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Sundew x m!SeaWing!Reader x Willow

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At first you were Willow’s friend, as you’ve been friends with her during the first year of the Pyhrria and Pantala union. First meeting along a small cliff shoreline of Pantala as Willow admired the blooming ice plants before taking notice of the out-of-place SeaWing amongst them, pressing a couple flowers into a journal.

“Hello,” Willow greets.

With a surprised jolt, he turned to regard her. “Hi!” he enthusiastically replied.

You made introductions with each other, excited to see a new dragon. When Willow asked about the journal, you explained that you were just collecting samples as you have a fascination with plants.

From there that was the common ground that brought you both to continue seeing each other after the first encounter. These meetings were comparing notes to simple adventuring to find see what you can find on the way, the two dragons found ways to always see one another. Sometimes other friends are welcomed but they enjoyed the solo times better.

Willow finds the SeaWing’s language to be another intriguing thing to her, always so thrilled to see his stripes glow. (Y/n) proudly showed them off to her whenever she asked, in turn finding her calm demeanor charming.

It wasn’t long before you met Sundew as well, being Willow’s girlfriend of course, she was eager to show her off. Upon finding out that she has the ability to talk to plants made (Y/n)’s jaw drop and eager of course.

You all were always excited to exchange continental botany, both of land and sea. The sea always gave you such interesting specimens to discover and show the LeafWings. When Sundew spoke to the SeaWing’s “pet” anemone, she described it as cohesive blubbering and slimy.

But Sundew seems more interested in the spooky details about the ocean, finding most of the things told not to be true despite being seen by dragon eyes until she started listening to the plants. She respected you for living in the scariest part of the entire world.

At least during her prickly days, Sundew can take out her energy on you in a friendly bout. While Willow doesn’t totally agree with these methods, she was convinced after overseeing a few of your fights.

During your time together, of course there is flirting between Sundew and Willow however, their relationship was enduring in your eyes. It’s always good to see love flourish anywhere. And it makes for great material to use to egg them with.

Bumblebee is a whole different story. Her first introduction was loud.

“SEEWIG!” she declared very and pulled the most grumpiest face you’ve ever seen on a dragonet. “AHWAY!”

Giving a hissing spat before retreating to the golden-flecked LeafWing, leaving the older dragons with wide expressions.

Apparently her encounter with Tsunami left a bad taste of SeaWing for Bumblebee, now reluctant to meet her guardians’ friend.

“It’s quite alright and I get it,” you chuckled. “Meeting new dragons is scary!”

“We let her know you were coming,” Sundew assured, glancing at the dragonet using her to hide.

“Come on, Bumblebee. (Y/n) is a very nice SeaWing. He loves plants like us and explores the ocean all the time,” Willow tries to encourage.

You took out your journal and a couple charcoal pencils, placing them on a nearby table.

“Would you like to draw in my book? I bet you’re an amazing artist!” you spur to Bumblebee.

That got her attention as the HiveWing dragonet peeks her head to see the blank pages and the potential for its creativity. With a look of approval from the LeafWings, Bumblebee sheepishly steps up to the table. You began to doodle on your side of the paper: starting with a welcoming jellyfish, adding a school of simple fishes around it.

“Wha dat?” Bumblebee points to it.

“A jellyfish, and these are just some fish,” you explained.

“Feesh!” she perked. “Lub feesh!”

“Me too!” you agreed. “I really like salmon. What’s your favorite fish to eat?”

Bumblebee made an extensive list of things (not just fish) that she enjoys to eat, but your dragonet talk was not very good and only got half the things she told you, however went along with her tirade. She doodles along with you, consisted of messy scribbles of Pantalan dragons, animals and bugs and even a couple of scavengers – humans.

The LeafWings watched them interact with each other, gently smiling as the older SeaWing would encourage and answer Bumblebee’s myriad of curious questions, even if it was vague. At least now they have another dragon they trust to watch Bumblebee. Maybe sneak out on more dates with this newfound opportunity.

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Now whenever you went to see their family, Bumblebee was more excited to see you, more so she can see what kind of weird sea snack you brought for the HiveWing dragonet. Today was a large strip of sweet eel jerky. Once it was in her mouth, her eyes grew so large they almost popped out of her skull.

“GOO NOMS!” Bumblebee all but shrieked. “Googie neets!”

The adults laugh at her reaction as they greet each other, giving Willow a hug as Sundew smiled at you.

“We are so glad you came over today, (Y/n),” Willow says.

“Likewise,” (Y/n) tells her. “And I found this kind of kelp–“

“You’re all work and no play sometimes,” huffed Sundew. “We have something for you and I can’t wait to see your face.”

Brows lifting in curiosity, you request, “I am very intrigued, do show.”

She guides you towards the kitchen.

Bumblebee skitters away suddenly in a flurry of scrambling talons to a different part of their home. Only mildly confused, your trio continue their journey to the small kitchen area, walls covered in edible herbs and food bearing plants. And there on the counter was a simple green cake, atop the icing were several colorful pansies decorating it, of all things.

Before you could ask about it, the LeafWings shout in unison:

“Happy Hatching Day, (Y/n)!”

This left you utterly flabbergasted for a moment, mainly because it’s impossible, taking a moment to remember the current date.

“W-what? How did you even know?” you splutter.

Sundew was smirking at your (predictably) shocked face. “Willow did all the brilliant math and figured it out.”

“That’s brilliant all right!” you praise. “I didn’t even know it was today.”

Willow herself smiles sheepishly. “It was nothing. I just got bored and curious then saw how close it was so we decided to do something nice for you.”

“This is more than nice, it’s wonderful! Thank you two so much. I haven’t celebrated my hatching day in years because of the war and then it kinda slipped my mind and forgot I guess.” You were overjoyed by the surprise, grinning from horn to horn.

“Now let’s eat the cake we totally-did-not-buy,” Sundew enthused, already eyeing it.

“But where’s –?” The question was answered by a thundering of dragonet feet as Bumblee launches herself into the kitchen, almost slamming into your wide tail.

“Ookl Seewig! I’s drewed a curd for Seewing hathday,” Bumblebee proudly presented her gift. A card with every color to exist scribbled upon the paper until it was no longer white. The words scrawled inside were (of course) unintelligible but the dragons inside were recognizable enough to make your heart melt nonetheless.

“Awe! I love it Bumblebee, it’s the best gift in the world,” you told her.

The black and yellow HiveWing buzzed happily to make her grownup friend so pleased for his present.

“Me bestest, I’s noses,” she acknowledged sassily.

The dragons chuckle before slicing into the cake at last (Bumblebee given the first piece to keep the peace).

Even if (Y/n) hasn’t had cake many times in his life, he knew that this was the best tasting one in the world.

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Blue x Blind!HiveWing!Reader

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Blue was coming back from school with Luna, when he noticed a HiveWing stumbling about on the street, mumbling apologizes as they went. Something was obviously wrong with this HiveWing as it appeared they were intentionally wearing a black and gold colored veil over their face. The veil seemed to prevent them from seeing perhaps.

“Why are they going all over the place?” Luna said, sounding annoyed by the ridiculous behavior. “Maybe they’re drunk.”

“Or maybe they need help,” Blue offered instead, mind already racing about what they were doing and why. Was the HiveWing really drunk? Were they going some kind of dare? Perhaps they’re injured? Maybe just recovering from one? “I’m going to see.”

Before Luna could grab her brother, Blue went forward to meet the bumbling HiveWing. They smacked right into a shop pole, making him wince.

“Excuse me,” he said. The HiveWing flinched at the voice, head snapping in the direction of it, looking straight at Blue. It unsettled him how quiet they were.

“I’m sorry to disturb you but may I ask you if you need help?” he asked.

“Yes actually I do,” the HiveWing said, surprising him. HiveWings were fiercely proud and only want SilkWings around to do mundane chores. “My guide is off on another errand but I wanted to a sweets shop.”

The term “guide” was off putting as well. Was the guide their own SilkWing servant?

“Well I can help you,” Blue told them.

