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[cobrakiin]

Cojeel Week 2k20 | Day 1: Snakes

[venomslayer]

DAY 1 Cojeel week

SNAKES 🐍

Erik has an passionate affection for snakes and will collect any that hes sees around rural area. If they are entrapped in an enclosure he free them without regard to anyone's safety. Not many know how the poison dragon slayer became a snake magnet, but supposedly his scent was snake like and reputation of the snake master and other alias names such as snake mage had stuck with him ever sinse he had Cubellios during child hood until he was 19. He secretly wears snake design attire clothes, when not wearing his coat such as symbols or, but not anything to do with scales.

Gajeel always respected reptiles and had gained a better understanding of the serpents since he met Erik. The only thing the maroon haired gets pissed is if Gajeel purposely hardens his scales so the snakes can bite him to test out their poison. The second generation irritation grows afraid that the snakes will break their fangs on his skin. At this moment the metal dragon slayer was trying his patience.

"I wish for you to stop fucking doing that. Someday my anaconda is going to strangle you until you suffocate."

"Your talking about your snake and not......" Gajeel let the words run out of his mouth like a smart ass.

"Yessss bastard, get your mind out of the gutter. Damn idiot, I should just poison your ass right now. " The poison dragon slayer hissed gently taking one of the vipers away from Gajeel's skin, noticing there was only imprints on it as it began to heal.

"Im just fucking with you. Its nice to know I'm the only one who can rile you. Try it then you won't have anyone to screw." Gajeel shot back, before a mischievous look crossed him as he attemped to back the other into the tree. "Besides you'll miss me too much."

"Your lucky, I give a shit about you or else I would have killed you a long time ago." For a moment his ears had flushed red until he gained his posture again. He easily snaked himself away from his clutches.

"Even then you didnt have the heart....so instead we have this secret relationship going."

"Just shut up." That was all Erik could managed to say even with all the venomous words he exploited he knew he was right. Slipped his arms around the raven haired slayer, kissed him thus had brushed him against the tree.

[kuroganeslayer]

Jacket Day 2 Cojeel week

It was raining firecely as the wind was whipping across the sky and began to take place after both dragon slayers were hanging out at a pub just drinking while Cobra had fun time challenging people to toxic intensities of alcohol who thought they could out drink him. The suspecting victims failed. Then things became chaotic. Gajeel was rocking out to his electric guitar while drinking strong concoctions of liquor as Erik adopted ear plugs once the audience gotten more insane with mixtures of cheers and jeers and the onslaught of food or drinks being thrown at him. He wasnt a bad singer, alot better that some entertainment, but people had various taste in it. The poison dragon slayer only rolled his eye as he saw some of the fight and mentally blocked out all the noise pollution that were ripping through his ears. Even with ear plugs wasnt saving him from it as he just stormed over, collected his partner by grabbing him by the collar as Gajeel pulled at Erik's coat as if in protest.

The next day the Iron dragon lay sprawled out on his bed as the sun shine brightly in his face. Cursing to himself he looked at his green and black dragonic designed phone that had a panther sticker on the back of it in a drowsy manner. His head was fuzzy as he blinked several times to get back his senses, and then he wondered why he was so sore and noticed the jacket he was wearing was not his. "Fuck? What happened last night?"

He glanced at his phone noticing a few missed calls. Instead of answering he began to text his partner in crime.

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Text [Snake King] Aw shit these are not my clothes. I shouldnt have gotten wasted last night. I'm blaming you...

The poison dragon slayer was soundfully asleep as he heard the Poison theme tune in. For a moment he glared at the black designed snake phone as he ignored it a for a few minutes until the titanium theme came on and he quickly hit ignore knowing Gajeel was going to call him. So instead tapped in a reply.

Text [Hard Rocker] That's your own fucking fault...wait a fuck? You didnt just steal my clothes again? 😠

Text[Snake King] My bad. It's just your jacket and not your tight ass pants. They are very restricting and would only call attention to me

Text [Hard Rocker] Idiot. Which jacket? I have several a white one that flares out and a warmer coat that has a fur collar, including a black one that also has a flare. Hey...I like the straps and those were when I worked for the Oracion Seis, you probably eat the metal off them.

Text [Snake Master] No I wouldnt...I have my own belts. Eh your black one, but it fits me...I think I'll hang on to it.

Text[Hard Rocker] FUCK NO! IM NOT LETTING YOU WEAR IT SO YOU CAN TEAR IT UP WHEN YOU GET INTO A FIGHT WITH SOMEONE. ALL YOUR CLOTHES ARE IN TATTERS SO WHY SHOULD I TRUST YOU WITH MINE!!!!! 👿

Text[Snake Master] ALRIGHT....CALM THE FUCK DOWN! Its my shit, and I like to show off, but your jacket reminds me of you. I would never intentionally wreck it.... 😑

Text [Hard Rocker] I want it back the next time we meet up. You can wear it when we are hanging around together, but not in front of anyone else or im going to kill you.

Text [Snake King] can always get ya more clothes... that sounds like a threat and if your gonna play that way then dont expect anything in return from me.

