#dragon riders au

[fence-time]

False and ren for the dragon au :D

Info:

.ren is a cowdragon a breed that played a similar role to sheepdogs but instead herded cows and horses, the spots and hooves on his hind legs are to help the cows feel more at ease

.false adopted him when she was visiting extended family who owned a farm and instantly fell in love with tiny baby dragon ren

.ren is an extremely fast flier due to his breed needing to herd fast animals and chase off predators, false and ren often compete in tournaments and fairs

.due to winning many of these tournaments false us extremely well known within the area

.ren can make similar vocalisations akin to a wolf howling

.ren doesn’t have any notable powers but does have an extremely strong bite, coupled with false’s fighting prowess they make a wonderful team in battle

[writeforfandoms]

Homeward Bound 2

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Your job as the caretaker is rarely boring, especially around nesting time. Fortunately, you're prepared for almost anything.

Warnings: Swearing, accidental self harm (walking on hot sand), bits of backstory.

Word count: 1k

Your room off the hatching grounds was small, with just the necessities. A simple bed, a small table for some jerky and water, and a small wardrobe. You didn't inhabit this room all the time, thankfully - your normal room was bigger, more spacious. But for the last weeks leading up to the hatching, if you weren't out on the sands, you could be found here. 

You didn't dare go far from the eggs, especially as it got closer to hatching day. It was risky, considering you would only get a few hours’ warning, at best. 

So when someone knocked on your door at some ungodly hour, you woke and rolled out of bed before your brain even had a chance to catch up. You threw on your robe for some semblance of modesty, yanking the door open. 

One of the messenger boys stood in front of your door, hair mussed and cheeks red from his run. “One of the dragons,” he said, one hand waving back the way he'd come. 

You didn't wait for the rest of his message, pushing past him and sprinting down the short hall and to the sands. Hot sand nearly burned the bottoms of your feet, but you paid it no mind. 

It took only a moment to find the dragon in question. A new mother, gray wings spread wide, nearly prancing in distress but somehow never even touching her eggs. 

“Hey, hey, easy,” you soothed, approaching her carefully, hands up. “Easy, beautiful. Calm down and show me what's wrong.” 

She hissed, higher pitched than normal, more nervous than aggressive. But she settled, at least a little, all four feet remaining planted now. 

“Good,” you crooned, taking another couple steps closer. “Now. Show me what's wrong.” 

She hissed again but allowed you close, wings slowly settling against her back again. She stepped back carefully, allowing you to see the nest. 

And the clear crack that ran across the top of one of her eggs. 

“Oh.” Sharp pain lanced clean through your chest. “Oh, beautiful….” Ever so carefully, your fingertips ran across the crack, feeling for moisture. It was possible the internal membrane hadn't torn, in which case you could patch up the egg. Fortunately, that looked to be the case this time. You breathed out slowly, pressing your palm mid-way down the shell to check the temperature. A little cool, but not bad. 

You could make this work. 

“Okay,” you breathed out. “Okay. Your egg is okay.” You looked up at the dragon to make sure she understood, meeting brilliant golden eyes fearlessly. “I'm going to help.” 

She trilled softly, lowering her head to nudge your shoulder very gently. 

“Yes, yes,” you murmured, sparing one hand to pat her snout. “Go get your rider, and a few others if you can. Quickly.” 

She hesitated only a moment, the instinctive pull to remain at her nest strong, before she turned and took off. You didn't watch her go, instead focusing on shoring up the sand around all the eggs. That would help keep them all stable and warm. 

Now to address the crack. 

You didn't want to leave it alone - there was too much potential for things to get in there and cause problems. 

You had all the things you'd need for a kind of paste you could cover the crack with. It would need to be reapplied periodically until the egg hatched, but it would work. 

You spared a brief thought of thanks that your mother had taught you everything about this job. 

The tromp of boots on sand and the trill of the dragon pulled your attention up from the sand. The mother had returned with her rider and two others. Including Simon. 

“Pack more sand around these eggs,” you ordered the three. “All around them. But do not touch the cracked egg. I will be back in three minutes.” 

You stood, frowning thunderously when one of the riders goggled at you, mouth open. “Now,” you snapped.

Simon cuffed the gawking rider before striding off to grab one of the shovels. You turned and ran back to the small storage room off the hatching grounds, full of ingredients for just such a need as this. 

The sand was hot as you carried the bowl back to the egg, reminding you painfully that you were not wearing shoes. You grimaced but pushed through, walking calmly this time. You didn't want to get any sand in the bowl. 

The three riders had made quick work of getting the eggs braced with more sand, Simon still holding the shovel even as he watched you approach, eyes dark. 

“Good,” was all you offered, kneeling carefully next to the cracked egg. Partially to not get more sand around, and partially to make sure your robe stayed covering you. You covered the crack with the paste, carefully going beyond the edges of the crack to be sure nothing could get in. When you checked, the egg was already a little warmer. Very good. 

Sighing softly, you pushed back to your feet. “Very good,” you murmured. “The egg will be fine. Thank you for your help.” You looked at each of the three riders. The one who belonged to the mother dragon actually stepped forward to hug you, something you returned a little awkwardly. 

