#dragon!lucifer

[more-things-in-heaven-hell]

{ A thousand people singing, screaming as were marching in— it’s Deafening }

[themosthatedbeingg]

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And He's done!! redesigned Dragon!luci~

[themosthatedbeingmoving]

•Your such an inspiration for the ways I I’ll never ever choose to be•

[quietwings-fics]

This Time For Sure

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Supernatural Ship: Gen (Lucifer & Sam) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Dragons, Dragon Riders, Dragon Rider Sam Winchester, Dragon Lucifer (Supernatural), Mind Meld, Burns Wordcount: 811 Summary:

Lucifer won’t allow anyone to ride him.

Lucifer won’t allow anyone to ride him. The last five who tried were all gravely injured.

Sam is foolish number six, a rider without a dragon, a failure for a failure, and the last chance either of them have before they are cast down. Dragons are intelligent. Sam can’t help but wonder if Lucifer knows that he’s destroying himself.

(Just like he will never know if they gave Lucifer to him to tame because of Dean’s success with the oldest of his clutch, Michael, or because they would rather Sam die by a dragon than…)

Lucifer is the second largest of his clutch, and his wings eclipse the sun when he raises them at Sam’s approach. In the darkness, he’s an terrifying wraith of scarred white scales. Every breath he exhales is enough to threaten Sam’s balance, and his pale hide does little to hide the fire’s heat inside his throat.

If Sam had frozen in fear, he’s sure Lucifer would have burnt him up, his own fate be damned.

Sam forsakes caution. He drags his leather glove off his right hand. Lucifer watches him, neck curved towards Sam and head tilted. His tongue flickers out to taste Sam’s scent, revealing fangs larger than Sam’s arms. Lucifer’s massive foreleg extends, crushing the ground beside Sam as his claws flex into the rock below. Sam doesn’t stop.

He can almost hear Dean yelling at him to put his glove back on. It’s a stupid move, but Sam has a feeling Lucifer will take nothing but a true bond, the old way, to take all of Sam’s mind and give all of his own in return.

It’s going to hurt.

Lucifer’s heartscales are pale pink. This close, Sam can hear his heartbeat. It thumps like the stalking footsteps of a predator, and though each pulse sends tremors course through Sam’s body, he doesn’t run. He turns his palm over, observes the calluses and the wrinkles of his palm and the long-healed cuts that mar his fingers. He doesn’t allow himself to stall another moment, no countdowns in his head or deep breaths. He turns his hand over again and slams his palm into Lucifer’s chest.

Sam screams. He won’t let go.

Lucifer’s mind hits his like a comet, bearing down to see if Sam will break under the weight of him. He is not merciful, but Sam has tried to form bonds with other dragons and never felt anything like him before. For a moment, Sam’s body isn’t his own. Lucifer is behind his senses, taking them in, even the pain his own scorching hide rips through Sam. Lucifer is the one who presses Sam’s hand harder into his heartscales, but Sam- Sam is a towering beast with limbs he’s never felt before, with hungry fire burning through his entire being. Sam feels the rough crags of stone beneath Lucifer, the wind brushing over the thin membranes of his wings, even the leftover taste of blood from his last meal. Sam leans forward towards the small human body that is both Lucifer’s and his own, as Lucifer curls fingers around the heartscales that are both Sam’s and his.

Sam, Lucifer purrs, and the thought isn’t only Sam’s name, but his entire life, every thought he’s ever had, all of his anger and hurt and love laid bare and perused by this creature. Sam, in turn, is given Lucifer’s loss, his betrayal, his insurmountable pride.

Winchester, Lucifer continues with amused familiarity a moment later, when their minds have gone from two to one to two again, and Sam is left gasping and clutching his burnt hand. It’ll scar.