Text [Hard Rocker] Fine be that way. It's not like you can find anyone better to control the sexual tension.

Text [Snake King] Fuck off Erik! Your my boyfriend and I have eyes for only you bastard.

Text [Hard Rocker] Sounds like I hit a nerve....Idiot I take it back.. I'm not going to fight with you about a stupid jacket. Just take a picture so I can see you in it.

Text [Snake King] okay.....now I remeber ya let me have it due to the rain so I wouldnt rust

Text [Hard Rocker] I vaguely know that we messed around. That is so stupid wouldnt be able to handle my poison, smart ass.

Text [Snake King] In the rain? No wonder I'm sore and I can handle you just fine.

Text [Hard Rocker] No, we made out in the rain, but I did teach you a lesson from taking me to a bar so that I could be around all the noisy idiots.

Text [Snake King] Be glad ya cant get drunk though I'm sure you be fun if ya were. I got you back for it didnt I?

Text [Hard Rocker] Dancing on the table like an idiot? I'll pass. Lots of people envy me and it's so amusing to see their expressions. Right now your pissing me off by wearing my jacket. Why couldnt it have been that cloak. You look so good in it.

Text [Snake King] I know that I'm hot that's why I let you see me in it -

shows video of him dancing to I'm sexy and ya know wearing the jacket

Text [Hard Rocker] Show off!

[cobrakiin]

The Arrangement

Cojeel Week prompts - Day 4 + Day 6: Meeting + Hunting.

Actual Dragons AU | Rating: T+ [Minor descriptions of blood/injuries, swearing]

It had started with a strange scent that he had never smelled before, carried on the wind into the flight’s territory.

Except… that wasn’t true, now that he was tracking it. Not entirely. He pressed his wide, dark nose to the earth, sniffing at the clawed tracks in front of him; checking the scent again, just to be sure. Male. Cloying and herbal, a heavy smell like lavender; tinges of a rotting yet earthy scent - and the smell of blood. Gajeel had smelled this scent before.

A couple weeks before, Natsu had come back after getting into a rough fight, his wounds oozing this scent. A poison dragon, he’d said. It’d taken two weeks for the young fire dragon to bounce back to his usual over-excitable self, even with Wendy’s healing element; the wounds just didn’t want to close.

Not that Gajeel didn’t understand why another dragon would want to snap at the annoying, pink-maned menace - Natsu had a habit of not being able to tell when others weren’t interested in play-fighting, and on that day he happened to pick the wrong playmate. But this new dragon wasn’t part of their flight - but you don’t go barging into someone’s home and attack someone without consequences.

And if Laxus didn’t want to do his job as the alpha of their flight and protect the dragons under him, then Gajeel would gladly do it. Especially if it meant one-upping that fat, furry, zappy jerk.

The footprints were narrow and dragonic in shape, and the weight looked to be on the balls of the foot with the tail dragging along behind; a two-legged gait, which meant either that this poison fucker was taking his time strolling through... or he was injured, unable to fly, and trying not to use his front legs. Given that Gajeel could still pick up traces of blood, it was probably the second. It meant that he would catch up to this stranger sooner rather than later.

With smooth, wide strides on muscular legs, he followed the trail until it edged into one of the rivers that ran through the flightlands… where it stopped.

No tracks emerged on the other side.

If he squinted, he could make out the uneven steps in the center of the river, headed downstream. Gajeel craned his head down to the water’s edge, eyeing one of the submerged footprints, snorting at the loose rocks and smell of mud. Going into water was better to avoid other races tracking scents, not other dragons. Any wildborn dragon worth their salt would know that.

“Great, another domestic,” he muttered to himself, putting two and two together. One in the flight was enough; the former-domestic alpha in question knew how to throw his weight around - all fifteen tons of it - but he barely knew how to act like a dragon outside of that.

Whatever. It would slow down his prey even further.

The iron dragon didn’t have to travel the river bank long before a wet trail of water led off into the forest again. He waded through the water with ease and pressed his nose to the wet splotches on the ground - blades of grass and leaves of shrubs moving as his nostrils worked - finding the cloying scent in question stronger.

And that was when he saw it - eyes, watching him from the underbrush. He barely had enough time to harden his scales before a fanged maw erupted from the foliage in an attempt to bite him.

Gajeel reared back in surprise, before bringing his forelegs crashing down with all his weight in attempt to crush this attacker, a move that shook the ground - and just barely missed.

Metal breed dragons had wings that were thick and heavy: better for short trips, shielding, and propelling lunges. A rebound attack from the side was fared no better against the iron dragon, as he shielded himself with the dark limbs and threw himself into the move, pushing the attacker back with surprising ease. If he had to guess, he had a three ton advantage over this new threat.

When he finally whirled to face the poisonous interloper, he wasn’t sure what to expect beyond something worth fighting. And it certainly wasn’t… this.

This intruder in the flightlands was very striking in looks... and also literally.

Where Gajeel had a stocky torso and plated scales and claws, as his kind were apt to, this stranger was… very sleek. The stranger had a longer, thinner torso; a round, flat head and short snout, with an S-curve neck, long limbs and fingers tipped with cruel-looking white claws.

