so Hybrid 141 right but, like they're all dragons. now throw in younger dragon hybrid reader, like to them basically a fledgling even though adult but, in like dragon standards bebe (baby). roll with this however you please lmaoo
Dragon!141 x Dragon!reader | Just out off the nest
You might have been a legal adult but by dragon stander you were freshly, if not barely, out of the nest. Well, that is, if you could call the reserve you grew up in a nest...
Not that you were complaining. Long gone are the times when hybrids would be kept as slaves and pets, but that never stopped traffickers. As far as you were told, the egg that eventually became you was rescued from poachers during a military operation before being brought to the reserved. You had a wonderful childhood, and you were eternally grateful for the people who took care of you. There just weren't any other dragons around. So, not only were you young, but you were also thoroughly inexperienced in what it truly meant to be a dragon.
You enroll in the army the moment you can, wanting to save other hybrids like you where. You though (hope) the environment might also wake up your dragon instinct. If not, at lest no one there would look at you weird, since humans don't know how to be dragons either anyway.
What you hadn't accounted for was for some woman, Kate Laswell, to start pulling strings to get you transferred the moment you got out of basic. Clearly wasn't the type transfer you could say no to.
You could understand that the military saw dragons as high value asset, but you had no where near the skills or experience necessary to be part of a Task Force...
You didn't even take two step out of the transport that you were getting smoke blown directly in your face. Your instincts caught onto it quicker then you did; dragons. At lest one other, you couldn't quite see through the smoke.
And poor little you. You had never seen other dragons, never learn how to properly be one yourself, so you had no clue what getting covered in someone else's smoke meant. Had you offended someone? Where you invaliding their territory without knowing?
But there wasn't any growls or snarls, just four (well, really three) friendly faces waiting for you as the smoke dissipated. Four other dragons. More then you thought you would ever see in your life.
Two "true" dragons, the Captain and the masked one, with large powerful wigs on their backs. A clearly excited drake sporting a mohawk, sturdy and looking like he couldn't be knock off balance. And a calmer but just as happy wyrm, more precisely a very beautiful sea serpent, clearly agile but just as strong as the others. With you being a wyvern, it made quite the diverse group.
It doesn't take long for them to explain that, yes, they know you're not on their level. Bringing you on a operation whit them would be suicide. They didn't exactly got you transferred to be on the team, but more so you wouldn't be taken advantaged off somewhere else and to make sure they would be the ones training you.
"There's so little of us out there. Better to stick together and form a strong pride." They had said.
They had stared at you in surprise when you had ask, very nervously, what a pride was. You found yourself quite stupid once they had said it was like a herd or a pack, but for dragons. And they realize they had a lot more then military training to go through with you.
None of them where wyvern, but they would make damn sure to show you what it meant to be a dragon in general.
Price took over most of the military stuff and flight. Not that you didn't know how to fly, the reserve had place you with aves hybrid to make sure you would learn from them. But that was the problem in Price's opinion. You knew how to fly like a bird, not a dragon. Your arms are sore from all of the practice, but John always take the time to massage the knots out of your tired muscles.
Ghost decided he was going to teach you about hoards. You had never understood the whole gold and jewels thing, it had never called to you. And you understood why once you saw his knife collection. Hoards are personal, the gold thing had always been an over generalization. Ghost was hoarding weapons, for Price it was cigars and alcohols, Soap was going for drawing supplies and Gaz... Well they all weren't sure about Gaz, but they thought it might have to do with the enormous amount of skin and scales care product he had. All to say, Simon was there to help you figure out what you wanted your hoard to be.
It didn't even take a week for Gaz to get rid off whatever dark waxy material you where using to cover your scales. You had some on all the time. That was bound to be bad for you. You explained you where doing it for safety, because the hidden scales and the fact the your wings were connected to your arms thanks to being wyvern meant most people assumed you where a bat hybrid at first glace and not something as valuable as you truly where on the black market. That only got him more determined. You where part of their pride now. You didn't have to hide; they wouldn't let anything append to you.
You truly didn't expect him to be so easily able to manhandle you, but the next thing you knew, you where in the shower room. You genuinely got anxious as he started revealing bright orange, opalescent scales. Normally, only wyrm had that type of shine to their scales. As far as you were told at the reserve, dragons were proud hybrids. Would they no longer want anything to do once they realize you were a mixed breed? You didn't worry long because Kyle looked down right ecstatic. That meant you where a tad bit like him and he loved it.