“Oh thank you! You’re helping me a lot, since no body has helped me for the past ten minutes,” they joked.

To Blue’s absolute surprise, the HiveWing asked him to stand next to them and help guide them through the streets. They brushed wings with him, being shoulder to shoulder. Blue was firmly embarrassed as they both walked together. He carefully pulled or pushed them out of the way of obstacles as they went, still curious about the HiveWing’s strangeness. Thankfully they seemed talkative.

“By the Queen! I am so sorry! I totally forgot to tell you: I’m completely blind,” they blurted. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I have you even doing this. My SilkWing guide would usually help me get around, but like I said I had him go do something else. I just like to try to prove that I can do things by myself.”

They halted Blue and brushed the veil, made of fine gold and black material decorated with tiny golden bees lining the bottom of it, from their face revealing smoky grey eyes in place of obsidian black ones.

Blue blinked and stuttered in shock. “Wow. I see. Wait - Not like that! I’m sorry!”

The HiveWing laughed. “It is alright. I don’t take offense to a lot anymore. You get use to it after awhile.”

As they began their journey again, Blue ran through what it was like to live in this blind dragon’s talons: To never know what the world looks like, to ever know what your fellow tribemates look like, living in a world of constant darkness and the struggles that came with it. Always bumping into things and possibly doing some serious injures. He could see why they needed a couple extra to help them get around and do certain task. They did not need SilkWing servants for boring things or the sake of pushing them around, but they were an important necessity to their being.

Blue saw a sweets shop coming up, telling his charge about it. They became excited.

“I really love honeydrops,” they said giddily. “You deserve a couple yourself for being such a gentledragon!”

“No no! You don’t have to really. I’m fine,” Blue protested.

“I insist,” the blind dragon said.

The sweet sugary smells of the shop enveloped them both as they stepped inside. Glass panes that made up the counters presenting expertly made candies of various shapes, colors, and flavors. The storekeeper was a old and faded HiveWing, seemed to peek at the couple as they entered.

“Back so soon, (Y/n)?” she joked to the other HiveWing.

“Don’t you know it!” they exclaimed, bumping into the glass in their excitement.

Blue pulled them back quickly and made sure they were okay.

“He’s a new one,” the shopkeeper observed. “Quite handsome.”

“Skippers is off doing something else,” they dismissed. “But my new friend helped me instead. He’s so nice.”

Blue felt so awkward and embarrassed to stand there while these two HiveWings spoke so nicely about him. But he stood there politely quiet as the two jested.

“Anyway, I’ll have the usual,” the veiled HiveWing ordered. “Along with two extra honeydrops.”

The shopkeeper nods and began to gather their order of sweets. The blind dragon placed their payment of scales upon the counter, softly humming to themself. Blue just continued to wonder of their life, that maybe the reason that they were so cheerful and polite was because they have not seen the ugliness of the world or the segregation and oppression of tribes. They treated everyone as equals. Did they have a family at home? Did they live alone or with a partner or fellow family member? He wanted to know. Blue wanted to live and be with them.

Another SilkWing burst into the shop then, having a couple bags strapped to his sides.

“(Y/n)!” he cried. “You scared me out of my scales wondering off like that!”

“Hello Skippers,” the HiveWing said calmly. “I didn’t wonder off, this nice SilkWing helped me.” They shouldered Blue and he waved sheepishly.

“Hi I’m Blue,” he greeted.

“Thank you for catching them for me,” Skippers sighed in a tired manner. “You can go home now.”

Before he could go, the HiveWing (Y/n), grabbed him again. “No not yet. I promised you honeydrops!”

Skippers groaned. “Of course you did.”

The shopkeeper then appeared at the counter with a large box full of candies, the two honeydrops set in another smaller box.

“Here you are, (Y/n), same as last time with the two extras,” she said.

(Y/n) held out their talons and she gave it to them. They fiddled to grab Blue’s and put the honeydrops into his palms.

“For you, kind SilkWing,” they said. “Have a good day!”

“I will. Thank you,” he said and left.

Blue was firmly scolded by Luna upon his return home. He told her about the strange, blind HiveWing and presented her the honeydrops given to him which she took one of to quell her anger.

“So you’re saying they were the nicest HiveWing you’ve ever met?” Luna asked.

Blue hesitated. “Maybe.”

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Qibli x reader

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Six spindly legs. Narrow abdomen. Heart shaped head. Forearms held close to its chest. Compound eyes with a single black dot in each eye. Leaf green coloring. It’s long, fragile antenna twitch in the air.

The praying mantis twitches back as Qibli observed her, arms held up defensively.

He grimaced.

“Isn’t it... creepy?” he asked.

“What? No,” you tell him, turning the same shade of green as your mantis. “I think they’re pretty neat!”

The mantis began a defensive dance, rocking side to side as it still watched the SandWing dragonet from your talon.

“Okay, that’s kind of funny,” observes Qibli.

“She’s displaying a camouflage tactic,” you correct, trying to stifle your laugh. “She thinks you’re quite scary.”

Now he was offended. “Me? Scary? Fiercely handsome but not scary.”

Qibli gets in the mantis’ face, causing her to flare her forearms again. He flinched.

“Or are we being protective, miss mantis? Trying to keep me away from (Y/n)?”

You let your laugh out, making your praying mantis flicker her wings, ready for flight. Qibli screamed, toppling back in a pile of scales and claws.

Amused yellow filtered onto your back scales accompanying the green as you returned the insect to her delicate yet secure cage.

The SandWing glared at the insect with her black eyes. The mantis stared back unblinkingly.

“You may have won the battle but I will win the war,” he hissed.

“Don’t bully her!” you scold, placing her cage in a slightly shaded spot next to your hammock. Teasing red flared around your ruff.

Qibli places his wing around your shoulders, twining tails. “I’m simply fighting for a great cause.”

You quirk an eye brow, accentuating your look of “Really?” with blue around your eyes. “I cannot believe you are fighting a praying mantis for my meager attention.”

He butts his head with yours. “You are far from meager, (Y/n) dear. And I would fight one million praying mantises for your attention.”

“One million you say?” you laughed. “I don’t think there’s that many on all of Pyhrria. And I wouldn’t be so confident in your fight against them.” You lower your voice into a spooky tenor. “The females are famously known to eat off the heads of their mates after all.”

“Then there would have to be one dragon sized bug to get past. That would be one heck of a story! I’ll have Turtle write this: A handsome SandWing warrior goes into the sticky depths of the green, murky ocean known as the Insect Forest where all the bugs there are gigantic. Like, spiders as big as my head! But the warrior is on a quest to retrieve the luxurious RainWing heir from the viscous claws of a monster told be be larger than any dragon in the history of Pyhrria! It was said from rumors of the servants that the large insect had snatched them up due to their sheer gorgeous looks.”

“It kinda sounds like that story, ‘The Snow Beast and the IceWing Princess’ if I remember,” you interject. “Somewhere in the Icewing category in the library.”

“I had to get my ideas somewhere,” chides Qibli before continuing.

“Determined, the SandWing warrior fights his way through the gross jungle to a cocoon castle where the RainWing is trapped, fighting off the giant beast with his claws and fire! Alas, the warrior underestimated his enemy!”

Excited golden-yellows and blues decorated your scales in growing starburst as you listened to Qibli’s tale.

“What happens to the warrior?” you ask in anticipation. “Does he lose and get eaten?”

“What? No. There’s always a happy ending!” Qibli vowed. He continued: “Anyway, when everything seemed lost and the heroic SandWing was down by the slicing claws of the beast, the prince heard shouting from above. It was the RainWing shouting words of encouragement to him! “You can do it!” they would cry. “I believe in you!” And their words would give him the strength he needed to plunge his stinger into its heart in its chest!”

“You are aware that their hearts are in their abdomens? Their butts?” You informed, teasingly.

Your friend spluttered. “Yes.”

“So our brave hero would be stabbing its butt,” you chuckled, already having the image in your head.