The mother settled around her eggs again, even more carefully now, crooning softly before she settled her snout right next to the cracked egg. You patted her head, relieved. 

It took until you gathered up the bowl and tugged your robe tighter to realize that Simon was still standing to one side, gaze still fixed on you. You paused, foot scuffing through the sand, eyes blowing wide before you schooled your expression back to neutrality. You nodded to him once and strode back to the storage room, covering the remaining paste with a cloth. It would keep for a while. 

You needed to wash up. 

You paused, just for a moment, at the edge of the sand where the hallway to your room branched off. Simon was standing next to Ilsbet, one hand under her chin, forehead pressed to hers. You turned away from the quiet moment. But not before you smiled.

[daisychainsandbowties]

Chapters: 2/? [19k] Fandom: Warrior Nun (TV) Rating: Explicit

dragon rider au

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If dragons had only stubborn bones in their body, Beatrice though that Lilith must be somehow related to them. Seeing Jillian, she lurched away from Saros’ foreleg and tried to salute, but the ground was already muddy from the rain and worse thanks to dragon’s blood raining down onto it. She stumbled and snarled when one of the medics reached out and caught her – she’d been swatting at them like gnats intermittently before this - pushing off his chest.

She stood for a moment, peering listlessly around – past Jillian, now, having already quite forgotten about her. Beatrice realised with a pang that she was searching automatically for Shannon, for Halo, for the dragon and the girl who meant everything to her. Beatrice had never really been able to get Lilith to pay attention to the new or strange or interesting dragons in the courtyard when they went to spy on it.

No, her attention had always fixated on Halo and Shannon, the latter stretched out on her dragon’s white-gold foreleg. They had watched a few times as Halo stirred herself awake to pull the blanket back over Shannon’s body when it fell down.

They’d stopped being so furtive recently, now that they had an excuses to go down to the courtyard to visit Saros. Beatrice spent most of her time down there, in fact, or in Saros’ clearing when he wanted peace and privacy and for the Greylings to stop sleeping on his tail even if it was the perfect size and shape for them.

Still, Lilith always gravitated toward that huddle of white dragon and green-coated girl, with a look on her face that Beatrice had invented metaphors for, but never any precise explanation. It was no surprise to her that this Lilith, exhausted and blood-soaked and bruised by a dead girl’s hands, had forgotten herself and remembered Halo again, first.

Realisation seemed to hit her like a mallet, and Beatrice watched her body fold, moving before anyone else realised. She’d wrestled Lilith enough times to know that she could hold her weight for at least a minute before they both started to shake, and they were home now, where she wouldn’t have to for that long.

Saros, too, had lifted one great clawed hand, intending to scoop Lilith in against his body as he had done with Beatrice so many times before.

But neither of them were so quick as Jillian, who was there as suddenly as smoke. Her eye was mostly on Saros as she moved gracefully in front of Lilith, letting the girl fall against her chest. She was small but had always been uncannily strong, her arms wrapping firmly around Lilith’s waist as a small army of junior medics joined her. “Don’t be foolish,” she said softly into the bloody girl’s ear, holding Lilith up with the strange power that always possessed her when she was about her work. “There is nothing left for you to do.”

She paused, lifting her hand awkwardly to brush blood-soaked hair away from Lilith’s forehead, “I am sure you tried everything you could.”

A sob broke through the silence that had fallen over them, and Beatrice could only watch as Lilith buried her face in Jillian’s neck, letting the woman hold her up. Jillian’s strength held where it flagged so often when she needed to move her tower of books from one room to the next.

Beatrice had caught her sweet-talking Lilith into acting as a pack mule more than once. More than twice, too, sauntering ahead while Lilith sweated in her wake.

There, despite her laser focus on Saros, she examined Lilith for a moment, running her hands over the young lieutenant’s arms, her ribs, her jaw, before passing her off to the medics again. But, before that, she spent a moment wiping blood off Lilith’s face with her shirtsleeve. Slowly, with a tenderness that struck Beatrice as…

Well, it struck her.

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[teecupangel]

AC Dragon Riders AU

So @saberamane was interested in the Dragon Rider AU I had after playing Century: Age of Ashes for a bit so here we go.

Let’s set up the stage for now. (and we are playing hella loose with Century: Age of Ashes lore in this one. No, seriously, I might be keeping the names of the dragons but I’m playing loose with their ‘personalities’ and the colors are purely cosmetic unless there’s something more noted about it)

In this AU, humanity learned to ride dragons and developed their traditions and way of living with their existence in mind. Society is composed of ‘clans’ of varying sizes with their own alliances and grievances. And all these clans are forever locked in a spiral of peace and war among themselves. It is inevitable that this perpetual cycle of war will continue until the last dragon rider’s ashes fell from the sky.

Dragon riders are usually composed of four people as any larger would make it easier for others to see them approach. There have been cases of smaller number of dragon rider groups in history but they are uncommon and most happened because of tragedy and are not done by choice.

