#and now I kinda want more dream dragon shifter au from you

[bluishfrog]

Inspired by "i was made for loving you", chapter 5: minecraft (dragon shifter) au by cqfnce (@dwtdog)

She finds it first, when her eyes lift to the sky, now dotted with stars and the creeping light of dawn. There’s a shadow circling over them, purple mist clinging to great beating wings, far dwarfing those of the man on the ground. He looks up as well when the beast above them roars, and the giant of a man whimpers, sword clattering as it drops to the ground. A dragon.

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[paper-chain-queen]

Once Upon A Dream *3*

Bakugou Katsuki x F.Reader

Sleeping Beauty X Dragon Princce Katsuki

Words: 7,000+

Note: Finally got a computer again! Here’s part 3 to the Sleeping Beauty X Fantasy BNHA AU :)

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Wind whipped around the young Prince as he and his dragon flew high in the skies. A musical hum could be heard from Katsuki as he thought of the girl he was on his way to see. Eijirou could even hear it and had to stop himself from laughing. His rider was head over heels for this mystery girl and Eijirou was happy to see this side of him.  

The dragon looked down at the familiar forest and looked for the cottage that Katsuki had told him about, the one where his future bride was expecting him.  

“Oi! Shitty scales, land in that clearing, I don’t you need freaking out her parents or some shit.” Katsuki ordered.  

Eijirou let out a groan and looked for another clearing, circling the forest, his eyes piercing through the dark evening til he found a spot and landed.  

The Dragon prince jumped off and tried to dust himself off, make himself look presentable as he tried to fix his hair just a bit and began practising what he was gonna say.  

“Alright. Hello. Hello. You are the light of my fucking life and you’re gonna marry me. No, that’s lame.” Katsuki walked around the clearing, quickly picking up wildflowers, hoping that (y/n) would like them.  

“I want you to rule beside me, as my Queen, we will... we will...”  

Eijirou rolled on his back, a sound that could be called laughter, leaving his jaws only to be hit in the head with a large boot.  

“SHUT UP!” The ash-blonde screamed, his face red with embarrassment. He had never proposed before; he had never been in love before. He was terrified but excited.  

Katsuki looked down at the ring his mother had given him.  

Would (y/n) like it? Was it enough?  

Of course not, all the jewellery in the treasury wasn’t enough, all the gold in the world wasn’t enough. But Katsuki would start with his and build a hoard of jewels for her in her honour.  

The Prince adjusted his cloak and made sure all his best features were on display, fluffing out his cloak and running a hand through his spiky ash-blonde locks.  

He even breathed into his hand to check his breath.  

“Alright... stay out sight,” Kastuki ordered.  

Eijirou gave out a whine and flopped on his back, rolling back and forth as if throwing a tantrum. The dragon wanted to meet (y/n) already, the curiosity was killing him.  

“I’m gonna lead her here, but if you even think of pulling that cuddly shit or lick her of something, I’m gonna make a new armour set out of you, got it?”  

The Prince’s best friend gave him a nod of approval before, curling up and making himself comfortable in the grass meadow.  

“Stay out of sight, I’ll be back soon.”  

Katsuki marched through the forest, humming (y/n) ’s song as he went, he got excited to look into (y/n) ’s eyes once more, lay claim to her lips and then ride off together. Even the thought of her large doe eyes and bright smile brought a genuine smile to his own face.  

Out of the forest, he finally came upon the cottage, it was small and nothing like the home he had grown up in. He couldn’t wait to show her his home and the rest of the country, share his world with her.  

“Okay. ‘I am Prince Katsuki of the Dragon Kingdom and... I am going to marry your daughter.’ Perfect.” Katsuki gave a loud knock on the door while puffing out his chest. He heard a ‘come in’ and did as the voice said, strutting in as if he was coming home, ready to hand the flowers to his dream girl.  

The house was dark, not a soul in sight. Something wasn’t right.  

“Hello? (Y/N)?” Katsuki called out as he stepped into the quaint dark cottage, an eerie feeling settling over him. The slamming of the door behind him made him jump and then all chaos broke out.  

Katsuki was jumped from all sides, ropes were thrown and wrapped around him, trying to pull him towards the ground, but he fought up the multiple attackers. He could hardly see, and he was vastly outnumbered, there must have been ten minions all trying to subdue the Prince.  

“Ya shitty nobodies! I’ll kill y-” A gag was thrown over his mouth before he could finish. Even when he was tightly wrapped up in strong ropes and gagged he was still trying to make an escape.  

A shadow emerged from the corner, carrying a candle so they could get a good look at the captured soul. Katsuki squinted as the hot light was brought close to his face.  

“Well, well. This is a pleasant surprise. I set my trap for a peasant, but I’ve got a prince. And not just any prince, a Dragon prince.” Overhaul’s muffled voice taunted before letting out a malicious cackle.  

The fierce prince continued to fight and struggle against the various ropes, his ruby eyes glaring at the villain. If looks could kill, Overhaul would be six feet under already.  

“Away with him.” Overhaul ordered as he gestured towards the door. Overhaul’s minions grunted as they struggled with their captured Prince, it took all of them to drag him out the door.  

“I have the perfect lodgings for his’ highness.’” The villain mocked as he walked after them into the dark night.  

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“What in the world?”  

Queen Mistuki walked through the gates with her entourage, the vast kingdom was quiet except for the sound of snores that played like a strange symphony.  

“Everyone’s... sleeping?” Denki observed as he looked around, poking a soldier who was leaning on his spear for balance as he slept.  

“Keep your guard up, it could be a trap. Mina, be ready to transform and fly us outta here if we need it.” Mitsuki ordered the pink dragon shifter, who gave her a ‘yes ma’am’.  

The small party walked their way through the beautiful kingdom, soon making to the castle where no one stopped them or even greeted them as they made their way through.  

The ash-blonde Queen quickly opened the castle doors only to be met with the end of a sword.  

“What is your business here.” A young prince of red and white hair announced, staring at the large group with his broadsword pointed. He would protect the Queens and the sleeping Princess from whatever came through this door.  

“........”  

The red-clad Queen burst out in laughter, clutching her stomach as she bent over, Denki, Mina and Sero all looked at their Queen slightly worried for her mental well-being.  

“AHahahahahahaah You... aHahaa you got spunk. And that glare! You must be that batard Enji’s son.” Mitsuki belted out, her loud voice filling the entire castle, even reaching the women who looked over the Princess in the tallest tower.  

Shouto’s glare only grew colder as he hated that comparison more than anything, and he stepped forward with his sword, only to clash swords with Queen Mistuk’s guard.  

“Hold on, we’re not here to hurt anyone.” Sero tried to reason while his Queen just stepped back and smirked, enjoying the bit of drama, this was better than some boring party.  

“Then, why are you here?” Shouto asked, eyeing everyone as he wasn’t about to let his guard down, not when the rest of the kingdom was defenceless.  

“We were invited to the party... but it looks like... plans changed.” Mitsuki had finally dropped the smirk as she took a good look around, walking through the large hall and coming to the giant thrones where the good King sat, resting his head on his hand as he slept, a bit of drool coming out of the side of his mouth and into his beard.  

“What happened here?” She asked, and before Shouto could tell her to leave, a voice interrupted.  

“Queen Mitsuki! You came!” Called out a slightly out of breath voice as footsteps clicked across the marble ballroom, lifting her heavy golden dress as she ran.

“Of course, I couldn’t turn down a royal invitation, could I?” Mitsuki went to greet her long time pen-pal, but there were no smiles as Mitsuki noticed Queen’s Sabina’s red swollen eyes.  

“What happened here? Why is everyone sleeping?” Mitsuki asked as she gestured to the sleeping King.  

“They’re under a spell, please come with me.” The Queen told her once she had caught her breath after running through the castle, she grabbed the Dragon Queen’s hand and started leading her back to the tower.  

“See, chill out, man, we’re all friends here.” Denki patted Shouto on the back to try and ease the irritated Prince.  

He let out a sigh and finally sheathed his sword.  

“I’m here to protect my Mother and Queen Sabina, not make friends. If I see any of you try to bring them harm, I will show you no mercy.” Shouto declared, taking his job seriously as he glared at the three Dragon tribe folk.  