“This is just a rough draft. Everything is just off the top of my head,” protested the other dragonet. “Ahem. With the behemoth defeated, the warrior scales up the nest with his talons to reach the beloved RainWing-“

“Why didn’t he just fly?”

That question earned you a talon wrapped around your snout, muzzling you.

“Because his wings were tired from fighting the giant mantis. Can I please finish my story? We are near the end.”

You nod.

Giving you a look, he concluded his story.

“He reached the nearest opening and tumbled inside, where he found them! They were practically glittering in the sunlight like gold. This was the first time the warrior had set his eyes upon the heir and was swept off his feet, seeing exactly why the Rainwing was so beloved and revered. He asked them, “Are you ready to leave this dreaded place?” But the RainWing cried, to the surprise of our protagonist. He asked again, “Why do you cry?” They told him, “Because that monster was my beloved pet that I have grown to care for during my capture.””

A roll of laughter exploded from your mouth. “This is exactly like that IceWing story!” you wheezed.

Now Qibli was flustered by the laughing RainWing still tucked under his wing. “Like a pet! The heir loved it like a pet!”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Please finish,” you cough, growing quiet again.

“And then they lived happily ever after,” he said quickly, hiding his embarrassed face with his other wing.

“Nooooo. You have to finish it properly! Pleeeeeease,” (Y/n) begged.

The SandWing looked back to you, seeing your calmer (f/c) scales.

“And then, the warrior said, “Forgive me, but I only did it for your safety.” They responded, “I shall. As a reward for your heroism, you may marry me if you wish.” The SandWing was flustered at the proposal. “I barely know you, my liege.” Then they both laughed together. “Fair enough, fair warrior,” said the RainWing. “Then we shall together return to my kingdom for a celebration and feast in your honor. Perhaps then I shall know you better.” The SandWing warrior agreed to these terms. The two dragons flew for days until they reached the more inviting forest home. The RainWing’s subjects rejoiced at their returned and as promised, celebrated brightly and had a grand meal set before them. The two exchanged looks and smiled. They felt as though they were real rulers together, side by side. The End.”

A small pause before it was filled with appraisal applause.

“I like that ending much better,” you told him. “But now you have to tell Turtle so that it can be made into a proper scroll.”

Qibli sighed dramatically. “I’m sure he can enchant the story to print onto a scroll because I don’t think I’ll remember it exactly.”

“Of course it doesn’t have to be perfect,” you say, brushing your wing against his still across your back. “I’m happy to have heard the first version. Thank you.”

The sand dragonet smiled, touching snouts against your slender snout.

“Thank you, my editor.”

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Deathbringer x sick!wingless!SandWing!reader

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You shivered under your fur blankets, your bare back brushing annoyingly against the material. Where was he? Oof, this fever was driving you crazy.

First surprising question: Why did you no longer have wings? After unfortunately getting wrapped up in a “wrong-place-wrong-time” situation of being caught in a criminal exchange while you still lived in the Scorpion Den. The trading SandWings were masochist, thinking that the proper way to punish you was to literally tear your wings from your body. Then they dumped your still bleeding body out into the desert to die. It was a terrible, traumatic experience. Yet you lived only by sheer will to survive as you dragged yourself across the endless sands before blacking out.

Now comes in the, who is he question: a young NightWing named Deathbringer. Pretty ominous already. You literally thought he was the embodiment of death upon first introductions. His name did not help unconvincing you so.

Surprisingly he helped you recover, though his healing skills were limited. Unfortunately, the healing process has been grueling as an infection imbedded itself within your terrible wounds and possibly by the improper care of Deathbringer.

This is about week three of you fighting desperately against the infection with no further luck towards health. Even though it seemed Deathbringer kept his enthusiasm for your recovery, the hope begins to wafer. The bandages were stiff in old blood and puss, sticking to the exposed muscle and against your sandy scales. A vicious fever ravaged your body with tremors and random bouts of heat, sometimes it created hallucinations. Your back was in constant pain even when not touched.

The sound of wingbeats made your ears perk, peeking out of your blanket to look at the hut’s curtain door to show a sliver of desert. But was that another set of wingbeats? Multiple muffled footsteps shuffling through the sand towards the hut you lay helpless in? Was it just your fever affecting your foggy mind? Two shadows appeared in the small crack, making your heart pound in your chest. Were the two SandWings back to finish the job? How did they find you?!

Still under the blanket, you shuffled around until your barbed tail was aimed out towards the door so that you can strike them before they had the chance to raise their claws to finish you off. When the body of a SandWing dipped their head through the curtain door, your barb flew through the air, aiming for their heart. But a black talon grabbed your tail before the stinger could touch their flesh.

“Oh wow that was close,” Deathbringer laughed. “You know how to keep your cool.” He regarded the SandWing with him.

They gave him a blank expression. “I wouldn’t be surprised. Especially if what you’ve told me about the fevers is true: then they will be extremely paranoid and most have a tendency to strike out, hallucinations or not.”

“Deathbringer, who is this?” you hiss, suspicious.

The NightWing assassin slithered into the hut, helping you up from your spot to greet the stranger.

“(Y/n), this is Roadrunner,” he told you. “They are a healer to help with your wounds.”

Now that the haze and delirium of the fever was gone, you can now see the pouches strapped under their wings holding medicines and supplies.

“But where did you get them?” you asked Deathbringer. “It’s miles from the Scorpions Den or Burn’s Stronghold.”

He shrugged. “Just at a little settlement in the desert.” He turned to Roadrunner. “Will you help them please?”

Deathbringer gingerly turned you around so that your back faced them, removing the blanket from your shoulders. A shiver ran down your spine as a breeze caressed the bare places upon your back. It was so odd to lack wings, and made you feel so very vulnerable.

Roadrunner inspects the wounds, removing the old, dirtied wrapping and prodded the area. Each poke made you wince in pain, almost wanting to bite the healer a couple times.

They nod. “I can do what I can to clean up the wounds and kill off the infection.”

Roadrunner quickly began their work washing the hardened blood and pus away from the wounds. Adding a paste of crushed dark green leaves that numbed the stubs so that they can apply another ointment that smelled of sage. The Sandwing healer wrapped it together with fresh bandages using professional talons to safely encase the wounds from the outside elements and to keep the healing medicine in.

“That should do it,” they concluded. Roadrunner created a bundle of leaves and sticks and roots that was put into a camel-hide bag before putting their supplies away. The SandWing held out their other talon to Deathbringer. “My payment.”

Payment? The thought didn’t form until you watched the NightWing give them a talon full of gold within theirs as they traded.

“Give that to them the next time they have a fever,” instructed the SandWing as they left, regarding the bag. “And next times visit won’t have a discount.”

As soon as you no longer heard wingbeats that faded into the night, you turned on the other dragon in the room.

“You paid for a healer to come here?” You practically snarl the question. “Why waste any treasure on me? I’m just a stupid, useless SandWing now. There’s no use for me. I can’t even fly!” You meekly flex your shoulders which tingled numbly still.

“Then it’ll be more of an adventure on foot,” he tells you.

“We’re not going on an adventure! It just sounds outlandish: “A NightWing assassin and wingless SandWing comrade travel across Pyhrria together doing whatever!”. Like that will ever go down in any kind of scrolls,” you declare.

He took you by the shoulders. “But its an adventure I’m willing to take with you,” Deathbringer says. “If you want to travel with me. I’ll make sure no one ever hurts you again, (Y/n).”

There was solid seriousness in his tone with the statement. It was serious enough for him to drop his goofy demeanor for a moment at the inclination, which was much genuine in his promise to you. And you felt that he could hold up to it.

The thought of leaving the Sand Kingdom was heart pounding with excitement and fear. There was still a raging war going on beyond the borders. Who wouldn’t want a chance to kill a helpless SandWing? What if Princess Blister wanted to come after you for her oddity collection? How would Deathbringer fight off a clever SandWing princess?

“You make me so scared, you know that right?” you asked your NightWing friend.

