#tribe chief enji todoroki

[emjiroki]

Omegaverse *and* tribal au just the thought has me freaking drooling...... and the world building opportunities that secondary genders could bring in to tribal life like just imagining all the ways it could work is so cool!

Also just like. Enji in leather and jewelry and nothing else... Enji in the firelight under a full moon... Enji with tattoos that celebrate his successes... Enji scooping you up and carrying you to somewhere at least passably private to fuck your brains out....... 🥺😳👉👈

AAAAAAHHHHHH okay yes this has been making me crazy!!!! (Disclaimer the only reason the tribal au headcanons weren't Omegaverse was because a nice anon asked if I could make the headcanons regular, I totally understand that Omegaverse is not for everyone! BUT NOW I HAVE A GREAT EXCUSE TO GO FERAL) sorry it took so long everyone I hope you enjoy

Link to the non a/b/o tribal headcanons

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Your courtship was short, a week at the gathering before you agreed to travel back with him to the mountains and only a month before he publicly proclaimed before his tribe council that he, their Chief, would be taking you as his mate and future bride

Enji knows you're his fated mate from the moment he sees you. He always kind of knew his former omega wasn't it, inspite of the arranged marriage. After she had left back to her home tribe he really thought he'd never find love again, until he met you at one of the large tribe gatherings during the harvest season. Your scent drew him in like a moth to a flame and he knew you were his

He did his best to keep to tradition and not copulate with you until your bonding ceremony, so the foreplay was almost constant. He was barely in the mindset for meetings with his tribe members or any sort of celebrations or other important ceremonies, his mind constantly fixated on stretching you on his fingers and drinking your slick down like ambrosia. Your cries of pleasure were like angels singing in his ears and could be heard very clearly to anyone straying too close to his hut. Unfortunately for them...

The first full moon of the summer season finally came your bonding ceremony, he had discussed his tribal traditions with you before hand to make sure you were comfortable and that you weren't caught off guard due to the nature of the ceremony. The beginning was simple, Enji slaughters a goat for a blood sacrifice in your honor and the Shaman paints the blood across you and Enji’s chest first, across your heart for eternal love and across your face and eyelids to ward off negativity and evil. But the second half of the ceremony after your marital beads are place around your throats is the part he tried to make you comfortable with

The tribe council has to be present for the official bonding and first knotting, to at least see you connected and bonding marks fresh bleeding. It made you a little uneasy at first, but with Enji being as aggressive as he is they all kept their eyes to the floor as he shielded you from their view.

He was delicate as he laid you against the fur bedding, whispering reassurance and promises against your skin as he breached your virgin entrance for the first time. The combination of your scents and smell of your blood staining his cock had him nearly going feral but he kept himself steady so he didn't hurt you. It was the last thing he ever wanted to do. "I love you, so much. Endless as the river my sweet omega" he whispers as he kisses the overwhelmed tears from your cheeks. And you believed him, could feel it through the grip of his fingers laced with yours above your head as he began to move and fuck into your soft body. It took a few minutes to adjust to his size but soon you were calling for more, locking your legs around his waist and pulling him into you until his flushed head was tapping your cervix with every thrust of his hips.

Enji was coming to his end just as soon as he expected, your tightness milking everything from him until he was dizzy with your sweet scent flooding his senses. He was holding back drool as he watched your eyes roll back and your pretty swollen lips part in ecstasy. "A-Alpha I'm-" "Cum for me love, let me feel you so I can give you everything" with a strangled and barely coherent cry you were tensing and squeezing around him so hard it nearly forced him out until one of his strong hands locked your hips into place as he growled deeply and released into your warmth, his knot sealing your entrance to keep his cum inside.

With aftershocks of your orgasms racking our bodies you two sealed the bond, your mating marks red, raw, and prominent against your throats as you tasted each others blood. Everything felt calm and peaceful after the bond was set, the pheremones calming and instincts feeling the rightness of everything settling in. The council was all but forgotten about until the motion of them leaving the hut had Enji snarling and holding you close to his body protectively, your blood staining against his chin and bringing forth the true animal version of his instincts that had your inner omega preening and purring against his strong chest.