Soap tried to help you whit your breath. You knew you could make sparks at the back of your throat, but you had never managed to spit fire. It took a lot of explanations and demonstration before you managed to do... something. It had been small and quick, but very encouraging. And when Johnny encouraged you to try again, he was left speechless to see not fire coming out of you, but a wild electric arc. (Kyle was even more excited because you where turning out more and more like him.)
What you still couldn't understand though was why they still wrapped you in clouds of their smoke once in a while. Why you would sometimes wake up with some of their scales nudged between yours sometimes. Or why they would always pulled you close to rub their necks against yours the moment they could. They always seemed to doge the questions when you asked...
They just hoped you wouldn't be too mad once you realize they have more or less been grooming you. You where probably the only female dragon they would see in their life and they didn't mind sharing if it meant having a pretty little mate like you.
if requests are open then can I request a Dark Cacao x Dragon Reader? Reader, impressed by his feats of strength (such as taking down the twin dragons), decided to get to know him and after a bit start courting him, all the wile Dark Cacao is oblivious bc he’s never directly interacted with a dragon outside of combat before reader. Hollyberry has to tell him that Reader wants him
☆ To Win a Leather Heart — Dark Cacao x Dragon!Reader HCs ☆
Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Dark Cacao Cookie wouldn't consider himself an expert on Dragons or their culture. He'd had run-ins with them, of course, but not necessarily to where he could navigate life with one in any sort of fluid manner. Which is exactly why he kept his reservations when talking to you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 It was because of this naivety around Dragons that Dark Cacao wondered why you even began talking with him to begin with. Dragons culturally admired strength, and you'd witnessed him prove his battle feats several times by now. Your attention had been caught, and now you'd built a close friendship with the King (as close as he would allow, anyhow)
ᯓᡣ𐭩 You took plenty of opportunities to show him the impressive span of your wings, showing off glittering scales and bearing your fangs to him. Each time he stood strong, not at all intimidated. He always met every glare and offer to spar with his own stubbornness, leading to friendly clashes on several occasions. He couldn't see your intentions past your arrogant mask
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Whenever Dark Cacao had somewhere to be, you always flew overhead. He never went into another battle without you at least watching over him. You would stand only a few yards away, keeping sharp eyes on every move he made. He never failed to be anything less than absolutely impressive. You felt pride beam within you whenever he'd look back to make sure you were still watching
ᯓᡣ𐭩 One day, you proudly displayed a round collection of materials to Dark Cacao that was placed on the floor of your home. He was less than amused, but you took your time in boasting to him every part of your wonderful collection. A nest, as you'd corrected him on. One of the most brilliant Dragonkind has ever seen, you assured him
ᯓᡣ𐭩 It was after one of your many battles that Dark Cacao was presented with something he couldn't understand. A scale. Bright, shimmering in the light of the sun, and as strong as any armor. You'd presented it to him with a wide grin, and Dark Cacao accepted it without many words
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Dark Cacao sought out answers from his dear ally Hollyberry Cookie. "I don't understand Dragons," The Cacao King sighed after explaining all the details "They're so prideful. Can you make any sense of it?". Hollyberry put down her cup, barely containing a hearty laugh. "So they presented you with their finest scale, showed off their wings, introduced you to their nest, and make sure to protect you?" Hollyberry recounted, making sure she'd heard right. With a raised eyebrow, Dark Cacao nodded "Yes. They treat me like I'm weak. It's very arrogant of them, to think I can't act for myself". "Dark Cacao Cookie..." Hollyberry began, chuckling with every word "They've been courting you"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Dark Cacao had a warm flush rise to his cheeks as he sputtered at the mere suggestion. Courting?! No, no, you'd just been doing what all Dragons do! What all... notoriously selfish and Cookie-hating Dragons do... proving you can provide for him and giving this personal gift... oh. Oh no. This was much deeper than Dark Cacao had been expecting. Especially as he realized there was a small flicker of thrill in his chest at the idea. He'd won the eye of a Dragon, hm? Well, he was going to make sure he'd keep your attention on him
Ghost and his dragon!reader have very different meaning to preparing for the cold.
Ghost pulls out his thread bare, extra blanket and makes sure his teas are stocked up. He grabs his thickest socks and his one good jumper. That's about it.
Dragon!reader, on the other hand, is pulling out the most luxurious blankets to make a proper nest. They're grabbing their thickest clothing items and draping Ghost in as many layers as he'll allow. They make sure the fridge is stocked full with easy to heat-and-eat food and all the warm drinks will have the perfect amount of cream should they need it.