“You make me so happy, you know that (Y/n)?” Deathbringer drops. “You’ve been so strong throughout this entire ordeal and you still trust me, a mysterious assassin NightWing! This will be an epic adventure as much as a journey to recovery.”

You sigh. “Fine. We leave for your crazy adventure in the morning.”

“Our adventure,” he corrects.

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Peril x royal!SkyWing!reader

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Requested to be Queen Ruby’s offspring.

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Queen Ruby hated and feared Peril with a passion. 
The only reason she didn't throw her out immediately from the tribe when her mother Scarlet disappeared, was her oldest dragonet, (Y/n). She didn't know or what they saw in Peril, but they adored her as much as Ruby hated her. 
But she tolerated it and respected her dragonet's love interest, and let Peril stay. She was too busy to deal with Peril at the moment anyway. Queen Ruby must clean the mess her mother made into the entire Sky kingdom after all.

Being the eldest of Queen Ruby's dragonets does not particularly mean being mature. Instead, you had the curiosity of a hatchling and a rather strange fascination for burning stuff. That's where Peril comes into play. 
You both played with experiments on the study of burning stuff (you call it burnology) and even of Peril's firescales. Quietly, you hoped to find a way for your friend to touch things without burning it. The least that these trials do is to make Peril involved and feel wanted by someone when everyone else hated her. 

Today was yet another trial, but a more special occasion. 
  "This time," you say, slipping chainmail gloves onto your talons. "With these, dragons can touch you, or the other way around."  
It was the same type of SkyWing medal used to keep the prisoners on their towers and lined the inside of the glove with more layers of heat resistant materials.

Peril looked doubtful, which was a look you get a lot. Her blue eyes flicker over the various burn scars that practically covered your arms. Further up, a major burn was seared on your neck and snout when she accidentally stumbled onto you when coming into your (as you call it) lab. She winced just looking at them. 
You should hate her like every other dragons, yet you were persistent to help her. That was what she loved about you; never giving up or shy to help others, sorta like their mother. 
Giving a steamy sigh, Peril held her talons out for you to grab. A giddy grin spread on your face, carefully reaching out and lightly took her talon with the gloves. The hold was extremely light and timid, but then allowed their own talon to grasp Peril’s and gave it a comforting squeeze before you pulled your covered claws away, shaking them to cool it off. 
  "(Y/n), are you alright?" Peril asked. 
  "Better than ever!" you reply, showing her your unharmed talons. The firescales SkyWing’s eyes widened. No burns or scars. "With some more work, I can get the perfect formula to work and we can have real physical contact." 
  "That sounds blazing," Peril says, smiling. 
  "You look really pretty smiling," you say abruptly, a look that Peril couldn't figure out. Genuine? Love? Either way, Peril flushed, making the lab more hot than usual. 
  "I think you make an amazing scientist," said Peril. "Better than a future heir to the SkyWing throne." 
  "Why not be both?" you ask with a sly look. "When I'm ruler, you can be my person bodyguard and companion." 
 Peril gave a crooked smile. "When the day comes to fight for the throne, I'll be cheering for you." 
  "Like I cheered for you," you tell her.

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Foreslayer/Hope x m!reader

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It was all very sudden for Forslayer, Hope, as she tried to adjust to modern Pyhrria. She’s been frozen for hundreds of years, isolated in a small ice cave and the only time she moved was when the NightWing was being killed many times over by her (former) husband’s tribe in hate. So of course it was always generous to give her a helping talon. And bonus: she has an adorable son!

You were the first to invite her into the NightWing camp with your greeting partner, Ominous. He was startled to hear Foeslayer’s name and stayed in utter silence while you talked up a friendly conversation as you guided her around.

“I know it doesn’t look like the greatest place in the Rainforest Kingdom but we are always looking to improve your part of your home everyday,” you told Foeslayer, regarding the rather muddy ground and unstable huts.

Peacemaker ran rigorously in circles around his mother, multicolored scales flashing in the sunlight that shone through the canopy as he splashed in said mud.

The female NightWing hummed in regard. “Home. I haven’t had a real home in a long time.”

You looked at her sympathetically as yellow and mint green filled your scales. “I know that adjusting to this place can be a lot to take in all at once so take your time with it and if you do need a talon with your food, hut, or even with Peacemaker, I’ll be there to help.”

“Thank you,” she said back with a brighter smile.

And from there on she occasionally did. Foeslayer mostly did it for the company though, as the other NightWings were still quite afraid of her.

One day you asked her why as you lay accompanying her on a canopy platform.

“It’s because I come from a different time, our tribe’s brightest yet darkest moment, and I’m more or less a living reminder of them,” she concluded.

“Huh,” you say incredulously. “So all of the tribes must have been different back then. What about the RainWings? I’m curious. Were we as laid back yet fierce as they were?”

She laughed. “I wouldn’t really say “laid back” but fierce, yes.”

The two of you stayed in a moment of quiet, listening to the beat of the rainforest. Peacemaker was playing in a small stream with other RainWing dragonets, happily squealing and splashing.

You smiled down at them. “At least dragonets never seem to change.”

Hope watched them as well. “No they don’t.” She then turned to you, leaning closer. “Have you had dragonets of your own?”

Mint green and yellows returned to your scales, eyes cast up in thought.

“I’ve only had one mate and we only had one egg together,” you told Hope. Golden yellow made up most of your scales now. “I think he’s much older now. It’s not weird for RainWings to just throw all of their eggs in one pile, you see. That way they all grow up together, like we’re one big family.”

There was a loud splash from below followed by screams and both of your ears perked. One of the dragonets, an indigo RainWing, managed to tumble a large rock into the stream.

The green tinted NightWing took her gaze away from them to see that you were already one foot off the platform.

“I think you make a great dad,” Hope told you, grabbing your talon and brought you back to lay with her.

The scales around your eyes turned rose-pink. “You think so?” you asked.

Hope was looking down, as she was still holding your talon. And slowly, your pink talon grabbed hers back.

“I never thought I’d fall in love again after Arctic died,” Hope stated, sad recollection in her eyes. “But I suppose new times call for new love.”

“I feel the same way,” you tell her. “Only I’m not a time traveling dragon.”

Hope laughed slightly and brushed wings with you. You nudged her back and twined tails with the NightWing.

“Ew the grown ups are being lovey!” cried one of the dragonets. The rest of them all have a chorus of making grossed out sounds.

“Oh my moons! I have a dad!” Peacemaker exclaims.

“What’s a dad?” asked one of the RainWings.

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Winter x m!NightWing!reader

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It turns out, Winter has a thing for NightWings.

This was quickly discovered not too later than your arrival to his town. A sturdy, dark (f/c) NightWing who, like him, has a soft spot for scavengers and wanted to help other dragons. Being caught off guard by your devilish smile in greeting, Winter found his legs felt like slush by it as he strode to meet you.

‘PULL IT TOGETHER’, his mind screamed as the IceWing forced his composure. Daffodil, who hitched a ride on his spiny mane, awed at the night dragon, squeaking excitedly and eager to use her Dragon.

“You must be, (Y/n), let me welcome you to Sanctuary,” Winter welcomed.

“The pleasure is mine, to be accepted by such a fascinating town,” (Y/n) says, looking around. “They told me you would show me around, Winter.”

Daffodil had slid down Winter’s shoulder and down his front leg, scurrying to also greet the new dragon.

“I’m Human-Daffodil!” she (roughly) declares. “I will eat you.”

(Y/n) snorts a sooty cloud in amusement.

“That’s new! Talking scavengers,” he observed, holding out his talon for her to investigate. The dark-haired human surveyed the limb before deciding to take his claw and gave it a small shake.

Another rumbling chuckle came from the NightWing. Winter almost cringed in embarrassment but stayed cool. She’s only learning, he has to remind himself.

“Why don’t we take a look around before we get you settled?” Winter suggest, pointy tail twitching.

(Y/n) stood beside him, almost an inch taller, enthusiastically. “That would be great,” he tells him.