Lucifer bows to Sam as Sam puts his glove back on. The smooth leather still drags painfully over his injury. He takes a deep breath, grips Lucifer’s scales as firmly as he can, and hauls himself into the cradle between Lucifer’s spines. It’s only right if they’re doing this the old way that Sam’s first flight with Lucifer should be bareback. He can feel Lucifer’s muscles flex beneath his scales, every breath and heartbeat powerful enough to rock Sam on his seat. Lucifer stands tall again, head turned to the sky. He whips his tail with delight, and Sam feels it spread through his own mind, bright and overwhelming. He tempers it with focus, digging his heels into Lucifer’s sides, where his shoulders meet his wings. One wrong move and Lucifer could fling him off, but even thinking that leads to a possessive reassurance from his dragon that it won’t happen. Sam is Lucifer’s now, and Lucifer won’t allow anything to take Sam from him.

He spreads his wings. Sam braces for the running start most dragons need to take flight, but Lucifer sweeps them into the air with only a few thunderous flaps. The ground spirals below them dizzyingly as they take to the sky.

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[thewollfgang]

Deckerstar Yellow ? c:

Yellow- Dragon/Shapeshifter AU

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The palace is grand. Massive stone arches, beautiful mosaics. It’s all covered under a thick layer of dust and ash. Chloe grips the torch tighter and keeps walking. If- if she can just talk to the beast, surely it can be reasoned with. She knows it makes deals. 

“You’re quiet,” it speaks, voice loud and resonant, “But the pitter-patter of your heart gives you away, human.” 

She freezes. Said pitter-patter kicks into a gallop. The darkness around her shifts, resolving into the massive form of the dragon that lives here, the Great Morningstar. Gods above, she hadn’t even seen it. She cranes her neck up, the creature is at least three stories tall, glancing down his long, scaled nose at her.

“I’ve come to make a deal,” she calls out, voice ringing through the empty space. 

It laughs, a low, grating sound, distinctly bestial and masculine. “Of course you have. Why else would you be here?”

Chloe takes a deep breath. “My daughter-” her voice quavers. “She’s been taken.”

He abruptly moves into her space. A large reptilian eye lowers to stare at her, the size of a shield. Somehow, the gaze feels impossibly familiar, though she can’t imagine how. Eyelids flick sideways, as its gaze continues to rest on her. They’re...oddly beautiful, the deep swirls of color contrasted with the blacks of his eyes where any other creature would have whites. His scales are deep, rich red, like spilled blood.

“You’re the Captain, aren’t you?” he asks, and she blinks in surprise. “Why not gather your guards and fetch the urchin?”

It’s strange hearing her partner’s nickname for her daughter out of the maw of this great beast. “The man who’s taken her is on the Watch, I can’t trust them.”

“And there is no one else you could look to?” the dragon asks. 

She thinks of her partner, Lucifer; his mischievous eyes, his wicked sense of humor, that cold look when he catches someone mistreating another. Not all noblemen are like him. No noblemen are like him, as far as she is concerned. After all, no other blue-blooded man of importance would care to accompany her on her tasks, protecting the city.

But he wasn’t there when she went to call on him and his household staff did not know when he would be back. She was desperate. There was no time. They had her daughter.

“There was, but- I can’t find him. I don’t have the luxury of time.”

“And so you’ve come to me.” The words come out less cold than she might have expected.

“I know the stories,” she says. It was a favorite past time of the Watch, to swap dragon stories. Most of it was nonsense, but there was a grain of truth in it, she knew. 

He slips closer, his head easily three times as long as her body. “Do you.” There’s a warning somewhere in those two words, accompanied by the glint of teeth in the firelight.

She tilts her chin up. “I do. And in all of them, you never break your word.”

She can hear Lucifer’s voice in the back of her head. “My word is my bond.” Whatever code of honor Lucifer has, it’s shared by this creature. 

He stares for a long moment and Chloe tries not to give away her fear because she does know the stories. Stories of hellfire and destruction, but always on the wicked. He moves back. “Very well.”

“Name your price.”

“My price? Oh, Captain,” and why does that cadence sound so right? “As much as I would enjoy having you owe me a favor...” it’s voice is changing, lessening, as he speaks, the shadows shifting. Is the dragon growing smaller? He steps closer to the light, its shape small and human, warm golden skin still flecked with red scales. “You know I would do anything to protect that little urchin.” 