When the cold finally comes in, Ghost often finds himself under a sleepy, human-sized dragon, sweating from the heat radiating off his love while wearing all those layers. He struggles to escape his whining love to get to base. When he has a mission, Ghost has to keep his phone in a locker so he doesn't see all the sad pictures his love sends to try enticing him back home.
Soap, Gaz, and Price just watch in amused envy as Ghost struggles with a dragon who just wants their princess to hibernate with them.
Dragon cock is sheathed, looking more like a pussy until he's hard, Protruding from the hole and immediately leaking a thick slick from the tip... unless they're infertile, then it's a thinner, Watery consistency
Human cock doesn't work the same, but we don't know that.
Dragon! Reader assumes that Konig is enjoying it as much as he is, or else his cock would've been sheathed... maybe it's just floppy because that's how humans work..
Can I request Mydei and (male or gender neutral) reader who is a Beast of Strife?
Like they’re Nikador’s ride essentially and they also can morph into a human-like form. (Can be smth like a dragon or some other mythical creature you like)
After the Strife coreflame is retrieved and Nikador has fallen, Mydei goes to the beast of Nikador’s layer to convince them to aid the Flame Chase Journey and Heirs, but we only follow those we respect, so we demand Mydei prove his worthiness.
I imagine a small fight scene, like we spar with him to see if he’s worthy or not. (but its alright if its implied)
And Mydei does win our approval at the end and we follow him back to Okehma <3
(Based off a c.ai bot i saw not too long ago but i forgot who made it :( )
I love your writing and I’d love to see how you piece this prompt(?) together!! ❤️
“No Allegiance Without Proof”
Summary: After Nikador falls and the Coreflame of Strife is reclaimed, Mydei seeks out the last being bound to him—a powerful Beast of Strife. Refusing blind loyalty, the Beast tests Mydei’s strength and resolve. Through endurance and will, Mydei earns its respect. In the end, they forge a mutual understanding, and the Beast chooses to stand beside him on the path to Okhema and the battles ahead.
Tags: Mydei x GN!Reader, Reader uses ‘we’ to refer themselves, Beast of Strife!Reader, Dragon?Reader (Implied), Post-Nikador Death (aka after the retrieval of Coreflame), Trial by Combat, Slow Trust, Mutual Respect, Action, Light Angst, Shape-shifting, Allies to Partners.
Warnings: Violence (non-graphic), Combat/Sparring, Themes of Death and Loss, Mentions of Past Sacrifice and Implied Child Abandonment, Heavy Themes of Duty and Fate.
A/N: I think I have seen that one... 🤔 Since my exam got shifted to tomorrow, ima just post this for now because it was rotting away in my drafts and sadly wasn't fully finished (so sorry if it's not good, the ending was pretty rushed).
The first thing Mydei noticed was the silence.
Nikador’s layer—once a crucible of roaring flame and clashing wills—had fallen into a strange, watchful stillness. The air still burned, faint embers drifting like dying stars, but the presence that once dominated this domain was gone. In its place lingered something older. Something that did not bow to absence, nor mourn it.
Something that watched.
Mydei stepped forward, armored boots scraping against scorched stone. His cape stirred in the heat-laced wind, and his eyes narrowed, scanning the molten ridges and fractured pillars that marked the battlefield of a fallen god.
“I know you are here,” he called, voice steady, carrying through the cavern like a challenge rather than a plea. “Nikador is gone. His war is over. But Amphoreus still burns.”
A low rumble answered him.
Not from the ground—but from everywhere.
Flame gathered, coiling, rising—not wild, but deliberate. Controlled. It spiraled upward into a towering inferno before collapsing inward, condensing into form.
You emerged from the fire.
At first, it was the shape of a beast—vast wings folded in embered arcs, scales like molten gold and obsidian (feel free to change the colors), eyes burning with ancient, knowing fury. A creature forged not merely for battle, but for strife itself. Then, as the flames receded, your form shifted—shrinking, refining—until you stood before him in something closer to human shape.
Still, not entirely human.
Your eyes retained that same burning intensity. Your presence, that same suffocating weight.
“So,” you said, voice layered—human, yet echoing with something deeper, older. “The Last Prince walks into a grave and expects an answer.”
Mydei did not flinch.
“I did not come expecting anything,” he replied. “I came to ask.”
A faint, humorless smile tugged at your lips.
“We do not answer to kings. Not anymore.” You took a step closer, heat rippling with your movement. “We followed Nikador because he was worthy of being followed. Because he proved it.”
Your gaze sharpened.