“Brrr.. Did it suddenly get icy in here.” Sero shivered as he sheathed his own blade.  

“Let’s go explore!” Mina decided as she already ran off, her two friends trailing behind her trying to say this wasn’t the time, but the pink dragon shifter couldn’t care less, she was in a new place and was curious.  

“Let’s go find the kitchen!! I’m craving cake!” Mina announced as she bounced off, trusting her nose to lead her to the desserts.  

“.... I kinda wish I had gone with Katsuki and Eijirou.” Denki sighed as he followed after his friend and Sero crossed his arms and nodded, still wary of all the sleeping guests and soldiers as they walked through the halls.  

They were probably having a better time than them.  

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Three small fairies raced through the night sky, as fast as they fairy wings could carry them as they flew through the forest and onto the cottage they had called home for so long, it now had lost the warm glow of home as it windows were dark.  

Bursting through the door, they looked around for the mystery man (y/n) had told them about, the one she was in love with.  

“No one’s here!” Uraraka called out as she searched the wood cottage, even checking the cookie jar to see if the stranger was in there.  

“But... Someone was.” Momo looked around the room, tossed furniture, broken glasses littered the floor.  

Izuku picked up a black feather as well a strange necklace with what looked like fangs.  

“Overhaul.... he was here... along with... someone else..” Izuku muttered, and then a loud roar broke through the silence, making the three jump in fright.  

“Wh-wha-wh-what- what was that??” Uraraka trembled as she inched towards her fellow fairies for safety.  

“A--a a bear?” Momo proposed even though she knew that the sound was much too large to be just a regular forest bear.  

A loud knock made the three scream and huddle close together.  

“Hello? I’m looking for my friend? He said he was going to the cottage and this is the only one... hello? Anyone home?” The energetic voice of a young man called out.  

The three fairies looked to another and then back at the door where the voice came from.  

“Should... should we answer it?” Izuku asked, still wary of whatever roared.  

“Oh come on, you two, enough, we are in a crisis, and we have no time to be scared.” Momo reasoned as she shook off her fright and answered the door.  

“Hello?” Momo greeted as she opened the door and was met with red eyes, red hair and sharp white teeth. The red-haired boy hid his dragon features the best he could, but his teeth were something he couldn’t change.  

“Hey! Name’s Eijirou, I’m looking for-” The boy greeted as he smiled at the three fairies, letting off a friendly energy.  

“(y/n)?” The blue fairy jumped forward, hoping that this was the man they were looking for and that their search was over.  

“Huh? No, um not really I mean.... I guess if I found her I would find Katsuki... but no I’m looking for Katsuki. Hey! That’s his necklace!” Eijirou pointed to the fang necklace in the green fairy’s hand.  

“Katsuki?” Uraraka repeated.  

“As... as in THE Dragon Prince Katsuki?” Izuku shouted, feeling like his soul left this body. The fairies had only been to the Dragon Kingdom once or twice, and while they had never met the Prince, they had heard of his foul temper and violent ways.  

“Yeah, about this tall, spiky blonde hair, wears a fluffy red cape, bit of an attitude. He came here to purpose to his dream girl, but-” The red-haired boy took a look around the room.  

“What happened here? These are the flower’s he picked for (y/n)! What are they doing on the floor?” Eijirou leaned down and grabbed the discarded wildflowers.  

“Dragon Prince Katsuki is the one that (y/n) loves?!?!?!” Uraraka and Izuku screamed in unison, and Momo let out a massive sigh.  

“Calm down, you two! We have a crisis. Eijirou, I’m sorry, but Overhaul came here and kidnapped Prince Katsuki.” Momo tried to explain as she kept her cool throughout the whole ordeal.  

“Overhaul?! Why was he here!? Did he take (y/n) as well?” Eijirou asked, worried for his friend but also for the girl he had yet to meet.  

“We’ll explain on the way, we need to go now. No time to lose. To the Forbidden Mountain!” Momo declared.  

“But we can’t... we can’t go there.” Izuku gasped, chills going down his spine at the very mention of the eerie lair of the villain.  

“We can, and we must!” The Red fairy wore a look of determination, and Eijirou rapidly nodded his head, ready to rescue his friend.  

“Alright, hop on.” Eijirou said as he turned and took in a giant breath.  

“Hop on?” Uraraka asked, tilting her head as she watched the red-haired boy roll back his shoulders as if he was getting ready for something.  

And before their eyes, Eijirou transformed into a dragon, inside the cabin...... making the entire place crumble.  

There was a guilty look in the dragon’s eyes as he eyed the now ruined wooden cottage.  

“.....”  

“Nevermind the cabin, let’s go!” Uraraka yelled as she latched herself to one of Eijirou’s horns and the others followed suit.  

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Eijirou flew as fast as his large red wings could, the three fairies clinging to the horns on his head for dear life, they were used to flying but not like this.  

“I- think... I think I’m gonna throw up.” Uraraka groaned as she held a hand over her mouth, her pale form alerting her friends.  

“Ura-Uraraka, hold on a little longer!” Izuku encouraged, rubbing her back.  

“There it is, take us down Eijirou, we don’t want to be sighted.” Momo ordered as she pointed out a spot.  

The dragon let out a gruff sound but listened as descended to the ground, taking shelter by a large boulder.  

As soon as they landed, Urakara ran off and threw up behind a bush as the rest tried to look away. The. Blue fairy looked a lot better when she reunited with the group, apologizing while Izuku and Momo asked if she was alright now.  

“We’ll sneak in and find Katsuki, you wait here, we’ll need you when we flee the castle.” Momo explained and the red dragon looked like he was about to protest, but the three fairies had already made themselves no bigger than sparrows and had flown off towards the dark fortress.  

Then they flew to the gates, hiding behind some stones and just when they thought it was safe walked out, only to see a guard and dart behind a pillar.  

Carefully they made their way through the intimidating fortress, looking for clues while avoiding the guards.  

The three fairies heard the sounds of merriment and looked over to a green glow from a large window. Their little wings took them to what looked like to be a ballroom, and a party was being held, and overlooking the minions was the man in purple, sitting smugly with his staff in hand.  

Overhaul watched from his stone throne as his minions danced around a green bonfire, drinking and letting out cheers of victory. The dark castle that had once been decaying was now kept very pristine under Overhaul’s haul’s rule, everything was perfect. The Princess was under his curse, and he had her Prince in his cellars. Overhaul wasn’t going to let something as simple as ‘true love’ ruin his fun.  

“What a pity that Prince Katsuki can’t be here to enjoy the celebration..” Overhaul wore a smirk behind his leather beak mask as he petted the black crow with the back of his gloved hand.  

“Perhaps we should go check on our ‘special’ guest.” Overhaul’s gold eyes moved to his crow companion, who nodded and hopped on his shoulder as his master rose up from his throne and walked down the stairs, deep into the cellars.  

Momo, Uraraka and Izuku hurried after him, carefully zipping around the dark fortress to avoid being seen as they followed Overhaul, hoping to find the kidnapped Katsuki.  

Muffled screams and the clanging of chains were heard before Overhaul even made it down the stairs, the Dragon Prince was very feisty and had yet to give up. Overhaul took a large black key from his pockets and slid into the door lock, the door creaking open and shut behind him.  

“Prince Katsuki, you shouldn’t be so upset. A wondrous future lies before you.” Overhaul explained as he stood tall in front of the Prince.  

Katsuki lunged forward, but the strong chains kept him shackled to the stone wall, the metal was starting to bruise his skin, but he didn’t care as he wasn’t going down without a fight.  

“Hard to believe that ‘you’ are the destined hero of a charming fairy tale come true.” Overhaul mused as he leaned on his staff. Katuski stopped struggled and raised an eyebrow at the statement, curious about what the villain was talking about.  

The three fairies peaked into the cell.  

Overhaul brought out his staff and waved his hand around the large green orb sitting on top, whispering a spell before holding it close to the Prince.  

“Behold, King Nahir’s castle. And in yonder topmost tower, dreaming of her true love, the Princess Aruna.” The globe showed the sleeping beauty, resting with a red rose in her hand, her lustrous dark hair flowing around her, her brown skin basking in the moonlight.  

