I have made this blog to keep all my writing related stuff in one place.
My main focus is currently on a multi-chaptered Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfiction, called The Dragonrider. It is a Seto Kaiba x OC type of story with lots of fantasy elements, slow burn romance, and many, many dragons.
Please be warned that, although most of the story is appropriate for teens (and up), it contains mature themes as well.
Also, please note that I'm writing the original version of the story in my native language, Hungarian. In the English version there might be grammatical errors and other mistakes. Pointing them out is appreciated, so I can learn from them!
Currently working on: writing: chapter 27 / translating: chapter 18
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The Dragonrider [Seto Kaiba x OC fanfiction] - Chapter 19: The Second Chance
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Since her plan has failed, Nyra tries to persuade the now-awake Seto to accept her gift. Later, Seto is in a meeting with an old acquaintance who offers him something he can't refuse.
“A gift,” Seto echoed at last. “I can't begin to imagine what kind of gift requires you to sneak into my room at the crack of dawn and startle me awake.”
“I didn't mean to wake you,” Nyra confessed, trying once more to pull her hand away. “I was hoping you would sleep through the whole thing.”
“Even better.”
I want to share the newest commission (credits to the amazing @ Naomi Sunny) for my fanfic, The Dragonrider.
This is an actual scene from a future chapter that takes place during the summer festival of the white dragons. It is based on the Scandinavian 'Midsommar', where people make bonfires and wear flower crowns as they celebrate the beginning of summer. As it's very close to the summer solstice, if you are far north enough, you can witness the midnight sun, when the sun doesn't set all night (it's actually very early in the morning, when Seto and Nyra lie down in the grass).
When I wrote this part, I was convinced that wearing all-white was mandatory, but apparently it's not. Still, my white dragons (and Seto) are wearing white attire to indicate the color of their scales, and since white is also the color of purity, they wear it as a symbol that they are free from winter's darkness and evil spirits.
There is a small scene I wrote for this moment, you can check it out HERE
The Dragonrider [Seto Kaiba x OC fanfiction] - Chapter 18: Nyra's Gift
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: During a quiet day at the Kaiba Manor, Nyra finds the perfect solution for her plan to bestow a sacred dragon ritual upon the stubborn CEO, thanks to the least unlikely person: a chatty housekeeper. Meanwhile, she also receives an unexpected gift from Seto.
And even if he never did, even if Seto came to hate her, it would not be enough to deter her. She wanted to help him. To give him something special that might also bring Mokuba some peace for a while. Therefore, it seemed only logical to do it in his sleep, hoping Seto wouldn't even wake up to it.
But would she really be able to do it?
Would it cause Seto pain?
What if she failed?
A sneak peek snippet from The Dragonrider - Chapter 27 🩵🤍
As a little celebration of June 7th, when the events of The Dragonrider begin, I decided to share a sneak peek from the part I'm currently writing in Hungarian. It's Chapter 27 (currently titled 'Too Close'), so 10 chapters ahead of the most recently posted one.
I tried to pick a scene that shows some progress in Seto's and Nyra's relationship without giving away too many spoilers. For context, our dragoness broke into KaibaCorp solely because she wanted to talk to the CEO. It took her an entire chapter, but finally, she made it to the office of Seto Kaiba.
content warning: implied child abuse (only one brief mention at the beginning), minor spoilers regarding The Dragonrider
Read the snippet below the cut!
Seto downed his water in a single gulp, while Nyra barely made it halfway through her glass. She was far too occupied with studying the CEO.
As he was still wearing the fitted, sleeveless black shirt, standing semi-turned away from her, she noticed something she had never seen before. On his right upper arm, just above his elbow, an unusual, almost perfectly circular scar marred his fair skin, resembling a burn mark.
How did he get it? During another dangerous test, perhaps? Or maybe in a duel?
“Are you finally going to tell me what was so important that it couldn’t wait until the evening?” Seto’s baritone pulled her from her reverie for the second time in the span of a few minutes. He set the empty glass down on a coaster and leaned against his desk with his arms crossed.
