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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years ago

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Mother dragon (9); WInchester brothers x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well I’ve had this done for a couple of days but I wanted to fix some things up that caught my attention but to those fans who have been waiting long and hard for this next part, I hereby present to you the long awaited chapter 9 of Mother Dragon. So here we get some intense drama happening here so proceed with caution.

And I know I may get some comments (or not) about Warren’s character being an asshole after this chapter but ALL WILL BE EXPLAINED IN THE NEXT CHAP. I don’t wanna give to much away cause that would be spoiling it but I hope you all enjoy this chapter until I finish up chap.10. Now I’m not sure how many more parts there will be but I can tell you we are now at the halfway point of this story. I’m glad to see people still enjoying this and new people coming in to reading this book, I can’t tell you how much it means to me. Thank you all, don’t forget to reblog, like and comment.

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The next morning I woke up to the sound of Stephen’s roar I groaned tiredly but that’s when I remembered.

“Shit dragon school whoa ahh!” I soon ended up falling out of Deacy’s bed and ended up tangled in his red satin bedsheets. “Hey! Hey let go of me get me out of here!” I struggled to get out of the sheets which took me like five minutes.

As fast as I could, I began putting on my armor and once I was sure I got everything on and buckled I was about to take off flying when I heard a knock at the door.

“Shit.” I muttered quietly. “Who is it?”

“Hey (n/n) can we talk?” Oh shit, it was Dean.

“Uhh…..can we talk about it later?”

“No kid actually this needs to be said now, come on open the door. Sammy, Cas and I are all out here and we need to head somewhere where there aren’t any dragons to spy on us. Can you please open the door?”

“I can’t because I’m in the tub right now.” I then opened my wings and immediately took off flying towards the exit. “Whoa! Okay little turbulence, okay just slow and steady. That’s it (y/n) just let instincts take over and just fly.” I flew through the maze like entrance until I finally reached the exit.

“Seems our latest addition finally decided to arrive.” Deacy teased. I landed and brought my wings back into the suit and lifted my helmet up.

“Haha very funny.” I mocked back.

“Right. Now that everyone is present and accounted for, I’d say it’s time we all fly out to our current location for our first lesson.” Everyone then phased into their dragon forms and Stephen led the class of about 20 little dragons onward while Deacy stayed behind and allowed me to get on his back.

“Sorry I was late, Dean, Sam and Cas were trying to talk to me before I left, couldn’t risk them finding the suit.” He nodded in understandment before he took off following Stephen.

We soon arrived at a clearing out into the woods, now phasing back to human form the dragons all landed. When Deacy phased into human form, I immediately jumped off of him and opened my wings for a safe landing and he landed beside me.

“Alright young ones. Next to flying, hunting is the key to our survival. Back when I was a dragonling, the world was much different than it is today. Less technology and less suspicious, curious humans. We were once free to hunt but now with the rising numbers the human race, we risk our existence being exposed to predators such as trappers and hunters. Who can tell me the three laws of hunting?” There was silence until a young girl around 10 years old with long sandy blonde hair spoke up.

“No dragon shall ever hunt on human grounds. Stick to the forests or deep in the sea.”

“Well done Chrissie, who can tell me the second law?”

“No dragon shall hunt human animals. Above all the cattle which is sacred to them.”

“Nicely put Adam. Third law, and the most important one of all.”

“Never make man a meal. Especially the virgin women. For taking humans only brings up more humans.” All the children soon choired out in unison.

“Excellent. Now when it comes to hunting, the first thing you need to remember is that while it is our right to hunt for survival. We must never do it for sport. It is important to know that when you hunt with our Alpha, he always calls the shots. Whatever he says goes. If he says a dragon is to start the stalk on the ground, you go on the ground. If you are the eye in the sky, you fly high so that the prey doesn’t see you but you see the prey.”

“But why must we hunt from the ground when we have our wings?” asked a young Asian dragon.

“Well Shang that’s because in order to take prey from the ground, you must first tire it out. It never suspects a dragon to chase it from the ground. A good chase helps the seeker tell the other dragons where the prey is going. If all of us hunted from the air, we lose the prey much quicker in the trees and brush.”

“Today you kids will be learning just that. We’re going to set you off into small groups and your job is to assign a chaser, a seeker and finally the ambusher. The ambusher’s role in the hunt is when the prey is finally within reach, you must strike out and take it down. All members must work together as a single unit. No one must outshine the others.” Deacon said.

“Deacon and I have assigned the roles for each of you and have already decided on who is to be what in this team hunt. In total we shall have seven teams of three since there are now 21 in this class level, so here are your teammates.” After a few minutes everyone of us was assigned a team.

I was partnered with two female dragons Astrid and Rose. I was to be the ambusher, Rose was the ground chaser and Astrid was the eye in the sky.

“Now it’s not about who catches the biggest prey or who comes first in the hunt. The object is to work together as a single unit. You all have your assigned roles and areas of your hunting ground, now hunt!” Rose, Astrid and I ran westward then went north until they finally caught wind of something.

It was a hare.

“Hare, 10 o’ clock.” I whispered.

“10 o clock?” questioned Astrid confused.

“It’s just an expression, just look that way.” The girls turned and they soon saw the hare feasting on some grass.

“Okay I’ll take to the skies, call out patterns and turns.” Astrid whispered as she turned into her silver dragon form and took off flying with probably the quietest flaps I had ever heard coming from a dragon’s wings.

“I’ll head on ahead. Think you can handle the chase Rose?” I asked her. But she looked a little scared, her hands were wringing themselves and it looked like she had tears in her eyes. “Hey Rose, you okay?”

“I’ve never been able to pass this test. I always fail Master Stephen and Alpha. I—I can’t do this. Why can’t we hunt grass or berries?” I looked at her empathically and said.

“You want to be friends with that hare, don’t you?” she looked up at me and nodded.

“It’s sad the way we must kill animals. They’re real nice and they never did anything to us.” I sighed and said.