Dragons themselves have different species with each having their own variety depending on their parents and where they have been raised. Some dragon riders bear the banner of researchers, aiming to categorize and observe new varieties, with their ultimate goal being to be able to find an undiscovered species.

For now, the known dragon species are as followed:

Nightsnagger - mostly known for their lithe build and their ability to shroud themselves and their rider in a ball of light that reflects everything around them, making them invisible for a short period of time, what they lack in brute strength, they make up for their speed and stealth. Other than spewing fireballs, they can shoot out mines that can stick to walls and other dragons and will explode from the slight change of air. This mine can be changed to explode after a certain amount of time (blast) or to explode in a line that pierces everything in its path.

Ironwing - the easiest dragon to tame for they are known to be compassionate to humans who treat them well and care for other dragons regardless of whether they are the same species or not, they are sturdy and able to heal faster than other species as well as the ability to ‘know’ if one of their dragon comrades is in trouble even if they are far away.

Bloodchasers - The most aggressive dragon species known right now. Their bulky frame makes them powerful enough to destroy fortified walls by just slamming into them and they have an insatiable desire to take down their prey, making them a formidable opponent in the sky. Their feathers can be used as projectiles that freeze as it travels at high speed.

Stonesnout - The preferred dragons of riders born and raised up north in the cold with an affinity to lightning and a large body that can take a beating if necessary.

Vinedrake - A dragon species seemingly more seen in the deepest parts of the forest, what they lack in brute strength, they make up for what appears to be some kind of secretion that can momentarily boost their capabilities or weaken other dragons.

The Hidden Ones:

A large clan composed of smaller sects that have different skills and missions. Supposedly, they were the descendants of the first dragon tamers, the Medjays, and their clan leader only goes by the title ‘Mentor’.

The Successors

4 dragon riders that are considered to be one of the best teams of the Hidden Ones. All of their dragons are Nightsnaggers and they are known for taking down other dragons unaware by shrouding themselves in the Nightsnaggers’ shroud. Their name comes from the rumor that they are the top candidates to be the next mentor of the Hidden Ones. They are also called the ‘White Death” for their dragons are all of lighter shade.

Altaïr: Born and raised by a sect of the Hidden Ones that raise soldiers from a very young age, he’s quite arrogant and can be quite rude, mostly reined in by his team. It’s not common knowledge but he actually has a scholarly mind and would spend his free time reading books. He left his sect due to a disagreement with the current sect leader, although the reason for their disagreement is a mystery. It is only by the grace of the mentor that he is not hunted down by his old sect.

Tafaha: A white Nightsnagger born and bred by Altaïr’s sect to be faster than any other Nightsnagger. She was given to Altaïr as an egg when he was a child and he raised her himself, supposedly one of her sires was the dragon of Altaïr’s father who perished together with Altaïr’s father when he had been 11. She’s obedient and quiet and she likes to curl around her rider whenever he’s reading. She also curls to make herself smaller whenever she’s sleeping.

Ezio: The second son of a prominent family known for being both capable dragon riders and leaders. With his older brother being trained to be their father’s successor, Ezio decided to be a dragon rider to impress a woman he had fallen in love with. Tragedy struck their family and his father and brother were thrown in jail while he barely escaped thanks to his dragon flying him and his mother, sister, and younger brother away as they were chased by dragon riders under the control of a rival family from the same sect. His father and brother were rescued by the Hidden Ones and he joined them to be a better dragon rider. He’s the de-facto leader and spokesperson of their group.

Belladonna: A dragon bred to be a 'soldier' dragon and sturdier than normal Nightsnagger because of it. Quite a spoiled dragon even though Ezio tried to raise her properly, she got a lot of pets and treats from Ezio’s younger siblings growing up. She’ll do what needs to be done when in the air but, during downtime, she demands to be petted and be told she did a good job. Ezio is weak to her demands and he likes to call her his ‘little princess’. Her wings are tattered in some places, a reminder of the pain she suffered while flying away from dragon riders pursuing them all the while carrying more load than she should.

Ratonhnhaké:ton: He was not born into the Hidden Ones but he had sought them out with his dragon when he was a teenager, asking to be trained by them so he may protect his village. By the time his training was complete, he returned to an empty clearing and all he knows is that his entire village had left. He agreed to join the team to find his village and find out what happened. He had grown close to the three and usually had to be the one physically stopping Altaïr and Ezio before things got too heated and spiteful words could be said.

Karòn:ia: The oldest of the four dragons and supposedly older than Ratonhnhaké:ton himself. Sometimes, he calls her ‘my second mother’ and they believe she was actually his mother’s dragon. She tends to be the one to keep the other dragons from being too rowdy (mostly Belladonna and Minnie).

Desmond: No one really knows where he comes from. He was definitely born as a Hidden One, that’s for sure, but they’re not sure which sect he came from. He actually started as more like a tagalong to take care of the dragons until the egg he had (which he kept a secret from everyone for some reason) hatched. He’s the most inexperienced of the three but not really. It’s like he was trained to be a dragon rider but he’s a bit rusty for some reason. Altaïr seems to have an idea of who he is which Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton believe means that Desmond is from one of the old sects of the Hidden Ones but not the same sect as Altaïr. Usually called ‘our little fledgling’ by Ezio and sometimes called ‘young lord’ by Altaïr when he gets annoyed. He’s pretty much the peacekeeper of the group and tends to have the final say, mostly because the other three can’t say no to him.