Nyra lowered her gaze to the water in her hand. After everything she had gone through to make it here, the office of the KaibaCorp president, to stand face to face with him, this whole thing didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore.
“I came because of our phone call from this morning,” she began slowly. “So much has happened over the past few days. And I... I think it’s important for my mission that we clear a few things up.”
“I see you’ve dug your heels in,” Seto huffed. His gaze was almost challenging as he sized her up. “Very well. Let’s talk. Mokuba told me he had to stop you from leaving the estate yesterday. If I remember correctly, that was the third condition of our agreement. That you stay at my house. Yet you were prepared to break it.”
Nyra felt heat rush to her face and lowered her head even further.
“I just... I was really angry with you. Your stupid conditions didn't even cross my mind.”
Seto raised an eyebrow at that, and lowered his arms before taking a step toward her.
“I hope you realize you're not any better than me.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” the dragon girl asked, lifting her head with a sense of unease.
“You are stubborn and defiant. You don’t give a damn about anything that might stand in the way of your goals.”
“That’s not true!” Nyra protested, already feeling her cool beginning to slip. She couldn't let Seto provoke her on purpose this time.
“Is that so? I think the security system on the twenty-second floor would disagree.”
The girl could only gape at him.
“See? You can’t even deny it,” Seto continued mercilessly. “That’s exactly why you took me to your world, even though as a mortal, I can’t set foot there without an alliance. You wanted to prove to your Order, to me, but most of all to yourself, what a capable emissary you are. Am I wrong?”
Nyra sensed she was already losing, so she opened her mouth to defend herself. He didn’t give her the chance.
“You've done everything in your power to make me your rider, yet you were willing to abandon your mission simply because you were angry with me. Then you decided you wanted to talk to me, presumably because you couldn't get past those feelings — such as attraction — that are apparently incomprehensible to a dragon. And no matter how many times I push you away or brush you off, no matter how many obstacles my company throws in your path, here you are, standing before me in my office. Tell me, Nyra, after all that, what exactly am I supposed to think of you?”
“I told you, I got confused,” she muttered miserably, setting down her glass as well. “Every day I have spent with you has changed something in me. I... I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to give up on the mission. Damn it, you made everything so confusing!”
“Me?” Seto's eyes widened in disbelief as he pointed a finger at his own chest. “It would take a miracle for anyone to figure you out, but somehow I’m the one who confused you?” Then, without warning, he smiled. “Though your persistence is admirable, dragon, I'll give you that.”
Nyra fell silent. She felt like a hunted prey that had willingly run straight into a predator's claws, only to realize far too late what a fatal mistake she had made.
“Why didn't you send me away yesterday?” she asked in a low voice.
“What?”
“I may be just a foolish dragon, but I understood perfectly well that my presence bothers you. So why didn't you send me away? You don't want me to leave, but you don't want me near you either?”
Seto's features tensed, and he took another step towards her. When only a single pace separated them, he reached out and gently tilted her chin upward with his fingertips so he could look into her eyes. To Nyra’s greatest astonishment, there was not a trace of the biting mockery she was used to seeing in those azure eyes. His gaze was deep and intense, his pupils dilated, his lips parted slightly as his eyes drifted down to her mouth. He didn’t need to say a single word for Nyra to understand the answer.
In hindsight, everything he had hurled at her the previous afternoon had led back to this, and the realization took her breath away.
“Because you're attracted to me too... aren't you?”
🎥 Pick a fic and I'll tell you the song I imagine playing during its movie trailer. Fic: The Dragonrider
Aaw thanks for the asks, I hope you have a wonderful day! 🩵
💖 Which of your fics is your pride and joy?
The Dragonrider and One Minute.
I mean, obviously the fic I'm the most invested in currently is my pride and joy, but I really feel like I'm on the right track with The Dragonrider. It never happened to me before that I had roughly the entire plot of a longfic before I even started writing it, and look at me, it's been 1.5 years since I'm working on it, and I'm still as enthusiastic as I was on day one.