“I know. Believe me it was hard the first time I ever had to kill a live animal. But take it from me Rose. As hard as it is, hunting is the difference between living and dying. If I didn’t do what I had to, I wouldn’t be alive today. And neither would your Alpha. You’d all still be living in fear had he died at a young age from hunger. I know it’s cruel but it’s what’ll help the nest. For your future little ones you may have. And it’s like Stephen said, you all do it for survival and I wish it were like that for all living creatures that hunt. Including us humans but sadly some of us have forgotten that law.”

“My mama says that humans kill for sport. That some of you have animals as trophies, or clothes. Is that true?”

“Sadly it is. For many humans they do hunt for sport. But some of us aren’t like that. Like me for example. I never killed a bunny back home if I knew it wasn’t going to be for a good reason either for myself or for your Alpha. Yeah it was tough the first several times. Believe me my first time I cried for over a week and thought about never eating meat again. But fruits and berries can last you so long. In the end I needed more protein otherwise I wouldn’t last. And I didn’t want to die.”

I cupped the side of her face and said.

“I know it’s scary but I know you can do this. All you have to do is just lead it towards me. Let me take care of the rest, okay?” She nodded and said.

“Thank you mama dragon.”

“You got this sweetie. I believe in you Rose.” I ruffled her hair gently then kept my eyes on the hare as I stalked around it, making sure to hide in the thick bush downwind of its sense of smell.

Rose slowly stalked towards the hare in her dragon form and soon the hunt began. The hare quickly took off running through bushes and logs but Rose was right on him, from the air I could see Astrid flying out and calling out to Rose in dragon tongue calling out patterns in order to lead the hare straight towards me.

I got into position and could hear twigs snapping and heavy footsteps. I waited, and waited and waited until the hare jumped in my line of vision and I grabbed hold of it and pinned it down by it’s back so that I could quickly tie up it’s legs. Rose slide up to me panting and Astrid came down to see if I had caught it.

“Well done girls, you did amazing.” I placed my hand on each of their heads giving them a proud stroke as they purred and nuzzled against my hand. Rose especially was happy as she nuzzled further up my arm and she licked my face and just stared at me with those dragon amber eyes of hers. “You’re welcome Rose, alright c’mon let’s show your alpha and teacher what we managed to catch.” We then headed back to where Deacy and Stephen were waiting for all the young ones to come back with their game.

All the young dragons got a different variety of things from birds, to rabbits and foxes and some caught bigger game like small deer.

“Well done young ones, I see some potential future hunters for our nest. Keep this up and soon you’ll be joining your Alpha and I on the real hunts.” The young dragons all cheered and it was then Deacy said.

“Alright I think that’s enough for today, back to the den. No wondering off now.” It was then we watched as all the young dragons flew off. “Mum, that includes you.”

“Got important Alpha things to talk about?” I asked. He nodded. “Very well I’ll leave you boys to talk. Besides I better make sure Sam, Dean and Cas aren’t too suspicious. I’ll see you guys later.” I then took off running off back towards the den.

*3rd Person POV*

As soon as (y/n) was out of range, Stephen said to Deacy.

“I got an update from Warren sometime last night.”

“And?”

“It’s here. He lost track of it at around dawn so it could be anywhere now.”

“Any what of Percy? Was he with it?”

“As far as he knew, no. Let’s up it’s just that monstrosity and nothing else.”

“We can’t take any risk. Even if it’s just one of them, I want it killed before it can report back to him. No one is to leave the den until this thing is caught and destroyed.”

“What of your mum? And the brothers?” Deacy hated to even think of doing this but he had to protect his mother.

“Even them. If they try to leave, stop them at all cost. I refuse to lose another mother.”

“Understood Alpha.” Stephen then took off flying in dragon form and Deacy turned to look up at the sky before spreading out his wings and flying high into the sky.

*My POV*

As I finally reached the den, I suddenly heard a voice I hoped that I wouldn’t hear say.

“What the hell is this!?” I was shocked to see Dean, Sam and Cas all standing outside all with their arms crossed over their chests and looking at me with disapproving looks.

“Hey guys well look who finally came out of the den. Seriously never did I think you guys would come out here for some air.”

“Don’t play dumb (l/n), what the hell’s all this? What are you wearing cause last I checked we’re miles from Comic Con.” Dean snarled.

“What oh this old thing? Latest fashion statement here in Britain didn’t you know?”

“You’re lying to us (y/n), now give us the truth.” Sam demanded.

“What do you guys care, so I made a suit so what? It never harmed anyone?” It was then Dean came up to me and forcefully pulled on my wing string which caused my wings to spring out. “Dean what the hell? I thought you were taught to never forcefully put your hands on someone!?”

“Not when someone is pretending to be something they’re not. So all this time, the sneaking out, the early morning patrols with your son? You were being one of them?”

“So what if I was?” I bluntly said as I took my wings back in. “Did it ever occur to you boys that when you found me I might’ve had a second agenda in mind?”

“So you were just using us?” asked Sam.

“I was being a mother! You guys will never understand the bond between a parent and their child!”

“We do know one thing. We know the bond between family. We took you in, we protected you, and this is how you repay us back?! Okay that’s it we’re out of here.” Dean forcefully grabbed my arm and dragged me towards Sam and Cas. “Cas get us home.”

“Dean stop it let me go! Let go of me!”

“No one is going anywhere!” Soon slamming down on the ground with green wings spread out was Deacon. “You four are to stay here.”

“And look whose come? The beast who gave (y/n) Stockholm Syndrome.” Dean fake praised. “The all mighty Alpha dragon.”

“Let go of my mother Dean.” Deacy lowly growled.

“That a threat?”

“Not a threat, a promise.” Deacon’s eyes phased into dragon slits as I could hear the low thunder growls rise up in his throat.

Dean forcefully let me go but before I could stop him, Sam stopped me holding me back and I watched as Dean walked straight up to Deacy and he said.

“You really are a mama’s boy aren’t you? Well news flash in my book humans don’t take in monsters. She’s done with you. And if you come back for her, I will end you.” Dean punched Deacy across the face sending him down to the ground.

