Hi! I have a funny lil question for you. Did you ever end up continuing your AO3 story “To The Victor Goes The Spoils”? If you didn’t, do you ever plan to? I know it’s literally almost been ten years LOL but it’s SO good so I had to ask lol. If no to that too, could you at least share how you think it would’ve ended? So my imagination can be sated haha. Thanks :)
oh mannnnn, how did I forget to go back for Viktor and his dragon and write them a part three?? hOW, self???? I LOVE that story, it's just been so long. Though I think it's only been four or five years, I haven't QUITE managed to pull another "yes it's been roughly a decade since this fic updated, now have 20k of complicated feelings about abuse and trauma and codependency via an ATLA/Animorphs fusion fic".
( . . . yet. 👀 )
I haven't written another installment/sequel for it, alas, but I DID have designs on doing one more update, and I do have a lil' bit of it started. So like, for that reason I'd prefer not to share exactly what I was planning for it in the hopes that I'll eventually get my brain to go back to it.
Buuuuut since you're asking and I'm easily influenced, lemme toss up the first scene behind a cut for you in offering to your imagination and thanks for your interest, haha.
( also, gonna include a link to the original human/dragon fantasy omegaverse story, for anyone who's currently reading this post and wondering which of the two HUNDRED things I've got on AO3 we're actually talking about right now, haha )
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My treasure, the dragon rumbled. Viktor didn’t look up from weeding the garden. He was dealing with a particularly stubborn taproot.
“What is it?” he asked distractedly.
I have learned things, the dragon said, leaning into his line of sight. Viktor eyed them, then ripped out the taproot.
“I still haven’t forgiven you, you realize,” he said as he tossed the root aside with the other weeds.
You ASKED to be bred, the dragon grumbled sullenly.
“You don’t even know if it’ll have claws,” Viktor said.
All dragons have claws, the dragon said.
“And that seemed like a good idea to you?!” Viktor demanded. “That seemed like it would work out?!”
You ASKED, the dragon repeated, visibly put-out.
“So you just did it without thinking and now we don’t know what’s going to happen,” Viktor said.
I know what will happen, the dragon said. There will be a hatchling.
“But what kind of hatchling?” Viktor said. “Will I even be able to carry it?”
Yes, the dragon said. If you wish to.
“It wasn’t a wish,” Viktor said, ignoring the way that thought made his heart clench. He’d been stupid with lust and heat and the dragon had fucked him so overwhelmingly and he’d just . . .
It hadn’t been a wish.
I know what a wish sounds like, my Victor, the dragon said. Viktor bristled.
“And I know when I’m making one!” he snapped at them, getting to his feet and abandoning the weeding. The damn weeding could wait. This was at least the fourth fight they’d had since he’d realized what the dragon had done, and he didn’t want to have it. He didn’t want to fight at all.
It was just hard not to, under the circumstances.
He just wasn’t this kind of omega.
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