The One Minute fic is the oneshot I wrote for Seto's birthday back in October, and I'm still proud of how detailed and emotional it came out. I know it's not crazy popular, but I'm surprised that it's still getting hits even after so many months, and people I talk to on Discord recognize it.
🎥 Pick a fic and I'll tell you the song I imagine playing during its movie trailer. (For The Dragonrider)
It would be Closer by J2! The vibe, the lyrics, the melodies, the rhythm, everything fits Seto's and Nyra's relationship perfectly. I could really see it as a trailer song, especially since the epicness suggests there are darker, more serious themes beyond a light-hearted fantasy-romance story.
The Dragonrider [Seto Kaiba x OC fanfiction] - Chapter 17: Unspoken
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: The aftermath of the argument from both parties' POV.
Seto knew full well what this alliance meant for him. But for the time being, he didn’t want to dwell on the negative aspects of it. He only wanted to relive the exhilaration of the flight, to see her in her true form again. And to have her close.
He should have gotten out of the car.
He should have gone after her.
He should have turned back right now.
The Dragonrider [Seto Kaiba x OC fanfiction] - Chapter 16: Wounded Pride
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Determined to fulfill the promise she made to Mokuba regarding his brother, Nyra seeks Yugi's guidance. However, Seto is not exactly happy with the news, and history repeats itself when he steps into the game shop to retrieve a certain dragon.
“What do you mean?” Nyra tilted her head. For some reason, his words filled her with both warmth and mild indignation. Why on earth would it be a problem that she came to see Yugi?
“Well, it’s just…” The duelist hesitated. “You’re a dragon, and Kaiba-kun likes dragons. Or rather… he likes having them as his own, I think. And he’d never let anything happen to them.”
The Dragonrider [Seto Kaiba x OC fanfiction] - Chapter 15: In a Human Body
commissioned artwork of Nyra, made by eru-iru
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Nyra decides to try acting more like a human, which leads to an unfortunate incident, bringing out the older brother’s more caring side once again. Meanwhile, Mokuba shares with her the events that followed Seto's Afterlife trip, which nearly ended in a tragedy.
cw: mention of vomiting (this is not going to be a recurring thing, I promise)
“But Seto came back in the end,” Nyra noted.
“He did.” Mokuba swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the counter. “Except the return trip wasn’t exactly smooth.”
The girl’s throat tightened.
“What do you mean?”
It took several agonizingly long seconds before she received an answer.
Okay, I know I should be working on the translation of the next chapter of The Dragonrider (and I do, just life happens *sigh*), but yesterday I had the urge to write this scene from another longfic I'm planning to work on after the Kaiba x OC one. That will focus on the life of Seto Kaiba from age 8 to 20.
This snippet I'm sharing now takes place when Seto is 15 years old, soon after the takeover of KaibaCorp and gaining the World Champion title in Duel Monsters.
Summary: A random fortune teller calls him out on the street and actually manages to lure him into her little shop to tell him things he might not want to hear.
Inspired by a certain scene of King of Thorns by Mark Lawrence.
cw: blood-drinking
rating: T (maybe M, but only because of the dark tone and the presence of blood)
Read the story under the cut!
Seto Kaiba had no idea what possessed him to follow the fortune teller into the tiny shop opened from the alleyway. When the crone — clad in gaudy rags, appearance suspicious even from a distance — had first addressed him on the street, he had naturally ignored her. Even when she had called after him, he had merely lifted a hand effortlessly, signaling to Isono, who was following him like a shadow, to deal with her.
But the stranger had been far too persistent.
“So you’re afraid to face your future, Seto Kaiba?” she had called out.
That made him stop in his tracks.
What was this witch thinking? From where did she get the audacity to address him on the street and question him?
No, of course he wasn’t afraid. He feared nothing.
At fifteen, he was the head of a corporation worth billions. He had seized power with his own hands and shaped it to his own liking. The Duel Monsters World Champion title was already his. Only a fool would dare to question his courage.
He was at the top.
He was unstoppable.