“Stop it! Leave him alone!” I roared at Dean as I struggled to get out of Sam’s grip. Deacy looked up Dean and said as he got up.

“Yeah, and how you gonna do that hunter?” Deacy then sent a hard right hook across Dean’s face and at that punch I heard thunder rumble and lightning flashed across the sky. Dean looked back towards my son with blood dripping at the corner of his mouth.

He wiped it away as Deacon continued.

“I know all about Dean Winchester, I know exactly where you have been. The hunter to be pulled from hell, and now the one place that’s even worse than hell. Purgatory. The hell for all monsters. I’ve seen the bloodlust in your eyes, and that only comes from those whose had to fight for their survival. Well if you want a challenge then you’ve got one.”

The two of them charged at each other trying to outweigh the other like two titans battling it out. But then Dean had to cheat as he kicked Deacy’s leg in sending him down to the ground and I heard the cocking sound of a gun. In his hand Dean held his gun and my son looked up to see the barrel of it staring him right in the face. He chuckled icily and mocked.

“You know that thing won’t kill me right? You’d just be wasting bullets.”

“Yeah but I’ve had an itch to shoot you since I met you. Plus we’ll see how many bullets it takes to slow a dragon down. Maybe even bleed you out?”

“You could try that. But one shot of that gun and the entire nest will know who fired that gun. They know the sounds of a hunter’s weapon. And once they see the blood on me, they will reign hellfire down upon you. And dragon fire is worse than what you experienced in hell.”

Dean took aim, slowly his finger pulled on the trigger and soon a shot was heard.

Dean Winchester had been knocked to the ground and when he quickly grabbed his gun to fire once more at Deacy since he had missed the first shot, but standing in front of his target was none other than me.

Yeah. I had knocked Sam out and tackled Dean before he could shoot my son and now here I was standing protectively in front of my boy and a hunter.

“Mum, stay out of this.” I heard my son say.

“No! Not this time. If he’s got the balls to shoot my son, then surely he’s got the balls to shoot his mother.” I glared right at Dean and continued, “I knew you changed the second you came back from Purgatory. You’re full of bloodlust, you never ask questions, and you’re always on edge. I’ve warned you multiple times what would happen should you harm my son. So come on, you’re a hunter. A Winchester no less. If you really think I’m a monster,” I walked right up to him, took the gun and positioned it right to my forehead and sneered, “Then treat me like one.”

Silence rang through the air and I saw a slight flicker in Dean’s soulless eyes, but he still didn’t drop the gun even as I held my arms out ready for him to shoot me.

“C’mon Winchester.” I mocked.

“Dean….put the gun down.” Sam tried to reason as I saw from the corner of my eyes he and Cas slowly walking towards us. After a moment of silence and Dean still keeping his dagger-like eyes locked right on me, Cas now spoke up.

“If you pull that trigger, you will unleash something far worse than anything you’ve seen. Deacon, Stephen, Apophis, every single dragon will kill you!”

“Not if I kill them first.” Dean argued arrogantly.

“No you won’t! Dean…..I know what you’ve been through back in Purgatory, trust me I was there with you. But if you cross this line, all that’s happened to you will seem like a walk in the park. Trust me. You can’t comprehend how deep a dragon’s loyalty goes. So don’t test him!” Cas argued back.

All was tense and quiet. I could just feel the fear from Cas and Sam, the anger from my son and the rage Dean was emitting.

“Dean! You’re better than this.” Sam reasoned one last time. For a split second I thought Dean would shoot me right then and there but then something else happened.

A loud roar echoed throughout the forest. If I had to put it into words, it almost sounded like the raptors from Jurassic Park.

“What the hell?” I muttered.

“Get inside.” Deacy demanded. “Now all of you inside!”

“Deacon hold on what is that?” asked Sam.

“Just get inside!” Suddenly out of nowhere a dragon suddenly appeared, but it was completely different than any dragon I had ever seen.

It looked like a crossover of a dragon, scorpion and spider. It’s tail was what got my attention as there was a large piercing stinger at the end of it, it had two tusks on it’s mouth like a warthog and had six legs, the front legs resembled pincers and the other four were more like dragon legs and feet.

“Run!” Deacon soon phased into his dragon form and grabbed hold of me and put me on his back as well as grabbed the boys and we flew towards the den with the dragon chasing after us.

“Uhh Deacon shouldn’t you be fighting back?” Sam cried out.

“Look out!” I ducked his head in as the dragon shot out something I never thought a dragon could breath out. Acid. Green and yellow acid. I watched in shock as it melted the rocks like it was nothing.

“Does that answer your question Sammy?” I cried out. We soon reached the main sanctuary but as soon as the rest of the Deacy’s nest saw the dragon enter, they all flew high up to their sleeping dens away from the dragon.

As Deacy flew towards his, the dragon was right on his tail ready to fire again but he suddenly stopped as he was now thrown backwards. Standing between the dragon and Deacy was none other than Warren. As we all got off of Deacy’s back, I looked over just to see what all was happening.

Warren stood before this dragon and roared menacingly at him and the two circled each other. Even though Warren had a great size advantage over this dragon I was not expecting what was to come.

The dragon leapt itself at Warren, attaching itself to his face and horrifyingly managed to bring the giant colossal dragon down to the ground off of his feet.

I could hear all the other dragons whimpering and roaring in fear as Warren was taken down by this tiny bug-like dragon compared to him. Using his whip like tail, he at least managed to pull the dragon off of him but before he could unleash a raging fireball at this dragon, I saw some sort of spit shot right at Warren’s eyes and he roared in pain as the dragon quickly got onto his back.

Using it’s barbed like tail like a scorpion, it pierced through Warren’s neck causing him to roar before finally collapsing on the ground forcing himself to transform back to his human form. The dragon roared and circled Warren, all the while stomping on the ground with its pincher-like front legs sounding like it was gloating.

Why couldn’t he hear it? If his sight was blinded then his ears should be able to hear him? Why wasn’t he hearing it, it was clearly wanting him to fight him back.