The Icewing offers him a small smile back, aiding Daffodil onto his shoulder before starting his tour of Sanctuary. They observed the different variety of tribe homes, ranging from the mud huts to the amphibious dwellings in the lake. They traveled up along the river as the dragons and human discuss the recent Pyrrhia news before coming upon some young dragonets playing in a fort next to the cold stream.

It was at the foot of a great pine tree at its shore, constructed of needled branches and logs, a couple branches of the pine tree were low enough for the elder dragonets to perch on.

“Hi Winter!” one of them greets, getting the others attention, joining in a cacophony of eager greetings.

“Woah! A NightWing?!” they awed, gaping at (Y/n).

“Is he staying here?!” another squealed.

The IceWing went to answer but (Y/n) beat him, “Yes I am,” showing off his star-speckled wings. The dragonets cheer at the spectacular display and Winter gazed in his own amazement, following the tiny constellations in his wings. He caught (Y/n) staring back at him, a blue flush making his ears azure as he looked away with a grumpy frown.

“Well that’s good to hear,” he grumbled. Daffodil snickers at his feet, so he accidentally knocked her over with his talon.

They said goodbye to the dragonets and went back towards the homes, a pine scented breeze at their backs. A shiver went up (Y/n)’s spine, evident by the way his spines bristled at the lick of another breeze.

“A bit colder than you expected?” Winter asked him, glancing away from him. Daffodil had decided to be carried by (Y/n), but paid the price by being bucked by his scales as they twitched, squeaking irritably but decided to (stubbornly) ride them out. The IceWing snorts at this.

(Y/n) chortled with a breathe of flame. “Compared to the two previous places I’ve lived, yes!”

Winter smiled at this but realized how many times the NightWing had to move homes: first the NightWing’s ancient kingdom, and then the volcanic island after, the lush Rainforest Kingdom and now the chilly mountainous Sanctuary. How many times until you’re home? It made Winter feel homesick for the Ice Kingdom but quickly remembered that Sanctuary was just as much his home.

“I assume you will also show me where I live now, right?” (Y/n) question snapped him from his thoughts.

“Of course!” Winter says with another jolt of embarrassment.

They returned to the swatch of homes and to a newly constructed log building at the end of them, closet to the pine forest. Winter swung the door open and (Y/n) steps inside with another flick of flame to light up the darkening room.

“Dark!” Daffodil proclaims, her small voice louder in the vast space. (Y/n) deftly found the candle on the nearby table and lit it for their squinting eyes. Several other Talons of Peace had constructed the home, as Winter wasn’t really involved with the construction, so he got to nose around (Y/n) quarters for the first time too.

It was very empty; only having the aforementioned table, simple and round and large enough for two or three adult dragons, and a cozy bed of moss and furs lay in a corner of the home with two pine-scented pillows, and a stone fireplace set into the back wall, being made up of varying shaped and colored river rocks, no doubt taken from the nearby stream. A welcome basket was revealed also on the table with different foods and other small supplies, even a couple of scrolls.

“This is very quaint,” the NightWing comments to the room. “I will decorate this place with the finest of NightWing decor.”

Winter quirked a brow, wondering if he’d stolen anything from the lost NightWing kingdom, which is territory still up for debate. Though, it was argued to be a sacred historical site and must remain undisturbed but several NightWings want to go back to their original home and thus Queen Glory is figuring out if she should establish a small far away village.

“Are you telling me you’re a secret carpenter?” Winter asked pointedly.

“No, I’m a metal worker actually. I used to make weapons during the war and for the invasion,” (Y/n) explained, rolling his shoulders, making the human still on his back to stumble and squeak some more. “I’m sure most of it got melted into a spiky, metal puddle when the volcano exploded anyway. But I hope to lend my blacksmithing talon in construction or art or something.”

“At least none of them were actually used against anyone,” Winter assured.

“Maybe,” the NightWing replies ruefully. He looked guilty, making Winter continue to wonder if (Y/n) hesitance is because of the RainWing kidnappings, maybe his weapons were used to threaten the placid dragons.

The ice dragon offers him a comforting talon on his shoulder, being a light touch as his serrated claws slightly scraped against the scales. They give each other small, assuring smiles to one another.

Daffodil decided to add her own tiny hand to the pile, wanting to be involved, and made the dragons burst into laughter.

“I live a couple houses down if you need anything,” Winter tells him once he’s caught his icy breath. “Just let us know when you’re settled and we’ll give you your first assignment.”

(Y/n) nods. “Thank you, Winter. I’ll be sure to see you tomorrow.”

“Good night, night (Y/n),” Daffodil bids him, being settled back onto the floor to return to Winter. He rolled his eyes as he picked her up. They really need to work on her Dragon, maybe have (Y/n) threaten to eat her if she doesn’t study with Axolotl.

Winter dips his head at the NightWing. “Night,” he says as they exit the log house to leave him to sleep, his chest fluttering slightly at the prospect of seeing him the next day.

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Queen Wasp x SilkWing!reader

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It was easy to say that the Pantala ruler was terrifying and made you less thrilled about being around her so much. However you were more or less forced into the position of being Queen Wasp’s garden tender (as the previous one had mysteriously disappeared). It was a real privilege to even go in to see what it contained, such as rare fruit trees that were planted in certain greenhouses.

At first she was skeptical of your presence within them and used to personally watch you with her dark, staring gaze. Needing an output for your overwhelming fear due to this, you began talking to yourself and the plants. It would mostly be about either your friends and family, the other greenhouses you’d visit, or an encounter with a HiveWing. Sometimes it would work enough that you would forget that Queen Wasp was lingering at the door for you to finish and move on.

One day as you were dead heading a yellow rose bush, the thorns snagged into the soft flesh of your talon as you reached for a particularly deep rose in the bush. Hissing, you withdrew by letting the shears drop out of your (f/c) talon to assess the damage. There were various cuts bleeding all over your talon but nothing too serious as they were short protrusions.

You limped around to exit, but was shocked to see that Queen Wasp soundlessly crept up right behind you, leaving you snout to snout with the HiveWing queen.

“My Queen!” you squawk, your antenna curling and flailing your injured talon. “I’m sorry, but it looks like I need to leave…”

Deftly, Queen Wasp caught your talon, moving it around to inspect each individual wound. Each adjustment made you wince until she was satisfied, leaving your talon to its non functional manner yet still in her grasp, set loose in her palm. There was an almost hungry look in her dark eyes as she continued to stare at the bloodied limb, making you suddenly realize that it just might look like a piece of mauled meat that she’d like to snack on.

“P-please. I just want to see a healer,” you now stammered with fear. Although you haven’t heard any rumors of Queen Wasp committing to cannibalism, you really wouldn’t put it past her….

“Oh hush,” she hissed, finally letting go of your talon. “I’m sure the palace healer will suffice.”

Queen Wasp turned and trekked through the small green maze, a glance and a loud buzz of her wings was the signal to follow. With a squeak you stumbled after her. At least you didn’t have to walk to the palace, fluttering into the air as Queen Wasp buzzed upwards, no longer checking if you kept up.

But you were so confused why the Queen insisted to allow her personal healer to perform on such minor injuries. Or maybe she was buttering you up so that your easy to catch and she’ll —

A good head shake made the wild thoughts go away. You really have to stop listening to old Stinkbug and his crazy ramblings.

The wooden exterior of Wasp Hive transitioned into gleaming obsidian, but opted on landing on a sturdy platform that led inside. You tried not to smear any blood upon the floor, but the wood greedily soaked it in. Thankfully the darkness is good at hiding things.

Many workers, both HiveWing and SilkWing, scuttled amongst the heavily adorned hallways but quickly paused to pay mind to Queen Wasp’s presence. She past them without any notice, letting them free of their dazed spell as soon as she casted it. And only made you feel slightly pathetic as you hobbled not-so-gracefully along behind Queen Wasp. As frightening as your queen was, it was fascinating to see the great power she has over her subjects. Queen Wasp was really old (from what you’ve heard Stinkbug rants about her being older than one hundred years) but doesn’t really act like it as her aloof nature doesn’t allow anyone to really gauge the queen. And she looks great for her age too!