This nobody wasn’t even worth the smallest finger on his hand.
And yet… Was it curiosity? Boredom? A desire to hear this fraud humiliate herself? To catch even a single sentence he could tear apart instantly, and prove that she was nothing more than a charlatan wasting his time?
Whatever reason it was, he suddenly turned on his heel, a sly half-smile tugging at his lips as he looked back at the woman, whom Isono was already attempting to usher away from his young master.
“Wait, Isono,” he said. He didn’t raise his voice, yet the commanding tone made his right-hand man freeze mid-motion.
Seto's gaze met the woman’s dark, almost black irises sitting deep in the sockets of her sunken face.
“You have five minutes. But if it turns out you’re a fraud, I’ll buy up this dump and then have it razed to the ground.”
The fortune teller flashed him a gap-toothed smile. She shrugged Isono off and headed toward an unremarkable, signless shop. With a faint grimace, Seto followed.
The moment he stepped inside the cramped, dimly lit room, a suffocating weight settled on his chest, which he attributed to the thick incense smoke mingling with a stale, lingering odor. Shelves on either side were piled high with occult trinkets, but Seto didn’t even bother to take a single glance at.
The woman took a seat at a rickety table at the back of the shop, then offered the CEO a seat across from her. Isono stayed behind them near the door, on full alert.
“Well?” Seto prompted, a smug smile still lurking at the corner of his mouth. “Get out your crystal ball and let’s get this over with.”
“There is no need for that, Kaiba-sama. Give me your hand!”
Reluctantly, he extended his right hand. The woman clasped it in her warm, rough palm, her long, unkempt nails grazing his skin. A wave of revulsion washed over Seto, though he gave no sign of it. He waited for the palmistry to begin.
However, she was not about to read his palm. Not in the conventional way, at least.
“This may sting a little,” she said, as she pulled a short-bladed knife from under the table with her free hand and made a shallow cut across his palm. Seto hissed at the sudden pain.
“What the hell are you doing, you lunatic?!”
“Seto-sama!” Isono’s alarmed voice rang out behind him. As he glanced back over his shoulder, he saw his man reaching for his weapon — but just as on the street, a single motion of Seto’s left hand stopped him.
“No, wait. Let her.”
The smile on the fortune teller's face turned almost obscene at the permission. She lowered her head, and Seto watched in open disgust as she licked away the trickling blood. Then she looked up into his eyes, and though intense nausea twisted his stomach, he held her piercing gaze.
“Well?” he demanded. “What’s your verdict?”
The crone maintained eye contact for another long moment, then wrapped her fingers tightly around Seto’s wrist. As if that could stop him from breaking free from her grasp at any moment.
“Your number, Seto Kaiba, is two.”
“Two?” he echoed incredulously. Two?! He stood at the top of the world; number one in everything that mattered. His number could only ever be one. “Now that’s amusing. I knew you were a fraud, but I didn’t expect you to underperform this badly with your very first sentence.”
“The blood doesn’t lie,” she sneered, her decaying teeth were covered in red. “And all I see… is the number two.”
Before Seto had a chance to speak, the fortune teller gripped his wrist with such force that her nails dug into his skin, and he could feel his own pulse throbbing against her fingers.
“Two souls bound together. Two brothers against the world. Two fathers you lose: one taken from you, the other cast into the abyss by your own hands. The eternal second, striving for the crown of the first. Two people who hold your heart. Two decades your soul remains bound to this world.”
Seto glared at her furiously. Not a single muscle moved. The air in the cramped shop seemed to grow even heavier.
Images flashed before his eyes.
Cradling his little brother close, protecting him from the older boys at the orphanage.
Making a solemn vow to him that no matter what happens, he would protect him. That he would become his father. That he would give him a better life.
A manic laugh tore through the storm of visions. The shattering of glass. The sight of a body plummeting into the depths.
Then blinding whiteness, a dragon’s roar in the distance.
What was going on here? Fragments of the past tangled with something else… the future? Or another past, from another life?
No. That was impossible.