Katsuki’s eyes widened, it was (y/n), HIS (y/n). His Sunshine. He lunged forward, filled with a white-hot rage towards his captor.  

“Ah ah. I’m not finished.” Overhaul shook his head at the Dragon Prince’s impatience, not worried for his safety in the slightest. He had won, there was nothing left to do but gloat.  

“But see the gracious whim of fate, why, ‘tis the peasant maid who won the heart of our ‘noble’ Prince but yesterday.” The image in the orb got a closer look at the sleeping girl.  

“She is indeed, most beautiful, skin blessed by the sun, black of midnight in her curls, lips that shame the red, red rose. In ageless sleep, she finds repose.”  

The image disappeared and changed, Katsuki was now seeing the gates of the castle on the Forbidden Mountain being opened.  

“The years roll by. But a hundred years to a steadfast heart are but a day. And now, the gates of the dungeon part and our Prince is free to go on his way.”  

The orb showed Katsuki as an old man, his body skinny and weak as he uses his sword like a cane to walk through the open gates, his ash blonde hair grey with a long beard. The old man’s body is struggling to even move as he walked along the stone road.  

“Off he marches, a valiant figure, straight and tall, to wake his love with love’s first kiss. And prove that true love conquers all!!” Overhaul mocked, a sick cackle sounded behind his beak mask as his gold eyes stared down at the Dragon Prince.  

“Why you!” Little Uraraka was ready to fly in, fists flying, but Momo quickly grabbed the fairy by her blue dress and pulled her back into hiding.  

Overhaul chuckled as Katsuki only fought harder against his chains, screaming muffled through the metal muzzle they placed on him.  

“Come, my pet. Let us leave our noble Prince with these happy thoughts.” Overhaul mocked, his gold eyes gleaming with amusement.  

“A most gratifying day.” Overhaul stepped out of the cell, the door closing behind him. His gloved hand reached for the key and gave it a tight turn before sliding it into his chest pocket and walking off.  

Once it looked like the hallway was finally clear, Momo peeked out from behind the small crevice they had been hiding in, double-checking that the coast was clear.  

The three fairies flew out of hiding and into the cell where Katsuki was fighting against his chains, right as they were about to reveal themselves, the chains broke free from the wall with forces and the Prince tripped forward falling onto his face. The Dragon Prince’s strength was not just a rumour.  

The fairies revealed themselves, shifting from their small size to human-sized. Uraraka was still giggling over the Prince’s faceplant, and Momo and Izuku had to shush her.  

Katsuki jumped up from the ground and raised his fists, ready to fight the intruders.  

“We’re not here to fight, we’re here to help.” Momo explained as she waved her wand and the metal muzzle around Katsuki’s face turned to bubbles.  

“Fuck off! I don’t need your help. Wimpy ass fairies.” Katsuki growled as he grabbed his red cloak from the bench and threw it on.  

“How are you go-” Before Izuku could finish his question, Katsuki and broken through the cell door.  

Momo glared at the stubborn Prince and flew in front of him, spreading her arms out.  

“If you care about (y/n), then you’ll listen!” She told him, and at the mention of the girl’s name, Katuski stopped. He glared at the red fairy and grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her to the wall.  

“What do you know, tell me now or else I’ll rip those wings right off your back.” Katsuki threatened as his crimson eyes glared down at the fairy.  

“THIS is the man that (y/n) fell in love with?” Izuku whispered to Uraraka, who let out a small sigh and shrugged her shoulders.  

“Love is strange and unpredictable.” Uraraka proposed, maybe (y/n) saw a secret side to Katsuki they had yet to see. He was certainly determined, and that was admirable.  

“Prince Katsuki, the road to true love may be barred by still many more dangers, which you alone with have to face.” Momo warned.  

“I am doin’ it alone. Now scram.” Katsuki pushed her away and continued marching down the dark hallway.  

“You are not the only one who cares for (y/n). Now at least take this and protect yourself with this enchanted Shield of Virtue.” Momo waved her wand and created a large shield that appeared in Katsuki’s left hand.  

“And this mighty Sword of Truth.” Another wave of her wand and a large sword appeared in Katuski’s free hand.  

“A broadsword? Fine, doesn’t matter what you give me, I’m gonna kill that beaked bastard.” Katsuki declared, personally, he wanted his regular curved sword, but this would do for now.  

Momo let out a cough, and Katuski glared at her.  

“What?!”  

“For these weapons of righteousness will triumph over evil. Now come, we must hurry to (y/n).” Momo just wanted to finish her speech and get out of here.  

“You extra’s are the ones holding me back.” Katsuki scoffed as he stomped forward, his red cloak fluttering behind him.  

Just as they turned the corner, they were met with Overhaul’s black crow who cawed at them before flying up the stairwell, his loud alarming caw vibrating off the stone walls.  

They hurried up the spiral stairs, and before they knew it, a small army of goons was running towards them.  

A cocky smirk made it’s way to Katsuki’s mouth as he rolled his shoulders back and got into a fighting position.  

“Time for payback, you ugly assholes.” And Katsuki easily cut down the minions while the fairies just watched in amazement.  

“Maybe... he didn’t need our help.” Uraraka wondered out loud as they watched as the Prince happily fought the various enemies.  

A loud roar sounded, and they all looked to the large window.  

“My ride’s here.” Katsuki smirked as he struck down the last minion and ran to the window, jumped out without a care.  

“Prince Katuski!” The fairies cried as they followed only to let out a sigh of relief to see Katski safely on the back of a red dragon, Eijirou had good timing.  

“C’mon, before he leaves without us.” Izuku said as the fairies transformed into the size of small birds and flew to the dragon and nestled themselves safely in Katsuki’s cape, unnoticed by him.  

“You useless lizard, what took so long?” Katsuki complained as he pulled on of Eijirou’s horns.  

The dragon made a guttural groan, and the Prince rolled his eyes.  

“Look out!” Urakaka yelled, pointing at the barrage of arrows flying their way Katuski nearly jumped out of his skin, not realizing he had stowaways with him.  

Eijirou got ready to blast the arrows away to dust with his flames, but Momo beat him to it, waving her wand and turning the arrows into pink flowers.  

“Whatever, let’s get outta here, (y/n) ’s waiting.” Katsuki ordered.  

“To King Nadir’s castle!” Izuku shouted, and Katuski nearly swatted him away like an insect, but the fairy avoided him.  

“C’mon shitty scales, we gotta get my girl.” Katsuki smirked, but he was antsy, was his Sunshine okay? Would a kiss truly be enough to wake her?  

The fairies all looked to one another, before letting out a sigh.  

“Why do I feel like the King will be less than pleased with his possible son-in-law.” Momo sighed  

“If it lifts the curse, then I doubt he’ll care if Katsuki was a foul mouth.” Uraraka pointed out, though she was looking forward to everyone meeting the brash Prince.  

“Though.... it’ll be an interesting meeting for sure...” Izuku thought out loud.  

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Overhaul watched with rage as the red dragon flew off with his hostage, flying towards the currently sleeping kingdom.  

He stormed to the tallest tower in his castle, thunder rumbled around him as his golden eyes filled with malice, sending lightning strike after lightning strike to hit Eijirou.  

The red dragon was struck and went flying towards the ground. The crash sent dirt flying everywhere, and the red dragon lay in a large ditch from the fall.  

The fairies got to work on healing the dragon as Katsuki’s red eye’s watched in concern, demanding that the three work faster.  

“We’ll stay here. Go forward, Prince Katsuki!” Momo insisted as she waved her wand around one of the dragon’s more significant wounds.  

Katsuki looked at his friend, who just nodded for him to go. The Dragon Prince let out a scoff and ran off, racing towards the marble castle.  

Overhaul swung his staff to the sky, ordering out a spell making green and dark clouds appear and swirl before sending it off to the sleeping kingdom.  

“A forest of thorns shall be his tomb. Borne through the skies on a fog of doom! No go with a curse and serve me well. Around Nahir’s castle, cast my spell!”  

Dark clouds swirled around the beautiful kingdom, lightning striking the ground and the castle. A dense forest of thorns surrounded the castle, sprouting from the ground, causing the earth to shake.  

“Dammit!” Katsuki cursed as he got pricked by one of the thorns.  