Several halls and stairs (and stares) later, the larger queen brought you to the palace healer, who was finishing applying a splint to a soldier. The HiveWing soldier stiffened at the queen’s glare, however the healer made no rush as she wrapped the injured limb into a supportive silk sling.

“And there we go! All done, which means three weeks of light duty until that bone heals,” the healer instructs, casual still. The soldier nods firmly, glancing at Queen Wasp as he limps hastily past you.

The healer finally regards her as he leaves, wearing a protective silk mask over her snout.

“Good day, my queen,” she greets, tapping her talon tips together in an almost amused way. “I was not expecting you of all dragons today.”

A low growl settled in Queen Wasp throat. “As you shouldn’t, Nymph,” she spat. Her tail flicked at you behind her still. “Fix them so they can get back to work.”

Nymph scanned you, brows lifting slightly.

“Of course, you excellence,” she replied, gesturing to you.

With an approving snort from the darker HiveWing, you hobbled further inside and hopped onto the somewhat elevated examination table. Nymph quickly found the problem, with a more gentler method than Queen Wasp’s.

“Were you playing with a pride of pet lions?” she asked, giving your talon back as she went to get other things.

You chuckled. “Not quite.”

“Ah, I thought you were since Queen Wasp seems interested enough,” the HiveWing healer jest as she began to mix herbs in a mortar.

With antenna curling realization, you noticed Queen Wasp was waiting patiently by the door still. For what? You? Weird. You really expected her to leave immediately after dropping you off personally. Maybe she preferred prey whole –

You are going to throttle Stinkbug over these stupid thoughts. (But probably won’t.)

Instead you coughed awkwardly. “I was just trimming something and got cut up, is all. Nothing too serious.”

“You’re certainly right,” Nymph agreed as she carefully covered each individual cut with the plant stuff. It stung as it made contact, making you silently wince.

“This kind of thing can be done at home,” continues the healer, with a touch of smugness. Taking the same sterile silk, Nymph wraps your talon up with the correct pressure and fit perfectly against your wounds.

“Wow! Good as new,” you smile at Nymph as you flexed your limb.

She shrugged, returning your smile. “It’ll heal in days, just don’t keep it wrapped for too long. Have to let the wounds breathe.” Nymph rolled her gaze towards Queen Wasp. “And no dirty work for a week. Have to keep the wounds clean too for a speedy recovery.”

The queen’s scowl deepened, knowing your job can be quite dirty, but could not go against the wise words of her medical advisor.

“Granted,” she hissed before summoning you to her.

You gave Nymph a grateful wave of your (f/c) wing as you now trot along with Queen Wasp. The healer made sure to add extra support to the palm of your talon to prevent painful walking and thus, be able to keep up with her.

It was quiet. Painfully quiet other than the ghostly buzz of distant wings in other places. You weren’t sure why you still were traveling with Queen Wasp. Maybe it’s because she hasn’t officially relieved you of duty, from gardening work yes, but maybe not other stuff and the queen is determined to set you back to a task.

But you took the time to admire the rich designs and art showcased on all of the walls and structural pieces. Most of it was wasp themed and Queen Wasp portrayed in all of the art, always frowning and glaring even among others.

Suddenly your queen stops right in her tracks, almost making you keep going. Almost, as you stumbled back those two steps. You found her planted in front of a medium sized canvas, having two HiveWing subjects. One obviously being Queen Wasp and the other was an optimistic and smiley HiveWing, a rather interesting contrast to her. They were standing close, shoulder to shoulder but arched their necks proudly.

You carefully returned to her side again, studying the portrait with her. It was incredibly tense in that moment, some sort of invisible strain that was in this area for whatever reason. However it made your shiny scales itch, you managed to glance at Queen Wasp to gauge why.

Her frown looked less angry and shockingly sad. Pitched eyes bore into the painting like she wanted it to poof into dust.

In this odd moment of vulnerability, you knew that it was the absolute scariest thing to witness: to see your proud leader crumble, which is what you were witnessing even if it was a tiny hint.

“D-do you want to talk about it, my liege?” you timidly asked her, heart pounding hard against your ribs.

“Frankly I don’t,” Queen Wasp rasped, flicking her wings. “But I will explain: I tried protecting something from an inevitable and unstoppable force. All control is up to nature and time, for everything of course. It’s how life work. It was, however, preventable and that’s where I failed.” She paused. “I’m never going to let my guard down again due to that mistake so long ago. To be on the apex predator of everything and nature will bend to your whims, that’s what I strive for.”

You take this information and lightly mull it over. “Is this why I wasn’t sent home?”

She glanced at you momentarily. “Perhaps.”

“Does that mean you’re not going to eat me?” you ask, almost nervously.

Another pregnant pause before it was broken by a peel of loud cackling. Queen Wasp was laughing, maniacally so and you suddenly felt flushed with incredible embarrassment.

“No,” she breathed, making brief eye contact.

Your pounding heart swelled to see the amused laugh was still on her face, making her smile and at you nonetheless.

Your look must have been obvious as Queen Wasp withdrew her gaze and smile, at least looking not as somber.

“I suppose you will not accept my offer to stay in the palace then,” she mused.

You stammer. “It would be a complete and utter honor, my radiance, but my mother needs my help with her employer. It’s just too much for one dragon.”

“Then I will send more SilkWings to the residence. Tell me who he is and which Hive he lives in,” Queen Wasp retorts.

“Your majesty, I really don’t want to be a bo–“ you tried to protest, only to be silenced swiftly by a firm, black claw.

“I have no bounds to my resources, thistle, for I am your queen and you will do as I say,” Queen Wasp tells you. “And what I order you to do is heal while here. I will accommodate you and your family with what they need during your stay. For I trust no other dragon to touch my plants and hope you will continue to do so.”

“As you wish, my queen,” you say, really having no choice but left utterly confused.

Furthermore, you were left confused as she finally turned away, going back down the hall in way you entered. And back into the silence, only your brain was buzzing with bewildered thoughts.

Maybe Queen Wasp was poisoned and making her irrational or something… but should take advantage of the moment and observe the queen and her weird behavior.

It’s hard being a SilkWing sometimes.

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Blaze x pregnant!SkyWing!reader

By far my most famous story I think. This almost got its own independent story, had gotten a co-writer for it too, but was a bit of a daunting challenge for younger me and didn’t click with the other author. But there was art for it and it’s awesome.

Requested by Yandregirl on Quotev

Art by HappinessNoises on Quotev

Original Post: Link

TW: violence, graphic mentions of birth

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Battle broke out. 
IceWings, SandWings, and SkyWings. 
Red, white and gold scales flashed in the sun. 
Claws, teeth, fire, and ice. 
The cool peninsula air that wraps around you was almost uncomfortably. Almost. 

It was a general attack made on Blaze's fortress on the border to perhaps overwhelm her force that protected her so closely. 
But of course Queen Glacier provided her ally with forces to guard her. 


With blood stained talons, you slashed at a SandWing, tearing the soft underbelly open that blossomed with blood. They shrieked and sent a fire ball of rage at you. Skillfully, you dodged it with years of practice on the battlefield as you hurled yourself at your opponent then released a plume of fire in their face, raking your claws across their neck. As revenge, the SandWing slashes at your face, cutting into it and leaving three small, bloody slashes on the scales. You kicked them hard to ground them at last. Screaming, they fell from the air to ground, charred and bloodied. 

When you turned to see your fellow SkyWings, your heart sank to your stomach. The IceWing reinforcements have come, taking out SkyWings from the air, their red bodies littering the ground below like pools of blood. 
An IceWing takes notice and comes at you with a roar. You dove away from their serrated claws, doing a barrel roll to evade them. Claws met scales as you slashed at their shoulder, cutting deep into the muscle. The IceWing screamed, falling to the ground with a lame wing. 
During your triumph, you didn't notice a second ice dragon behind you, tackling you from the air to the ground. The impact made the air dissipate from your lungs, eyes bulging with surprise. 
Serrated claws were on your long neck, her feet and tail keeping your other limbs pinned as silvery fog rolled from their jaws. 
Suddenly, she stop, dark eyes trained on your belly. They filled with shock, looking up to you in surprise, leaving you confused at the expression. 
  "You’re with egg?" she asked, clearly surprised still. 
 You nearly laugh. "No I'm not!" you snarl. "I wouldn't be out here if I was."

