(Inspired by @babyblankyerror Mullet Dragon AU)
(Also tagging @connorwitheyes as they help me with the ideas for both version of the dragon Stan, plus told them I would once I was done)
This is for my version of mullet dragon but I am working on old dragon stan too so look out for that. Also I’ll probably post both on A03 once I’m done with both.
It’s got hurt/comfort and some good fluff at the end.
here’s mullet dragon Stan Hope you enjoy:)
Ford woke up with a headache; he can’t remember what happened and he thinks he’s in the basement……
Ford looks around and it confirms his theory. It also looks like a fight broke out and….now that Ford was thinking about it…that is what had happened.
He had asked Stan to come down with him and help dismantle the portal, and they had gotten into some petty argument and Stan seemed way too emotional about it. It made Ford so mad as he been this way since…well the first fight down here….BUT he shouldn’t be getting so mad so easily!
He got mad that Ford didn’t hold the door for him once! Granted Stan didn’t say anything, but Ford could tell he was mad.
So, Ford asked why he’s been so emotional and Stan of course got mad. Ford then asked if it had anything to do with Bill. In his own defense he swears he’s seen Stan eyes change once while he was yelling.
Well….that was the wrong question to ask because now he was here in the control room.
There was no Stan is sight.
Ford gets up quickly stumbling a bit “Stanley?” He calls out but no answer.
He looks around the control room but there is nothing but a mess. Actually, it’s more of a mess than it was originally. He then locks on to something that definitely wasn’t there before.
Ford got closer to see it was a hole, a lumpy one that seemed quite deep…it’s like something had…melted into the ground.
Ford heard a noise come from the portal room. He immediately entered the portal room.
Now there definitely was something that happened in here because it didn’t look like this before….
Ford looks around to see quite a few of those melty looking holes in various sizes. There also…what looks like….claw marks..
Had the thing Bill said he would send to steal his eyes here!
Oh god! DID IT STEAL STANS EYES!!
Ford thoughts stop when he hears a whine. It sounds like a wounded animal…or maybe a creature..
Ford looks at the corner of the room where the sound came from. And what he sees makes him freeze in place.
A creature of some kind that looked around the size of a large horse curled in on itself. It’s back was facing Ford, and it appeared to be…in distress...
Ford looked around and saw a long piece of metal. He picked it up and walked over to the thing. As slowly walked over, the creature stopped making noises and Ford watched it bring it head around low to the ground and look at Ford with wide orange eyes.
Then the creature tries to get up having a challenging time getting its feet under control, but Ford took a couple steps back showing his weapon off to tell it to back off. That made the creature stop in its tracks.
It lowered its head as small whine escaped it. It looked…scarred or …ashamed? It was hard to tell as Ford could really only see its eyes.
Ford lowered his weapon only a little bit and asked “what are you? Who sent you?”
It looked at Ford and several different grunts and growls escaped it and suddenly its eyes widened as it was looking at its feet and faced Ford with determination as he tapped in a rhythm Ford was familiar with
It tapped ‘can. You. Understand?’
Ford nodded “yes I know Morse code”
The creature sighed and then seemed to hesitate but tapped.
Ford dropped the piece of metal and stared.
“S-STAN!?!?”
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“Fascinating” Ford said as he circled Stan. Stan grumbled in response, but Ford ignored it. Stan has seemed to have transformed into a dragon. A young one as he was only really about a foot and a haft taller than Ford while standing on all fours or sitting on his back legs.
Now that Stan wasn’t curled up in the dark corner he could see him a lot clearer now. Stan scales were a crimson red with faded black here and there. He strangely still had mullet and a line of hair that when all the way down to the tip of his tail. His eyes were orange and black silts; he also had 2 sets of horns on each side of his head. The most interesting thing was Stan had what seemed like a golden underbelly and lower jaw. The lower jaw was jagged and went over the upper jaw. His claws were also this same metal.