Minnie: A dragon raised by Desmond and the others. He’s the youngest and very, very excitable. He's a male dragon but he's apparently named after Desmond’s mother… or Desmond was joking, they’re not really sure. He’s still growing and has a problem focusing at times but he and Desmond are so attuned to one another that he knows what Desmond wants even without Desmond saying anything. Loves, absolutely LOVES, to leave mines all over whenever they’re skirmishing with other dragons. Good news is that the other dragons have learned how much he loves mines and is able to evade them easily… Or use them to cause a chain explosion to their advantage.

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This was getting long so I’ll just write the teams and their dragon species. If you guys want to know about them in this AU, let me know and I’ll make a separate post or something:

Other Hidden One Teams:

The Rooks:

Arno (leader): Ironwing

Evie: Nightsnagger

Jacob: Bloodchaser

Jayadeep: Ironwing

The Messengers (of the Mentors):

Bayek: Nightsnagger

Amunet: Nightsnagger

Hepzefa: Ironwing

Khemu: Bloodchaser (used to be his father’s)

Unnamed Teams (I haven’t thought of a name)

Team 1:

Aguilar: Nightsnagger

Shao Jun: Nightsnagger

Nikolai: Bloodchaser

Arbaaz: Bloodchaser

Team 2:

Roshan: Nightsnagger

Fuladh: Nightsnagger

Basim:Stonesnout

Hytham: Nightsnagger

Altaïr’s Previous Team:

Malik: Nightsnagger

Kadar (Altaïr’s current replacement): Nightsnagger

Adha: Ironwing

Abbas: Bloodchaser

Other Clans:

The Raven Clan (clan leader is Sigurd):

Eivor: Stonesnout

Randvi: Stonesnout

Petra: Bloodchaser

Valka: Stonesnout

Mercenary Group:

Kassandra: Vinedrake (Adestria)

Alexios: Vinedrake

Brasidas: Bloodchaser

Layla: Ironwing

Dragon Pirates:

Edward: Bloodchaser

Adéwale: Ironwing

Mary: Nightsnagger

Anne: Ironwing

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[yourl0calrayy]

First time posting here 🏃 nightfury oc and his rider!

[ghost-bxrd]

More Dragons and their approximate size 🐉

[ranticore]

estibarith & rider (some guy. idk who that is)

she has a typical green dragon conformation. i liked the idea of caterpillar imagery?? so spiracle markings along her side as well as (eventually) large eye spots on the second wingsail when she's in season (i may be taking liberties but in canon dragons do get darker around mating time so i'll call it plausible). the wing lineart was massively complicated and i despaired the whole time 👍

she has a relatively large vertical stabiliser due to her short body and stubby tail. this keeps her stable in the air and prevents uncontrolled yaw. but like most greens the aerodynamic drag is tiring for her, and her flight, while incredibly precise and acrobatic, is highly inefficient.

[witchthewriter]

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 | 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟑

⤷ gender neutral, Valyrian blood (dragon rider), and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I kinda personified this group of dragons more than I have with the others...

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑

・You're actually apart of the royal family, your siblings already having bonded with either eggs from their crib or great beasts already living

・It felt embarrassing being the only one without a mount. It was true that not everyone in your family were dragonriders, but you didn't want to be anything but a dragonrider.

・You had heard stories of untrained dragons and with great bravery or stupidity, you went to find one

・Sheep Stealer and Grey Ghost have always stayed out of each other's ways. Not knowing what kind of dragon the other is (especially when the other wild dragon was a CANNIBAL)

・So neither Sheepstealer nor Grey Ghost stay in the Dragonpit

・With you, Sheepstealer is a lot more soft. It took time to build up that trust and reliance on one another.

・But once he realised that you weren't going to hurt or leave him, then the bond became one of the deepest ever seen

・When you're dreaming, it's as if you're in Sheep's head. Not controlling him, but seeing things from his eyes.

・And you can feel each other's emotions (like all dragon riders and their dragons) but it feels a lot deeper

・His favourite song would absolutely Sweet Carolina by Lana Del Rey. It would actually make him cry.

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓

・Doesn't like to share food (not that you'd eat his food? Never once have you tried to either. But every time he's eating, he you're near - he frowns and grunts)

・He was just used to being independent and fighting for his food.

・It took a long time for him to warm up to you. Not liking human interactions

・Knows many, many good secret hide outs... you love hiding in them with him. You aren't a people person either

・Once bit a handler... on the butt. It sounds comedic, but there was blood everywhere and holes in the man's buttcheek.

・Your father had to spend a lot of money for the man to be healed.

・(Grey Ghost wasn't chastised, your father too thought it hilarious)

・No one is allowed near Ghost except for you, I'm talking even existing near him.

