Luna Moth (Lorulian Ver.) Ravio and Skipper Butterfly Link. Link became a Butterfly during the change in a Link to the Past, originally being a dragonfly. At first he thought it was a curse, similar to how he took on the form of a Rabit in the other realm when he was trying to be Hylian, but it was never broken. Later on, when Ravio came knocking on his door pregnant at revealed himself to be not only his hylian counterpart, but his Medioinsecti counterpart, he realized it was a necessary change so that Ravio could be a moth. He also quickly realized that he was very much into giant hubby.
Young Link and more info bellow!
Link as a young dragonfly (Halloween Pennant). He wasnt as fast as he would be when he'd grow up and he was around the hight limit he'd reach. However, due to becoming a Skipper, his speed slowed down significantly, and he only grew a touch higher. Thus he started focusing on his strength rather than his speed. He also doesnt remember anything as a Nymph (While Ravio does remember being a larvae) and this condition gets passed down to a single kid of his.
At least he kept most of his colors. All three kids take more after his colors (save for the pink).
Link's thoughts are 70% Ravio. He's good at hiding it outside of his close friends and husband, thankfully, so the Chain has no clue (save for Wild). The chain also has no idea (save for Wild and at some point Hyrule) that Legend is actually a bug playing hylian.
Legend has average Magic and bellow average Hypnosis. He does best in blending in (which is odd cuz he's pink but he manages) and strength. Due to being a rather common bug, or at least looking like one, he's also very good at sneaking around when hes smol.
Ravio has very strong magic/hypnosis/sleep powder. He's not good at sneaking due to the sheer size of him and he's easy to spot during the day. He easily covers these faults with Hypnosis and Sleep Powder his species is naturally able to produce form their fluff and wings. If he really wanted to, he could conquer a small kingdom. Thankfully for Hyrule, he's a nerd, a wuss, and is busy raising his kids. He loves his husband very much but ultimately loves his kids more (he nearly died giving birth and then again when they were cocooned).
Both their lives are cut down by someone they love dearly and that will haunt him for the rest of his life (or at least until he gets hit with an amnesia beam).
Sooo uhhh... Ravio's not sure how to feel about his husband wanting to be treated like a worthless pesky insect. Link assured him that this was a new thing to him (he started to get the urge to be squished when he saw how big Ravio's true self was compared to him) and he'd keep it minimal. That was last year. Ravio has 6 new pairs of boots since then, all bought by the money stingy Link. Boots Rav didnt even ask for or look at (not that he's complaining!).
Zelda is kinda sick of being told she can come in and then seeing Ravio sitting on Link with his heavy and dangerous looking boots on his head while the hero giggles.
Irene thinks its the funniest thing ever.
At least Link only acts this way towards his husband and said husband doesnt mind too much (and their toddlers are clueless). Though Zelda gets the feeling if they hadn't ended up together and Ravio had stayed in Hyrule, she'd have to keep Link in the dungeons for the Moth's safety.
Lets not let the world know the chosen hero had become a pervert.
As teens they had alot of mental health issues they inherited from both ShMilk and PV. Plus Dark Enchantress having supervised visits with Vanilla Milk is always tramatizing, even if she still considers her something like a mother. Lily tries her best but even she can only do so much. You know the saying; it takes a village to raise a child (x2). They eventually get some help and medicine and then... other things (weed/art).
Blue admires Black Saphire and learned alot from him while Van kinda loses herself for a bit, relying too heavily on recreational drugs but she does find deep interest in magic eventually (despite not wanting anything to do with it at first). She's best with concoctions, making new magic runes. She works under Alchemist Cookie for a bit to learn alchemy (ShMilk was NOT happy). She ends up taking a bit after all four parents (including Dark Enchantress) while Blue ends up taking after his Uncle (and a lil bit ShMilk but he'll take that to the grave thx) b/c hes actually cool.
While Van has a hard time finding their place in the world, Blue struggles with their gender until their mid teens. They both have a eating disorder at this point in time, and Blue's gender dysmorphia is the main cause (plus the regular depression). Eventually he comes out while trying to protect Van and instead of criticism the whole family has to explain that Lily is Trans and ShMilk (though they go between) was originally born female as well. He's kinda mad that he didnt get to yell at everyone but is later happy that hes not alone. He ends up transitioning soon after and Van also receives help, though it takes longer.
Welp. Its official. I cant not draw Katsuki Bakugou as an albino. Just something that will always happen now.