Ford got closer to Stan “Stanley would you mind opening your mouth…I want to see something”
Stan rolled his eyes but did it as Ford said. Ford saw all the sharp teeth that housed his brother mouth.
“Interesting, while your lower jaw seems like it would be enough to cut things you still have regular carnivore teeth. My guess is that it gives you a stronger grip or bite force..” Ford mumbles to himself
Stan looks unimpressed and taps : ‘you done.?’
Ford rolls his eyes “Stan I have to get a full look at you to understand how this happened. Thought it clearly ties into why have been quicker to anger as of recent but when did that…..humm”
Ford turned to face Stan “Stan… what is the last thing you remember after I got knocked out?”
Stan looked down at the ground and tapped
Ford sighed “it’s….not fine but I’m just glad bill didn’t take over, plus you clearly weren’t in your right mind so….I’ll let it slide for now”
“Now tell me what you remember” Ford asked
Stan tapped slowly
‘Pain.shoulder. Then everything. Hot. Pain’
Stan stopped and clenched the ground with claws, leaving marks on ground. Then Stan head jerked a bit and then turn around away from Ford and started coughing.
“Stanley! What..are you-“
Ford watched as Stan threw up a small bile of what looked like yellow lava. Him and Ford both watched as it sunk through the floor. Stan lowered his head further and tapped
Ford shook is head “it’s alright, you clearly needed to get it out of your system or your body is till adjusting to the change”
Stan nodded but didn’t tap anything else
“You said your shoulder hurt?” Ford said
Stan nodded and turned his head around to look at his back, and he looked surprised for a second, most likely not used to the flexibility of his neck but shook it off, looked at Ford, and tapped
Ford blinked “ah right any thing on your shoulder would likely have transferred to your wing” Ford gesture to the wing closes to him.
Stan eyes got a bit big and looked at him like he hadn’t realized they were there. He looked at his wing, and it unfolded. Both of them were surprised that Stan wings were the same shiny gold as his belly and the top were the same color as his scales.
Stan watch himself open and close them seemingly mesmerized by them, Ford almost wishes he knew what was going on in his head.
Oh my Moses! how could he forget about that!
“Stay right there Stan! I have something that will make communication much easier” ford said
Stan nodded still looking at his wings, Ford rolled his eyes and went to the control room. It took a little rummaging, but he found it! The animal mind reader Fiddleford made!
He grabbed the small radio attached to collar and the small attachment that would need to be inserted some near Stan’s brain but hopefully Stan won’t mind.
Stan was still looking at his wing and Ford unhooked the collar and luckily the material Fiddleford used was stretchy enough that it fit around Stan neck. He turned it on to hear nothing but static. Then he took attachment (a small needle with a little circle at the end) and luckily Stan was distracted enough to to where he didn’t notice Ford about to insert the needle into the side of his face next to his horns.
Once the needle was in Stan whipped his head around almost hitting Ford. Then a static voice rang out:
Both of them freeze, and blink at each other. Stan looked down and notice the collar and tugged it a little with his claws.
“Stan stop that; it’s a communication device. My lab partner designed in case I needed to ask anomalies questions and I couldn’t understand them. Just try talking through your outside thoughts” Ford said
Stan blinks a bit at the devices and slowly nods and then the static voice comes back:
Stan looks down at the device and then back up at Ford:
“whoa! Hey! That’s me! Holy shit! Ford! You really did turn into a mad scientist!”
Ford rolled his eyes “yes, well I’m not mad but I did become a scientist, now would you mind showing me your wing”
Stan nodded and unfolded his wing and began rambling a bit: “ yeah, just, wow this feels weird like…really weird. Like,I feel things moving that shouldn’t. Or like, I can see really well in here now and your shorter than me, which is also weird but God I’m so glad I can talk now. Tapping was a pain, like I remember stuff but it’s hard to tap some words. Also, you think-“
Stan turns to look at ford “yeah?”
