#when Steve’s underwear starts mysteriously disappearing he knows he’s not crazy and there’s a theif in the dormitory

[fizzigigsimmer]

Steve’s got elfin blood. It’s boring. He’s good with plants and animals like him, but even ordinary humans can do that. His bloods not even thick enough to journey to the fae realm without getting a major skin burn from passing through the barrier. He always figured he’d end up with another elfling or maybe a human witch like his mom. In his wilder dreams he thought maybe some kind of nymph. Elves and nymphs get along well together and there’s a long history of cooperation between their clans. He never thought he’d end up with a shifter, and even if he had he’d never have thought even in his wildest dreams that it would be a dragon shifter.

Billy Hargrove is a dragon, and dragons are… they’re a lot. All of those stories about dragons razing cities, horeding treasure, and abducting helpless victims to stash them away in towers, they come from a place. Dragons are extremely powerful and when they go bad it’s bad for everybody. Even the good ones get away with shit just because there’s no easy way to stop something bigger than a house with impenetrable scales. Before Billy came to the academy Steve had never even met a dragon because they’re so preoccupied with accumulating power that they rarely leave the fae realm. Steve was crossing the quad headed for the astrology tower with Tommy when the sky above them darkened, a large shadow passing over the sun. One by one the heads of students and professors had looked up towards the sky to watch as the dragon had descended from the clouds and circled the castle mound, its huge wings churning up a furious wind with every stroke.

It had been difficult to tell with the sun in his eyes, but the dragon was blueish with scales that shimmered with hints of green and gold like the bottom of a stream in summertime. He’s gorgeous, Billy, in both shapes. It’s like he looked into the sun that afternoon and never got it out of his eye.

PART 2