After a moment you could hear the tribe cheering from the news of your consumation, the great bonfire starting and soon the smell of roasting meat reached your hut and your growling stomachs. "As soon as the knot releases we can join the celebration if you'd like" he says quietly as he strokes his fingers along your spine in a soothing pattern, your own fingers tracing the tattoos along his chest and arms, his many years of success telling stories across his skin. "I'd like that, but could we spend a bit longer in here together, just us?" You asked, feeling vulnerable after your private moment. "Of course, anything for you" he says with a rumbling purr, nosing against his mating mark, "my beloved mate and soon to be mother of my pups".

If anyone has anymore Tribal au thoughts or requests send them my way because I love this au!!! Doesn't have to be omegaverse btw

[candlecoo]

In the Legend of Izuku au, who are his bending teachers? Are they actual adults or other teens close in age/his friend group? Does anyone travel with him?

team avatar in order

Izuku who is unaware or reluctant to admit that he is the avatar. having lived in total isolation in his home as a sun warrior, however he struggles with his native element of fire and can only call upon it in rage.

Ochako an air bender who has recently obtained her tattoos, she is the granddaughter of Jinora and Kai. Ochako while reluctant at first keeps the realization of Izuku's status as avatar a secret and decides to travel and teach him.

Shoto is a fire bending prodigy but refuses to use his bending at all, only associating it with his father and his father's mad desire for him to be the avatar. he is found by the (at that time) duo after he runs away from home and is kidnapped (by his father's men). Izuku and Ochako save him, and Izuku enlightens him that his fire has nothing to do with his father. he joins them when he discovers that they are heading to the northern water tribe, which is his mother's homeland.

Tenya while ridged in his water bending is an excellent healer. however he wishes to be more like his go with the flow older brother, and occasionally doubts his worth since he struggles with fighting even though he has a strong sense of justice. he agrees to take over Izuku's training for Master Rei and travels with the group.

Rei may appear fragile but is not only a master in healing but also in combat, using her meak demeanor to her advantage. in the water tribe it is stated that those with white hair are bless and/or loved by the moon spirit, but unfortunately for Rei her white hair was the main reason she was once kidnapped and forced to marry Enji Todoroki in his maniac attempt to create the next avatar through superior genetics. after years of abuse, she finally broke down and while she was able to escape that man and return to her homeland, she also scarred her youngest and had to leave her children behind. she regrets not taking them with her to this day.

Aizawa while being a non bender is a master of martial arts and pressure points. he is the second child of the chief and an excellent warrior. he joins the group as a chaperone, because he doesn't trust a bunch of kids to take care of themselves let alone train the avatar.

Kirishima is an eager earth bender who often finds himself in trouble. while he has great technical skill over his bending and can withstand more than most benders, he still has trouble believing in himself, mostly because his lack of being able to perform a bending subset, namely metal bending. however with some convincing agrees to join the avatars group.

[evillesbianvillainarchive]

Some more notes on the bnha lok au

- Nana Shimura takes the place of Aang in the story, defeating the Fire Lord long time before and then helping in the building of Republic City. All Might instead has the role of Tenzin, he’s basically the last airbender - Nana, during her trip to defeat the Fire Lord found him, the last survivor of a tiny group of ai benders who escaped the genocide of his people - is the Avatar’s airbending instructor and spiritual mentor as well as the air nation representative in Republic City’s council.

- Aizawa is the Chief of Police and a metalbender - because,, of the ropes,, also hes totally a cop. In the police force of Republic City there are also Naomasa and Iida - both nonbenders.

- Mic is obviously a pro bender DJ and is married to Aizawa. I still havent decided on Midnight but she’s hot. 

