Having an actual Fatemaker thirsting for the Dragon Lord must feel so weird to Valentine and Frett. (I'm convinced Tina wouldn't be surprised - she designed him to be as awesome and desirable as possible. Plus, if you choose not to flirt in the non-violence quest, she complains that she's putting tall glasses of water everywhere but no one's drinking)
Like it's the final decision and the Dragon Lord pulls down his collar and encourages you to go ahead and kill him and the Fatemaker just stares and "I have never wanted to lick a lizard's neck before today and yet you will probably not allow me to act on these urges, will you?"
"wait what, Newbie what did your character say"
"I uhhhh...."
Just imagine Dragon Lord trying to joke about it later like "Are you trying to seduce me, Fatemaker?" And they just break down sobbing bc YES they're trying SO HARD why isn't it WORKING?!? DL has no idea how to respond, this weird almost flirty banter is just what he does as the villain, he's never had a Fatemaker actually respond to it before.
Summary: After a long day the fatemaker settles down in the Chaos Chamber and remembers their time not only in the Wonderlands, but their time with a man they once thought their enemy.
Warnings: Spoilers for Tiny Tina's Wonderlands, Mentions of death/dying, fluff?, idiots in love(kinda), not proof/beta read
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You sat at the top of the stairs that led into a long hallway, bordered off by enforced heavy doors that kept the Chaos Chamber locked off from the rest of the world. The rainbow carpet under you cut off just beyond the bottom of the stairs, ending just before the round platform in the center of the room at the bottom of the stairs. Around that podium were statues of you and the other fate makers who came before you.
Your statue was in the center, of the round lineup. It was made of gold and glittered in the low light of the room, your statue was posed nobly. Queen Buttstallion said the people would see your statues for years to come and had explained why the pose and material of your statue were so important. As the fatemaker, you brought people hope and gave them a reason to believe in a better and brighter future...
You had come to these lands to help people, to save those who needed saving. You helped start revolutions, saved actual lives, fought monsters and beasts, and even defeated the infamous Dragon Lord.
You had done what no other fatemaker before you could.
And all it got you was stuck with more tasks, ungrateful citizens who thought of you just as a working mule; and an uncomfortable, thin, and torn bed that had springs digging into your body each time you laid down to go asleep after a long day.
And what made it worse on top of all of that, not a single person or creature cared for your actual name. They all made it clear to you that you did not matter, only what you could provide. After all, you were nothing more than their-
"Fatemaker."
You blinked up at the towering dragon humanoid. He had incredible human-like features but was undeniably part dragon. His glowing blue eyes contrasted his warm gray skin tone. His sharp features were enhanced and highlighted by his sharp, pointed armor, each piece of fabric no matter how soft it felt against your fingers was lined with gold, which was often pointed and sharp along the ends. The horns at the top of his head reached for the sky, bending away from his head at the base, curving back in, then back out at the pointed ends. His wings were currently under his cloak, he had no reason to use them down in the chaos chamber.
The dragon lord still had 199 years to go to serve his sentence. You had prepared, battled, and trained to finally defeat this threat and now it felt almost... cruel.
The Dragon Lord had tried to get you to see his point, to join him. He had tried to get you to see the wonderlands for what it really was, a world controlled by higher, larger, beings that took all your free will and choice and gave it to a set of dice that decided whether or not that decision would be the best or worst thing that could happen to you. The larger entities thought of you as a character in a game, the dragon lord had shown you this and wanted your help to bring the Wonderlands free will.
True free will.
And you had helped lock him away with a sentence of 200 years.
"Yeah, big guy?"
Over the past year, your relationship had grown and changed. You're not sure if it was for better or worse, but you grew comfortable with the Dragonlord. In the beginning, there had been tension, you had locked him away, and he would send you into the chaos trials while handing you curses along the way and making you choose between bad and worse ones. Tensions were high and you both almost tiptoed around one another. You would go into the Chaos trial with only one or two words exchanged.
But the more time you spent together, about three months after the Dragonlord had been imprisoned, your relationship began to really flourish. You had stumbled out of the chaos trial, clutching your bloody side. You were too delirious and out of it to draw your healing spell, or even your summoning spell to bandage yourself up. Just as your eyes found the medical buy station, you fell off the platform in the center of the room where the portal into and out of the trials appeared. Your head crashed against the end of the rainbow carpet.
The dragon lord had gone to tease you before realizing you were actually injured. He hesitated for only a moment before lifting your unconscious form in his arms, close to his chest. He carried you to the medical station and patched you up with health potions and you awoke to find yourself in the dragon lord's lap as he tried his best to wrap bandages around your injuries.
Your relationship had shifted, you got to once again see the charismatic side of the dragon lord. He teased and taunted you before and after you entered the trial, he'd offer you tips when he handed you cursed crystals, before wishing you the best of luck. And while you fought wave after wave of enemies, he playfully taunted you and encouraged you to keep fighting. When you came back to the chaos chamber victorious, he would congratulate you and sit with you as you cleared your inventory, tested new weapons, and bandaged yourself up.
He would sit with you as you read through new spell books and practiced perfecting them, he even taught you a few that he promised you'd never find in one of Buttstallion's books. In return, you brought stuff from the outside world he had either mentioned missing or had talked about in one of his many stories with a fond look in his glowing blue eyes.
