#dragon lucas

[zharizard666]

When the shrek au is so cursed you make the clausten overlord herself step down from her throne

[curiousaromantic]

how he grieves and mourns

Remember that panel (I CANT FIND ITTT) in the manhwa that implied (at least I understood it like that) Lucas destroyed Obelia after Athy was killed in her first life?

Let's clarify that I am only a manhwa reader, I haven't read the WMMAP novel.

Well, I just love the idea of Lucas going feral and protective because of Athy. And then, I was writing something before I could stop myself. It's just something short, but I haven't finished it and I have more ideas.

what if I write an AU where Athy isn't killed in her life but instead is kidnapped by god dragon Lucas who is tired of seeing Athy being neglected by his dad and decides HE will be the one to spoil her and love her and blablabla.

idk why I love the idea of Lucas being a dragon deity. anyways, I wrote it (a part of it?)

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The sky turned gray very quickly; nothing like the calmness of the obscure clouds that used to bring rain to Obelia during certain months of the year.

This time the sky burned.

So ardent and atrocious, cursing with all its immensity and magnitude. The sky became the host of the devil himself.

And the mortals implored. Yet Obelia burned for days, and since day one of this horrible tragedy the Empire was no more.

A pitiful end for such a once outstanding nation. A golden castle tore into pieces by claws, by god’s rage.

Much more time later, when Obelia was no longer a fresh catastrophe upon mortal minds and the earth was no longer quietly suffering the painful process of recovering from the devastation of death and fire, history scholars will wonder:

Why did the Obelian Empire fall apart in three days?

Fate is a silly thing. A mocking asshole.

It tempts you because it knows your deepest desires. It charms its way into the very core of your soul, it settles there all cozy and defenseless casting an absurd feeling of comfort.

Entities such as Lucas really should know better than to fall so low.

In the end, however, even creatures like Lucas, born with divine power and mana in their veins, became bound to earth and its disgrace. Earth's rules chained the children of the gods.

Romance was meant for mortals, for foolish humans. Lucas wasn’t meant for that; Lucas was meant to hoard treasures and knowledge, Lucas was meant to be people’s god.

Lucas became foolish. He liked pretty things and that was his first mistake.

Fate smiles cruelly when it discovers what you love.

Lucas profoundly believes that fate put that pretty thing in his path.

Foolish dragon, his mind whispers viciously when he finds himself thinking that it is difficult to decide if that pretty thing in his path is a curse or a blessing.

His second mistake was accepting fate’s mischievous gift.

She was bright, brighter than the sun; she warmed Lucas like nothing else. Her tiny mortal hands always caressing with such gentleness his own body, somehow lightening the weight Lucas didn’t know he had been carrying through an eternity of loneliness.

Athanasia. Her name meant for immortality, for divinity.

And Lucas —foolish, foolish dragon— thought back then that she was the first mortal he met befitting of such a name. He thought, so foolishly bewitched, that someday he would show her his full being, his whole and pure soul.

Back then he had wanted to tell her:

“You were meant for me.”

Because after all, was not Lucas the immortal she was meant for since her birth? Was her name not a sign of Lucas’ possession?

It was very easy to fall in love and that is what makes Lucas mad.

He doesn’t know if he is referring to the kind of mad that made him blush and unable to stop thinking about her for even a second, or to the kind of mad that ripped his insides and created Obelia’s fall.

He supposes both can fit into that sentence.

Falling in love was easy, too much if you ask him, but Lucas suspects that it was just because it was her; anybody else would not have been worth his attention.

[draconiscanticum]

Dangerous hoard

        The young dragon had never been in the hoard room before, he wasn’t sure whether or not he was allowed there. but seeing the door cracked open had peeked his curiosity. Just a peek.
         the room was larger then he had expected, and comfortably lit. it was filled with tables and book shelves, as well as news paper clippings, covered in gloss, drying and ready to be preserved for eternity. This was his mother’s obsession, his hoard.

         His human friends always looked at him funny when he said his mother hoarded memories, saying that Dragons are supposed to hoard treasure. He knew different of course, each dragon hoarded different precious things, things that to them, were worth more then any treasure. For his mother it was the family. the island he was raised on. the memories of people that he would eventually lose. A dangerous hoard. the young dragon had seen the truth in that as the humans that his mother loved started to expire. that was the only part of the memory that his mother couldn't preserve.         The young dragon finally spotted his mother. the old dragon was kneeling on the ground, his slip hanging loosely on his lithe frame, his blond hair, unusually well kept, was mussed, but still seemed to be perfect. the young dragon thought momentarily if he would gain such an ethereal form as the process of his change continued. 
          the old dragon’s ear twitched and he turned, his liquid gold eyes soft and nostalgic, “Oh, darling, I didn’t sense you come in, nave I been gone too long?” 
the young dragon shook his head, “I just wanted to… the door was open so I…” 
 Lucia smiled at his young, “you don’t have to be nervous, it’s okay for you to be in here, you’re old enough now.”        The young dragon walked to his mother and kneeled next to him. In front of them was an old looking television set, There was no sound, but the images showed a young woman in a red dress and long brown hair, arranging sunflowers in a vase, helped by a young pink haired Lucia. his form still elfin even at a young age.          “Is that grandma?” the boy asked.
 Lucia nodded, “It was so simple back then, the world was so full of magic, every day was a new adventure, I learned so much from them.”          The young dragon took his mother’s hand, “She’s sick isn’t she?” Lucia’s lip trembled and tears slid down his cheeks, “I know it’s hard for you to understand, you always understood the mortality of humans, you were never too sad when you lost a human friend, you knew they were never going to be permanent. But I was human once, The human bonds I made Before are still very strong inside me. It’s crippling… I must seem so weak to you…”          The young dragon nuzzled into his mother’s neck, “I have never seen you as weak, you are the benevolent, compassionate, steady Goddess that the humans need, you connect with them on a level that I could never understand. you love humans. that doesn’t make you weak.” 
        Lucia laughed, “when did you become so insightful?”    
 “I had a good teacher.” 
        Lucia purred, wiping his eyes. He waved his hand and the tv went off, “I think I’ve been wallowing in here long enough, how about we go to the park, stretch some muscles.”         “will you teach me some more magic?”        
Lucia stood, “I don’t see why not, The magic muscle does need to be stretched from time to time as well.” The old dragon giggled.         The dragon’s child smiled, and stood. The happiness of his parents was so important to him, they were the only two people on the planet that he could form a strong bond with. and he supposed, that really all he ever needed.