The Prince used his blade to slice through the dark thorns, making good progress he finally came to the stone path that led straight into the castle. He smirked in triumph as he marched forward.  

“No! It cannot be!!” Overhaul screamed from his mountain, and in his fit, he used his magic to transport himself across the kingdom.  

Overhaul appeared in a burst of green flame, gold eyes glaring at ruby, and Katsuki just got into a fighting position, ready to take out the villain who stood between him and (y/n).  

“Now shall you deal with me, O Prince. And all the powers of HELL!” Overhaul declared as he raised his arms and wrapped himself up in the magic and a tower of green flames burst towards the sky, disappearing into dark purple clouds.  

Katsuki watch as black form shifted in the flame, growing bigger and bigger.  

“You gotta be shittin’ me.” Katsuki gritted through his teeth, clenching his sword tightly, his knuckles turning white.  

A large purple and black dragon spread its wings, their eyes glowing gold, green flames flowing from its black jaws.  

It felt wrong as the Prince of the Dragon tribe to be fighting a dragon, but Katsuki enjoyed the challenge.  

“I’ll wear your teeth around my neck, you bastard.” He yelled as he readied his sword and shield and stormed forward. Overhaul spat green fire at the Prine, who blocked it with the broad shield, the force of the flames made him stop momentarily, but he pushed forward.  

The dragon fired green flames at the stone bridge, and it melted underneath Katsuki’s feet, and he jumped back, the villain forcing him back into the forest of thorns.  

“You won’t win!” Katsuki screamed as he leapt forward and aimed for the dragon’s heart, but Overhaul swerved his head and tried to bite Katsuki. The Prince swung his sword and hit the hard skull of the dragon.  

In frustration, Overhaul doused the entire forest of thorns in his green flames, forcing Katsuki into a corner.  

“Dammit.. You ugly bastard..” Katsuki cursed, feeling the lick of the hot flames on his skin. A loud familiar roar sounded out, and the Dragon Prince smirked.  

The black dragon looked up and was quickly tackled to the ground by Eijirou, who had dug his sharp jaws deep into the villain.  

“It’s about time ya shitty lizard!” Katsuki yelled as he quickly crawled onto Ejirou’s back and ran up his spine to the top of his head.  

“I’m taking you out!” Katsuki screamed from the top of Eijirou’s head, and the red dragon roared in agreement. The three fairies flew to Katsuki’s side, and Izuku waved his wand at the sword in the Prince’s hand.  

“Now, Sword of Truth, fly swift and sure. That evil die and good endure!” He enchanted the sword, and it glowed white with magic.  

Overhaul reared his head and got ready to spew more flames and Katsuki threw the sword right at the chest of the black dragon, piercing the heart.  

A scream erupted from the dragon’s black jaws, trying to snap at Katsuki once more time, but Eijirou finished the job, and a stream of red hot flame spewed from the red dragon’s jaws.  

Purple smoke erupted from the black dragon until it was nothing but a purple and black cape, Overhaul’s beak mask sitting on top, but the villain was gone.  

The skies cleared, and the thorns disappeared, the morning sun shining over the kingdom.  

Katsuki looked to the castle where (y/n) waited for him.  

“The tallest tower, huh?” Katsuki said as he looked up and patted Eijirou’s head, who understood where he was going with his.  

Eijirou spread his broad wings and took off, flying towards the tallest tower where Sleeping Beauty waited.  

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Mitsuki watched as her friend sat by the sleeping Princess, still not believing that true love would break the curse, but it was their only hope.  

They heard the flapping of wings, and then a large force dropped onto the roof of the tower, Queen Sabina raced to her daughter’s side, ready to protect her if needed with the sharp dagger in her hand.  

Shouto unsheathed his sword standing in front of his mother as the creaking of the roof continued, and a flash of a red tail whipped past the windows.  

“We should leave.” Shouto advised and but was interrupted by Mitstuki’s laugh.  

“Nothing to worry about, I know that roar.” Mitsuki proudly declared.  

“Fuck, move ya damn lizard.” A furious yell sounded out, and Sabina raised an eyebrow.  

“... yep, sounds about right.” Mitsuki sighed, shaking her head over her son’s language, not that her word choices were any better.  

A figure dropped down from the roof and onto the balcony of the tower, their red cape lined with white fur hood blocking their face till they raced into the room, only stopping in his steps when they laid their eyes on the sleeping Princess.  

Katsuki didn’t even notice the others in the room, just the beauty lying bed, his boots walking to her side, ( y/n) looked dead as she lay in bed, a rose resting in her hands.  

“Sunshine...” He spoke to her, cradling her face, she was still warm, her chest gently rising and falling.  

“You are?” A woman’s voice asked, and Katsuki nearly jumped when he looked to the other side of the bed, and an older woman with similar features to (y/n) stared at him.  

“None of your business, that’s who.” He spat.  

“Katsuki! You damn brat! Have some manners!” Mitsuki scolded, and Katsuki’s eyes widened as he looked over to his mother.  

“Old hag!! What the hell are you doing here?!” He yelled, pointing at her.  

“What am I doing here?! What are you doing here?!” She rebutted, hands on her hips as she glared at her temperamental son.  

The three fairies flew in the room, and all three let out a massive sigh at the sight of the Dragon Royalty yelling at each other.  

“Your highness, Prince Katsuki defeated Overhaul.” Izuku informed the Queen of the castle.  

“Overhaul is dead?” She uttered, shock painting her face.  

“Yes your majesty.”  

“Then shouldn’t she awaken?” Queen Sabina asked as she looked down at her daughter’s still form.  

“Katsuki? Is this the girl?” The Dragon Queen asked, realizing why he was here.  

Katsuki looked at the girl lying in bed and went back to her side, his typically angry eyes softening as he caressed her hair.  

“It is.”  

“Go on, Katuski.” The ruby-eyed Prince didn’t have to be told twice as he sat down on the bed, he leaned down, but he felt everyone’s eyes on him.  

“Can’t a guy get some privacy?!!?!” He growled at everyone, and they all jumped.  

“Oh! Okay, everyone, let’s um turn around.” Momo instructed, and everyone tentatively listened while Uraraka waved her wand to create a curtain around the bed that the Princess slept in.  

The Dragon Prince let out a sigh and took her hands in his, he leaned forward, slowly inching towards her red lips, their noses touched, and he took a pause.  

“What... what if.. What if I’m not your true love...” He whispered as he leaned his forehead against hers, the thought hadn’t even entered his mind. Now he was clenching his jaw at the thought of (y/n) lying here asleep till someone else came along and took her away.  

“I need you, Sunshine. I’ll dance with you whenever you want. I can take you flying, you’ll look beautiful in the sky. Hell, you look beautiful wherever you are.” He spoke softly, his eyes closing as he imagined their life together.  

“Come back to me,” Katsuki whispered the small plea and finally took the plunge, lightly touching his lips to hers. They were softer than he imagined, velvety smooth and melded perfectly with his.  

Katsuki leaned back up and opened his eyes, his breath hitched in his throat as he waited.  

Long dark lashes started to flutter, and the Princess began to shift slightly. Slowly (y/n) opened her eyes and looked upon her Prince, his ruby eyes brighter than she remembered.  

“I dreamed of you...” she sighed, her large eyes fluttering as she was still waking up. Katsuki thought he had never seen anything so breathtaking as she gently smiled up at him.  

Katsuki smirked and traced the edge of her jaw with his calloused fingers, caressing her gently.  

“Good morning, Sunshine.” He teased as he leaned down and kissed her again, this time with a little more force, and she giggled into the kiss as she leaned upwards a bit, her hand gripping the soft fur of his cloak.  

Suddenly Katsuki was pushed to the ground and arms wrapped around the Princess.  

“My baby!”  

“Oh, um... Hello?” (y/n) said as she rubbed the back of the woman, hugging her as she cried. The woman leaned back and held the young woman’s face in her hands, tears streaming down her face as she smiled at the face of her long lost treasure.  

“Mother?” (y/n) tilted her head slightly as her eyes raked over the woman’s features, there was something familiar about her. The Queen nodded her head and brought the Princess in for another hug.  

“Nice job Son.” Mitsuki praised as she tried not to cry over the family reunion.  