・He likes his personal space

・Ghost actually got a bit of colour once you spent more time flying. He turned a beautiful silver instead of a dull grey and had a bit of a glimmer to his scales

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐗

・A pyromaniac; likes to hear the command 'Dracarys' (it's the fastest one he responds to)

・Likes hitting you with his tail and when you turn around to look at him, he's obviously looking somewhere else - but his lil dragon laugh gives him away

・But you got used to it and remember to duck everytime your back is towards him

・Is very competitive, especially against Arrax, who is the closest in age to him

・Crushing on Morning; likes her pretty pink scales. You know this because he rolls in anything pink (especially pink flowers)

・Would love country music unironically.

・Gives Dennis the Menace vibes but he is acutely aware of the trouble he causes. Loves chaos.

・Likes to gently bite your shoulder when your attention isn't on him

・IS afraid of cats. Pretends he's not but once when he was a baby dragon, your pet kitten swiped at him and from then on he was terrified...

・Vermax loves being called a "beautiful boy," "handsome man," etc but DO NOT DO IT IN FRONT OF ANYONE, HE WILL GET EMBARRASSED.

𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐗

・Bit shy for a dragon, still courageous and honorable. But prefers to be away from ... everyone

・Does like Tyraxes though; they seem to have similar souls. Some say they could've come from the same clutch of eggs

・Definitely a Libra or Pisces.

・For a long time he was scared of getting into trouble. But you've been working on it ... constantly reminding him he's a goddamn dragon.

・When Arrax is happy, he makes a trilling noise and the red scales/flaps on his neck and head shimmy

・Vermax has made fun of him for it but Moondancer growled at Vermax (therefore he never made fun of him ever again)

・LoVES LAYING HIS HEAD IN YOUR LAP. A very affectionate dragon, loves pets, being brushed down, having his wings gently touched.

・It's safe to say his love language is physical touch

・It took some time for him to be a confident flyer. But once he took off, he never looked back.

𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐒

・A good boi, a very good boi. Does as he's told because his trust in you is unwavering

・When you look into his eyes, they almost seem ... human. They're a beautiful blue/green colour and seem to stare into your very soul

・You realised that at a young age, and swore to treat him exactly how you'd like to be treated

・Has youngest sibling energy (but the kind where the parents have a bunch of older children and for some reason have a baby in their 50s by accident)

・So technically youngest but basically grew up as an only child vibes

・...Loves baths. Like proper baths. You would bathe him as a little dragon. A tradition you and your mother started (because you, yourself hated bathing. So poor Tyraxes was subjected to it as well)

・Now that he's grown ... well ... the blacksmith had heavy pockets and no extra time on his hands for quite a while

・When the bath tub arrived just on the outskirts of the dragonpit, Tyraxes' tail wouldn't stop thumping. He knew exactly what it was for

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆

・Aquarius asf

・Always pliant when it comes to be saddled up. Very good girl, you trained her yourself (or you were there for the majority of it)

・From a young age you found yourself talking to her as if she could understand you perfectly well. And now you still do it;

・She gives huffs and chuffs in response, smoke coming out of her nose when she heavily disagrees with something

・Knows about Vermax's crush on her but expects a lot of romantic gestures.

・She's also an Aquarius so they're pretty difficult to shack up with; their independence is highly important to them.

・Like a dog with bad experiences with men, Morning can sense when a person is trustworthy or not

・If they aren't ... SCORCHED. If they are ... UNSCORCHED.

・Literally takes it upon herself to administer justice

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑

・Quite calm in stressful situations

・Definitely more than you - not trying to be shady to you but Moondancer seems to know exactly what to do in like ... every situation?

・Nuzzles you with her nose

・Does adore when you clean her horns, I mean they're PEARLESCENT! (or chrome, however you want to see it)

・Absolutely adores music and will fly you to towns that are having festivals. (She's learned from experience that she can only fly over the top of the crowd and sit from afar...there have been some messy incidents in the past)

・Seems calm but is VERY overprotective of you. Will let you handle arguments until she can feel your heart racing and then she jumps in

・Likes adventure but not dangerous adventure. More so like finding pretty fields or lovely waterfalls.

[urdeftonesgrrrl]

SEASMOKE YOU SNEAKY BITCH LMAOOO

[fence-time]

I think Ren gives False love bites. He also liked belly.

YES! a little nip on the shoulder or leg is how ren shows affection , so so real

[writeforfandoms]

The Name of the Wind 4

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Here we finally are continuing with this story! I'm trying to match up the timing on everything between these thee stories in the dragon riders 'verse. Yes, three. Our two special guests in this chapter will be leaving to their own story.

It'll be fun, I swear.

Warnings: Swearing, idiot in love, clueless reader, scheming riders, seriously the whole garrison is invested by now.

Word count: 1.8k

Dinner seemed nothing special, in the way that you'd become accustomed to meals here. There was the usual assortment of foods at every table, riders and staff settling down to eat. 

Alejandro was at the table you'd unofficially labeled his - not in the center of the room quite, but still easy to get to. Some of the usual people were there already - Rodolfo and Marin both nodded to you. 

