Happy Valentine’s Day! Sorry I don’t get around to posting all that often, but today, have another snippet. This time, featuring Marinette, our main dragon and the cause of many humans finally deciding to do something - for better or for worse. If you wanna read her whole chapter, consider donating to my ko-fi’s stretch goal! For detail as to what’s this is about, check this link out.
Her mother and father did their best from the day she hatched, but when she watched them fly in opposing directions to never meet again, Marinette felt like she never left her hatchling status behind. By nature, once a dragon could hunt on its own, they lived separately until they were ready to lay their own brood, but years trickled on. She left the nest that her parents had laid her and flew - no home, no land, and no mate - while watching the world change around her.
Scales, white as the moon and mane dark as a raven’s wing, her body snaked through the air while her large wings steadied her ascent and glide. Her claws touched upon many unique places - buildings that towered and twisted into the sky, mountain peaks with frigid howling winds, and forests that sung with life or shriveled to silent deaths. Blue eyes blinking, she observed and ventured on, never finding ‘that place’, never feeling ‘right’ or ‘settled’.
What place could be hers? Would she ever belong or have something of her own?
Ears and whiskers standing, Marinette warily watched the human crest the cliff she’d perched herself upon, but then narrowed her eyes. Perhaps she didn’t hold contempt for humans that same way her father did, but she was still wary of them. Still, the old human huffed and puffed and just looked forward.
“... Oh dear, this isn’t right.”
He didn’t even appear to acknowledge her - which, fine, she was used to that. But he had to know she was present; she was too large to be missed entirely. She watched him silently fiddle with a piece of parchment, looking at it then looking forward again.
“Mmm… it was the other turn. My…” Tutting under his breath, he looked at her - literally met her eyes, and she drew back her ears, refraining from curling her lip. “Yes, dragon, do you mind perhaps providing me a favor? I, of course, intend to gift you for your service.”
… He was actually talking to her?
That was bewildering, but staring at him, he likely traveled among the territory her mother’s kind held domain over. She supposed one thing for this human wouldn’t hurt; and besides, she’d leave after before any dragons came to see her gone. Ensnaring the old man in her whiskers, she took him down the cliff side with lofty ease, sitting back on her haunches once he was set down to ready her next take off.
She didn’t expect to be gifted the tapestry she was, nor drawn to it when she held it open. Her eyes grew as she took in all the details, the way the thread wove to make stand out seven figures like none she’d seen before. But she’d seen thread before; there was nothing special about it but… this was exquisite. Clutching it tight in her claws, she noticed the old man was no longer there, but that was fine. She needed more like this; needed to understand more about its craftsmanship, and had to gather it all.
And one day, she found her claw enclosing around a blonde human garbed in fine textiles and gold with slight confusion.
Ears standing as more humans came, she opened her wings and took off, wondering why for once her instincts were more interested in coveting the human draped in finery than the finery itself.
Two more days to write out in order to be caught up...!
Rating: G+
Genre: General, Fluff
Pairing(s): Adrinette
Summary: The life of a new husband and wife.
Warning: No beta! Set in Dragon’s Bride!AU.
It was not the life Adrien had been expecting when Marinette first abducted him from his kingdom, but he honestly could say he wouldn’t trade it for another. Waking up each day to the sight of her pale under scales, wrapped up by her wings, or cuddling with her humanoid form always had him beaming. When she too would awaken, he’d give her a kiss – either on her nose, a whisker, or lips if she would allow. There would be more snuggling before and after breakfast while they decided on what to do that day.
Somedays, they went out together.
The valley gave them ample to do together during the summer and fall seasons from hunting, fishing, foraging, swimming, and just walking. While they could fly, Adrien rarely asked if they would, not wanting to burden Marinette with his weight (‘Adrien, you barely weigh anything’) or make her feel like some lesser being (‘The power dynamic between us is in my favor, but I think I understand where you’re coming from’). Other times, he just had that lingering concern of being seen, but that worry always seemed foolish – no other humans were remotely around.
Other days, she headed out alone.
They might be ‘married’ in a human sense, but that didn’t change her nature. Those inherited instincts from her father drove her to bringing more to her hoard, adding to her pile of trinkets and gifting her precious mate. Adrien had a habit of fiddling with his collar at these times, this promised gift enough that she needn’t give him more, but maybe he more worried about what she might attempt to grab next and if she would be harmed in the process of doing so. He spent those quiet days fiddling with another instrument, composing music for her, or picking out a new book to read after they completed the one before.
It was always to his relief she returned unscathed, but allowing him to inspect all her scales just the same.
They dined and settled in on her mound of collected pillows, opting to read or talk before bed. His preferred place on her body was her breast – right between her forelimbs and above her heart – soothed by its beats and feeling secure by her claws.
Just another day that all was safe and well.
He awakened to her claws closed around him and the bright glow of her cerulean eyes, and noticed her baring teeth. He noticed all the signs and her thinned pupils, and looked towards their den’s entrance.