Okay that’s it. I placed my helmet over my face and activated my wings and took off flying all the while hearing Deacy and the guys trying to stop me.

*3rd Person POV*

As Warren lied there helplessly, his vision now blurry thanks to the dragon’s special venom and from the paralysis poison coursing through his veins, the dragon then launched another attack ready to end Warren’s life with a single bite to tear him in half while he was still in this form.

But what the dragon didn’t expect was another roar to be hear, but it was unlike any roar it heard, especially as it felt itself being kicked in the forehead and tossed aside like trash away from its kill. As it got back on it’s legs and snarled, there stood (y/n).

Her wings spread and she now activated her special ‘dragon claws’ that she herself had forged while working at a case at an old steel mill. She stood protectively in front of Warren, even though he had threatened her no one deserves to be taken down by a cheater.

From above all the dragon seeing the Mother Dragon down below about to go face to face with this dragon all roared and cried out for her to kill it. All but Castiel, Sam, Dean and especially Deacy who was fearful that he’d lose yet another mother, and this time in the most gruesome way possible.

Then it began. The dragon launched itself at (y/n) but she leapt over the dragon easily but it quickly came back at her a second time but she managed to jump over it and land perfectly on the tree and thanks to her claws, she got a pretty good height as she hung there for a bit.

However the dragon didn’t just fly up to her, no that was too easy. This dragon was just a fast a flyer as it was a walker as it now crawled up towards (y/n) roaring and snarling at her, chasing her up further and further into the tree.

Clawing and spitting acid toward her, (y/n) somehow managed to dodge it’s perfect aim running across the branch until she was forced to open her wings once more and take flight towards another tree branch.

She waited as the entire sanctuary was silent. Looking at every corner she could to try and see if she could spot the red and black dragon anywhere but there was no sign of it. That was until suddenly it somehow got above her and was ready to take her down, but then revealing a hidden knife underneath her wrist, she managed to stab the dragon’s wing which caused it to go off balance and roll down 10 feet to the ground. The dragons above her roaring and cheering.

It wasn’t until the dragon opened it’s wing to not only reveal that she had actually managed to stab it, but she gave it a pretty good cut in it as well, at least 3-4 inches of an opening on it’s wing. And everyone knows that if a dragon’s wing is damaged, it can’t fly.

Angered by the fact that someone had actually managed to hurt it, it let out a hiss towards (y/n). Showing the dragon her knife, she hissed back before jumping right to the ground as the dragon circled around her lowly growling and using its second pair of claws to tab the ground as a distraction.

Then quick as a whip, it used its tail to try and stab her with it’s piercing stinger filled with venom but that was only a distraction as the dragon suddenly now stood before her and used it’s pincer like front claw to push her aside which actually knocked her into a boulder. She let out a cry and all the dragons above went silent with worry as they saw the Mother Dragon go down.

With her vision blurry she saw the dragon crawl up to her before finally pinning her down using its tusks, its hot breath dancing across her face and it’s tongue sneaking out to have a taste of her before ending her life.

That was until it felt a shot to its side and there stood Dean Winchester.

“Hey spider dragon! Back away from my sister!” The dragon hissed and charged after Dean and he kept firing shot after shot before reaching for his machete and managed the scar the dragon across its eye making it rear back and roar in pain before hissing down at Dean. It knocked the machete out of his hand right and into the lake using its tail and pinned the eldest Winchester down.

Just before Dean found himself to be melted into acid, (y/n) who now regained consciousness mounted the dragon and pulled it by its horns trying to redirect its attention to her now.

The dragon now pissed off that someone was now on it, tried to buck and shake her off of it but she kept a strong hold on his horns. That was until she tried to lead it towards the thicket of trees where the young dragons would use as a type of ‘dragon jungle gym.’ Only this was much tighter and older dragons wouldn’t be able to fit in it.

Once she was close enough, she took a leap of faith and managed to grab onto one of the branches and pull herself inside and bury herself into the jungle gym. But the dragon was right above her as it used it’s tail, pinchers and acid spit to try and reach her, roaring and snarling along the way.

She buried herself deeper and deeper into the thicket gym as the needle and acid just barely reached her. It was then she saw an opening wide enough for her to get out to the lake and go and find Dean’s machete. But the dragon roared at her giving her a jump scare forcing her to yelp and go backwards into the thicket.

Arms came down from above trying to reach in and pull her out, it was then she saw a stone just lying inside, probably left there by one of the younger dragons. She quickly grabbed it and shoved it through the hole where the dragon’s second left arm was. It let out a roar as it tried to pull itself out then tried to lash out with its pincers as she managed to escape out of the thicket and run towards the lake.

But with its leg still trapped, it couldn’t do anything so it did the only thing it could do. Using its own acid on itself, it fired its own leg which easily disintegrated it instantly before finally taking off running towards (y/n).

She quickly jumped in but before she could dive down, the dragon leapt over her and tackled her sending both her and it down the dark blue water.

All was quiet as the dragons watched with horror and shock as the water rippled before going still. Deacy, Sam and Cas watched from their perch in shock and horror while Dean raced up towards the water.

“(Y/n)? (N/n)!” But there was no answer. He was terrified to think that (y/n) was dead and the last thing she’ll ever remember him by would be pointing a gun at her. Even though he did try to save her, he never got the chance to apologize and he doubt he ever would.

The water soon turned red and everyone feared the worse that it was human blood but with the water so dark and murky they couldn’t tell whose blood it was.

That was until (y/n) broke surface like Ariel gasping and coughing out water.

*My POV*

Somehow I managed to find Dean’s machete at the bottom of the lagoon and then just as the dragon came at me, I swam up and stabbed it right through the eye. I made sure to twist the knife in to be sure that it would stay dead and next thing I knew, I just collapsed to the sea floor.

As I was running out of air, I quickly swam back to the surface of the water as well as the blood and let out a huge gasp and coughed harshly while panting for air.