The two new people were there as well, seated side by side across from Alejandro.

“Our guests for tonight,” Alejandro told you, motioning you to sit next to him. “Alex and Frank.” 

You greeted them both, settling next to Alejandro. They'd both cleaned up since you saw them earlier, though Frank hadn't bothered to shave. You'd never seen them before, and you were curious as to how they got here, and how long they'd be here. 

“You must be new here.” Frank eyed you, openly appraising. 

“Yes,” you admitted, a little surprised. 

“New rider?”

“Not exactly,” you hedged, on the border of being uncomfortable, and not sure why. 

“She is a leather worker,” Alejandro answered smoothly, one knee pressing into yours under the table, his elbow gently jostling your arm. “Quite skilled, as well.” 

You warmed under both the praise and the touches, shoulders relaxing even as you leaned ever so slightly into his space. 

Frank held your gaze for a moment before he nodded. “Then we'll be seeing you around again.” 

“Are you here often?” You took a tray from Alejandro, serving yourself food even as you glanced at the two men. 

Alex shrugged, a secretive half-smile twitching his lips. “We come through every so often.”

You looked between the two, seeing clearly that this was some kind of joke. But Alejandro nudged your knee again under the table, and you didn't ask. 

The conversation moved on from there, Rodolfo chiming in with daily reports. Another rider came over to talk to Alejandro for a few minutes, mostly ignoring Alex and Frank. They seemed content to be ignored, talking quietly to each other. 

You squashed your curiosity back down and ate your dinner quietly. 

Frank and Alex stood to leave in tandem, and Alejandro nodded to them. 

“Who were they?” You asked very quietly once they'd left. 

Alejandro hummed for a moment, arms crossed loosely over his chest. “You will see them from time to time,” he said slowly. “But you cannot ask what they do, or where they go. It is confidential.” 

“Okay.” You could do that. No problem. 

Well. Okay. You'd have to remind yourself not to ask, but you'd manage. 

He looked down at you, amused. “You won't see them so often it will be a problem,” he assured you. “Don't fret.” 

You chuckled. “Sure,” you agreed easily. “If you say so.” 

Alejandro shook his head but smiled, getting to his feet. “I will see you tomorrow.”

“Good night.” You watched him and Rodolfo walk out together, shoulders nearly pressed together. 

The view was quite nice, after all. 

Shaking your head at yourself, you cleared your place at the table and made your way back to your room. You had a little time before bed. Plenty of time to stuff your emotions back down. 

You were still trying not to find Alejandro attractive… but it wasn't easy. He made it very difficult, in fact. Especially when he sought you out at meal times, and took you on a flight, and promised he wouldn't let harm come to you… 

Really, how were you expected to not find him attractive? 

You squished your face in your pillow to squeal, just a little bit. 

The problem over the next few weeks wasn't work. It wasn't the dragons, as they had all learned that you were to be treated gently.

No. The problem was Alejandro. 

He ate most meals with you. He took you on two more flights. He made a point of seeing you at least once each day. 

He was distracting, but in the most pleasant way. Intriguing and courteous and funny. 

He was a major problem. 

You looked for him, almost automatically, every time you went to eat, or when you were in the dragons’ nesting area. Any time you heard his voice, you paused what you were doing to look. 

Honestly, it was a bit ridiculous. You were embarrassed at yourself. 

But you still looked. 

One night after dinner, Alejandro asked if you'd take a walk with him. You agreed, heart fluttering. 

“I will be gone a few days,” he said as the two of you strolled down empty hallways. “I need to go to the capital.” 

“Oh.” You couldn't help the way your heart sank with disappointment. 

“Rodolfo will be in charge while I'm gone,” he said, looking at you and away again. “It will only be a few days.” 

“I hope you have fun?” It came out for too much of a question, and you grimaced at yourself. 

He snorted. “I will not, but thank you. I dislike going, but I must sometimes.” 

“Why do you dislike it?”

He shrugged. “Politics,” he answered dryly. “There is an overabundance of people who feel far too self-important.”

You laughed, unable to hold it in. “I'm sorry,” you managed, still giggling. “But the look on your face.” 

He huffed, smiling. “It is never a hardship to make you laugh,” he murmured. “Is there anything you want from the capital?”

You blinked at him, taken completely by surprise. “I don't know.” 

He eyed you for a moment before he nodded, just once. “I will find you something, then.” 

You almost protested, except he turned to face you fully, two fingers under your chin tipping your face towards him. Your eyes went wide. 

“I will think of you,” he promised, low and quiet. “I need to go, because I need to wake early. I will see you in a few days.” He leaned in, and for a wild moment you thought he'd kiss you. Your heart leapt and then pounded, lips parting ever so slightly. 

But his lips landed on your cheek, soft and chaste. Your eyelids fluttered, a soft breath escaping you. 

The two of you stood perfectly still for one moment. Then Alejandro stepped back, his fingers falling from your skin. 

You watched him go, hand rising to touch the spot he'd just kissed. 

You hadn't imagined that. He had really kissed your cheek. 

Oh, you were way past trouble now. Now you were in deep. 