“And you are not him.”
“I have no desire to be.”
That answer came too quickly to be rehearsed—and that alone gave you pause.
Still, you circled him slowly, like a predator deciding whether something was prey… or something worth testing.
“You want us to follow you into this ‘Flame Chase Journey.’ To fight for your cause. Your people. Your war.” Your voice dipped, quieter now, more dangerous. “Tell me, prince—why should a Beast of Strife kneel to you?”
“I did not ask you to kneel.”
Mydei turned to face you fully, posture straight, unwavering.
“I asked you to stand with me.”
Silence stretched between you—thick, heavy, pressing.
Then, softly, you laughed.
It wasn’t mocking.
It was interested.
“Then prove it.”
The words barely left your lips before the air exploded.
You moved first—faster than most mortal eyes could track. Flame burst beneath your feet as you lunged, fist already wreathed in searing heat. Mydei reacted on instinct, raising his arm to deflect, the impact ringing through his armor like a struck bell.
He slid back a step—but did not fall.
Good.
You pressed harder.
The fight was not chaos—it was precision. Every strike you delivered tested him, not just for strength, but for instinct, for adaptability, for will. You shifted forms mid-motion—claws flashing where hands had been, wings flaring to alter your momentum, flame bending to your command.
And still—he endured.
More than endured.
He adapted.
Mydei did not fight like a man trying to win. He fought like a man who had already lost everything—and refused to lose again. Each movement was measured, each counter deliberate. He learned you as you attacked, reading your rhythm, your shifts, your intent.
When you drove him back, he did not resist the motion—he used it, pivoting, closing distance instead of retreating. When you shifted into your more monstrous form, he did not hesitate—he stepped forward, into the heat, into the danger.
Into you.
The clash ended as suddenly as it began.
Your claw—halted inches from his throat.
His blade—resting, steady, at your side.
Neither of you moved.
The flames around you flickered… then stilled.
For a long moment, you simply looked at him.
Then—slowly—you withdrew.
The fire receded from your body, your form settling once more into that human-like shape. You exhaled, something quieter now, something almost… thoughtful.
“You’re not the strongest,” you said.
Mydei lowered his weapon, unoffended.
“I never claimed to be.”
“You’re not the fastest.”
“No.”
A pause.
“But you didn’t yield,” you continued, eyes narrowing slightly. “Not once. Even when you should have.”
His gaze met yours, steady as ever.
“If I yield now,” he said, “there will be no one left to stand later.”
That answer lingered.
It settled somewhere deeper than the fight itself.
You turned away from him, glancing toward the distant, dying glow of Nikador’s domain. For a brief moment, something unreadable crossed your expression—something like memory… or loss.
Then you sighed.
“…He would have liked you.”
Mydei said nothing.
He didn’t need to.
You looked back at him, that faint smile returning—this time, not sharp, not testing.
Certain.
“Very well, Prince of Nothing and Everything,” you said. “You have our respect.”
A flicker of flame curled around your arm, then dissipated.
“We do not kneel,” you reminded him. “But we will walk beside you.”
For the first time since entering that scorched domain, something in Mydei’s expression eased—not relief, not quite—but something close.
Edit: Heyyy wrote a little drabble from this idea yay!!! | And more!! | And even more!!
Non Mc!Reader who finds out she isn’t human, but a dragon, as her beastly features start to come in. She’s confused and scared by the sudden burn in her skull, the foreign skin growing on top of her own. And Sylus who finds her first, either through rumours or chance, looking at the pitiful thing and deciding to take her in, despite all his conflicting feelings.
Naturally, he is curious. He is meant to be the last of his kind. Beyond himself, he has never seen a dragon before. You confuse him a little.
Another part is protective, how quickly would you become a subject, threatening his existence just by being studied for yours.
And a soft part of him becomes a child again. Seeing himself alone to the changes of his body, alone to becoming a monster, alone to live out the rest of his days…
He can’t just leave you here. It wouldn’t be fair.
I have seen a lot of Dragon!Reader that were all half dragon but hey- imagine a REAL dragon coming in Twisted Wonderland ??
Imagine Grim opening the gate and being in front of a dragon, like Toothless that can destroy him without even trying.
Imagine Crowley and the Housewardens confusion when they see that, or the others students-
"I don't remember taking something that morning..." -literally everyone cause there no way a real dragon is here.
Malleus seeing another dragon and being like "finally someone like me !" And just being the happiest dragon ever and the Reader is just happy that someone else speak their language (dragon language).
