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my main fandoms: Tolkien, ASOIAF, DrakeNier series and Yu-Gi-Oh.
💙 keep falling back into Seto Kaiba hell since 2005 💙
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Nyra is one of the main characters of my fanfiction, The Dragonrider. (The other mc is none other than Seto Kaiba, of course, and they are both POV characters.)
At first glance, Nyra looks like an ordinary human overall. However, she is not.
(I don't want to make everyone who is not interested in OCs have to scroll through it, so let's continue below the cut.)
Nyra came to the human world during the events of DM (but 3 years prior to the events of my fanfiction) to find a mortal who is suitable for riding a dragon in the upcoming war in her own world. It is a parallel dimension, which looks exactly the same as ours, aside from the fact that there are no mortal human beings over there. That place is ruled by five dragon races, and Nyra herself is one of the white dragons.
As a shapeshifter, Nyra can take a human form, but in her true form she is similar to Kaiba's beloved Blue-Eyes. As a human, she has wavy, white hair and light blue eyes. That's how she catches Seto's attention: he thinks she is Kisara reborn, but quickly realizes she doesn't resemble her that much.
Nyra looks like a 20-year-old female (Seto is also 20 at that time), but in truth, she is 128 (which is considered a young adult too among her kind).
At the start of my story, we are 2 years after the events of DSOD, when Nyra first approaches Seto. He doesn't believe her at first and quickly dismisses her. However, he eventually lets Nyra show him her own world and her true form.
Seto is mesmerized that she, in fact, is a real dragon, and without thinking, he climbs on her back. Nyra takes a flight with him, and in that moment, a strong bond starts to form between them, which is going to change both of their lives forever. And that's how their true story begins.
Some facts about Nyra:
The place where her dragon order lives is equivalent to Greenland. Thus she loves the cold, and it doesn't bother her the slightest.
As a dragon, she's got some powers, but she uses them in the mortal world very limitedly. She is also not allowed to harm humans (except in self-defense situations) or transform into a dragon in their world.
She learns new languages quickly and likes to read.
She has an open, curious nature in general, but also can be proud and stubborn, just like Seto himself. Her curiosity gets her into trouble many times.
She is really, really bad with technology.
She has an older brother, Faolan, who is also a shapeshifter, and a younger sister, Mytha, who is not.
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Notes:
The picture of Seto and Nyra is made by Cleopatrawolf
The picrew I used: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2307052
🎥 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.
♡ 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 [ AO3 ] x [ FF.net ]
♡ Chapter 16: Wounded Pride [ AO3 ] x [ FF.net ]
♡ Chapter 17: Unspoken
other links
♡ [ Wattpad eng version ]
♡ [ Wattpad hun version ]
♡ [ FF.net hun version ]
🐉🩵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 ]
♡ Number 2 🔮 (Seto Kaiba's encounter with a fortune teller - chapter of a future fic) [ 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 ]
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 recurrent 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.
♡ 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
other links
♡ [ Wattpad eng version ]
♡ [ Wattpad hun version ]
♡ [ FF.net hun version ]
🐉🩵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 ]
♡ Number 2 🔮 (Seto Kaiba's encounter with a fortune teller - chapter of a future fic) [ 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 ]
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 places 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 him 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.