And still… What kind of bond was she talking about? Who could possibly surpass him?
He was number one. The best. For Seto Kaiba, even his very name was proof of what he could achieve through sheer willpower. How could he ever be second?
And the idea that anyone besides Mokuba could possess his heart… He kept even him at a distance.
This was nothing more than a well-crafted illusion.
Though anger and disbelief churned within him, he chose to respond only to the final prophecy.
“So you’re saying I have five years left?” he asked, the half-smile returning to his lips.
The fortune teller released his hand and wiped her mouth, offering him a surprisingly white tissue to cover his wound. Seto did not take it.
“As I said, young President, the blood does not lie.”
“I see.” His voice was flat, his jaw tight as he rose to his feet. “I’ll be honest, I’ve never heard such utter nonsense in my entire life.”
He pulled a check from his pocket and, ignoring the throbbing pain in his palm, filled it out in quick, impatient strokes before tossing it carelessly onto the table.
“But just so you understand who you’re dealing with: consider this as a reminder of the day you tried to deceive Seto Kaiba.”
The woman cast a single glance at the amount written on the check, which easily exceeded the value of her shop and all her possessions.
“I won’t forget the day I showed Seto Kaiba the fate that awaits him. Neither will you.”
Seto gave her one last disdainful look before turning his back on her.
“My people will be here in the morning. Have your things packed by then, witch. And don’t get in my sight ever again. Let’s go, Isono.”
“Yes, sir!”
With that, he stepped out into the afternoon sunlight, Isono following close by. The door slammed loudly behind them.
But even though he kept his promise the next day and erased the fortune teller’s shop from the face of the earth, her last prediction seemed to come true: her words had already taken root in his heart, and he knew they would haunt him for many nights to come.
♡ Chapter 1: Two Worlds Collide [ AO3 ] x [ FF.net ]
♡ Chapter 2: The Other White Dragon [ AO3 ] x [ FF.net ]
♡ Chapter 3: Images of Dawn [ AO3 ] x [ FF.net ]
♡ Chapter 4: White Night [ AO3 ] x [ FF.net ]
♡ Chapter 5: Differences [ AO3 ] x [ FF.net ]
♡ Chapter 6: Out of Reach [ AO3 ] x [ FF.net ]
♡ Chapter 7: Turning Point [ AO3 ] x [ FF.net ]
♡ Chapter 8: Riding the Dragon [ AO3 ] x [ FF.net ]
♡ Chapter 9: Aftermath [ AO3 ] x [ FF.net ]
♡ Chapter 10: Rivals [ AO3 ] x [ FF.net ]
♡ Chapter 11: Allies [ AO3 ] x [ FF.net ]
♡ Chapter 12: His World [ AO3 ] x [ FF.net ]
♡ Chapter 13: Pet Dragon [ AO3 ] x [ FF.net ]
♡ Chapter 14: Brothers' Conflict [ AO3 ] x [ FF.net ]
♡ Chapter 15: In a Human Body
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♡ [ Wattpad hun version ]
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🐉🩵Oneshots🩵🐉
♡ One Minute ⌛ [ AO3 ] x [ FF.net ] x [ hun ]
♡ Miracle with Eyes of Blue 🧿 (Seto Kaiba character study) [ AO3 ] x [ FF.net ] x [ hun ]
♡ Midsummer ☀️ (snippet from a future chapter) [ tumblr ]
♡ Colors of Love 🌌 (for Elsa - Seto Kaiba x 3 OCs, including Ama, Elise and Nyra) [ tumblr ]
[ collection of Seto Kaiba related oneshots - hungarian ]
🏖️🩷 Tumblr Yugioh Summer Event 2025 🩷🏖️
Day 1: Bonfire 🔥 [ tumblr ] x [ AO3 ]
Day 2: Volleyball Tournament 🏐 [ tumblr ] x [ AO3 ]
Day 4: Free Pass 🌊 [ tumblr ] x [ AO3 ]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
with Eyes of Blue is a series of Level 1 LIGHT Spellcaster Tuner monsters that support "Blue-Eyes" monsters or "Blue-Eyes White Dragon". They have effects that either target an Effect Monster and send it to the Graveyard to allow for a quick Special Summon of the high Level "Blue-Eyes" monsters, or effects that activate when targeted by card effects.