He'd never outright thank you, but his appreciation and gratitude were shown through his actions which was more than you could say for the people outside these walls.
"When's the last time you took a break?" His deep, gravelly voice cut through your thoughts. It had been a year now since he had been locked away, and while you both were considerably closer, he was still reluctant to admit when he was actually worried about you.
You wondered if he was concerned because in your fight against Dry'l one of the coiled women had shoved you with their shield when you were distracted with another. You had landed in the deep water, and despite your many, many skills you couldn't actually swim. You had often joked with the dragon lord that he should have just pushed you into the ocean if he wanted to truly defeat you.
He knew your fear of the water, your fear of drowning. You hated how embarrassed you felt, you hadn't failed a boss fight in so long but because you had been distracted, you failed in the most embarrassing way. The dragon lord had to pull you from the trials and covered you in his cloak, before holding and trying his best to comfort you while you panicked.
Your hair was still soaked and you sat at the top of the stairs, that led down a long hall to the rest of the world, drying off your socks and wringing out your top of excess water. Your undershirt was still wet, but you refused to remove it in front of the dragon-man who had won your affections.
You blinked at his question before returning your attention to the shirt you were wringing out.
"Probably the last time someone called me my actual name." You joked lightly... Well, half-joked. You hadn't taken a real break almost throughout the year after locking away the dragon lord. And no one had called you your name since you walked into the snoring valley. "But what can you do about it, you know? I'm the fatemaker. It's kinda my job to fix everything."
"It would be hard to fix much of anything when you exhaust yourself to death... You could've died in the trials today. That would've been it. The very end of your story."
"And then another fatemaker would rise up and take my place when the next big bad villain arises." You shrugged before letting your top roll out so you could test how wet it still was. " That's just how-"
"I don't want another fatemaker," The dragon lord cut in, "I just want you."
You blinked in response, lowering your slightly dryer top to meet the Dragon Lord's gaze.
"Since you're apparently incredibly slow on the uptake, I'll just say it. You're the only fatemaker I've asked to join me. You're the only fatemaker I offered my neck to, even when I thought you were going to kill me. You're the only fatemaker who I've patched up. You're the only fatemaker I've felt anything like this before."
"Anything like... Like?"
"Like... Like butterflies in my gut each time you walk through those doors. Like a part of me is missing each time you leave. I feel like vomiting I'm so nervous each time you enter the trials, each time you take the worse curse just to get more gems. Like I could set the world on fire each time you tell me about some amazing person you met when you're outside. Like I have the whole world in my arms when you let me patch your wounds. Like I want to know things nobody else knows about you. Like I want to spend eternity with you by my side. Like I could listen to you talk about nothing for hours because it makes you happy... Like if you're happy, then everything is alright with the world."
You forgot the wet shirt clutched in your hand as you left it on the rainbow carpet and stared at the dragon lord, blinking slowly, "You- you want me?"
"I thought I had made it fairly obvious throughout our time together. Long before Buttstallion sentenced me. Even now."
The dragon lord watched you as if waiting for some sort of horrible reaction.
...
You told him your name.
"What?" the dragon lord questioned. His head tilted slightly and his brows wrinkled curiously.
You repeated your full name and then clarified, "You said you wanted to know something no one else did. No one else really knows me besides anything but fatemaker."
He blinked before smiling, showing off his pointed fangs, he repeated your name to himself, testing it on his forked tongue before his glowing blue eyes settled on you again, "I like it."
"I like you," You admitted, standing up and taking a few steps down the rainbow carpeted stairs so that you were eye level with the dragon-humanoid.
"Really?" He seemed unsure about your admission, "You don't have to-"
You gently took both his large hands, and while they dwarfed your own, you offered a loving smile, "I told already, didn't I? Fate brought us together... I'm more than happy I met you, more than happy I get to know you. More than happy I get to spend my time with you like this."
He glanced down at his hands entwined with yours before meeting your gaze again, "I like you too."
The dragon lord carefully moved his head toward your own, giving you the time to pull away.
You didn't.
he pressed his forehead to yours, his glowing blue eyes fell shut as his nose brushed against your own. His hands carefully released your own to grip your hips and pull you closer. Your hands, now empty, found placement on the back of his neck, under his hood, and on his chest, just above his heart. Your own eyes fluttered shut as the tips of his fangs brushed against your bottom lip,
"I'm going to kiss you now..."
You wanted to whine, to beg him to just do it already, but instead, you pressed forward and kissed him.
One of his large hands found the back of your head and pulled you even closer. He was careful not to harm you with his sharpened claws. His prosthetic hand gripped your waist like he was afraid to let you go like he was afraid this was a dream and if he let go, he'd wake up. You gripped his cloak and pulled him even closer if it was possible.
His fangs scraped your lips as he kissed you as if his life depended on it. There was a sloppiness to it as if he had never kissed anyone like this as if he had never allowed either himself or anyone else to reach this point with him. And yet, it was one of the best kisses you'd ever had.
When you both pulled away, you smiled lovingly up at him, "Was that your first kiss?"
"Was it bad?"
"Not at all," You answered honestly, "The best kiss I've ever had."
The dragon lord smiled lovingly before muttering your name again, "Can I kiss you again?"
"Please."
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