#dragon!kris

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(Krisyeol) Lost You (in the Snow) and Found You (in the Flames)

Chanyeol never felt like he belonged anywhere. He finds home in the dragon he has to slay and he wants to stay, even if it burns him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4489767/chapters/10206852

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Dragon!kris for @serenityxbecca

[xingtokki]

Personal Chef

Pairing: Dragon!KrisxYou

Genre: modern fantasy/fluff

Word Count: 888

Description: Dinner isn’t the only thing Kris surprises you with, and that might not be a good thing.

The moment you opened the door to your apartment a mixture of pleasant smells hit your nose, causing you to stand there and let yourself take it all in slowly. Kris had gotten good at a number of different things while you spent your days at work, but cooking was by far the most impressive. Now he always had dinner in the works around the time you got home, which gave you enough time to kick off your shoes and relax before he set the table.

“Welcome home,” he mumbled to you from the kitchen. That man probably heard you coming from 20 meters away, so even though you barely made a noise you weren’t surprised he caught you lingering.

A brow furrowed in concentration was the first thing you noticed when you rounded the corner. He had been simmering something and now held the pan lid tight while he shook it. Was it some sort of stir fry? Half the time his methods never seemed to match what ended up on the plate.

“Hey,” was about all you could say. Watching him cook was always so… distracting. His hands  moved in such intricate, delicate ways while he prepared food. You’d never seen someone cut vegetables with such grace or attention. Kris put every ounce of himself into the dinners he made for you, which showed both in the way they tasted and the way the muscles in his arms flexed as he tossed whatever he had in the pan. It was like he was made for cooking. Another minute of your staring was all he needed to pull himself from his concentration, but you managed to look away just in time to try to avoid awkward eye contact.

“What are you making?”

The smile on his face told you he’d definitely caught you staring but didn’t mind. He simply shook his head and turned his focus back to the pan in front of him, eager to get it finished. “Go change and relax. You’ll see.”

Though Kris was hardly ever anything even sort of assertive, you knew fighting for an answer would get you nowhere, so you complied. You let your hair down, changed into something looser, and headed out to the living room with the hope of being able to watch him finish up.

By the time you plopped yourself on the couch he was already starting to set the table. He walked around the island with a small towel on his shoulder and empty plates. 

“You stare at me a lot lately,” he said softly, and you felt a bit of heat rush to your cheeks. Did you really stare at him that much? You just liked watching him work. Was it that bad? How were you even supposed to respond to that? Before you could think of something to say, he opened his mouth again, this time with a bit of a nervous laugh in his words. “You have to stop.”

It wasn’t until he set more plates down and turned into the light at just the right angle that you understood what he was trying to say. His cheeks were as red as yours felt, and you had to stifle a laugh because of what it meant. “Are you embarrassed? I’ve seen you hide a shiny plastic cup that said ‘pimp’ on it and you said it was just a dragon thing, but you can’t handle me watching you cook?”

Kris smiled and shook his head, pretending to put more focus on plate placement and putting everything out onto the table. “It is a dragon thing. And it’s not about watching me, it’s about how loud your thoughts are when you watch me.”

If he cheeks could get any redder it might look like the red was painted on. You could feel yours doing the same. You two were always in sync, feeding off each other’s emotions and hormones, but he had said he could block out your thoughts. Knowing he hadn’t been was quite alarming. Kris spoke before you could retaliate, probably because he knew what you were going to say.

“I tried not listening but you think too loud.”

Whatever he heard you think must have been much more than you wanted him to know. You were living together and you were mentally and physically connected, but you two hadn’t gotten close enough to warrant certain feelings. Now you were the one embarrassed, and it came out in the form of vomiting apologies. Kris stopped to watch you spill out a babble of words, each hand with a plate full of food, and waited patiently for you to finish. After a few seconds of silence and a thoughtful quirk of his head, he smiled. You recognized something equally smug and shy in his voice. “I didn’t know hands could be a useful display in human mating.”

That was it. You screwed up. Of all the the thoughts he could have overheard, it was about the things his hands could do, and more than just with kitchen utensils. You could die right there on the couch. Not even the sounds of his melodic chuckle could bring you out of your misery.

“Hey.” The hand towel smacked your cheek gently and Kris loomed over you, brown eyes watching your expression closely. “Come eat.”

[xingtokki]

dragon!fan au / cooking :D?

The moment you opened the door to your apartment was bliss. A smell more wonderful than you could describe had your stomach grumbling and your lips in an excited smirk. Your dragon boyfriend had finally learned how to use the stove without catching the kitchen on fire, and he’d taken to spoiling you with dinner every night upon your arrival home. “Hey babe.” He grinned over at you and flipped something in the wok with expert grace (a kind of grace that seemed out of place considering how clumsy he generally was). “How was work?”

[xingtokki]

♠ dragon kris? nwn

“Babe...” 

The whine in his voice nearly broke your heart and you didn’t even know what he was upset about. Kris rarely complained about anything, but there were a few instances where his inner upset five year old came out. As you peeked around the corner and found him in the living room, you knew exactly why the little tremble in his voice was so apparent.