Summary: Seto Kaiba does not believe in miracles. He creates them.
This philosophy was once challenged by the spirit of a 3000-year-old pharaoh, and now by a shapeshifter white dragon from a parallel world. However, when he reaches his own limits, he must confront his lingering grief, the unwanted care of a dragon and his current rival, but most importantly, his own pride.
- A character study of Seto Kaiba. -
cw: brief mention of implied drug use and nudity
The idea of this fic came to me when I was writing (actually translating) my Kaiba x dragon!OC story, The Dragonrider. To be more precise, it was inspired by Chapter 8-9-10 (mostly the latter) and rewrote it from Seto's POV and/or dissected his feelings about the given situation more thoroughly. However, this story is a standalone one and is readable without knowing the entire lore of the main fic. There are also references to my other oneshot, One Minute.
Anyway, this fic takes place 2 years after the events of DSOD, and the focus is not on the sparking romance between Seto and Nyra, but on our dear CEO’s inner turmoil.
The Dragonrider [Seto Kaiba x OC fanfiction] - Chapter 14: Brothers' Conflict
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Mokuba learns what happened to his brother the previous day and decides to confront him about it, while Nyra blames herself for this turn of events and prepares to be sent away from the Kaiba Manor.
cw: mention of vomiting
Nyra fell silent, but she realized it was already too late. Seto hadn't said it outright, but from his conversation with Yugi the day before, she suspected he still didn’t want Mokuba to learn about what happened to him.
You fool.
I wrote this fic for the birthday of my dear friend, @elsaedelweisss. It features Seto Kaiba's little harem, aka Elsa's OCs, Ama and Elise, and of course my little dragoness from The Dragonrider fic, Nyra.
I meant it as a cozy little oneshot that takes place at the far north of the dragon world, the home of the white dragons. So expect some dragonriding too, of course!
Also, this fic takes place after the events my main fic, but in an alternative timeline, so I'm not spoiling anything.
word count: 1816
rate: general audiences
pairing: Seto Kaiba x OC(s) - Ama, Elise, and Nyra
Happy Birthday, Elsa! 🩵
(read the story under the cut)
Billions of stars greeted the four travelers as the vortex subsided around them and the world of dragons unfolded before their eyes. Seto Kaiba released the hands of his two partners, Ama and Elise, who were holding onto Nyra with their other hands. The dragon girl took on human form, as she usually did when she was staying in the mortal world. She was the one who brought them to her world across dimensions, so that her two dearest friends, Ama and Elise, could finally see the island where her Order lived.
Over the past several months, Seto had grown completely accustomed to these journeys — this time, too, he felt nothing more than a mild dizziness and pressure in his skull as his vision cleared. The same could not be said for the cousins, who, much like him during his first journey, ended up on the ground, gasping for breath. Seto immediately dropped to one knee beside Elise on the snow- and ice-covered stone platform of the gateway, wrapped an arm around her back, and helped her to her feet, while Nyra did the same with Ama.
“Don’t worry, it’ll pass in a moment,” Nyra murmured soothingly, then glanced up at her rider, who nodded in agreement. His eyes shimmered in the light of the nearby torches like two stars fallen from the endless sky, his breaths coming out in white vapor in the frosty air.
“So… are we in Greenland now?” Ama asked once she had gathered herself. Elise looked around at the frozen landscape in silent awe.
“Essentially, yes. Geographically, there isn't much difference between our world and Nyra's,” explained the CEO.
“This is your world now too, my dear rider,” the dragon said with a wink, and Seto allowed himself a small smile. “But yes, that’s right. And since we’re this far north, the sun won’t rise at this time of year… not for quite a while.”
“This place is simply beautiful!” Elise whispered almost involuntarily.