“... thanks...” he uttered, silently forgiving (y/n) ’s mother for pushing him away.  

A whine was heard from the balcony, and everyone turned to see a giant red dragon’s snout peeking into the room.  

“Oi! I told you to wait outside!” Katsuki yelled, and the dragon looked like he rolled his eyes. Queen Sabina tried to hide her daughter behind her, but she was already trying to scramble out of bed to get a better look, her long blue and gold skirt touching the ground.  

In her haste, she tripped, but Katsuki was quick to catch her.  

“Careful, your gonna hurt yourself.” Katsuki scolded as he steadied her, and she just blushed and apologized, but then her large eyes looked back at the red dragon with wonder, and the Prince let out a sigh.  

“Shitty scales, this is (y/n).” Katsuki introduced her to his long-time friend and dragon.  

“Acutally her name is Aruna.” Shouto informed him, relieved that the Princess was okay but slightly bewildered that her true love was this ruffian.  

“Shut it half ‘n Half, she’s (y/n) to me.” Katsuki barked at the rival Prince, but he didn’t seem to care.  

Before their eyes, the red dragon transformed into a humanoid form, but one could still see glittering red scales on his arms and neck, horns poking from his forehead, and a spiky red tail waved behind him.  

“Name’s Eijirou, nice to meet you! Can’t wait for the wedding.” The friendly Eijirou rushed forward and grabbed the Princess by her hands, and she was still in awe over what she had just witnessed, the world was a magical place, and she couldn’t wait to learn more about Katsuki’s world.

“The Wedding?! Rei.. I’m sorry, but I’m afraid we’ll have to break the betrothal.” Queen Sabina spoke softly to her long-time friend and fellow Queen.  

“It’s quite alright, who are we to stand in the way of true love. Though Enji will have something to say..” The snow-haired Queen gave a slightly worried look, and Sabina promised that she would deal with the brutish King. Truth be told, Sabina never missed an opportunity to tell off the war-hungry King.  

“The party! We need to wake everyone up! It’s time to celebrate” Uraraka grabbed the hands of her fellow fairies, and they flew off to do their job.  

“Sweetheart... are you ready?” Queen Sabina squeezed her daughter’s hands, and she smiled nervously.  

“... Yes. Can I have a moment?” The Princess requested as she fidgeted with the various gold and blue bangles on her wrist. The Queen nodded and tried to usher everyone out of the room, giving the two a moment.  

“.. Will you stay by my side.” (y/n) asked her Prince. Katuki gave her a handsome smirk that made her skin hot and heart beat faster.  

“After all this?? I’m not letting you outta my sight.” Katsuki leaned down and rested his forehead against her’s, enjoying the quiet of the intimate moment.  

“So cute.” Mitsuki cooed as peaked her head in and winked at the two, causing the new couple to turn the same colour as Katsuki’s red eyes.  

“Beat it, Old Hag!” He screamed as he threw the pillow from the bed at her.  

“... I’ll let it slide today since it’s a special day. But tomorrow... you’re dead meat boy.” Mitsuki threatened as she pointed at her son, their glares were almost identical and (y/n) stifled a giggle into the fur trim of Katsuki’s cloak.  

“Oh and welcome to the family.” She winked at the Princess, who, in turn, smiled back at her before Mitsuki finally descended down the stairs to join the party, ultimately leaving the two alone.  

“Now that we finally got rid of those extras.” Katsuki let out a sigh of relief, before wrapping his arms around his sunshine, holding her close to him.  

“Katsuki.” (y/n) playfully chided as she shook her head at her Prince’s attitude but nestled her head into his shoulder, she felt Katsuki smirk against her neck before peppering her skin with kisses, making her let out a small gasp.  

“Kastuki! We need to go do downstairs!” She giggled as he continued his playful assault, travelling from her neck up to her face.  

“I don’t give a shit about a party, I came here for you.” He pointed out before leaning down and capturing her soft lips in a demanding kiss, leaving her breathless with a blissful look on her face.  

(y/n)’s handsome prince got down on one knee before her and got out the gold and ruby ring his mother had given him. Her heart began racing wildy as she realized what was happening.

“Will you-”  

“Yes!” She tackled him, and the two fell to the ground as she laughed, and he couldn’t help but smile as he wrapped his arms around her, feeling whole and at peace for the first time.  

His girl was safe in his arms, his beautiful angel whose smile was brighter than the sun itself. Katsuki could barely wait to hear (y/n) sing to him and dance with her for the rest of his days.  

The nightmare was over, and the dream was just beginning.  

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[franeridart]

In the wolf au, is Kirishima dating Denki, hanta, Mina, ect or is just kinda a wolf thing? Not that I mind either way I'm just super curious lol. Also it's so lovely, your work is so sweet.

Anon said:hello fran!! How are you? I hope you’re doing great!! sorry to bother you haha but I wanted to ask something!! So, in your wolf!kirishima comic it says that Denki’s pack and so is sero and mina, does that mean that they’re wolves shifters too?? And will we ever get to see them?? (also is there kamisero? Sorry my weak heart loves them yeet)

Ohohohohohohoho I’m glad you both asked about Kirishima’s pack cause boy do I have answers - okay first things first, Kirishima is only dating Bakugou and he’s the only wolf shifter in the pack (well, Mina is also a shifter, just not a wolf shifter)

In the AU pack dynamics are loosely based on how wolf packs work in the wild: in nature usually there’s an alpha couple (the “alpha male” and his mate) and the rest of the pack is made out of their pups! So by all means it’s just a family unit - once the pups are old enough to fend for themselves they leave the “pack” to form their own family - they’re social animals, so they need a pack to be happy and safe, and that reflects in the AU too. In this universe though it’s pretty normal for wolf shifters to date/marry non-shifters or shifters of other kinds, and when that happens the resulting kids might or might not have shifting abilities, which results in the process of forming a pack being a bit all over the place

In Kirishima’s case, he was born by two non-shifters who had shifter blood in them - as a wolf shifter his wolf side needed a pack to feel well (let’s say, other wolves to play with and learn from and so on) so as a kid he used to spend a lot of time with Fat and Amajiki (both wolf shifters!) who acted as a surrogate pack for the wolf in him - now he’s old enough to have his own pack tho! And while ideally that would mean he builds his own family with another wolf shifter, he ended up falling for Bakugou, who’s a non-shifter and a man, which means the family plan sorta went down the drain. His wolf still needs a pack to be happy tho, and that ended up meaning he latched onto Mina (a childhood friend) and Kaminari and Sero (Bakugou’s close friends) who by this point are as close to him as if they were actual family.

So in theory Kirishima’s wolf side sees the pack as himself and Bakugou as the alpha couple and Mina, Sero and Kaminari as the “pups” - practically though Kirishima’s human side has a perfect grasp on his wolf’s instincts, so all in all it ends up just being five pals loving each other like family, no power imbalance at all (…he does get clingy after his pack members spend time with people outside of the pack, but he doesn’t ever try to stop them from socializing outside of the group and cuddles and general close proximity are all he needs to make his wolf feel better!)

…as you can see, I spent more time on this AU than strictly necessary haha

Anon said: So for the last hour I’ve been browsing your art and have been annoyed that I don’t see an instant like button and have to open new tabs to like your posts. But then I remember that “Follow” button exists. Love you.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you so much oh my god!!! *O*

Anon said:Do you miss doing bakukirikami stuff?