I then swam back towards the edge and just before I pulled myself up, I saw Dean’s hand reach out in front of me. I took it and he helped me up then immediately embraced me. I could tell by the look in his eyes and just the strength of his embrace that he was trying to apologize but knew he couldn’t find the right words.

So I leaned against him and hugged him back as well as patted him telling him that I forgave him. It was then I finally heard all around me the dragons roaring in victory. Dean and I separated and looked up to see them all out of their dens, their wings extended and some breathing out fire.

I then stood up and walked outward looking down at the machete in my hand. The blade dripping with both water and blood and just like a true warrior, I raised it in the air and I let out my best battle cry that could compare to a dragon’s roar.

They all soon came flying down and surrounded both Dean and I thanking us for killing that dragon. But I especially was nudged on top of Apophis’ dragon head and raised up high into the air and the dragons continued to roar.

But it was then I noticed Warren who looked at me disappointingly before sulking away out of the den.

After the fight; Deacy refused to leave my side as he now had me between his front dragon legs and proceeded to lick me, healing me of any wounds. But after a while he just wouldn’t let up.

“Alright Deacy. Deacy. Deacy stop! Okay, okay I think you’ve got all the wounds cleaned off now.” I tried to get out of his grip but he blocked my path before slowly scooting his hand over toward me forcing me to go back towards him. “Deacon seriously I’m fine now!” He huffed and grumbled at me. “Don’t take the tone with me mister man!”

He grumbled and nuzzled his nose against my stomach and lowly grumbled. It was then I began to slowly understand what he was trying to say.

“Hey, I’m still alive aren’t I?” He looked at me and nudged closer to me before phasing into his human state and he said.

“Yeah, I just—” but he was interrupted as Stephen now came in and he said.

“Oh sorry, was I interrupting something?”

“Yes you were.” Deacy sneered.

“Deacy don’t go off on him. What is it Stephen? Is—is Warren alright?”

“Yes he’ll be fine. Kisara and I managed to help give him his sight back and drain the venom out of his system. But that’s not why I’m here. I need to ask you (y/n).” I looked at him confused. He came up towards us and he asked me, “Tell me how long have you been exposed to dragon saliva?”

“What are you saying?” Deacy asked.

“Please I—I just need to know.”

“Well, I mean it was after that shapeshifter attack when I was 13. Then after that it was only on severe wounds.”

“Which happened at least four times a month.” Deacy piped in.

“No it was more like twice a month.”

“Mum get real.”

“Okay well that was for 3 years till we were separated, until last week when we reunited. And of course all the other times you’ve licked me since then.” He came up to me and held out his arm saying.

“May I?” I held out my hand but he gently grasped my forearm with his left while his right hand hovered over the underside of it. His fingers softly and gingerly stroking my skin as suddenly my veins began to glow and light up which freaked me out for a brief second but I calmed down when I didn’t feel anything.

His palm turned up and soon a spirit visual of my body came up and some sort of blue light was coursing throughout my body.

“Just as I thought. But—never did I imagine I’d actually get to see it with my own eyes.” He muttered as he looked directly at me before cupping my face.

“What are you getting at Stephen?”

“Deacon, your mother—is enhanced.” The two of us looked at each other in shock.

“Wait so—you….you mean I’m basically a dragon?” I asked bewildered.

“To a degree. There is rumor that if one is exposed to dragon saliva for a certain amount of time, then the host can gain enhanced abilities. Answer this for me (y/n), on any of your hunts either with Deacy or the brothers, have you ever done things that not even they could do?” I began to think long and hard and turns out now it all made sense.

The time we were on a Vampire hunt in Omaha, I was able to jump from roof to roof in order to catch a vamp who tried to kill a young teenage girl.

Another case was when we were hunting a pack of werewolves and we were captured and I was tied to a chair, I was basically able to literally perform a Natasha and break free and take down the werewolves before killing them.

And of course there’s all the training days when I was able to take down both brothers as well as Castiel. And I could just go on and on about several other situations.

“Yeah on numerous occasions.” I replied.

“It would seem you’ve been enhanced with great strength, speed and agility that only us dragons are known to have. Because that fight was unlike anything I had ever seen humans do, even the best of them have stumbled but you….you were a different story.” I let all this information sink in and just couldn’t believe my mind.

“So…..does this mean I’m immortal as well?”

“Unfortunately no. Dragon saliva can heal as well as enhance but it cannot grant you immortality. Dragons aren’t made, they’re born. That’s the way it’s always been and always will be I’m afraid.” Stephen answered.

“Well it was worth a shot.” I said as I stroked my son’s cheek and he leaned into my hand. “Where is Warren? I—I’d like to apologize to him. I mean I did kinda steal his thunder and he looked disappointed after I won that fight.” The two of them looked at each other and Deacy said.

“Mum, I think it’s best you leave Warren to one of us.”

“Are you sure? I feel like I should be able to defend myself and let him know I didn’t mean to offend him in anyway.”

“Trust us mum, you wouldn’t want to see him when he’s in his moods. We’ll speak for you, just please don’t go anywhere near him, okay?” Deacy’s eyes were serious as he spoke this and he needed me to swear that I wouldn’t do what he think I’d do.

“Okay, I promise.”

“Thank you.” He spoke softly as he kissed my forehead and embraced me.

*3rd Person POV*

Later that night just outside of the den, Warren was lying up against a tree trying to come to terms with what had just happened to him earlier this afternoon. Stephen who agreed with Deacy went out to find the stubborn dragon and talk some sense into him and speak for the Mother Dragon.

Even through the light of the half moon, he could see that his friend and brother was still upset, humiliated and disappointed.

“Warren?” Stephen spoke up softly. Warren with his arms crossed over his chest didn’t look down at the half breed and continued to mope. “I know it was hard for you today. Back with the acid spitter, but surely it’s not worth all this self-pitying about. Please Warren, she saved your life even after all that you’ve threatened her with.” Having enough of hearing about this ‘Mother Dragon’ bullshit, Warren stood up and growled.