Imagine during the overblots-
Housewardens (-Kalim, +Jamil) *start to overblot*
Dragon/Toothless!Reader : *attack them with the deadliest thing Crowley have ever seen and not killing the overblotters by all the Universe luck.*
Don't mess with the dragon-
Reader will be more fear than Malleus because they are a dragon incapable of understanding humans.
You know how humans used to kill dragons (well, in HTTYD) ? Imagine a Dragon!Toothless!Reader trying to kill all the humans at the ceremony because they think that the humans will kill them.
Dragon!Reader in the ceremony outfit. Just that.
No because imagine how pissed Grim will be when he saw that a dragon, that can't understand humand language, have the ceremony dress, was choose by the Dark Mirror, but not him ??
Chaos. I call it, chaos.
Chaos will be all this school will know after the Dragon!Reader have come. Will the NRC survive ? Probably not.
Yeah, it was just a small idea like that- (I watched How To Train Your Dragon and now I can only think of that-)
Imagine that the hybrid 141 was getting a teammate and that teammate was a hybrid and Laswell wanted it to be a surprise for the team what they are as in hybrid was and soon as they get off the aircraft and onto the tarmac, the boys realize that they’re with another dragon hybrid and her “heat” would be soon upon her (dark blue in to black better for stealth or, whatever you prefer, she also has her wings) how would the boys handle that you can take the story anyway you want 
This… I might make it self-indulging because this idea has been clawing at the back of my mind for a long while.
Cw: mating/heat cycle, fire/water magic, tell me if I missed any.
Laswell had Price wait for the surprise she had planned, the secret she kept from them when they received your file. It had all he asked for in attributes and skills, but all things personal that should have been on it were scratched out in black. He was told that it was a need to know basis, your name, age or species wouldn’t be divulged unless you told them yourself. He knew you from words from mouth to ear, ad read of your skill and efficiently but nothing he heard and found told him an ounce about you as a person. Your character was a mystery he died to know.
So when he got word from Laswell that your ETA was just over half an hour, he had the boys reconvene to the airstrip, watching the aircraft carrying you land not too far from them, the rotors slowing to a steady thrum. The anticipation that bubble din his chest made this moment crawl at a snail’s pace, the ramp lowering too slowly for his liking and the droning sound of the aircraft’s irking his ears. Then, seconds after the ramp fully dropped, he caught sight of blue horns, tines growing from a singular robust beam, segmented like those of a scale. Your head, covered by a custom made helmet to let your antlers peek out and sit comfortably on your head (at least you wore something, unlike his constant frustration with finding one that wouldn’t bother his horns), followed after you walked out, decked in your gear and a bag slung over your shoulders.
You weren’t what he was expecting, not exactly. He read that you had a masterful experience in hydromancy, stealing water from the air and humidity and contorting it to cause havoc in the field and cutting through the enemy. He and the others shared their theories, one possibility made you into a water witch, a leviathan, or one of those creepy monsters from the deep sea. Not what… whatever you were. You had elk-like horns painted in the deepest blue he’d ever seen and a tail covered in scales of the same shade, glistening under the light like it was wet with tufts of hair - or was it fur? - crawling down the base of your fourth limb to create a silky and soft end with long, slowing locks.
What were you? What was that smell? It got sweeter the closer you got, a softness that clung to his nose and made him salivate. He wondered how strong it must be for the Soap and König who’s noses were more enhanced and sensitive than any others, they’d probably sniff the source - you - out and answer his undying question.
“Captain Price,” you nodded your head, a small smile gracing your lips, your slitted eyes narrowed in greeting, “Hope I didn’t make you wait too long.”
That sweetness lingered around you and stuck to his hand when you shook hands, giving him a firm shake and stronger grip that he could admire for the strength you showed. Had you face been as bright as it was a few seconds before? Perhaps it was the musk that oozed off you, it was uneasily addicting and pleasing to his lizard brain, slowly moving the cogs of hos old machine. He watched you take a step back, making some distance between his Task Force and you, and his mind got clearer, nose less stuffy and cheeks wash away the slight flush. Then it hit him, the sweetness, the dazed perception of you and the growing need in his body, he was reacting to you.
“Sorry, I was told I’d be off for the week once I landed,” you cocked your head, sharing an apologetic smile, “My cycle follows the Lunar year.”
Ah, everything made more sense now, the gracefulness of your beautiful tail, the glistening of your scales and the sharpness of your horns. He had agreed to welcome another dragon to his Task Force, he was fortunate that Asian dragons were calmer and benevolent than his European counterpart.