Hmmmmmmmmm I wouldn’t say I miss it, well, if I did I would just draw more, you know? What I do miss is feeling inspired for it! Sometimes I think “today I’m gonna draw more of the ot3″ even though I don’t have specific ideas in mind, but then stuff happens and I get actual inspiration for something that isn’t the ot3 and I’m the sort of person who needs to roll with the insp as long as it’s fresh or else I won’t ever pick it up again! And that’s been going on for a while so sometimes I’m just like, why can’t I be inspired for the ot3 goddamnit

Anon said:YOUR ART IS ALWAYS SUCH HIGH QUALITY OH MY GOD ur style is honestly one of my favorites bc it’s so unique and so damn good and looks so nice you’re absolutely my favorite bnha artist and one of my faves in general and tbh you’ve inspired me a lot PLUS OKAY all ur comics are fantastic I love all the ideas you get and they come out so wonderful and I always read your tags and whenever u post it honestly makes my day and BASICALLY BLESS YOU YOU’RE WONDERFUL I LOVE YOU AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY

THANK YOU HOLY SMOKES!!!! THIS ASK!!!! WHAT A GOOD ASK!!!! I LOVE YOU TOO ANON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Ok but tell me Katsuki wouln’t be jealous of tetsutetsu with him spending lots of time with Kirishima and not expressing it at all like “I’m not jealous you fuck I just think it’s weird y'all spending so much time sHuTtt UP” AAAAAAA help

You wanna know a fun thing, the first thing I thought when I read this ask was, if Bakugou were ever to voice that thought Kirishima would probably just go “aw man come on I don’t say anything about your weird friendship with Todoroki why are you like this about Tetsu” and that would just. End in disaster. Cause Bakugou still hasn’t accepted he has a friendship with Todes. Rip lmao

Anon said:SOOO!!!! MUCH!!! ART!!! RECENTLY!!! BLESS!!!!!!

:O !!!!!!!!!!! Is it more than usual??? I feel like I’m drawing less, actually!!! I’m glad you’re enjoying it, tho!!!!!

Anon said:Thank you oh great lord Fran for your gifts

LMAO this ask made me feel as if I’m some sort of Santa, there you go everyone’s on the Nice List you can all have more Bakushima and Bakusquad hahaha

Anon said:Your blessing of possessive kiri shall be appropriately worshiped

Anon said:Thank you for the blessing that is jealous and possessive kiri he is my sweet child

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m happy you guys liked that, I was just thinking that maybe it was too out of character for him, wolf or not!! But I’m super happy you appreciated it!!!!

Anon said:Did you know your art is a great cure for a bad day? Thanks for always making things that make me smile!

Ahhhhh anon thank you for making me smile with this ask (｡’▽’｡)♡

Anon said:OMG YOUR BAKUSQUAD

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I don’t really do angst so I don’t have anything I can give you like this out of the blue, but if you were more specific about what kind of angst we’re talking about…. maybe…….👀 👀 👀

Anon said:you have a way with words, not just art, don’t you? every serious reply you give to an ask is clear and well articulated, and your way of expressing your opinion is honest yet not rude. that’s very rarely seen on social networking sites.

I would never dream of being purposefully rude to my followers, tho! I know you guys don’t mean anything bad ever, and sometimes it’s just unhappy wording or the asker not knowing better! Other times it might also be that the asker’s first language isn’t English and in their tongue the wording is appropriate while it ends up sounding rude in English, how could I know, translating nounces isn’t easy! So I always assume you mean well, being rude wouldn’t solve anything but make the asker feel bad

Thank you for the compliment on my writing, by the way (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) it’s been a while since I’ve written any narrative so maybe it’s not fair to use the term on myself, but I’m a writer maybe more than I’m an artist (in the sense that writing has always come to me way easier than drawing does, I just find drawing more rewarding in a short time frame) so knowing my words are still coming out well enough is always nice!! (｡’▽’｡)♡

Anon said:You should totally draw a Bakushima Idol AU! (Btw I love ur artwork so much)

:O but I’m not into idols at all, so I have no clue what an AU of that kind would even entail !!! :O :O

Anon said:will you ever draw more dragon kiri? (I just read a fic and I have a Need for this au lmao)

Yep!! I already have a couple of pics in mind, I just need a day in which I feel up for painting! :D

Anon said:What if Bakugou and Kirishima are fighting a strong villain and Baku gets hurt protecting Kiri? Kiri’s in his cooldown period after using unbreakable and can’t use his quirk to protect himself so Baku jumps in front of the villain’s attack to protect him and gets really badly injured because of it and oh no I made myself sad

Oh no anon don’t make yourself sad!!!!! Think happy thoughts, like… actually, I’ve been thinking about this since the fight against Rappa, but does Kirishima’s unbreakable form still have a cooldown period? In the UA file there was noted how after he breaks it he needs a while to get in back up, but against Rappa he just kept on pulling it back up every time it got broken? So?? Was that just the moment’s adrenaline making him able to keep going, or did he actually get rid of the cooldown? If he did he doesn’t have a drawback anymore!!! You go my small rock son!!!!

Anon said:Is there anyone mineta can fuse with and have it actually be stable?

He’s perfectly stable with Kaminari, Sero, Shouji and Tsuyu! (Kaminari and Sero cause they’re friends, Shouji and Tsuyu cause the resulting fusions are the only two Mineta fusions with no sexual tendencies at all. They just. Suppress that side of Mineta completely) He’s more or less stable with another few in the class, but the only perfectly stable ones are those four!

Anon said:My goD,,, I love your art I always make sure to RT it

THANK!!!! YOU!!!!!! *A*

Anon said:WOLF KIRI AND CONCERNED BAKU IS A BLESSING

Anon said:bakugou and wolf kirishima is a blessing

I’M HAPPY YOU LIKED THEM!!!!

Anon said:I need you to not make me ship things when I originally watch a show and don’t ship anything. At first I was pretty content watching BNHA but now I’m into the ships because of your artwork and I’m dying.

Aw anon but this is a mostly shippy blog hahaha and I don’t exactly try to make people ship stuff either lol //whispers but I’m glad I could make you like my ships :O

Anon said:what do u think of,,,,,, kuroyaku? :)

I prefer them as friends! But it’s one of my favs Kuroo ships that don’t involve Bokuto, that’s for sure~

Anon said:More squad+ dorms life pleaaaaaaaase!!!!!!!!

Sure!!! As soon as I get more ideas, I mean I’ve sort of been drawing them being silly like that for a long while now??(like x or x or x or x or x) (actually you can just scroll my bakusquad tag, it’s all them being silly and the usual setting is the dorms l m a o)

Anon said:ooo if youre feeling up to it, id LOVE to see some more of your bakugo uraraka fusion?? god imagine them facing off with iideku, loud angry vs loud nerd

…anon, Baku and Ochako are unstable enough that if they were to ever come across Iideku they would split up immediately lmao the contrasting feelings there are too strong to keep them fused hahaha

Anon said:Can you make tokoyami and tsuyu fusion? I love their teamwork so much!

I have!!

Anon said:Ahh okay, if you don’t think it’s weird then I will never stop yelling and embarrassing myself in the tags because I would shout about your art from the rooftops lol

That!!! Actually makes me incredibly happy!!!!!!!!!!!! hahaha

Anon said:Here’s a random I love you and your work, and I hope you have a great day!!! (づw ³￣)づ

Thank you!!!!!!!!!! Holy smokes!!!!!!!!! I hope you’re having a great day too!! ~

Anon said:Fran have you read the latest hq chapter. and have you considered,,, TORA/KENMA (platonic or romantic!!!! both are good!!!!)

I HAVE!!! Anon, my friend, that’s been one of my favorite Kenma ships for ages hahaha

Anon said:Do you like the ship Bakugou x Shinsou?

… nah. I tend to not ship Bakugou with people that don’t like him, sorry!

Anon said:Consider a BnHA and HQ crossover. What quirks would our favorite volleyball players have?

:O but there’s so many characters in HQ, you’re gonna need to be more specific about who we’re talking about, here!!

Anon said:Ok quick question… Now we that we know that you like Kiribaku, Kirikami, Bakukami, Kamisero, Serokiri, Serobaku, Serokiribaku, Serokirikami and Bakukirikami: have u considered bakukirikamisero?? :)) would u ever draw for it?? (i love ur acc bless!!)

Anon said:so u like bakukirikami… and u like serobakukiri… what about serobakukirikami ot4 tho….

Uhmmm lemme see if I know how to word this properly… it is true that I ship every possible couple out of the four of them, and it’s also true that I ship the ot3 separately too (though I always prefer it if Kiri and Baku are together for ~otp reasons~ haha) and I guess I don’t mind the ot4 either? They give me a warm feeling and I love to think about them happy and together all flopped over each other and being affectionate and loving, but all of this can happen with them being in a really close frienship too, right? And I generally prefer them in that sort of relationship

The reason why is mostly that… how do I put this, every couple and trio have their own very singular dynamics, right? Bakugou and Kirishima’s relationship is gonna be different from Bakugou and Sero’s or Sero’s and Kirishima’s or Kaminari and Kirishima’s, they all have different moods and different feelings and so on, which means that they will have different ways in which they’ll develop too, I don’t know if you’re following me. I’m not saying that it’s impossible for all four of them to develop romantic feelings towards all the other three at the same time starting from such different relationships, it’s completely possible and that’s why I don’t mind the ot4 at all, but when I have such a huge playground to enjoy so many different friendships and relationships and dynamics, boiling them all down to the same “they’re romantically into each other” cuts a lot of the fun, for me!