“You. Allowing her to get involved with our war.” Stephen smelling the air knew what was coming towards him. Warren’s eyes turned from blue to dragon slit in a split second as he finished his statement, “traitorous half breed rat!”

From the den; Kisara was actually the first to hear the sound of a fight happening. She lifted her head from her mate’s neck and took off flying towards the entrance and she was greeted with a horrifying sight.

She saw her two brothers fighting it out. Both in their dragon forms with Warren gripping onto Stephen’s tail trying to rip it off of him. He slammed the four winged dragon down and continued with his attack and of course Stephen tried to fight back.

She roared out and flew towards the two dragons hoping to break up the fight. She finally landed in front of them and tried to bite Warren’s neck trying to pull him off, using her wings tapping him to stand down. But due to her size compared to Warren it did absolutely nothing. Then something horrifying happened.

Warren turned on Kisara blindly and there ended up being a long, bloody scar that ran from her chest to her lower abdomen, right where the eggs still were. When he finally calmed down to see it was Kisara that he had attacked, he knew that he had screwed up big time.

Along with harming the Alpha’s parents, it was taboo to do harm to a dragon’s pregnant mate.

Stephen quickly came up to her and nuzzled her head as she whimpered. Warren phased back into his human form with a look of horror and guilt on his face. Next thing he knew, he was pinned against a tree by the throat by none other than Apophis who was seething with anger.

“THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!? YOU COULD’VE KILLED HER!! OUR FIRST LITTER OF CHILDREN YOU COWARD!!!”

“Apophis!” They turned around to soon see not only Deacon but (y/n), Castiel and the Winchester brothers as well as some of the other dragons who had heard the commotion. As much as Apophis wanted to kill Warren for attacking his pregnant mate and threatening the life of his future little ones and he had the right to do that, but his Alpha refused to let him have it.

After what felt like forever, he finally released Warren and raced up to Kisara frantic with worry.

“Kisara? Kisara love I’m here. I’m right here darling.” He stroked her muzzle and she looked up at her mate with pained eyes as she lifted her head and placed it across Apophis’ lap whimpering in pain as he continued to stroke her, placing his head against hers.

Ashamed of himself, Warren took off flying trying to get away from everyone because this time he knew there was no coming back from this. He knew he’d be exiled for this because he broke a sacred dragon law against a pregnant female.

And one that had shown him nothing but kindness and love, he never meant to hurt her, he never would hurt Kisara.

But he did. And he would forever be ashamed of what he did.

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The Sirens’ Song

summary: it’s a pirate’s life for Washington and the crew, who run one of the most highly-feared pirate ships on the ocean. Struck by a recent tragedy and a new recruit they navigate the seas in an attempt to continue what they do best: pirating. When they are faced with the impossible task of choosing between loyalty to the crew and finding again what they once lost, will they make the right choice?

words: 3,068

a/n: hey, everyone! I had this wild idea for a PIRATE/MERMAID AU so here I am because, of course, I have nothing better to do than start another series, right (yikes)?? Anyways, I am pretty happy with how chapter one turned out and I’m pretty pumped about it! Please let me know what you think, feedback would be greatly appreciated, and if you liked it, be sure to reblog so other people can read TSS too! :)

tags: if you want to be tagged in upcoming chapters, shoot me an ask!

dedication: @sinmineral for helping me write this at 4AM last night lmfao thx my dude

The wind roars as the waves whip across the ship and soak the deck in a freezing, salty spray. The crew slides into the masts, frantically pulling at riggings and trying to navigate the ship around the storm.

“Someone needs to tend to the port-side mast! NOW!”

“On it, Captain!”

The crew is like a well-oiled machine. We trust our captain and obey orders without question. There is hardly an opportunity to panic because we synchronize so well.

The water begins to calm as we sail forward, the boat rocking back and forth dangerously fast over the remaining waves.

“Ahh,” the captain sighs with a small smile, letting go of the rigging that controls the largest sail. “Well done, everyone. It seems we’ve seen the worst of it for now.”

The crew and I give a small cheer, but we do not get too hasty—we still are not completely free of the bumpy waters.

“Should be smooth sailing from here on out, Captain Washington,” the lookout calls from the crow’s nest, putting away a spyglass.

With a curt nod, relief floods the captain’s face in the form of a warm smile.

“Aye! I think it’s high time we hit the hammocks. I’ll take first watch tonight. Seabury’s got supper ready for you in the galley. Go enjoy yourselves! And tomorrow, we find some gold!” 

The crew whoops and hollers as they head down for supper, laughing and telling our mates what went on at their post during the storm. I stay behind for a moment, lingering.

“Is something wrong, Hamilton?” Washington asks me. “If this is about—you know—the answer is still no. I’m sorry, but rules are rules.”

“Not at all, Captain.” I am lying and Washington knows it. “Just wanted to congratulate a job well-done.”

Washington grasps my hand and shakes it enthusiastically. We are close friends, having been sailing together since we were young. Something about sailing brings people together.

“Thank you, Eliza,” Georgia says to me. “Aye, another storm tackled. Save me a plate, will you?”

I nod and spin on my heel, straightening my jacket as I head down to the galley for my favourite activity: eating dinner and tormenting Seabury with my shipmates.

It is calm. Quiet. The waves rock the ship through the inky blackness of the night and the crew’s hammocks swing gently in time with the movement. The ropes which suspend them creak slowly, lulling the crew into the day’s first moment of relaxation. I can tell that everyone else is asleep—their breathing has steadied and one of them is even snoring. It is probably Angelica, but I can’t know for sure.

I enjoy these moments, alone in the darkness. I am free to think whatever I please, free to stare at the beams overhead if I so choose, free to do nothing. A rare treat.

“Hamilton.”

A whisper through the darkness.

A moment of silence.

“Reynolds.”

“You’re still awake.” The declaration slices harshly through the night. “I cannot seem to fall asleep.”

“Me either,” I reply softly. “Come here.”

I listen as the rough canvas of the hammock rustles and the floorboards creak, growing louder as Reynolds draws closer. I push the edge of my hammock out to allow my companion to slide in next to me.