“Lucifer?” 

He smiles with teeth just a little too sharp, uncertain. “Chloe.”

The torch falls to the ground from numb fingers. Then she’s rushing forward, colliding into his body, uncaring about his nakedness or the fact that apparently he’s the Great Morningstar, Dragon of Nightmare. She grips at him with shaking fingers slipping over strange, smooth scale. “Lucifer.”

He holds her, arms tight.  “It’s all right,” he tells her and she can hear the otherness in it now, the odd, inhuman sonance that layers his voice. “We’ll find her, I promise.” He presses a kiss to her temple. 

She shifts back, but doesn’t leave the circle of his arms.  All this time. All this time he’d been stuffing himself down into human shape...why? Just- Just to be with her? She brushes a thumb across the heavy ridge of his brow, feeling the odd texture, still caught between dragon and man. ”How?” she asks.

“It’s a long story. I apologize for being so elusive,” he says. “But I’m done hiding. I promise to tell you everything, the truth about me, about what I am. But first we must go rescue your offspring.”

She nods. “Right, of course.” He lets her take another step back, breaking his loose hold on her. 

“Who’s taken her?” 

“Malcolm. Malcolm Graham.”  A corrupt watchmen, lowest of the low. She’s been trying to root out his filth from the Watch for ages. 

A growl rumbles from Lucifer’s chest, eyes flickering red. “Then his life is forfeit. By your laws and by mine.”

Suddenly so much about Lucifer makes more sense. The draconian view of right and wrong. She manages a smile. “The Captain and the Dragon? Sounds like a fairy tale.”

He grins, all teeth. “They won’t stand a chance.”

[dullparagon]

The darkness around her shifts the gaze feels impossibly familiar and oddly beautiful. She knows the stories of hellfire and destruction, but always on the wicked. “The Captain and the Dragon?” “They won’t stand a chance.”

Here’s for @thewollfgang‘s Yellow Deckerstar / Dragon!Lucifer [ X, X ]

This is my second version. | Artwork by Kerim Beyit

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Would anyone be interested in a Dragon!Lucifer fic? Anyone?? 👀

Fuck it I'm probably gonna write it anyway when I get the chance cause I'm a self indulgent little shit

[threshie]

Fire in Dragonhide Mountain

Fire in Dragonhide Mountain: An “Angels Are Dragons” Fantasy AU. Dragons are supposed to steal princesses, not princes, and if anybody falls in love it’s supposed to be the fair damsel and the knight who saves her – right? But nothing ever goes as planned for Dean Winchester, the freelancer who wanders through the kingdom of Kline just after young Prince Jack was carried away by a fearsome dragon. 

Under Queen Kelly’s employ, Dean gears up and treks to the legendary Dragonhide Mountain to bring the prince home. He hires a blue-eyed guide named Castiel who claims to know the land very well, despite the danger. 

Little does Dean know the dark secret of Prince Jack’s dragon father, Lucifer, the very one that stole him away. Nor does he expect to fall in love with Castiel on their journey, only to discover that his guide is a dragon as well – a kind one that understands Jack is not made for the cruel things most dragons do. 

With Castiel’s help, Dean defeats Lucifer in a storm of fire and rescues Jack from his clutches. The prince has had a taste of shifting to dragon form and even a little bit of flying, though, and doesn’t want to go back to being human. His mother loves him, he says, but she said if anyone learned he was part dragon, they would put him to death. It has been harder and harder to hide as he grows.

Dean realizes the danger is the same for Castiel if he returns to Kline. Dragons are feared and loathed there. Jack is still young, just nine years old, and what he really needs are parents both human and dragon to guide him. 

Dean sends word back to Queen Kelly that Jack is safe. He explains that Lucifer is no more, and that he knows Jack’s secret and will keep the boy safe. The Queen’s gratitude and words of love for her son are sent in return, and Jack and Dean and Castiel make Dragonhide Mountain their new home.

Send me a made-up fic title and I’ll tell you what I’d write for it!