“Where we're going will be even more beautiful! And perhaps a little less cold.”
“Speaking of which,” Seto cut in, “you still haven’t told me what you’re planning.”
“You’ll see once we get there,” Nyra replied cryptically.
After descending into the knee-deep snow from the platform, Ama pulled her thick coat tightly around herself, shivering, while Elise rubbed her gloved hands together. Even Seto had replaced his favorite sleeveless leather coat with a warmer one, thermal clothing hidden beneath. In contrast, Nyra wore only a light, white, embroidered catsuit that enveloped her slender figure tightly. It was a gift from Ama and Elise, woven with magic by the cousins themselves, so that she could keep it on during her transformation without the fabric being damaged by the sudden increase in body size. Unlike the mortals, Nyra did not feel the cold at all.
This was not the first time she had transformed in front of Ama and Elise — she had already had the opportunity to take on her dragon form in the other world, for example, on the boat trip to Thailand. She only had to be careful that no unauthorized eyes witnessed it, as the consequences would have been unimaginable.
This time, however, she could transform freely, and since she wanted to get her companions somewhere warmer as quickly as possible, she didn’t waste another second.
She could feel three pairs of watchful eyes on her as she walked a short distance away from them before coming to a halt. Closing her eyes, she paused for a moment, listening to the icy wind that was tearing through her hair, taking deep breaths of the crisp air. She focused intently on the white dragon she truly was, on the power slowly coursing through her veins. The image of her human skin turning into scales appeared before her eyes, wings unfurling, arms and legs reshaping into clawed limbs, her facial structure shedding every trace of humanity.
And then it began.
Ama and Elise watched in awe, both of them gripping one of Seto’s hands. The CEO’s eyes shone with pride at the sight of his dragon’s true form, his blood already rushing at the thought of the coming flight.
Before they knew it, Nyra was standing in front of them on all fours, wings spread wide, letting out an excited rumble as her long, spiked tail thumped happily against the snow. Then she lowered herself onto her belly to make it easier for them to climb up, and waited patiently.
Ama and Elise stepped closer, carefully patting her head at first, and Nyra purred in response, as if granting permission. Seto did no such thing, only climbed onto his dragon’s back with practiced ease. Halfway up, near the base of Nyra’s foreleg, he paused to guide Ama upwards first, then Elise. Once both girls were seated securely at the base of the dragon’s neck, Seto positioned himself between them.
“Hold on to me tightly,” he told Ama over his shoulder, while his own hand wrapped around Elise’s waist, pulling her close until her back was against his chest. When he felt Ama’s arms around him, her palm resting over his stomach, he gave Nyra the mental command to take off.
Nyra did not hesitate. The moment Seto’s thoughts reached her, she carefully rose to her feet, and as she spread her wings, she released a long roar that seemed to echo from the nearby mountain ranges. Slowly, she took to the air, mindful that her passengers would not slip from her back by accident. They headed southeast, beneath them the snow-covered ice world reached the dark horizon in the distance, where the starlit pitch-black sky took its place.
“We’ll need to take a break if we go too far, you know that, right?” Seto remarked mentally. “Not for my sake, but for the girls. They’re not used to flying.”
“The place where we are going is about two hours from here,” Nyra’s voice echoed in his mind. “Do you think you all can manage until then?”
Seto affirmed, then passed the information on to the cousins as well.
The weather was harsh, but thankfully clear, they encountered almost no clouds along the way. Ama and Elise couldn't get over the exhilarating feeling of traveling on dragonback. From time to time, they reached out to stroke Nyra’s scales — partly in gratitude, partly in admiration that she could carry all three of them with such ease. But of course, they were also grateful that they could at least keep each other warm with their body heat: thanks to this and their appropriate clothing, hypothermia was not a real concern.
As they were slowly approaching their destination, Ama suddenly cried out and pointed northward.
“Look at that!”
Seto and Elise turned around in unison, the latter’s breath catching at the sight. A celestial river rippled through the darkness of the sky, its pink, violet, and green lights dancing and twisting slowly like gentle waves.