Where dark spikes decorated Gajeel’s snout, brows, neck, and forelimbs; his horns thick and curled back - and this stranger barely had horns! Actually, they were… more like long thorns. Thin and sharp, the right one was broken.

And where Gajeel was dark gray with black mottling, black mane - this stranger was several bright colors. Purple scales with maroon dusting the joints gave way to a pale white underbelly, yellow speckles dotting along the spine and cheeks. And a crimson red mane.

The stranger’s long tail whipped in warning and he hissed for so long it was any wonder he had any breath left after. It was enough of a reminder to drag Gajeel out of his thoughts, and back to the fight at hand.

They circled each other, daring the other to strike; they were too close in proximity to set off any proper elemental roars, physical hits were the only option in such a situation. Gajeel had his defense, but even on two legs, this other dragon seemed to be more on the unexpectedly speedy side.

Red eyes scanned the other’s awkward movement. One of the stranger’s wings, the one on the side he tried to keep away from Gajeel, was folded strangely, his arm on that side tucked up a little too tightly. Gajeel hadn’t noticed it at first with the other’s natural reddish colorings, but there was dried blood coating that whole shoulder and limb.

“Looks like you had a number done on ya,” Gajeel commented.

The other dragon curled his upper lip back, exposing thin, sharp fangs. “What’s it to you, rust breath.”

Gajeel shrugged off the insult, he’d been called far worse before. “Someone in my flight got into a fight with a poison-breed dragon that wandered into our territory. Seems like you’re the only one around here that fits that description.”

The stranger briefly paused, tilting his head ever-so-slightly. “The fire dragon,” he said. “You saw the damage I did. But you know the damage he could do, as well.” Gajeel blinked - he didn’t recall saying that out loud.

“Ya don’t look or smell crispy,” Gajeel snorted in explanation. “So that damage on you ain’t from him, is it?”

The stranger watched him with violet eyes. Guarded and new and knowing - and his gaze made Gajeel’s scales writhe hotly and his posture straighten.

This was offset by the faceful of sand and pebbles the stranger threw at Gajeel; and any thoughts of looking into the other dragon’s eyes left Gajeel’s mind. “Watch it,” he growled. “I know you domestics ain’t got proper dragon manners, but throwing sand’s a dirty move.”

“Says the feral,” the stranger threw back with a light hiss. “If you were going to outright attack me, you would have done it by now-”

“Tch, save it, pillow princess,” Gajeel heckled, thudding his plated tail against the ground. “I’m not gonna attack ya, not in that sorry state yer in. Wouldn’t be right.”

Slanted violet eyes narrowed. “What makes you think I won’t attack you?”

“You made it this far into our territory after beating the snot outta another dragon, so you ain’t weak or stupid.” Gajeel shook himself free of the sand, his hard scales clinking lightly. “Your wing’s all fucked up, so you can’t fly. You’re not gonna get far on two legs and smelling ta high hell of blood. The last thing you need right now is a hard fight and you know it.”

The stranger eyed him, catching on to what the iron dragon was suggesting. “I’m not interested in charity from ferals.”

“Who said anythin’ about charity?” Gajeel scoffed. “You’d owe me a real fight.” He lifted a foreclaw and motioned dismissively. “Once you’re not so sorry-lookin’. S’gotta be better than running from whatever did that to ya.”

The stranger’s tail kneaded in the air as he gave it some thought. “You have a point,” he conceded. “A shitty point, but it’s a point.”

“That any way to talk to someone that’s offering to save yer ass?”

“Let’s say I take up your offer,” the stranger said, ignoring Gajeel’s comment entirely. “I’ll leave when I heal up.” He held his head at an angle, a cocky grin spreading along his purple-pale maw. Gajeel’s heart beat just a little faster at the sight. “And if you can catch me, then maybe you’ll get a fight. Maybe you’ll even live after.”

“S’not what I offered.”

“You know us domestics,” the stranger mockingly said. The poison dragon started pacing around Gajeel again - when had they stopped? Gajeel spun to face the stranger just as the stranger’s tail teasingly brushed along the length of Gajeel’s. Gajeel’s scales shuddered, he suppressed the desire to splay his wings in show at the touch. “We just don’t have any manners.”

He snapped his teeth at the stranger. “At least you admit it. And speakin’ of which, ya haven’t-”

“Told you my name?” the stranger offered, both cutting off and completing Gajeel’s sentence. “Now what fun would that be, Gajeel.”

The iron dragon sharply snorted, his nostril flaring. He knew he definitely hadn’t told this poison fucker that. Yet, anyways.

“If I tell you my name, no more questions after,” the stranger’s tone was less teasing as he spoke this time. Timid, almost. A trace scent of fear intertwined with the cloying, earthy rot smell. “Got it?”

It was Gajeel’s turn to skeptically eye the other dragon. He nodded.

The stranger tilted his chin up. “Cobra,” he introduced himself. “My name’s Cobra.”

“Well, Cobra, my den’s this way.”