He sat there, cross-legged and lips pushed into an exaggerated pout, while holding up a mess of tangled jewelry. One necklace was around his neck and looked like it was hooked onto one or more of the earrings he was wearing, as well as a piece of his hair. His second necklace had somehow hooked onto his bracelet, probably while he was trying to untangle the first necklace. You didn't know how he had managed to get so tangled, but it was funny to say they least. Funny and adorable, but you had to suppress your laugh. Hiding the smile was impossible, however.

Kris huffed when he saw you smirking, but allowed you to come closer without complaint. “What happened?” You began to untangle the chains from his ear until he flinched and stared up at you.

“Be careful. It’s fragile,” he warned.

“The necklace or you?” Kris scrunched his nose at you but otherwise wouldn't grace you with an answer. Upset five year old was truly an accurate description. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix it.”

[xingtokki]

♝: Reading a book together with dragon!kris please? Love you!

Love you too! uwu

With your head resting on his chest, you were being lulled by the sound of his heartbeat and his lungs taking in and expelling air in a rhythmic motion. The vibration of his low voice was the only thing keeping you awake enough to focus on the book you requested he read to you.

In truth, you couldn’t care less about the book, and Kris knew it. Cuddling up with him and feeling his warmth soak into you was all you really wanted, and you were very appreciative of the fact he readily gave it.

“Love?” He let the book fall a little and kissed the top of your head. “You still awake?”

You smiled and reached up for a kiss. “Still awake.” 

Kris smiled back and kissed you again, but this time he didn’t let you escape so quickly. He was a little bolder, a little needier. “If I keep reading are you going to fall asleep like last time?”

That was hardly a fair question. He knew you would. “Maybe,” you teased.

“Hmmmmm, then no more book. Can’t have you falling asleep on me.” Your boyfriend set the book aside, careful to mark the page, and then cupped his hand around your cheek and brought you into another slow, passionate kiss. His kisses could literally take your breath away.

When he finally broke, you nibbled his lip and hummed affectionately. “Sleep is one thing, but if you keep doing that I’ll pass out.” He laughed and the corners of his eyes crinkled.

“I guess maybe I’ll have to take my kisses elsewhere then,” he charmed, and you felt his lips start to move down your jawline.

Reading time was something you could get used to.

[xingtokki]

Dragon Kris, do you like spicy food~?

Somewhere along the line you had assumed that your fire-breathing boyfriend might like a little spice added to dinner, you you found some recipes that would go well with some peppers. It was your time to treat him with a surprise dinner, so why not go all out and make something new? He’d done it for you more times than you could count.

That was a great idea up until you added on the last bits and served it to him.

His nose scrunched up for a flash of a second before he started pulling his fork around the bowl. When you asked if he was alright, he simply stated he thought he had to sneeze.

Not a minute later, he started coughing.

And then his face turned red.

There might have been water pooling in his eyes as well.

“Let me get you something!” You raced back into the kitchen to fill a glass with ice water but you knew the damage was already done. You had warned him before he ate that there would be a bit of a kick to it but that was earlier that morning. He must have either forgotten or misunderstood what you meant.

A glass of water down and a minute later, your boyfriend was able to calm down the spice enough to talk. 

“Love?” He cleared his throat in an attempt to shake off whatever weird thing the coughing fit had done to his voice.

“Yes?” 

“No more peppers after this. It does taste great, though.”

And that was your boyfriend, forever polite when he didn't need to be.

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Drabble 01 (dragon!kris)

“How does it feel to fly?” Once she braved herself to ask.

“Feels like walking,” he said. His feet landed smoothly on the ground as the wings on his back flapped twice to regain balance. The wind from it slapped her rudely on her face, but not uncomfortable. Never uncomfortable.

“So like walking on the sky?” She asked again, eyes glinting and sparkling under the dim orange light of setting sun.

He stared at her face for long, not uttering any answers she wanted. She realized that it must be silly for her to ask. For a dragon, flying was as natural as walking and it might be difficult to explain that to a human. But his eyebrows kept furrowing. His eyes never left hers.

“It’s like walking on the land,” he tried again to appease her, “without heavy weights chained on your feet.” He looked at the smile that bloomed on her face and a thump escaped his chest.

She patted the seat beside her. It was made from grass and bed of flowers - the most beautiful seat in the world. “Sit with me,” she said to him, “the sky’s too good to be missed. Surely you don’t have task after this?”

“The sun’s setting,” he said simply. An unintended sadness came through his voice and she noticed it. They don’t have much time before the guards came. But he knew the stubborness inside her, knew the foolishness of a human girl who was deep in love.

She gave him a look. Her hand patted the grass harder, almost childishly adorable. “Come here, Wu Fan.”

He gave in, then. His arms circling around her waist as he buried his head in her nape. She always smelled so sweet, like flowers on spring, like first rain on autumn. His wings surrounded her, possesively in a manner that she didn’t understand yet. “Just until the sun completely set, then.”