A million thoughts seemed to go through the IceWing's head as they stood over you. Giving a glance over her shoulder, the IceWing suddenly thwacked your neck in a single, hard chop of her talons. 
An electric jolt goes down your spine at it, then dark spots began to eat away your vision, struggling to speak as your body went still. 
This what death must feel like as the world goes black. 

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When you woke up, voices faded in slowly to your ears. 
  "-lieve this SkyWing is with egg, your Majesty." 
  "That's weird!" 
  "Indeed, Queen Blaze. The SkyWings are either reckless about sending soldiers out or they are not aware." 
  "Soooo, does this mean we have two prisoners?" 
A sigh. A very annoyed sigh.
  "I suppose so, your Majesty." 
You lift your head up, but it's weighed heavily by a metal muzzle around your snout. The sound of your blood rushing in your ears was near deafening. Everything came back slowly, but in front of you stood a beautiful gold-white SandWing, her black eyes looking at you with fascination. 
  "Hello there, dear!" Queen Blaze greets cheerily. "I heard that you’re here to attack me. That’s not very nice, you know." Are you... being scolded? "But I think I'll forgive you since everyone likes me! You like me, right?" 
Better than Burn perhaps. 
  "They can't tell me if they have that silly muzzle! IceWing, remove it," Blaze orders. 
Hesitantly, the IceWing does, shooting you a cold glare. At least the weight of it was gone. Though your talons were still shackled.  
  "Would you like something? A lizard? Snow? Fish?" Blaze offered. Why was she so... generous? "Yes! IceWing, fetch us some roasted lizards. They're my favorite." 
Reluctantly, she went. 
 Burn pokes at your (red/orange/gold) scales curiously. "What are you doing here anyway? Isn't it like, really cold? Because it really is!" Hence the giant fur blanket draped over her shoulders and cascading down her back. 
  "Yes?" you say, though it came out a bit croaky. A draft from the window made you shiver.
  "Great moons! I am so right!" Blaze exclaims, talons thrown up in exasperation. She then pokes your belly, making you stand up with a hiss, wings flicked out defensively. "I'm not doing anything!" she defends. "I'm just seeing whether you’re having a dragonet or not." Her eyes turned dark, as if they needed to be as they were pitch black like Burn's. 
  "I don't know what that IceWing told you, but I'm not with egg," you explain angrily. "I went into the breeding program once about two months ago, and it turns out that I’m incompatible to have dragonets, so how could I possibly-" 
  "I was right!" came an exclamation. The IceWing was at the doorway, a camel skin bag that smelled delicious around her neck. "I've been with egg before, SkyWing, and I know what it looks like on other dragons. Your stupid healers were wrong." 
Blaze gasped. "Isn't this exciting?! I should so totally throw a party for you. Congrats." 
  "Throw a party for every prisoner we have, why don't you?" the IceWing muttered under her frosty breath. 
  "That means you have to stay here, with me!" Blaze says excitedly. "Well, until I contact Queen Glacier about what to do with you but you can totally stay here as long as you don't kill me." 
Die at the talons of the IceWing Queen or the ditzy company of a SandWing princess that started the war? You chose the latter. 
  "Fine," you say. "I will stay here peacefully and make no attempts to kill you. (As long as you don't kill me of course)." 
  "You heard them," the SandWing said, waving ringed talons at the Icewing. "Go send Queen Glacier that I have a prisoner. A nice prisoner!" 
Grumbling, the IceWing slipped the bag off her neck and disappeared through the door again. 
Blaze pushes the bag closer with her barbed tail with surprising grace, snatching it up and chomping on a talon full of lizards. 
  "I bet if all the blood and stuff was washed from your scales, you'll be a lot more prettier," said Blaze with a mouthful. 
This caught you off guard and flushed. "Thank you?" 
  "I can't have an ugly SkyWing going around in my fortress, right?" she chides. "Oh! I bet you'd look great in topaz! Let me go find a spare necklace."

Without having your saying, she swept out of the room, leaving you alone and cold. You didn't realize how much Blaze's scales kept you warm until she left. Now you oddly longed for company, but you were too tired to worry. What you were worried about was the fact that you are now a prisoner of war while carrying an egg.
Munching on a couple lizards (Blaze was right about roasted lizards being her favorite, they are delicious), you fell into a deep sleep. 


It turns out that being a prisoner of war of Blaze is not that bad. Other than the venomous threats and glares from her soldiers, but all was well. 
It felt more like pampering if anything! You accumulated decent food, a couple of Blaze's personal furs, and you and the SandWing heir would talk a lot with each other over several days.


 Blaze came back with a guard who was carrying a bucket. 
  "You can go now," she says to the guard. He looked confused, setting the bucket down and went away to guard the door. "Here you go, dear. You can use this to scrub that nasty stuff off your scales." 
Lifting an eyebrow, you took the bucket. There was a rag floating in the water. The water itself was freezing (most likely it was melted snow) but you began to clean yourself, scrubbing mostly your talons as they were caked with blood. The whole time, Blaze watches you, occasionally looking at the rings on her talons.
 Once done, you looked back in the bucket, the water now a murky red. 
  "Wait," Blaze says, reaching into the bucket, making a face as she grabbed the dirty rag. "You forgot your face." 
 Patiently, you let Blaze clean your face, wincing as she cleaned the cuts the SandWing soldier gave you. Blaze was gentle though, even holding your face in her other talon to keep it steady so she could have a more careful touch. 
  "There. I'm sure your face was prettier than without the scratches," she finished. You felt your face heat up. Was she trying to flatter you? If so, she was succeeding. "I also have this." Blaze takes a necklace from around her neck, letting it hang in her talons to glitter in the light. It was a simple necklace with a silver chain, a droplet shaped topaz at the end. She draped it over your head and letting it set on your chest. 
  "I was right! You do look great in topaz," Blaze chirped, clapping her talons together giddily. She points to a similar one around her own neck accompanied by a gold band with rubies. "And look, I have the same one! Twinsies!" 
Every scale felt pale with panic. Does Blaze even know what it means to have the same pieces of treasure?! Yet, a small part of your mind was very calm about it, happy even. 
  "Thank you," you managed to stammer hotly. 
 Blaze smiles back. "I know. I'm great." 
Hoo boy...

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About five months later--- 

Blaze sits in her room, writing a letter in candle light. (With a quill. She wouldn't want to ruin her claws of course.) 
 


Dear Queen Glacier,

It's been very cold. So I've requested more blankets and rations. Hope you don't mind! 

I think I've been engaged to a SkyWing. They’re really great though! Super pretty too, even with their scars. She tells good stories of the battlefield and listens to me! They even told me of some attacks she knows of, I know that will make you happy. Even when she's grumpy and tired, we get along. 
The soldiers don't really like them though, so I ordered them to like her like they like me. Everyone should like me and my mate! 


That's fun to say. Mate. Wife. I love having a wife! 


From,
Queen Blaze

P.S. I'm going to be a mommy.



Blaze looks up from her letter and over to (Y/n) who was sleeping peacefully at her side among a nest of blankets. Blaze loves it when they cuddle with her. They’re so cute! 


The IceWing, she keeps forgetting her name, says (Y/n) will have the egg very soon! Then comes the long wait for it to hatch. (Y/n) says it's a boy. Though Blaze hopes it's a girl. Either way, she can't wait to see them. Even though it won't look like her.

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  "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SOONER?!" came a loud roar from the SandWing princess atop the fortress, the icy foundation trembled slightly. The soldiers looked up from their activities in curiosity by the furious roar of Blaze. One would be surprised how much of her other sisters showed in her rage compared to her ditzy nature. 