“It’s… beautiful.”
Even Seto found himself acknowledging the beauty of the aurora. It wasn’t the first time he had seen it, even here in Nyra's world, but witnessing it from the back of his dragon, with Ama and Elise tucked close against him, was a truly uplifting experience.
At last, the silhouette of another mountain range came into view, stretching all the way to the distant coastline. The dragon descended right among the first peaks, landing heavily on a broad ledge of snow and rock. Here, in the mountain area, the wind was less ferocious, though they still had to be careful with avalanches. For that reason, Nyra did not linger long in her true form — once Seto and the cousins had solid ground beneath their feet again, she quickly transformed back into a human.
Seto stretched his stiffened limbs, then, and after making sure that Ama and Elise were okay, searched for his dragon with his gaze, who had already started walking along the ledge. He didn't call after her, only gestured for the girls to follow, and set off at a brisk pace himself.
“Where are you taking us?” he asked when he caught up to Nyra, who was scanning the rock face, clearly looking for something.
“It should be somewhere around here…” she murmured to herself, not even registering Seto’s question.
“What are you talking about?”
As they rounded a jutting outcrop, Nyra stopped so abruptly that the CEO nearly collided with her, and he felt Ama instinctively grab his arm.
“We’re here!” Nyra announced.
As he examined the wall more closely, Seto noticed an opening about two people wide leading into the heart of the mountain. It was no ordinary cave: faint, muted lights seemed to glimmer from within.
“Wow!” Elise breathed.
Nyra acknowledged their astonished expressions with satisfaction, then headed towards the entrance. The others followed.
At first, the small group was greeted by dim light and unusual warmth, then the glow coming from deeper within the mountain began to intensify — after a gentle slope and a bend, their breaths caught one by one.
They entered into a spacious chamber where the walls were covered with crystals of different colors and sizes, which somehow radiated light and warmed the cave. It was like the inside of a disco ball.
Smiling, the dragoness watched Seto and the girls as they stared around in wonder, the crystals’ brilliance reflected in their eyes.
“This is incredible, Nyra!” Elise whispered.
Seto stepped closer to his dragon and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin atop her head as he surveyed the glowing walls.
“A truly breathtaking experience, I must admit,” he murmured. “Thank you, my dragon.”
“Thank you, Nyra!” Ama exclaimed, and the cousins soon joined the embrace as well.
Nyra grinned into the group hug, then wrapped her arms around the girls in return, pressing herself as close to her rider as she possibly could. Since the war had ended and the world had finally quieted down, these were exactly the moments she had longed for. After so many losses, she could finally find peace and true happiness.
Taking their coats off, Ama and Elise pulled a large blanket out of their backpacks and, with Seto's help, spread it across a smoother part of the chamber floor. Nyra watched them with a soft smile.
Yes. These humans were her family just as much as the dragons were. And she would do everything in her power to protect them, now and always.
At last, all four of them lay down together in the middle of the blanket. Seto rested his head in Nyra’s lap, while the cousins curled up against him from either side. For a long, long time, they admired the play of lights of the crystals, the radiant walls occasionally echoing their voices and laughter. In that moment, each of them wished that they would never have to leave the cave.
The Dragonrider [Seto Kaiba x OC fanfiction] - Chapter 13: Pet Dragon
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: Seto is still dealing with both the physical and emotional aftermath of the previous day, and thanks to a small accident, he finds himself growing closer to his unusual guest.
cw: (not too detailed) description of injuries
Inside the entrance hall of his home, Seto was greeted by dim light, just enough to guide him to the stairs without hurting his eyes, which had been particularly sensitive ever since his return from the realm of dragons. And that was far from the only thing that was amiss.
Before reaching the stairs, he stopped and leaned against one of the columns, closing his eyes as he drew several deep breaths. Even the simple act of walking had become exhausting at this point, and now that he was finally alone, he no longer had to pretend that nothing was wrong. Mizuno had already suspected something, and Seto could only hope his driver would not bring the incident up on Monday morning.