- Todoroki is the Avatar. He’s the son of a Fire Nation nobleman, Enji, and a waterbender from the Northen Tribe, Rei. He got almost no connection to the water tribes, as his father raised him in the Fire Nation and strictly scrutinized his training in the various element. The only strong attachment he has to the water tribe is his sister, Fuyumi, who despite being raised in the Fire Nation alongside with him was granted more freedom than him and who gave him their mother’s necklace before he went off to Republic City.

- Ochako and Inasa are both air acolytes and live in the Air Temple in Republic City. They are non benders when the story begins and eventually become air benders when the gate to the spirit world is opened again. They are great friends and even if Inasa can’t stand Shouto at the beginning - because of a bad experience he had with him and his father a few years before - they eventually get over past enmities and become friends - Ochako was already friendly with Shouto because she is, like, a normal person.

- Momo is a rich non bender whose parents are famous industrialists and - without her knowing it - equalists. She’s Asami but without the embarassing hetero sub plot.

- Bakugou, Kirishima and Mina are the Tiger Sharks, a rising but really strong pro bending team. Bakugou is a fire bender and also a combustion bender, Kirishima is an earth bender and will eventually become a metal bender too, while Mina is a water bender.

- Gran Torino/Sorahiko is an earthbender who travelled along Nana and was her eartbending master, as well as best friend. When republic City was founded he created the police force and was Chief of Police for a short period. After Nana’s death, he became an hermit in the swamp. He’s Toph. In the swamp with him lives Tsuyu too, who is a water bender able to control the plants of the swamp through her bending.

Now let’s get to the interesting part!!

The equalists!

- Stain has the role of Amon in the story, founding the equalist movement piggybacking on the disadvantage a lot of non benders were experiencing especially in Republic City. He is then later outed as a fraud and exhiled.

- But it’s not over!!! Because Izuku Midoriya is a non bender equalist too, who believe in the revolution. “Not all people are born equal, that’s the hard truth i learnt about society at the age four.” Izuku experienced the disadvantage of being a non bender on his own skin and therefore embraced the equalist’s ideology and Amon’s figure, becoming lieutenant quickly and at a young age. He’s a master of melee and armed combat and chi blocking combat. After learning the truth about Stain he was devastated at first, but quickly recovered, ran away from the cops and decided he had to take the equalist movement in his hands, becoming the second leader of the equalists.

- Also he finally teaches the Avatar that he cannot mantain balance by protecting the rich, the powerful and the status quo.

[realm-of-dragons]

Staff App - Hawks

Played by Admin Grimm

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IC:

Name: Takami Keigo AKA “Hawks”

Age: 27

Gender ID / pronouns: Trans Male, He/Him

OTPs, BroTPs, or NoTPS?: EndHawks baby… As far as BroTPs go I’m down for basically anything- I’m hoping for friendship between him and Rumi, but ultimately will be up for whatever has good chemistry/history in the setting of the group.

Race: Skyfolk

Appearance: Hawks is of average height and has a narrow but athletic build. Despite his small size, he holds a great deal of muscle packed into his form, and could probably crush a skull between his thighs if he wanted. He has large, terra cotta colored wings, although he mostly keeps them folded against his back nowadays. His hair is long, messy, and blond, but typically tied back into a braid. 

Role: Prince Consort of the Elves, Elven Ambassador to the Skyfolk, Former Skyfolk Chieftain, and Royal Pain in the Ass.

Skills:

Hawks was once one of the fastest and most acrobatic flyers in his tribe; he still retains some of these skills, although he is limited by his injured shoulder.

Hawks can use both a sword and a bow with deadly accuracy mid flight, and has hunted all sorts of animals to feed his people.

When it comes to grounded combat, however, he is average at best with a blade. He’s still learning to compensate for his newfound lacking mobility.

He is excellent at reading others, a skill which helped him serve as chief, and is dedicated to helping others - it should be noted, however, that his communication skills are solely diplomatic. When it comes to his own personal thoughts and feelings he is garbage at communicating.