You meandered back to your room, completely distracted and oblivious to the world around you, replaying those precious moments over and over again to make sure you remembered them. 

You didn't sleep well, half-remembered dreams of flying then falling interrupting you through the night. 

You were surprised when Marin sat with you at breakfast. She asked about your day, and seemed genuinely interested. Which was… weird, but okay. 

But the weirdness didn't stop there. 

Various riders popped in to your workshop throughout the day. Some just asked how you were doing, while some asked about bringing you things for repairs. One even brought you a canteen of water, saying she'd noticed yours was empty. 

You were deeply, deeply confused. 

But you didn't actually object. 

Rodolfo gently herded you to the normal table at dinner, but he didn't try to make you talk. Just made sure you had food. 

Alejandro left for a few days and the whole garrison went extremely weird. 

Maybe they just needed some sleep. Or something. Maybe you needed sleep. 

Except the next day passed in much the same manner. You hadn't had so much conversation… basically ever. And with so many people! Even one of the kitchen staff found you to ask if you had enough scrap leather to make a holder for a knife. 

Which, of course, you did. Not that you'd tell her, the poor woman seemed easily flustered to begin with, but you weren't using scraps for this. 

You were also debating between telling Alejandro the entire garrison went nuts while he was gone, or never mentioning any of this again. 

You skipped breakfast the next day, sneaking some bread from the kitchen to tide you over until lunch. This, apparently, was a mistake, as what felt like half the garrison showed up at your workshop before lunch. Not all at once, thankfully, mostly alone with a few pairs or small groups showing up.

But still. Highly annoying while you were trying to work. 

You were gearing up around lunch time to yell at the group of three hovering outside your door when a dragon trumpeted outside. All three riders perked up, and the youngest (and boldest) of them darted inside to grab you. You barely had time to yelp before the three were half-dragging you off, your feet barely keeping up. 

Bright sunlight blinded you for a couple moments as they dragged you clear outside. But you felt the ground-shaking thump of a dragon landing. 

You didn't even have time to ask before the three abandoned you. You nearly stumbled, but managed not to. Huffing, you shaded your eyes to look. 

Your heart fluttered in your chest. 

Caba stopped just in front of you, rumbling a friendly greeting to you, head lowering to breathe hot air on top of your head. You couldn't help but laugh a little, reaching up to pat his snout. 

“You're here.” Alejandro sounded surprised but rallied quickly, throwing one leg over Caba's back and sliding down the big dragon's side. He landed easily, making you the teensiest bit jealous - you still nearly faceplanted every time. 

“I am,” you agreed, a little perplexed but mostly just happy to see him. “How was your trip?”

He waved a hand, dismissing the question. “Uneventful. Not worth it, as usual.” He paused a moment before he smiled. “But I did find this.” 

He produced a flower from nowhere, petals marbled pink and white. 

“Oh, it's beautiful.” You smiled, leaning closer to see if the flower had any fragrance. It did, and it smelled wonderful too. 

“It's for you.” Alejandro took one of your hands, curling your fingers delicately around the stem.

Your eyes blew wide and you jerked your gaze from the flower to him. He just smiled at you, warm and soft and so pleased. 

Excited not-exactly-whispering behind you made both of you turn to look. Alejandro's smile dropped and he huffed softly. 

“Excuse me, I have some riders to speak with,” he growled, much less happy now. But he paused and cupped your cheek, leaning in close to whisper, “I'll see you later.” And then he strode off, like a man on a warpath.

You dropped your gaze back to your flower and hid your smile behind it, inexplicably giddy.

[heedeungism]

say yes to heaven (say yes to me). | teaser

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⭒ ice prince!sunghoon x fire princess!reader 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ⭒ the crown prince of the ice kingdom is not known for having objects of affection. perhaps the fiery princess of the fire kingdom is all that is needed to thaw his frozen heart. (route 1 of the eternal flame saga) 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒 ⭒ alcohol, cursing, the beginnings of a panic attack, dwagons 𝐄𝐒𝐓. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ⭒ 10k> (teaser is 1k) 𝐈𝐍��𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒 ⭒ this is only a small snippet of a longform fic i’ve been working on since house of the dragon started up again, so obviously it’s inspired by that. however i did need to fix the whole incest = dragons so i made up this whole concept that, while obviously inspired by hotd, is incest free! i have other fics in this same universe outlined(hence the ‘route 1 of the eternal flame saga’), but i will be focusing most of my attention on this fic until it’s done!

masterlist. rules. request.

The House of Frost’s sigil is arguably one of the more simple of the Great Houses. A banner of pale blue, a white emblem of stark beauty, a dragon. Next to sigils of the other Kingdom’s, it appears as icy as one would imagine.

The Houses of Earth and Wind fly flags of more neutral colors, ivories and browns. The Water Dragon Kingdom’s a royal blue and Sky Dragon's a pale pink, but none so beautifully bright as his.

Yet, you see no sign of it as you sit at the head of the dining hall beside your brother.