“Maria,” I murmur in acknowledgement.

“Elizabeth.”

I can’t help but smile at the use of my first name—another rare occurrence. Wrapping an arm around Reynolds, I sigh into her hair, lost in a deep peace. Moments like these make me wish the night could go on forever, that we could stay like this until the end of time.

Washington, however, has strict rules about fellow crew members seeing each other. According to her it is bad for morale and only ever ends badly.

“It has been an eventful few days.” My voice drops to a whisper as I feel my eyelids grow heavy. “We need our sleep.”

I feel Reynolds nod against my chest. This is quickly replaced with a yawn.

“Sweet dreams, Hamilton,” she says softly. Her voice is like the smoothest rum—comforting, warm, and intoxicating. She is asleep before I can reply.

I brush a stray hair out of my companion’s face and smile sadly. She is the most recent addition to the crew, and is also the youngest. During one of our stretches on land last month, Washington found her prostituting on the streets for pennies a day. At eighteen, she had lost her family to an illness and when we found her only a year later, she was doing all she could to survive. Washington wouldn’t hear another word about it—she was to come with us. The promise was not of much, but she ensured Reynolds that we eat three square meals a day and that we take care of each other.

It did not take long for Reynolds and I to fall for each other. As Washington’s oldest friend and first mate of the ship, I was given the task of training Reynolds. At first I was not impressed, unsure of how a lowly wench could survive even a month with a bunch of pirates. Very quickly, however, my distaste was replaced with shock as I found Reynolds to be an extremely hard worker and constantly eager to learn.

It took me but a week to fall for her.

The first time we kissed was after the raid of a rival ship. She was nervous, having never so much as wielded a sword or a gun before in a real battle. She managed to not only survive but find the rivals’ loot as well. After we tied the pirates to their own ship, Reynolds and I, overcome with adrenaline, kissed on the gangplank connecting the raided ship and our own.

Immediately after that did Washington remind us of her rule about shipmate relations.

So here we lie in the darkness, our only companion the pale moon that lights the sleeping quarters. We cannot always lay together—in fact, we usually do not—but once in awhile, Reynolds will wake me in dire need of human contact.

We are understanding for the most part; we were all like that in the beginning. Over time, however, we began to forget the feeling, and the appeal of the feeling, so the need is lost. Because of Maria, I have begun to crave human contact again. I find it to be like a drug: you can wean yourself off of it, but once it returns, it is even harder to forget than the first time.

My eyelids are finally beginning to flutter shut as I drift in and out of consciousness, warmed comfortably by the girl who lays beside me. Reynolds’ breathing is calculated and deep, a testament to her exhaustion.

I match my breathing to hers and feel sleep threaten to take over my body when a sharp knock at the door rips me from my dreamlike state.

“LADIES! Up and at `em, c’mon!”

The hammocks around me begin to stir as Maria jumps frantically out of mine and back to her own before anyone can notice.

“What’s going on?” Schuyler mutters grumpily. Rule number one of the ship is to never wake Angelica unless it is an emergency. And from the tone of Washington’s voice, this is an emergency.

“Hurry up!”

I stand and stretch, pulling my pants, boots, and jacket on in a hurry. My shipmates follow suit and trail behind me up to the main deck where we line up and wait to be updated.

Washington’s pacing comes to a halt as she gazes at each one of us in turn. I swear I can see her eyes flicker from me to Reynolds and back, but it is probably my exhaustion-induced imagination.

“It must have been a navigational error,” Washington begins. I can hear the worry in her voice, which concerns me. It is out of character for her to get this concerned about something so quickly.

“What is happening, Captain?” I ask, stepping forward. My voice is strong but I let Georgia see the worry in my face. I need her to know that she is frightening me.

“Like I said,” Washington replies. Her voice is slower this time, more calculated. “It must have been a navigational error. It’s no one’s fault, really…it’s just that we—we’re approaching siren territory.”

I feel my throat drop into my stomach as I look round at the crew. Angelica’s eyes are wide. Her sister, Peggy, has taken a step back to lean against the mast. Reynolds is looking between us in shock.

“They’re real?” she whispers.

I nod slowly. “They’re real. And they’re dangerous.”

Behind me, I can hear the singing grow louder. I am enchanted. Despite my best efforts to drown it out, I cannot focus on anything but the song emanating from the sea, detached from any visible bodies. It is the sound of echoes, the sound of bells. As we stand on the deck, the moonlight illuminating our pale, scared faces, the singing grows louder. We know that, realistically, we will not be able to stop whatever is about to happen, but at the same time we know that we must try to fight.

I look over at Reynolds. She does not look as scared as the rest of us, but again, she’s never encountered the sirens before. Washington looks stressed. She spins around and rushes back to the Captain’s Quarters. I chase after her.

“Washington,” I call. “Captain! Georgia! Wait for a moment!”

The captain stops in her tracks and looks at me, eyes stormy and full of sadness.

“We must fight,” I say frantically. “Georgia, we have no choice. We won’t make it out of here alive.”

She studies my face and sighs. “Hamilton—”

“Captain, I know what happened was hard—trust me, we all still feel it. Every single day we feel it—but we need to get past this, okay? We’ve done it once. We can do it again. No casualties this time.”

Washington nods. She knows that I’m right.

“I miss Martha,” she whispers, resting her forehead on my shoulder. “Every goddamn day I miss her more, Eliza.”

Martha Dandridge. The reason for Washington’s rule against seeing shipmates. Dandridge was first mate aboard the ship, and she and Washington had planned to marry upon our next stop on land.

Before we could make it, however, we entered siren territory. Dandridge was taken captive by the sirens’ song. We still do not know what she heard that made her jump, but before Washington could stop her, she had fallen prey to the sirens’ endearing voices. We managed to escape to the nearest port by morning where we found and recruited Maria. I was made first mate, and none of us spoke about it again. Until now.

“We all miss her, Georgia,” I say gently, patting my captain’s shoulder.