Backstory:

( i. )

There exists a species of bird which possesses exceptionally colorful tail feathers. It’s just a pheasant and it struggles to fly, spending most of its days grounded. It poses little threat, but it’s feathers are bright and vibrant and serve as a warning to would-be-predators. ‘Danger,’ they say, and though a bluff, they are quite effective. For the most part, the birds are left alone.

Sometimes(all the time), you’re that bird.

So maybe your feathers are dull, and your wings are average size at best, and you’re nothing particularly special to look at - But that’s not the point.

You’re just like that bird, because all you have to do is flash a vibrant and energized smile, and suddenly you’re the picture perfect representation of what your peers should aspire to be. Never mind your struggles, your anguish, or your pain. Never mind your lost childhood, your missing parents, and your failure at making friends. None of that matters in the slightest. You’re not angry. You’re not upset. You’re not in despair. 

You smile and wave and suddenly, you’re not just some orphaned, washed out, failure of a replacement chief - suddenly, you’re a warrior. A leader. Determined. Hard working. The child prodigy who took over an entire tribe at fourteen. A man who never lets anything drag him down.

It’s better this way.

( ii. )

There’s a species of bird which is preyed upon by anything and everything in its environment. It lives in constant stress and fear of being caught out, torn apart, and eaten - or, it probably would, if it possessed the same sentience as people. It’s small, fluffy, and even as an adult, appears to be newly hatched. It spends most of its life seeking out small bugs and seeds. It hides, in hopes that a predator of its own predator will grant it just a few moments longer.

Sometimes(just today), you’re that bird.

You’ve grown into your role now, more than you thought you might - and maybe the discomfort and the emotional volatility doesn’t really go away, but you’re good at hiding it, and you think that’s good enough.

But you’re just like that bird, helpless in your own environment.

You’ve heard of dragons. You’re not stupid, you know what they are. A dragon took your parents and injured countless others, naturally you’ve been educated. But education and preparation are two very different states of being, and you’re not sure any amount of knowledge could have possibly prepared you. 

You’re meeting with the other elders about something or another. You don’t really remember, after, and it’s probably not important, anyway - the sudden roar and burst of wind warns you too late to completely dodge the claws lunging your direction. 

Dragon.

The aftermath is chaotic; since you’re injured, you’re responsible for leading the evacuation, not for fighting. Every part of your body aches with discontent at running away, but there’d be no point in forcing yourself into combat. It would be stupid, and no matter how chaotic your thoughts might be, you’re not suicidal. So you obey, you lead your people to safety, and you watch as another fells the beast.

After, all you can think about is that you didn’t do anything. But it matters little. The beast is gone. You’re alive. You let a healer see to your injuries.

( iii. )

Today, you’re a fledgling bird about to leave the nest for the first time.

It doesn’t matter that you’ve already learned to fly, that you’re a leader and a warrior, or that you’re more adult than any of your peers will ever be- Today, you leave.

There’s a tradition amongst your people that all must go through before becoming chief - you skipped that, before, because your predecessor expired prematurely and your tribe was desperate for leadership. You had big shoes to fill, and you filled them as needed, but now, it’s time to move on. The dragon plaguing your people is dead, and though you still loathe your lack of involvement in the affair, you’re doing your best to move on with life. That means following tradition. 

It is custom for would-be-chieftains to travel for one year in solitude, surviving entirely off the land and the world around them. When they return, they are given a new title befitting of a leader, and they are welcomed with open arms back into their family.

You don’t really need to do that, all of your tribesmen already accept you as their undisputed leader, but you feel utterly useless when you remember how quickly the dragon struck you down. So you make a decision, and you place someone else in charge as interim leader as you prepare yourself for a long journey.

The thing about fledgling birds, though, is that they very rarely return to their nest of origin. You intend to return, so maybe you’re not like a fledgling at all- 

When you take flight, you feel dread seep into your bones. You keep flying, but you don’t look back, for fear that any glance home may be your last. 

