#dragon!kylo

[aconsultingmind]

Sometimes all I wanna sketch is my dragonkylo

[thelittlescrimshaw]

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Chapter 12 of “The Girl and Her Dragon” is live!

If Kylo broods any more, he’ll lay an egg.

[shierak-inavva]

reylo monster week || day IV • mythological creatures

originally i was going to make them a dragon & a unicorn--and i have some sketches to go with that idea that are under the cut here, but i ended up making rey a dragonrider--what she doesn’t know is that kylo ren has a very interesting and very human-looking secret that might make things interesting down the road for them.... c;

[florroko]

When I say there are not enough dragon fics, I mean that I have no inspiration to write my own on the moment

[thelittlescrimshaw]

dragon!kylo pining! for @dasfeministmermaid​ :)

Reylo, SFW, Super-duper-feels, dragon AU. 

Kylo slept fitfully, that night in the temple.

He laid himself down between his grandparents’ graves, hands pillowed behind his head. He missed the girl - missed her so profoundly it was hard to breathe. It would be easier to sleep, he mused, were she curled up next to him, a familiar warmth at his side. He’d even put up with her gods-damned pets if it meant never having to fall asleep without her.

But she is mortal. But she will die.

He pushed the thought away. Immortality was more a curse than a blessing - he’d watched his kingdom fall, witnessed his family and friends slaughtered, was helpless to sit and watch as the world he’d known was replaced by another, and another, and another after that. Rey was the only thing that anchored him to the world, that made him feel real…

There was a spell, he was sure, that could extend her life. But would she want that? He was cursed to never take a mortal form - and oh, how he has come to detest that mortal form - but would she want a life with a beast the world thought extinct? He could take her here, to this temple, and she would know him in his mortal form - but would that be enough? Would he be enough?

Eventually he fell asleep, brow furrowed in a frown and thoughts troubled.

When he opened his eyes, his head was in Rey’s lap. Her fingers combed through his hair, traced circles on the back of his neck.

He swallowed thickly and shifted, propped himself up on one elbow. “Rey?”

“Are you all right?” she asked, worry thick in her tone. “You - you’ve been gone awhile. And you were crying…”

He felt the wetness on his face, but ignored it. The early morning sun rose being her, bleeding gold around her edges, and in that moment she was the most beautiful creature Kylo had ever seen. He reached out a hand - he couldn’t find the words - and stroked her cheek, his thumb brushing over the perfect shape of her mouth.

“You are lovely,” he told her breathlessly, voice hoarse. “You are the loveliest creature I have ever seen.”

Her cheeks colored; she bit her lip. “And I don’t even know your name,” she said. But still she didn’t stop her ministrations. Coy.

“Why do you stay?” he asked. “With me? When I am so - when I am like this.” He choked on the words, shame rising inside of him. But still, Rey wasn’t afraid. She placed a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing down. If his nudity bothered her, she didn’t comment.

“Shhh,” she crooned. “Relax.”

He followed her suggestion, lying down on her thighs, looking up at her. “You...I don’t know you very well,” she began, and her words sliced through him like ice, but her hands in his hair soothed the blow. “But you are troubled. And you are kind. And you...you remind me of someone I care about very much. You have his eyes.”

She made to brush a stray strand of hair behind his ear, but he caught her hand, dwarfing it in his grasp. They locked eyes, and Kylo felt himself melt under her warm dark gaze. “Just his eyes?” he asked, pressing her hand to his mouth and brushing his lips against it. Her lips quirked into a smile, mirroring his own. She continued her ministrations, and his eyes fluttered shut.

“Perhaps more,” she amended after several minutes. Kylo cracked open an eye. “Although you two look nothing alike. But you feel the same as he does. Like I’ve known you much longer than I have. But I only see you in my dreams. And they’re so hard to remember…please. Tell me where I can find you.” Her voice wavered. Her eyes glistened.

There was something desperate about her words, and Kylo felt his aching heart beat in tandem with hers. “I’m here,” he said, sitting up, sitting close enough that his knees brushed hers. He took her hand - how often had this delicate hand touched his hide, in his other form - and pressed it over the left side of his naked chest. “I’m in this temple. But I will come home to you.”

Her hand curled against his chest. “Promise?”

“I promise, little bird.” He leaned forward and planted a kiss to her brow.

When he awoke, he was alone.

His heart ached for her tenfold.

[thelittlescrimshaw]

Help me!! I was reading what I think was an excerpt or a short for fic of yours and I lost it and I can’t find it and oh please help it was so good!! Rey was drunk kylo was a dragon:D where’s it gooooo please help I didn’t get to finish it:,(

Hi there nonny!

This is the post that you’re talking about!

But wait, there’s more! 

The fic you’re talking about is “The Girl and Her Dragon.” The full piece can be found on Ao3 here.  It’s a WIP story :) 

(If you like that post, check out @frozenmusings ‘s fanart of that scene- it’s truly amazing.