Ford gulped looking at Stan wing “I think I might know what have caused all this, your mood changes and the dragon thing”
Ford put a hand on Stan wing right over the brand “all your behavior started after I….burnt you, the rune is supposed to protect the place it was carved into but maybe it only gives the power to protect to someone. Which in your case seems to be a dragon power? I’m not sure, this is just a theory”
Stan folds his wings and looks away from Ford “so…...do you think you can change me back?”
Ford sighed “I……I don’t know, but I promise once I’ve figured out bill-“
“BILL!?” Stan whips his head around “YOU'RE REALLY THINKING ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW! REALLY!?”
“Yes! Really! Stan, we have discussed this it could mean the fate of our ENTIRE world! I thought you’d finally understood that but apparently not” ford scoffs
“You don’t think…I understand?” Stan says
“No, you don’t, really Stanley if you had done as I had first asked an-“
A low, deep and downright chilling growl surrounds Ford, that fear from early grabs him tightly making him freeze in place. Ford brain starts to reel and suddenly he’s the only person in the room and all he knows is there a predator in front of him.
A voice now unknown to him starts to talk:
“No. YOU. Don’t get it. LOOK AT ME FORD!”
Ford doesn’t look but the static voice continues.
“IM A FUCKING DRAGON!! WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!!!”
Ford flinches a bit but continues to stare at the ground. Staying silent to make sure he isn’t noticed.
Ford knows it’s true, he doesn’t know what the voice is talkings about, but he knows…….
“STOP ACTING LIKE IT ITS MINE!!! I DIDN’T ASK TO GET INTO THIS!!”
Ford hunches up his shoulder to try and make himself smaller lowering his head to look at the ground.
“I don’t even know if I can fit in the damn elevator and I just….I can’t stay like this!!”
Ford realizes that it gets harder for him to breathe. How do you breathe again?
“It’s like you don’t even!……”
The voice and the growls stop. A silence filling the room.
Ford releases of breath he didn’t know he was holding. Right, breathing how do you do that?
Huh, how did it know its name, and why does it sound familiar.
“Stanford…can…can you hear me?”
It’s strange it knows its name but ford answers the best he can, he nods.
“Okay…good, Ford ya need to breathe buddy..,huh…in for 5 out for…7 I think…..okay?”
Ford realized the voice sounds a lot calmer, so he tries to take its advice. It’s a little hard but he finally gets the hang of it but he feels a little lightheaded and his feet feel heavy and he loses he balance and falls-
He looks to see an orange eye, surrounded but red scales…..right, Stan. There was never anyone else, but him and Stan so why did?….why did it seem like for a minute it was only him?
Stan uses his head and neck to support Ford.
“Let….let me get you to a chair okay, just hold on…I’ll try to keep you steady” Stan says
Ford nodded and they made there way to control room where ford was able to sit in the chair by the control panel. Stan laid full down with his back behind Ford.
Ford felt there was a reason for that.
“Stan, can you look at me?”
Stan didn’t make move but then his head came around but still had it to where it was lying on the ground.
Stan cuts him off “no. It’s not”
Ford blinked he was a bit surprised about that
Stan continued “I….I scared you…. That’s not fine…none of this is”
Ford scoffed a little “you didn’t scare me”
“Ford you couldn’t look at me the whole time, hell! You had a damn panic attack!” Stan said
Ford winced a little “yes well….i still wouldn’t say I was scared more… imitated?”
Stan huffed “great…that’s so much better” he closed his eyes
There’s was a bit of a silence between the brothers until Stan said-
Stan looked at Ford then back to ground “for yelling and scar- I mean ‘imitate’ you. Y-you are right, getting rid of Bill comes first. I don’t know why I….” Stan sighed “I just…. I’m not trying to fight or hurt you……I don’t why I get mad” Stan sounded so small at then end.
Ford looked at Stan then sighed as he looked away to the protagonist room:
“Well….i don’t know why I do ether. I never seem word things very well though….that could be from the lack of sleep” Ford mumbles the last bit.
Stan huffed “Moses, Ford how long has been since you slept?”