( iv. )

You process the sound, first. Then there’s light, followed by pain, followed by delirium and the sensation of falling. You hit several tree branches as you descend - you know, because you feel the leaves and twigs rake against your flesh - but it’s difficult to determine how many. You hit the ground hard, pain exploding through your young body, and think to yourself, ‘this is it. This is death.’

Then, there’s void.

But you don’t die.

You drift in and out of consciousness for several weeks before you do finally wake. Your surroundings are unfamiliar, full of soft fabrics and lush plant life. You’re… In what appears to be a bed - you think - you know that humans and Elves keep different bedding from your own race, but you’ve never seen one quite like this. It’s soft and much larger than you’re used to, and it seems reflective of wealth and status. 

Pulling yourself into a sitting position takes incredible effort, and you realize with great disdain that your wings are injured. You manage, though, and find yourself looking up at a large Elven man.

So, here’s the state of things: You were struck by lightning. You’re recovering with the Elves, in the king’s guest chambers. This man is the Elven king himself. You’re making good progress. But.

And there’s always a but.

You might never fly again.

It’s… A lot to process. And even in the following weeks, as you regain your strength and begin moving about and exploring your new surroundings, you still struggle to wrap your head around it. Flying has been second nature to you. Instinctual. Another part of your existence as a Skyfolk. You can’t fathom a life without it.

You’re a caged, flightless bird, right now. Enji is nice. Extremely nice. Nicer than he really ought to be, all things considered. You refuse to call him King Todoroki because you like pushing his buttons, and secretly, you think he likes it too. But… There’s still something missing. This isn’t right. You need to finish your journey and return home, but you can’t do that without your flight. No matter how accommodating Enji is, it still doesn’t change the fact that you’re lounging around a golden cage and you really do not belong here.

So when your wings are deemed as healed up as they’ll ever be, you start sneaking out. You can’t get off the ground. Not yet. But you hope with enough practice, someday you’ll soar once again.

( v. )

You’re a hawk, now.

You don’t believe it, personally. Hawks are fierce, powerful, and incredible flyers - you’re weak, emotional, and barely able to slip off the ground on a good day. But Enji insists you’re a hawk, and you can’t bring yourself to argue, because nobody has ever seen your real persona before and thought so highly of it. 

Maybe that’s the nature of your relationship, though. It’s difficult to tell. 

You’re a fighter. You keep trying no matter how many times you fall, because you hate the idea of remaining grounded. Enji is there to catch you, to patch up your scrapes and bruises, and offer encouragement in how own unique way. And finally, when you do manage to take off and soar above the trees, you feel alive. This is what you were missing. 

This is who you are.

But.

You wouldn’t be here without Enji. You’d be dead, or worse - and you’re grateful, you really are, but you don’t know how to ever repay him. Soon you’ll be stable enough to continue with your life, and you’ll need to leave and go home. Enji can’t go with you. He has a kingdom to run, and you’ve accepted that. You tell yourself it’s what’s right. That it was inevitable and this is the way things are meant to be.

But. 

In the months you’ve been with the Elves, you’ve learned their culture and their customs. Maybe you don’t really fit in, but you enjoy their way of life, and you love the people you’ve met. Back home, you had friends and family, sure, but there was so much pressure - For the first time in your entire life, you feel free. Freedom is terrifying. Powerful. You crave it.

You reach a crossroads. Go home and face your responsibilities or stay and learn to enjoy your life. It’s not an easy decision to make - there was so much resting on your shoulders, and maybe there still is, because you’re expected to return, sooner or later.

But.

You’re a hawk. You’re fierce, determined, and you follow your heart. 

So you stay.

Extras:

Hawks can still fly, but he reaches his limit much faster due to his previous injury. He chooses to just walk most places instead, keeping his wings tucked against his back when he’s in motion to better balance the weight. 