“Right.” She nods, snapping herself free from her thoughts. “Well, let’s get out of here.”

I feel a smile tug at the corners of my mouth, pulling the door open for Washington. She walks swiftly back onto the deck and I follow closely behind her.

“Alright, mates,” Washington says. There is a renewed vigour in her voice which she harnesses to comfort us. “We need to get out of here as soon as we possibly can. Reynolds: you’ve never seen sirens before—it’s not going to be easy, we all know that—but we don’t have another choice, now do we?”

We shake our heads.

“Answer me when I speak to you or you’ll be downstairs swabbing the galley with Seabury. DO WE?”

“NO MA’AM,” we chant in unison.

Washington smiles. “That’s better. Okay. Little Schuyler! I need you in the crow’s nest. Keep eyes on the sirens. They usually travel in packs, so once we’ve passed them we should be in the clear.”

Peggy salutes and climbs up the ladder to her usual post.

“Big Schuyler. I need you at the helm. They're going to start churning the water so it’s not going to be easy. You’re going to have to steer us around the waves as best you can.”

“Yes, Captain!” Angelica salutes and takes hold of the spinning wheel, ready for further instruction.

“Reynolds!” Washington spins around to face Maria. “I need you on the rigging of the mainsail.”

Reynolds’ eyes widen in shock. “But—”

“No ‘buts,’ Reynolds! Do as you’re told. I cannot be trusted with it in siren territory. I’m too susceptible to their song.”

Reynolds gives an unsure salute as Washington exchanges a glance with me. I know what she is thinking. As Reynolds walks away, the captain approaches me.

“If they sing about Martha, Hamilton, I don’t know what’s going to happen.” There is a terror in Washington’s eyes that I’ve never seen before. “I won’t promise that I’m going to be strong enough to resist.”

I nod, understanding that it is pointless to argue or disagree.

“I’ve got you covered, Captain,” I say. “Always.”

Washington clears her throat and looks around at the crew. “POSITIONS. READY?”

“AYE, CAPTAIN.”

“Ladies, it’s going to be a long night, but let’s get the hell out of here.”

“AYE, CAPTAIN.”

We are thrown into the midst of hell. The ship is slammed against the waves created by the stirring sirens and we are knocked violently around with it.

“HAMILTON, MAN THE BOW,” Little Schuyler screams from her post. “THEY’RE CONGREGATING THERE!”

I sprint across the slick deck, pulling my gun from its holster. The singing gets louder as I halt at the front of the ship. Below me, I can see a group of sirens looking up at us. One gestures for me to follow him into the dark and unforgiving sea. They slice through the water with their fins, navigating easily the storm they are creating.

“I can’t get a good shot!” I call over my shoulder.

“JUST START SHOOTING,” Big Schuyler screams across the helm.

I return my focus to the sirens below, ready to shoot, when something stops me. There are four of them, all male, and they are smirking up at me. One of them is covered in freckles. His wet, curly hair cascades down his back in loose ringlets. The second and third ones have dark skin, one with short hair and one with a full head of wild, tight curls. They are both bigger than the other two and float behind them, as if they are bodyguards. The fourth one has shoulder-length black hair, which is pulled back with a ribbon, and a goatee. His smirk is the largest and the most endearing. I lose myself for a moment and watch as they begin to sing.

The sound is intoxicating. I feel as though I am wine-drunk as I let in the low and calming ring of their voices. It chimes through the whistling wind effortlessly and I am captivated.

We have discovered what you seek The freedom to keep what you love, and love what you keep Together we can help you, so anchors away You can be with your girl as long as with us you stay

I feel a smile grow on my face as I lower my gun, the warm image of Maria filling my mind. We can be together here…there does not need to be anymore hiding…they will let me love her…peace and hope blossoms through me like the most beautiful flower...

“REYNOLDS,” I say, stepping back from my post. She is watching me incredulously, mouth hanging open.

“What are you doing!?” she screams. “Get back there, Hamilton! We need to get the hell out of here!”

“But we can be together.” My voice falters. Does she not want this?

“HAMILTON.” Washington’s voice breaks me from my trance. I shake my head, which grows clearer with each passing second. “Get your head on straight! Switch posts with me. NOW.”

I take a deep breath and take over the rigging that Washington is tugging at. Though she looks strong, I can see her hands shake as she takes the gun from my outstretched hand.

“It’s going to be okay,” I murmur.

The captain nods, but I am not sure she believes me. She makes her way to the bow of the ship and takes my place. I cannot hear anything over the howling of the wind, but I can see that she, too, seems to be in a trance.

Then, without warning, she steps onto the railing.

“NO!” I hear my voice, but I do not realize that I am screaming. I see the rest of the crew tense up as they watch from their posts.

Me, I cannot stand by and watch. I let go of the rigging, which leaves the sail whipping through the air uselessly, and sprint across the deck, disobeying my orders.

“WASHINGTON, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” My voice is quiet over the sound of the singing, which I can hear now, though to me it is just an endearing hum. I cannot hear the song they have reserved for her.

She turns to look at me, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“That’s the one,” she says, jabbing her thumb towards the siren with the shoulder-length hair. “He took Dandridge. She’s still alive, Hamilton. She’s still alive. She’s still alive…”

“Georgia, look at me.” I am frantic. She has one leg over the edge of the ship so I grab her hand. “Think about it. There’s no way Martha is still alive. You can’t do this—it’s suicide.”

“Still alive…she’s still alive…”

Washington’s eyes are full of wonder as she stares between myself and the sirens below. I watch her, tightening my grip on her hand as I start to pull her back. She seems to be complying when I hear another sound ring out from below.

I am soaked to the bone, shivering, as I feel Washington begin to slip through my wet hands.

“No, Captain, NO!”

I am too late. She glances at the crew, slides her hand free of my grasp, and dives headfirst into the ocean, where the group of sirens wrap their arms around her and pull her downward into the endless darkness of the sea.

The last thing I can see is her hand reaching upward.

The waters begin to calm.

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