Ford thought about it “ummm….i think 73 hours….maybe”
“Okay yeah you need sleep…like now” Stan almost stands but realizing that if he did, he would probably hit his head on the ceiling. So goes back to laying down but his head stays up
“ Stanley I explained this already, I can’t sleep! I’m not risking bill taking me over especially right here! Plus…I…I can’t let him hurt you” ford said the last part quite and grabbing some of the books on the desk to keep his mind occupied, maybe they had some notes on rune.
“Does Bill like…can he only do what you can do or does he have like…superpowers or something?”
Ford shakes his head “Bill is only limited to what I can do, so yes, he can’t use his power while he possesses me”
“Ford, then what the hell are you going to me like this?” Stan says
Ford blinked, right, Stan was a dragon. If anything, Stan was more likely to hurt Ford.
Stan might actually be able to keep him down while he sleeps….
Ford shakes his head “look, even if you could prevent Bill from hurting me or you. There are to many things to get done and I don’t have time to-HEY!!”
Ford feels himself being lifted up and out of his chair by Stan grabbing his coat collar with his mouth. Stan drags him to where he’s lying down next to Stan. Then Stan uses his tail to curl around Ford side the Stan curl his neck and head the same way. Stan even wiggles his neck in way that Ford head is resting on it. Ford tries to get up but then Stan unfolds his wing cover the both of them.
Stan opens one eyed and smirks “hey. You need sleep Pointdexter, plus this way if he shows up, I’ll know and can pin ya down easy. Okay?”
Stan moves his head closer to where Ford has to move his arm and lays it on the hair on the top of Stan head.
“I won’t let him hurt ya…..i promise….just…trust me..” Stan looked at Ford, those orange eye glowing a bit.
Ford blinks, trusting Stan didn’t seem like the logical thing to do. The last time that happened his project was broken and Ford research was almost destroyed but…for some reason….Ford couldn’t help but trust him.
Ford sighed “alright…I’ll…I’ll try.”
“Thanks Ford” Stan gave a small happy grunt and closed his eye
Ford without even thinking started running his hand through Stan hair which was a lot softer than he thought it would be. Stan even leans into the touch and Ford finds that a bit amusing.
Ford then starts to scratch at Stan head and to more amusement, Stan tail starts thumping next him and then….something else happens..
A soft rumble starts to come from Stan and it vibrates Stan and Ford whole body. Ford while surprised doesn’t stop scratching his brother's head. Stan though, is quick to open his eyes and blink at Ford.
“Ford….what…what’s happening?” Stan asks sounding nervous
Ford chuckles tried, now petting Stan rather than scratching.
“I believe……your purring, Stan” Ford says with a smirk
“Purring?.….” Stan says sounding a bit taken aback.
Ford just nods against Stan neck, his eyes feeling heavy.
“Like….like a cat?” Stan asks his eye still wide looking at the ground.
Ford nods again “it would appear that way…” Ford yawns “I…I didn’t know dragons could though…I’ll have to read up on them…” looking at Stan with haft open eyes
Stan blinks then huffs and grumbles most likely a bit embarrassed, Stan closes his eyes but then opens one to look at Ford up and down.
“Does…..does it help?…ya know…with you sleeping?” Stan asks sounding a bit small.
Ford thinks on it and nods against Stan warm neck “yes…I think so. Your also quite warm…I hadn’t realized how cold the house was” Ford says putting a hand against Stan neck. Feeling the nice warmth that came from Stan.
The purring gets a bit louder and Ford feels Stan tightening himself around Ford as if to make sure no heat escapes. Ford smiles a bit at the kind gestures
It reminds him of when it would get too cold in Jersey and Stan would help warm him up by them sleeping in the same bed since Stan was always ran a lot hotter than Ford did.
Ford yawns and shifts a bit to get in a better position and without thinking says:
Stan shifts a bit but then says:
Ford closes his eye and the first time in so long. Ford and Stan have a dreamless sleep.