He is a little spoon at heart, but tends to be a big spoon in practice due to his absurdly large wings. He has to sleep on his stomach or his side to get comfortable.

Hawks loves fried foods, particularly fried birds; he’s been told this could be interpreted as cannibalistic, but refuses to stop eating meat anytime soon.

Keigo was his birth name, and although he is trans, he does not find discomfort with it because of dysphoria; it’s a remnant of his parents, and Skyfolk gender is wonky anyway.

In spite of that, Hawks only allows his former tribesmen to call him Keigo; he much prefers to be called Hawks.

Writing sample:

Keigo’s been in a weird sort of state lately. The injuries haven’t exactly helped his energy levels, sure, but given he’s mostly recovered, he should be able to get out of his bed and wander. And still, he’s skipping meals. Choosing to lay around. A stranger might consider him lazy. Enji doesn’t berate him for the behavior, and Keigo considers that a miracle. He doesn’t know if he could handle judgement over this melancholy. Not like he can control it, anyhow. 

So they spend the days talking. Sometimes Enji reads to him. Keigo had never imagined how deep and rich the Elven culture is - he’d heard some things, in passing. The Elves were mostly isolated, before, so whatever he had heard was mostly secondhand, and, as Keigo is now learning, incorrect.

They’re sitting in bed, Keigo pressed firmly against Enji’s side. He’s been told that Elves don’t ordinarily allow this type of contact, but Keigo’s never been pushed away, and it’s one of the few things that keeps him grounded. Enji sets aside the scroll he’d been reading from and gently runs a hand over Keigo’s feathers.

“I’ve told you much about my people, but I’ve not heard much of yours.” 

Keigo stiffens. “I didn’t think you’d want to learn about them.”

“I do. I don’t even know why you ended up so far from them.” 

Well, that’s fair. Keigo supposes that, at the very least, he owes an explanation. That much information is hardly a concealed secret, just… Emotional? No. That’s not the right word, but he doesn’t have any better way to describe it. He shrugs. “It’s tradition for future chieftains to travel for a year, prior to taking charge. A right of passage, you know. When they return home, they take a new name, and are given the honor of leading.” He smiles softly as he speaks, the familiarity giving him some small comfort in this bittersweet reality.

Enji frowns. “You were to be chief, then?”

“Oh, yes. I was. I won’t be, now. I can’t fly.” As if to prove his point, Keigo attempts to move his left wing, the one that took the brunt of the lightning strike. It barely twitches.

“You still could. My healers don’t know much of your anatomy, your wings might still recover.”

Keigo really, truly wants to believe him, but he’s sick and tired of getting his hopes up. He’s probably not going to regain his flight. There’s no point fixating on a fantasy. Not when it only brings disappointment. He leans closer, nuzzling his face into the crook of Enji’s neck. “Please don’t… I can’t...”

“Keigo.” Enji’s voice is strong, firm, and determined. Keigo bites at his lip, muscles tensing. “You’re strong. You want to recover, and you will.” Then, after a pause, he asks, “you’re given new names when you return, as a sign of strength?”

Hesitantly, Keigo nods. “Yeah…” 

“Then allow me to give you one now. You’re a fighter. You’ve shown me that much with your… Fiery attitude.” 

Oh, that’s one way to phrase it.

After a nod, Enji continues. “You’re a bird of prey, fierce. Powerful. Agile, fast, cunning, and a bit of an ass sometimes, even when you’re still recovering. But you’re a creature to be revered and awed. Like a swarm of hawks.”

“Hawks…” Keigo says, the name foreign on his tongue. “My name is… Hawks.” 

Maybe, just maybe, he can get used to it, in time.

[tokyoteddywolf]

My Dragon Academia, Chapter 1: Yuuei

A skinny boy with wild, black and green tinted hair mumbled to himself as he walked along the path through the forest, scribbling furiously in his notebook as he hurried along to his village.