She slithered through the halls with fluid grace, hurrying to her room. Pained groans and whimpers came from the other side of her door with muffled words as she came closer. 


What is going on?
Can she help?
Was the egg coming through properly?
If not, what would happen? Especially to her beloved (Y/n)?! 

As panicked as she was, Blaze carefully opened the door, cautiously peeking her snout in. She saw you laying down, panting in hot breathes that made the room warm. There was a slight tremble to your body as you caught your breath. Odd fluids stained the blankets and smelled funny. But where was the-? 
  "You did great, (Y/n)," the IceWing praised, busy carefully wrapping an egg in a nest of blankets. It was average size for a dragon’s egg and having a pale orange-yellow shell. 
  "Thank you, Frost. I am glad to have you assist me," you say, shifting your (red/orange/golden) body, you curled around your egg, muttering to it quietly. 

The IceWing exited the room and nearly bumped into the SandWing princess. 
  "Your Majesty," she greeted, surprised. "You just missed (Y/n) giving egg, but they’re recovering with the egg." 
  "I-uh, thanks," Blaze stuttered, focusing on her room. "You’re dismissed or whatever.” She quickly added before nearly barreling past the IceWing into the room. As soon as she stepped one foot in the room, Blaze then moved more carefully, maneuvering her body so that she wouldn't accidentally stumble around your egg. 
  "Look Blaze," you said in a soft tone, completely fixated on the egg.  "Just think, in one year, we'll be parents." 
  "I'm still thinking of awesome princess names," she said, settling next to you. 
 You lean into her scales affectionately. "It's going to be a boy." 
  "I still have name rights," Blaze announced, childishly. 
You laugh. "Alright," you say. "But make it good." 
Blaze thumped her tail with a huff. "I can think of lots of great names! Like..." She paused, thinking. "Uh, Sandy or something. Maybe a gem like... Topaz! Our coupling treasure." 
  "As dragonet mother, I approve of the name Topaz," you proclaim, curling your tail into hers. "This will make awesome scrolls. "SandWing Queen Blaze married to SkyWing with Hatchling!". Wouldn't that be grand?" 
  "Absolute-amaze-jumping rabbits," Blaze grinned in triumph. Beat that Burn and Blister! 

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That triumph withered to ash and smoke when her world crumbled about a year later. 

Princess Blaze insisted that you stretch your wings after spending nearly a month in her room with your egg. So she sent you out with her best guards to fly around the area for an hour while Blaze watched over the egg. 

Later, the sound of cracking made Blaze jump. It was the egg. It was hatching! 
Excited, she darted from her room to get a messenger to her beloved that their dragonet was finally hatching. 


But instead she came out to a bloodied, half dead guard and her beloved SkyWing on the brink of death. 
  "Healers! Do we have any healers?!" she demands, rushing to your side, holding your head gently in her talons. Soldiers scrambled from their gawking and tried to go out with the order. But they were all soldiers of war with no medical experience, how could they possibly help?
  "(Y-y/n), who did this to you?" she cried, sobbing. 


You nearly looked the same when you first met, only last time you didn't have a gouge in your throat erupting blood. 
Blaze gave a heavy sob, tears welling in her obsidian eyes. 
A bloodied talon touched hers, as you opened tired looking eyes, and looked at her. Even now while she cried and fell apart, she was still beautiful. 
With whatever energy you had left, you tugged your silver necklace over your head and pressed the bloodied jewelry into Blaze's talon on your face. She was so warm...
The SandWing princess laced her claws with yours with the necklace, holding tight as if she were holding onto your last string of life and she would never let it go. 



But she didn't, that was instead your job.



You weakly smiled up at her as the blood in your wound slowed its flow and you heaved one last pained breath before going limp. 
  "(Y/n)?" asked Blaze softly. You didn't respond. "(Y/n)!" 
  "(Y/n), no!" she wailed, hugging your body tight against her, not bothered by the blood. "You promised to raise Topaz with me! And be my queen when we won the war! You promised, (Y/n)!"

She broke down into a rage of heavy sobs and tears as she clutched harder. Her world was gone. 

Until a small voice seemed to ring over the pained sounds of the mourning SandWing princess. 
  "Mama?"

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--An hour before the assassination of (Y/n)---

This wasn't Deathbringer's first trip to the chilly border of the Sand and Ice Kingdom. He was practically stationed here until he is called to report any important information that was viable to the war. Sometimes, he was sent in to kill a general or a couple soldiers to make sure that lamb brained Princess Blaze from winning the war. But she has powerful allies and favored by the SandWings, so it was Deathbringer's job to change the tide.

Not too long ago, the assassin learned something very interesting. Princess Blaze... had a partner. A romantic parter. A SkyWing romantic parter who was with egg.

This was a great and informative surprise.

So here he was, waiting patiently under a rock bank, weapon trained in his talons. During the morning, Deathbringer overheard Blaze asking (practically ordering then begging) for her mate to take a break and go for a relaxing fly. She agreed. As now he waited.

Not too soon after, he heard wing beats from the distance becoming audibly louder as they came closer. Deathbringer listened more closely. There were at least three pairs, one being the powerful wings of (Y/n) and two others being guards. Of course. Blaze wouldn't possibly send her beloved alone.

Then, Deathbringer struck. Darting from his spot, surprising the three dragons. Making quick work of one SandWing guard. The second guard leered forward, fire in his maw and his tail arched. (Y/n) didn't stay back either as she too lunged at the Nightwing with fire and claws. Deathbringer gave the SandWing a sharp upper cut to the chin, snapping his jaws close and extinguishing the flames and stuck a metal disk into his shoulder. He howled in pain and lashed out with tail. It narrowly missed him, before ducking under (Y/n)'s tornado wind wings. The strong air buffered Deathbringer's flight and missed the chance to get a slash at her throat. She reeled around gracefully, (e/c) eyes glaring fire, and snapped at the young assassin with their teeth, flames peeking out of her nostrils. Talons taking hold of another disk, Deathbringer made an attempt to throw it, but was tackled from behind. The disk fumbled out of his talons and his claws instead tore (Y/n)'s throat, barely catching onto the topaz necklace around their neck. They gave a choked sound, stumbling in air before grounding herself onto the frozen ground below. Quickly taking another disk from his pouch, Deathbringer hacked at the SandWing's neck who held him, chopping away sandy scales and flesh. The Sandwing guard released him with a roar, then noticed (Y/n)'s fall and managed to throw Deathbringer aside, going to their aid and helping her fly back to the fortress.

He didn't have to follow them. His work had been done.

Deathbringer knew that, without a doubt, that the SkyWing and the guard will eventually die from their wounds. He felt disappointed though, that he didn't get the job as cleanly as he thought he would. But, there was still a small pang of doubt and guilt as he watched (Y/n) limp in the sky back to the fortress, bright against the pale blue sky, a steady stream of crimson falling behind them.

Deathbringer hadn't killed a dragon with egg. It seemed too horrible to carry out. But an order was still an order, and he didn't want to get in trouble with the Queen for failing his task.

That is, until he later learned towards the end of the war that the now-ex-princess Blaze was taking care of a orange-yellow SkyWing dragonet on her own, a topaz necklace hanging around his lithe neck.

He saw him during the whole princess meeting with the dragonets of destiny at Burn's stronghold. The little SkyWing was perched along the wall with an IceWing, barely two or three years old at least, watching the gruesome scenes unfold. He noticed the strange NightWing staring at him, and he too looked back with large (e/c) eyes.

It felt as though Deathbringer was seeing a ghost.

End Scene by me, technically old art

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Do you still do WOF X readers?

Currently I’m participating in Art Fight as I annually do.

Though technically request are closed for now as I’ve been trying to work and focus on my visual novel game (Visitors). I may step away from that briefly to finish a handful of requests I got a long time ago and may reopen them if motivated enough.

But I still have lots of other one-shots available on my Quotev (I keep forgetting to post them here and may crosspost to my A03 too, thanks for reminding me, hehe).

Hope ya understand 🤙

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