So tl;dr what I mean is that I don’t mind the ot4 and I might draw for it in the future, but it’s more entertaining for me to pick a couple/ot3 and see how the other dynamics shift because of it then just put them all in the same relationship!

Also, I’m a fan of the idea of the four of them ending up being overly affectionate and tactile with each other anyway, so in the end romance or not what’s missing is just the kisses, isn’t it? I don’t draw n sfw anyway haha

Anon said:I would honestly read an entire series dedicated entirely to the Fatgum-Kiri-Amajiki squad.

So would I tbh!!! :O

Anon said:Do you have any rainy day squad headcanons?

I feel like… terrible for this but… anon………… I’m gonna need you to tell me who that would be, exactly omfg I’m not even sure I know what fandom we’re talking about hahah rip meeee

Anon said:Just wondering: what do you mean by the stable/unstable part of the fusions?? ♡

I explained it properly over here, but to make it easy it’s about how easy it is for the fusion to break apart! The more stable a fusion is, the harder it will be for the balance to break and the fusion to come undone~

Anon said:You drew Kiri with his black roots again!!! 🤗 and the way his hair is falling from where he had it sorta tucked behind his ear in that one pic… sigh

I’M!!!!! happy you liked him!!!!!

[ava-rosier]

Mr Right Swipe (preview)

IDK how I feel about this rough, rough draft. I just think I had a video of this concept playing in my head, but the style of what I’ve written kinda clashes with that video? Anyways, I’m probably going to hardcore regret putting up this version, but whatever. Have a peek at my modern AU Jonsa fic with supernatural creatures and Tinder.

Rated Explicit for mentions of exuberant dicks and butt stuff.

His nose itched.

That was the thing that dragged Jon from the murky depths of unconsciousness. He'd had no dreams, which, for his kind, was unusual enough to alarm him. He reached up to scratch the side of his nose, only to come up short. Frowning, he blinked his eyes faster to clear his vision as he simultaneously checked the status of the rest of his limbs and grasped at the frayed threads of his memory in an attempt to figure out what in all seven hells had happened the night before.

In quick succession he came to the following conclusions:

One: both his wrists and his ankles were currently bound by manacles to an ornate and black-painted bed frame. Two: from the darkness outside the window it wasn't properly morning yet- an old-fashioned pendulum clock in the far corner declared it just after one. Three: he was starkers, with not even a measly fitted sheet to cover his hips. Four....four was...oh yeah: hadn't he gone on another Tinder date earlier that night?

As if summoned by the clanging of metal, a redheaded woman strolled into the bedroom, humming softly and holding a tray in her hands. Her hair, which in the dim light of her profile picture had appeared dark brown, was actually a dark red that, if she weren't a witch, he would think unnatural. So much for avoiding redheads after Ros and Ygritte, neither of whom had appreciated his stockpiling of kitchen devices.

Melisandre was in her mid-thirties (maybe) and that had been part of the reason Jon swiped right on her- he was looking for something serious and so was she. Though it was becoming increasingly evident she might have a different definition of 'serious' than he did. They'd met at a trendy restaurant with some kind of postmodern approach to food, which pretty much meant Deconstruct Everything. The food had sucked and Melisandre had waxed philosophical on every damn subject.

Jon hated philosophy- he'd barely passed the 100-level course back in undergrad. But the combination of his frustration with the dating scene and the lousy food had driven him to drink too much. Hence why he'd gone back to Melisandre's place with her and drank even more... Based on the pounding headache he had, the residual sluggishness in his limbs, and the way his heart raced, Jon would hazard a guess he'd been slipped some kind of drug in the wine she'd given him.

“Uh...if you wanted to do bondage play, you could've asked me, you know?” He said, trying to sound nonchalant and not at all like a prey in a hunter's crosshairs. He shook one arm, making the chains rattle. She had definitely been coming onto him earlier and even though Jon had no intentions of going on another date with her again, he- like the damned masochist he was- was down for  a fuck, especially one with a woman whose body language said she knew what she wanted.

Melisandre frowned. “You weren't supposed to wake up this quickly. I must have made a mistake in the calculations.” She set down the tray and now Jon could see that instead of food, or even sex toys, the tray held an array of apothecary ingredients.

He was never using Tinder again.

“Wait, wait, hold up!” He called out when Melisandre turned to go, probably to check out said calculations and maybe knock him out again. She paused and turned back. “Just what were you planning on doing with me?” He definitely sounded more than a little panicked then.

“Your dragonseed would be the perfect contribution to a spell I devised to create a shadow baby,” she stated simply, as if that were all the information he would need.

“...say what?”

Clearly she had Googled him. That was the only explanation. Melisandre must have looked him up and figured out he was the son of Rhaegar Targaryen. However, he decided not to correct her on his species classification. Yes, his father was dragonkind, that much was true. But Jon had taken after his mother's side of the family, who were werewolves. And thank the fucking gods, both old and new, that he had. Especially now.

Melisandre smiled, her blood-red lipstick giving her a terrible sort of beauty.  “You are flame and I am shadow- together we could create the most perfect, powerful child who isn't bound to the physics of this realm.” Her chest rose and fell as she delivered what had to be the worst elevator pitch Jon had ever heard. “Alas, it won't work if I've made a mistake in the calculations, which I must go check right now. It wouldn't do to have you awake during the weaving of the spell,” her lips turned down in a pouty moue. “All that thrashing around in agony might prevent the reception of your seed.”

The recep- his seed- no, just no. No. Fucking. Way.

Jon watched her waltz out of the room, mouth agape for all of five seconds before he yanked with all his strength on the manacles. A dragon-shifter in human form was no stronger or faster than the average human. A werewolf, on the other hand, could call upon greater strength as well as sharper senses. Melisandre had probably coated the manacles in some kind of specific inhibition spell to prevent her dragonkind victim from shifting and breaking the metal.

It took several tries before Jon tore the pillars out of the bed-frame and, nose open, started to track down his belongings. Mercifully, she had left his clothing, wallet, and phone on a chair in the corner. He didn't even bother to redress and instead clutched the bundle to his chest before taking a running leap through what turned out to be a second-floor window. Broken glass rained down onto the lawn as his ankles took the brunt of his momentum and weight. The cuts would heal, though he really hoped none of the drunk undergrads staring at him and his wildly-swinging cock with wide eyes from their position on the sidewalk would end up being in one of the classes he TA'd for.

He was definitely never, ever using Tinder again. No more redheads. No more witches. No more redheaded witches.

This is absolutely the last time I use that bloody app!

“Teach me your ways. I'm ready.”

Sansa's proclamation was met with silence from the other four women sat in a corner of VinTerAge, one of their favorite nighttime haunts. Their table was a veritable littoral drift of empty glasses as well as the half-full ones they were currently nursing.

Margaery and Myranda turned to stare wide-eyed at each other, fists vibrating in the air as they emitted twin squeals.

“Is she asking what I think she's asking?” The first asked the latter in a stage whisper.

“I think she is!” Myranda gasped. “The blessed day has come!”

They fake sobbed together.

Sansa sighed and stacked her arms on top of the table, watching her friends' antics with pursed lips. “Are you two done?”

“I doubt they're done, but I'm lost,” Missandei interjected, frowning at Myranda and Margaery's histronics. Sansa could practically see the linguist in her struggling to parse some meaning from the context of their outburst.

The final woman at their table, both older and taller than the rest of them, raised a single eyebrow, her attention sufficiently torn away from the conversation she'd been having via thumbs on her phone. “Don't ask. You'll probably regret knowing the answer to that question.”