He tripped over a rock, falling flat on his face with a startled yelp and a thud as he hit the ground. Grumbling, he sat up and rubbed at the new bruise surely forming over his freckled nose.

“Welcome to Yuuei, a village just south of freezing to death and a little west from certain doom. Located solidly on the Meridian of Misery.” He muttered, brushing snow off of his jacket before carefully inspecting his notebook, satisfied that it hadn’t gotten wet.

He slipped into the village, eyes scanning over the various activities going on around him. “Most people have a symbiotic relationship with say, sheep or birds, but not us Vikings. We’ve got-”

His quiet rambling was cut off by a massive roar and the whoosh of air as a streamlined, black, red and orange dragon flew by, a spiky red and black dragon following close behind as well as another in yellow and dark gray. The rider on the tri-colored dragon was cackling and whooping loudly, confident in his certain victory.

“Dragons.” The boy breathed out, awed. He quickly followed after the trio, more dragons flying after them in an obvious race. He was so busy writing down more notes that he was taken by surprise when someone grabbed him by the back of his hood and pulled him back.

“Woah woah woah, who let Dragonless Deku out? Go back inside, brat! Make something useful instead of doodling in that diary of yours.” Ah, Enji Todoroki, the Endless Endeavor. Chief of the tribe and the strongest dragon rider to ever live, so it was said.

“My name’s Izuku, Chief…” The youth stammered, sweating nervously under the Chief’s glare. He was roughly put down and shoved in the direction of his house.

“Whatever, brat. Go help your mother or something.” The Chief sneered before heading off to his own dragon nearby, a nasty, bulky thing with a habit of setting itself on fire. It seemed to glare at Izuku mockingly before taking off, rider in tow upon its back.

Izuku sighed, painfully reminded of his failure as a Viking as he hurried to his house and the forge behind it, quickly remembering his newest invention and regaining his enthusiasm once more.

A soft chirruping noise interrupted his thoughts and he glanced up at the rafters to his house. “Hey Green! Is Mom out working in the bakery or something?” He asked the slim green reptile, smiling.

Green purred and dropped down, sidling up to him and nudging his hand for head pats. “Okay, how about you help me in the forge today while Mom’s busy? I could use the firepower, since, you know…” He trailed off, frowning as he absently rubbed behind the smaller dragon’s horn.

Green chirped and head butted his side lightly, pulling him from his thoughts. “Oh. Yeah. Right, sorry Green.” Izuku muttered, already moving to exit the back of the house and heading for his little forge.

A few hours in the forge should clear his head, hopefully. He eyed his blueprints, checking and double checking before building, Green keeping the forge well lit and using her ability to pull the objects he needed to his hand.

“There! All finished!” Izuku exclaimed cheerfully, wiping his hands clean from grease. Green growled curiously and poked the strange contraption with a clawed wing, jumping back with a strangled screech as the thing hurled a net out of nowhere and smashed into the wall.

Izuku flinched. “Yeah, okay, maybe some adjustments to the sensitivity and trajectory…” He sighed, already moving to fix the problem.

It was barely noon when the ruckus started, seemingly out of nowhere.

“Rogue dragons! The rogue dragons are back!” Bells clanged and dragons roared, startling Izuku from his work.

“Good. Not a moment too soon. Green, you go find Mom, no doubt she’s gonna need you. I’m gonna test this baby out.” Izuku ordered his Mom’s dragon, before turning to pick up the heavy catapult.

Green shot him a doubtful look at his back, but took off to find her rider anyways. Humans. ——————————— // okay, next chapter we get some more answers about the story and some action!

Green is Inko’s bonded dragon, not Izuku’s by the way. Green does her best to keep an eye on her bonded’s hatchling, though the sneaky little thing always seems to get into trouble without warning.

This is fun to write, I hope I can finish it!

Edit- Chapter 2 is up! https://tokyoteddywolf.tumblr.com/post/162022875273/my-dragon-academia-chapter-2-dragonless