Also, all things Dragon!Kylo can be found on my blog under the tag “the-girl-and-her-dragon” (link here)

[thelittlescrimshaw]

I woke up at 4am and thought, “Tumblr won’t hurt” and began my descent. I saw and read your recent drabble for “The Girl and Her Dragon”. It is 8am and I’ve just finished reading Chapter 10. Bless your soul and very beautiful writing! Definitely sharing this to my friend (I got her into Reylo and I swear, she’s going to love this). Dragon!AU is honestly the best. Thank you. 😭😭😭😭🙏🏻🙏🏻♥️♥️♥️

😩😭😭❤️

Thank you so much, reading this made my day and made me smile so big. I’m glad you like it - the story is about to get updated regularly again, and getting messages like this fuels that fire.

I hope your friend likes it! And welcome to the dragon!kylo fan club :) 🐲🐉💕

(Now get some sleep!!!)

[thelittlescrimshaw]

dragon yuletide drabble<3

part of a larger series found here on a03

Rey grinned to herself as she trudged up the mountainside, careful not to slip in the snow and drop the large package she was carrying. She’d need new boots soon; hers were worn from use, and not nearly warm enough for a winter in the mountains.

She’d manage; she had some of the local coin in a lockbox in Kylo’s cave. And if push came to shove...well. She could probably convince him to part with a piece of gold or two.

The blizzard was beginning in full force when she finally reached the cave, her cloak covered in a light dusting of snow but the package, mercifully, intact. She grinned to herself. It was her first winter with him, and wasn’t sure if Kylo celebrated Yule - or if dragons even observed human holidays - but she’d always been fond of gifting, even if she hadn’t been able to most of her life.

But those lonely days in the desert were behind her. Rey set the package down in her little alcove, dusted the snow off her cloak and traded it for a wool blanket. Kylo had a strict no-fires policy in his cave, and on days like this she could damn him for it.

She glanced at the mouth of the cave, tugging the blanket tighter around her. Where is he?

One hour passed, then two; the temperature dropped. Rey began to seriously debate if it was worth risking his wrath to avoid freezing to death when he arrived, swooping into the cave. The snow and moonlight made his black scales glisten silver; Rey had a moment to admire it before having to dodge the flying chunks of snow he shook off of him. She’d never tell him, but the movement reminded her of a dog.

Good. You are here.

“And freezing,” Rey said. “Could you do something about that?”

No fires, he groused, but he lumbered over and dropped his head so he was eye-level with her. Rey wasn’t sure what to expect; he touched the tip of his nose to her forehead, and the strangest chill went through her; from the tips of her toes to the top of her head, Kylo took away the bone-deep cold feeling, leaving only a contented warmth in its wake.

Rey blinked. “That’s...useful. Wait - why didn’t you do something before? I’ve been freezing for a month!”

You never asked, he said, flicking the tip of his tail across her calves. You instead thought it appropriate to use my flank as a space heater.

“I can always go back to my old place, you know,” she told him. “If it’s too much…”

Nonsense. He butted her shoulder with his snout. Rey gave his cheek a pat, mindful of the spikes. “Oh! I got you something.” She retrieved the package and unwrapped it for him. “I don’t know if you do Yule or not -”

I was around when the traditions were invented, little bird.

“All that tells me is you’re old,” Rey said with a cheeky grin. She tore away the brown wrapping paper and held the portrait out to him. There was a beat of silence; Kylo’s golden eyes were fixed intently on it.

Rey swallowed. “I - uh...you have a lot of portraits of this woman - the legendary queen. A passing merchant’s guild had it, and I thought…”

Thank you, he said, fixing his gaze on her, rooting her to the spot. He ruffled his wings, and said, I...have something for you, as well. Come.

Rey set the portrait down and followed him to the back of the cave, and watched as a necklace floated through the air and - to her surprise -  landed in her hand.

“Is - is this a tooth?”

It is a protection amulet. And yes. It is. One of mine.

Rey glanced from the amulet to the dragon, unsure of what to make of it. One of his teeth? She ran her fingers over it, noticed tiny etchings throughout. “Oh - it’s a scrimshaw.”

Of a sort, he agreed. I was...out, retrieving it from the grave of the sorcerer who stole it from me. Should you be in danger, my magic will protect you.

Rey smiled to herself and put on the necklace. “Well, that’s a story.”

For another time.

“Spoilsort...Thanks, Kylo. I...thank you.”

As accident prone as you are, it’s only prudent, he chuffed. Rey laughed, but didn’t press the matter.

Later that night - still warm from whatever spell Kylo had used - Rey was preparing to sleep. She changed into her sleeping clothes and, now that she no longer needed her dragon’s body heat, retreated to her alcove to sleep -

Only to find her blankets were no longer there.

“I - what - where -?” Rey asked, turning to Kylo for an explanation. To her surprise, the dragon had taken several of her blankets and pillows and had piled them next to his side.

The spell will wear off eventually, he gruffed. And the wind chill will kill you.

Rey smiled to herself and climbed into his nest of silks and wool, curled up next to his side, leaning a pillow against his forearm.

“Happy Yule, Kylo.”

Good night, little bird.