Sansa had met Brienne when the other woman had been the TA in her 'Chivalry In The Age of the Five Kings and Three Queens' course and the two had struck up a friendship after the term was over and Sansa had expressed an interest in continuing on for her Master's after she finished undergrad. Missandei she had met in a Valyrian language course, and by the time they'd been reunited in 'The Old Tongue in Literature' and 'Rhoynish Branch Languages', they were fast friends. Sansa was well aware that there was a division between the two women and her other friends, Margaery and Myranda, who were a great deal more caustic and free-spirited. But they were all here for her, which she appreciated.

For Brienne and Missandei's benefits, she explained: “I've decided I'm done looking for love. Right now, I just want to get laid. Forget commitment, I’m in the market for multiple orgasms.”

(“YAS QUEEN!” Myranda mock-sobbed.)

“Look, I don't even care if we're being OTT,” Margaery declared, flipping the long, expertly-blown honey brown layers of her hair over her shoulder as she directed her next comment to the confused women. “You have no idea how long we've waited for this one to develop her Inner Hoe.”

“I'm sure you mean well, but that sounds terribly speciest, and chock full of stereotyping,” Brienne argued, sitting up straighter in her seat.

Sansa stabbed her straw into the slush of her lemonade margarita, well aware of the plethora of issues she had with sex and sexuality. She didn't have to be a shrink to know said issues were rooted in the fact she was a sex witch.

Myranda ignored the tension between Brienne and Margaery, grinning at Sansa as she rooted around in the massive, ridiculously expensive handbag she'd gotten as a gift from one of her sugar daddies. “Don't worry, sweetie, we'll find you plenty of willing victims in no time.” She pulled out her phone and began tapping at the keys.

Sansa groaned. “For the hundredth time, Randa, I don't suck men's life force out through their dicks! I'm not a succubus- totally different classification.” For good measure, she took a deep breath before adding, “And besides, if Marg is still alive and talking after that one time we had sex, I think you're well aware of this.”

She shared a commiserative smirk with her oldest friend in the city.

First things first: Sansa Stark wasn't a nymphomaniac. She wanted to be clear on that. Not that she had any problem with women who enjoyed sex frequently and in varied forms.  It was just that she was the tiniest bit oversensitive to people assuming she had a pathological addiction to sex simply because she was a witch who used sexual magic. People tended to get weird about it- there were no shortage of stereotypes and assumptions about 'sex witches'...namely that they would cheat on you and were uncontrollable nymphomaniacs.

Which made it harder for her to find someone long-term. That had been a difficult reality to come to terms with since Sansa's fantasies usually ran along the lines of vaguely erotic domestic scenes. Alas, despite her drastic attempts to suppress the source of her magic, her partners had a tendency to either be creeped out and want to put a quick end to things or they thought they'd be getting sex whenever they wanted like a 24/7 porn film.

It wasn't an overstatement to say that Sansa'd had lousy luck with romantic partners.

Almost as soon as her prepubescent body was awash in hormones, Sansa had been dreaming of falling in love with a gorgeous boy or girl who would give her flowers, take her out to dinner at the place for teenagers to be seen in Wintertown, and basically give her the fantasy of every teen romantic movie.

Then she’d turned sixteen and the urges started. At first, she’d dismissed them as the normal hormonal surges of a teenage girl. That had been before she climbed on top of Cley Cerwyn in the back of his new-used car and fucked him silly. That, while a lapse in judgment, in itself wouldn’t have been a problem. But he’d been passively-aggressively treating her like shit at dinner for going to a Model UN meeting instead of his hockey game, so when Sansa felt her body become downright electrified in the car, she’d lashed out at him with that power.

Having your first sexual encounter become a police matter and too much of the details known by your parents had been pretty awkward. At least she hadn’t killed him? Anyways. School had been downright unbearable after that, with Cley and his hockey buddies making sure she became a pariah. Robb had graduated the year before so he couldn't be there to threaten his former teammates into keeping their mouths shut.

What had followed was months of therapy to help her acclimate to the idea of being a witch that fed off of sexual energy. Frankly, Sansa thought her parents could have used those therapy sessions more than she did. Her father was a werewolf, as were three of her siblings. Only she and Bran took after their mother, a witch who drew her power from the water. None of them really understood Sansa.

But. Here she was in Oldtown, studying Westerosi History Before 500. Every so often she tried the relationship thing and got laid, using the energy for her magic. Which wasn't to say she had completely accepted this part of herself- that was a work in progress.

“Are you sure this is the approach you want to take?” Brienne asked her, concern etched into her forehead as she reached out to place a hand on Sansa's forearm. “Just because you ran into a few bad apples doesn't mean you should give up on the kind of love story you want.”

Before Sansa could reply, Margaery interjected: “To be fair, that's easy for you to say- you're mated to a lion-shifter who probably kisses the very ground you walk upon.”

This was a fair description- for all he was cynical and sarcastic, Jaime Lannister had never made any bones about how much he adored the human woman who was taller than he, wore her platinum hair short, and who faithfully clung to old-fashioned principles that he claimed to eschew. Yes, they sniped back and forth at one other, but Sansa shipped it. Hard.

Missandei exhaled before playing devil's advocate. “She has a point. I mean, besides Sansa, we're all getting frequent orgasms. Marg and Randa have a rotation of men-”

“-and a few women,” Margaery made sure to add.

“-and then there's you and I, who get quote, dicked on the regular, unquote.” She had a faraway look in her brown eyes. “Though to be fair, I'm lucky to have found a man who doesn't lead with his dick, but rather his mouth and fingers.”

Margaery's eyes flashed with interest. “Oooh, I feel like there's a fingerbanging story in there somewhere.”

“Does Grey excel at Sothoryosi kisses?” Myranda's eyebrows wraggled.

Sansa, however, was entirely absorbed in her abject envy. “Gods I do want that so bad. But Harry never even made me come.”

All cross-conversation screeched to a halt at the table. Sansa could've sworn the two middle-aged women at the next table were listening intently.

“WHAT?” Myranda and Missandei exclaimed.

“At all?” Margaery asked, brows furrowed as she tried to understand that concept.

Sansa shrugged. “Me rubbing my clit while doing all the work on top of him doesn't count.”

“That sheep's dung!” Brienne cursed.

“Look, in a perfect world I'd find someone who likes my bossiness, who wants to go on bookstore dates, and also eat me out at least twice a week, but this isn't a perfect world. So I thought you could give me some pointers and tomorrow night we could go out clubbing...why are you shaking your head at me like that?” she asked Missandei.

“My sweet girl, it's the tenth century. Modern women don't go to clubs to get laid, unless they're kink clubs, they-”

“And how would you know about kink clubs, Missy?” Margaery asked, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes.

Sansa resolutely ignored the interruption. “Who cares? Tell me, where do modern women go? I'll try anything.”

“I doubt you could understand the intricacies of rope-play or upending gender norms during sex, Margie.” Missandei took a slow sip of her wine.

“Is this a reference to pegging? Because I've drilled men up the ass, okay?” Margaery announced, her voice increasing in pitch towards the end of that sentence. Yep, the middle-aged ladies and the two men at the next table were definitely listening to them now.

Sansa felt the conversation getting away from her. Desperately, she tried tapping Missandei's arm to get her attention. “Missandei. Miss- just tell me-”

A snort came from Brienne. “Jaime practically handed me a strap-on harness our first time. That's nothing. You?” She turned to Myranda who nodded.

“Bitches, please. Do you have any idea how much money I've made off of men's intrinsic need to have their asses owned? So much, that's what.”

“TELL ME WHERE I CAN GET LAID!” Sansa all but screeched, causing conversation in the bar to come to a grinding halt. She gulped, cheeks flaming as all eyes swung to her. If there ever was a moment for the floor to open up and swallow her- this was it.

“Well, not here after that outburst, I can tell you.” Margaery pointed out, grinning at her friend's humiliation. Sansa gave her a withering glare.

“Anyways, as I was saying,” Missandei rolled her eyes, turning back to Sansa, “you're not going to find what you want by grinding into the crotch of some sweaty freshman. What you need is to get on Tinder.”

“Tinder.” Sansa repeated dumbly.

“It's an app you download on your phone-” Myranda tried to explain.

“I know what Tinder is. But...I mean...isn't it full of gross guys sending you dick pics?”

[to be continued in some manner, shape, or form]