levi."

Levi released your neck and crashed his lips against yours. He nipped your lip before pushing his long hot tongue into your mouth. You hummed in delight as Levi showered you with passionate love. You felt yourself slipping into bliss, your mind and body becoming pure mush. You felt so deeply connected to the man making love to you right now.

He released your lips and panted. "Mine. You are mine. You are no one elses. Mine." He bucked into you. "All mine."

You dug your nails into Levi's back. "I love you."

Levi's heart skipped a beat. At hearing your words of love, he started to buck harder and faster into you. He tapped his forehead against yours. "I love you. You're mine. You're all mine." He moaned as he pressed his cock in as deep as possible, his tip piercing your cervix to get to your womb. "I need to cum inside you. I need to breed your pretty pussy. Fill your womb with my cum."

"Levi. Fill me." Your legs shook as you felt your coil tighten. "A-Ah!" You cried out as you felt your coil snap. "Fuck." You arched your back and threw your head back as your coil snapped and an incredible body-shaking orgasm ripped through you. "Ah!"

Levi bit the crook of your neck and he bucked harder. He slammed him as deep as possible and whimpered as his cum poured into you. He pulled back from your neck. "Ha, ha, ha, mm."

You gasped at how hot his cum was as it poured into you. "So hot."

Levi released your legs and pressed his body against yours. "More." He kissed you roughly before kneeling up and holding your hips. "I have to breed you. I need to." His forked tongue slipped out of his mouth and ran over his lips. "Your pussy and womb must be always filled with my cum."

You reached down, grabbed his arms and screamed out in pleasure as Levi pounded into you. You looked down at yourself and felt yourself flush red at seeing Levi's dragon cock ramming in and out of you. Each bump on his thick cock sent a little pop of pleasure. As soon as you looked up at Levi you could see he was smirking making you feel very flustered.

Levi adored how flustered you seemed from him catching you looking. He gripped your hips tighter. "I know, my love. Your pussy looks so good taking my cock. We were made for each other. Lovers for eternity."

You dug your nails into his arms as he kept bucking into you. You could feel your breasts slowly bouncing out of your bra. Levi was in such a heated passion to make love to you that your shirt and bra were still on. You shifted your legs on the bed and started grinding your hips against Levi.

"Good girl. Look at you moving your hips. You like me breeding you, right?" He swished his tail. "You want more of my cum?"

You nodded. "Please. Use me for your rut. Breed me as much as you want. I love it."

Levi growled and pumped himself into you faster. He snarled as his rut made his skin prickle. His desire to have you consumed him all over again as he got closer to cumming again. He just wanted to keep going. Male dragon hybrids during their ruts could cum multiple times and fuck for hours to mate and breed with the person they loved.

Your body shook as another orgasm ripped through you. "Levi!"

Levi plunged in deep and came hard once again. He panted and stared at your pelvis and imagined what it looks like to see his cum fill you up. "Mm." He dragged his hard twitching cock out of you and panted. "More."

You rolled your tired body over onto your stomach. "I c-can only g-go one more r-round."

Levi crawled up the bed and kissed up your back slowly. "Of course, my love."

You whimpered as Levi's cock slid into your sensitive pussy. "Levi."

He looped his arm under your armpit and held your shoulder. He pressed his body against yours as his other hand entwined with yours. His extra hot breath heated up your neck making your hair stand on end. He made something burn within you by holding you the way he did. He was cradling you in his arms as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

He moved his cock slowly and deeply into you. He made sure he could feel every inch of you and you of him. He nuzzled the crook of your neck as he kept moving his hips. He moaned as he felt his cum moving around inside you. He pressed his hips making your plump bum squish against his pelvis.

You turned your head and gazed at Levi. You clenched around his cock and squeezed his hand too. "I love you." You welled up and smiled at him. "I love you so much."

Levi kissed you sweetly. "I love you too. I love you more than anything. My world, my mate, my love, mine."

The two of you kept kissing as Levi moved deep within you. He smiled against your lips as his heart was overflowing with love. He had feared that you would not accept this form and that his rut would scare you. You had accepted Levi with open arms and were in pleasure-filled bliss as he made love to you.

You parted from Levi's lips and panted. "I'm close."

Levi released your hand, pushed it under your body and began playing with your bundle of nerves. "Let me help you feel it one last time."

You squeezed his cock hard. "A-ah." You gripped the bed tightly. "F-Fuck." You gasped as your eyes rolled back into your head. "I'm...ngh..."

Levi's pur from you massaging his cock with your orgasm soon turned into a growl. He slammed his hands against the bed and bit your shoulder hard as a thick hot load pumped deep into you. He gave you everything he had left within him.

You hummed as your body tingled. "Warm."

Levi hugged you tightly and began kissing your back all over. "I love you. I love you so much. You're incredible."

You smiled weakly at Levi. "Did I help you through your rut?"

"You did perfectly. Thank you." He dragged his cock out of you and lay on his side next to you. "My precious love." He pulled you into his arms. "You're perfection."

You gazed at him as he massaged his claws into your hair. "You're the perfect one."

Levi lifted you in his arms and took you to the shower. He turned on the shower and sat with you as he cleaned you up. "Let me take care of you."

You gazed up at him as you blushed. "Thank you. You're so sweet to me. You always take care of me all the time."

He covered your face in kisses before wrapping you up and drying you. He put you into comfy clothes and sat you on the sofa. He gave you a drink and some snacks. He showered your face in more kisses and smiled sweetly as his tail wrapped around you and held you tightly.

You hummed a laugh as you ate and drank. "I think you ripped up our bedsheets."

"Mm, I did. I'll get nice ones on them." He squeezed you. "Can I get you anything else?"

"I'm great. I don't need anything else."

He kept his tail around you as he massaged your thighs. "I'll massage."

You giggled. "Thank you." He squealed in delight as he nuzzled the crook of your neck. "You're so cute and cuddly."

He gazed at you with wide pupils. He purred a little and nipped your neck. "Love you."

You hummed a laugh. "I love you too."

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Baki Fantasy AU Art: Day 12

The finale of this series has finally arrived and I’ve been saving on of your favorite characters for last. That’s right it’s time to see the dragon emperor himself Kaoru Hanayama! Loved giving this guy dragon wings and horns because it makes this big boy feel even bigger.

I had a lot of fun doing this series, especially after not drawing for fun in almost 6-7 months. Thank you @yandere-writer-momo for your ideas and support! And thank you to all of those who’ve liked my art this far! You’ve helped to motivate me to make more (and believe me, there will be more). I hope to bring more of your suggestions to life in the future so feel free to send any ideas you have my way!

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