Tourney’s you’ve attended usually start with a dinner the first day, then a melee or joust the second and third, a tour, maybe even a hunt if so desired by the king, or Prince Regent in this case. Your brother seems keen on being exceptionally annoying, booking your schedule for the week with barely enough time to bathe let alone avoid the eyes of the realm.

So, now, you sit at the large dinner, and realize you have yet to see the sigil you were so expecting.

Riki leans down at his station standing close behind you, “I imagine the Northern Sea is rather backed up this time of year.”

His jest does not impress you, “He could arrive on dragonback if he so cared.” As you finish your childish claim, the doors open.

“Prince Sunghoon of the House of Frost. Heir to his throne.”

Your sworn knight nearly snorts, as a tall male arrives. He has no company, only the sword at his hip as he prowls toward the table you sit.

Ten years had changed a lot. No longer did he have the sickly look about him, his skin even and his shoulders fuller with what you can only assume is muscle. He carries himself with a confidence you could never compare to princes like Yeonjun of the Earth Territories, who holds his head too high and carries too cocky of a smile for you to respect him outright, or Sunoo of the Sky Archipelagos in the west who’s bashful countenance somewhat underwhelmed you considering the story attached to his crowning.

Prince Sunghoon is sure of himself, you can see it in the slight sway of his shoulders and his wide gait, but he doesn’t carry that confidence with the arrogance you expected of the Prince of Crystal Snow.

He’s beautiful. Fuck.

“It appears he does care, your highness.”

Riki snickers as you quickly bite back, “Shut up.”

“Prince Sunghoon, I thought we were to expect your family on the morrow?” Your brother muses, and the prince bows at his waist in greeting.

“My mother, the queen, fell ill. I come alone.” He said, his voice is much deeper as well, though that’s to be expected.

“I wish her good health, then.” The Prince Regent wishes a genuine prayer. The ice prince bows his head, his gaze only moves to you when you speak.

“And your knight?”

Your brother kicks your foot under the table at your tone, yet the prince only offers a gentle smirk with another honest bow, “Ser Jaeyun arrives tomorrow. He found a ride on dragonback to be…unpleasant.”

Riki coughs, and you fight the tug at the corner of your mouth with a sip of wine, “Pity.”

“Is Ser Jaeyun to participate in tomorrow's celebrations?” Your brother asks, the joust, and the prince shakes his head.

“I would prefer, Your Grace, myself to participate,” His gaze flicks to yours, and an unyielding warmth plants its roots at the bottom of your spine, creeping up the longer his eyes keep you in their sights, “If you would allow it.”

Your brother seems all too pleased at the news, “I see no reason to object. What of you, Princess?”

Sipping the wine in your cups does nothing to ease the nerves of your heart, “By all means.”

He bows once again before a servant guides him to his table, where a visibly excited Prince Sunoo waves him over. The other princes gather at that table, mingling and laughing together.

While you sit at the grand dining table sipping from your cups like it’s life’s water, the dress you were put into squeezing your abdomen uncomfortably.

“I do hope we have enough sheep to keep the dragons fed.” Your brother muses, observing the table of dragonheirs before glancing your way.

“Most of them keep themselves fed,” You dismiss, “We shouldn’t deplete our people’s resources for an event this needless.”

“Your words wound me, sister.” He pouts, quite unbecoming of a Prince Regent.

“Then may you bathe in the salts of Azora.” The bite to your words makes your brother sigh, he startles slightly when you slam your goblet back onto the table beside your plate of picked-at food, “My cup is empty.”

A servant hastens forward to refill it, a shaky apology falling from her lips, which has you regretting your outburst immediately. When she moves to retreat back to her position hovering near the wall so as to not be seen, you grab the pitcher from her hands and say, “I’ll keep this, please.”

The word falling from your lips seems to surprise her, before she panics and bows, “Of course, my princess.”

Riki snickers as the servant hastens away to make herself useful elsewhere, biting his cheek when you hiss, “Shut. Up.”

When you face forward once again, your eyes scanning the room, your gaze is caught in another.

Smoldering flames meet biting frost, and a burning tug travels up your gut and into your throat. It’s pure instinct that tears your gaze away, an attempt to free your body of the dreadful feeling.

It lingers in your chest even as you take a hefty swallow from your cup.

I am dragonfire. You repeat to yourself, a rush in your veins. The wine makes your skin hot, and the corset around your torso only makes catching your breath all the more difficult. The litany does not quell the flames in your chest.

I am dragonfire. I am the flame's heart. I am unburnt and I am the Princess of Eternal Flame.

©heedeungism : do not rewrite, copy, repost, or translate any of my works without my permission.

[mrs-starkgaryen]

And it's Like the Sky is New ☀️🏵

Tangled AU! Aegon x Reader

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My new idea for a fic, stay tuned!

[yourl0calrayy]

Military police AU for my httyd oc Alejandro and his dragon 🐉

[ghost-bxrd]

@shiny-snek here’s the size comparison you asked for! I had to rescale Nightwing and the little dragon a bit because I realized they didn’t match the pictures and what I had in mind. So, thanks for requesting the comparison! Definitely made me aware of some flaws hehehe 💚💚💚