SirenXDragon au (or was it dragonxsiren?). Izuku is a very powerful mage, even among sirens. Thus, with the right components, he himself can become a dragon. Though he kinda looks more like a noodler eastern dragon. A very feathery noodle eastern dragon. He doesnt become a dragon super often cuz its kinda uncomfortable but its fun to play with Katsuki and the kids on equal size and strength.
He actually had tried to adjust the components to be bigger since Katsuki grew quite a bit once he became an elder dragon and now is as big as his mom (who is one of the biggest western dragons). Unfortunately, hes too big most of the time, and the components to be that big are banned so he usually shrinks himself to match his family's size and to fit into their home. That and his food consumption was too high. Best to just stay normal-ish size.
Himiko actually gets her giantess blood from Katsuki being from a line of Elder dragons, thus she inherited part of that early making her one of the rare few non-elder dragons that are about as big as an elder dragon. This includes her upper siren half, which is unusual (but shes an odd girl in general). Others often mistake her as half giant because of this.
I might adjust the designs still, but I just wanted to draw noodle deku.
Scales, Feathers. Tails, Tethers. Please turn my Lights Off.
A BakuDeku DragonXSiren au fic. Mentions of mpreg, depression, and suicidal thoughts (it's there).
Chapter 1.
When I was little I found a tiny wounded bird smaller than the smallest chick I had ever seen. It was so small I was convinced, despite it's fluffy feathers, it was a bettle of some sort with a long head.
"Momma! Daddy! Look what I found!"
"Eh? What's that?"
"It's a weird bug!"
"That's not a bug, sweetheart. That's a fletching hummingbird."
"Huh?"
My father explained they were the smallest birds to exist and one of the fastest. Despite that, though, it looked like it wouldn't ever fly. It's wings were broken.
"Why don't we take care of it?"
"Can we?! It looks like it'll die from being looked at!"
The fletching shivered, terrified of the great beings that held it in a palm, despite the fact we were currently traveling through the mountains disguised as humans on our way back home.
"It might, but it wouldn't hurt to try. This little guy looks like he wants to fight for life."
I blinked at him, then at the feathered mess in my small hands that had perfectly cupped the small thing.
"It can't fight for shit."
Because how could it? It would die no sooner than the morning would come. My father just laughed and shook his head.
"One day you'll understand, Katsuki. Why don't we show your mother and we can take care of it together?
"Show me what?"
My mother approached from behind carrying a giant stag. She looked at my chubby human child hands and her eyes widened.
"What's wrong?"
"Uhh.. nothing. Just sorta reminds me of a friend I had before I met you."
"You had friends?"
"You little-"
"Yes, your mother has friends."
My father had laughed but there was a strain in his voice and my mother had a far away look in her eyes. I didn't know what she was thinking about until later.
My father and mother let me carry the fledgling bird back to our camp for the night. They both knew an odd amount about hummingbirds, but I didn't question it as my mother was one of the eldest in our kindom. Everyone but father and I called her 'Elder'. I just called her 'Hag'. That would come to haunt me with my own children.
The next morning I was surprised to see the fledgeling hopping around in the make-shift nest we made the night before, twittling something not quite pretty but not quite ugly. It was alive and better than before. My parents said they were surprised it made it through the night, but I knew they just used magic to make it better. Probably because my last pet died terribly and they felt bad. So I took it the rest of the way home and kept it fed and happy. By the time we arrived back to our home, it's wings were miraculously healed and it was able to flutter around, it's wings becoming too fast for eyes to see but a blur. It would flit by my head and chirp happily before resting on my head.
When I took to my regular size, it seized up for a moment like it had a small heart attack before shaking it off and zipping up to rest on my head. Like it wasn't scared when it realized i was still me. Like I wasn't a great beast. But then again, with how small it was, I probably had seemed that way when I first found it. I had given it a name and told it mine, but it would only make a chirp that sounded like the first part of my name. It was close enough and impressive for a creature like it was. My parents were impressed.
As months passed the fledgling's feathers gained more color going from black with flecks of green to green with blue down the neck with a sheen of purple, black still staying at the tips of it's wings. I found that it's long break was for drinking nector in flowers and it's small size aided it in flying faster than most of its predators, not that any dared to approach with me near. By the end of summer it was still the same size but it's feathers were a bit more shiney and refined, it flew faster than I could keep up. I thought this little thing was quite amazing. Probably one of the best birds to exist. It was my pride and my friend. My parents were growing worried though. They said it may be stunted because of how we found it as the bird was still in it's fledgling state, though it did seem to have aged a bit. According to them, it's feathers were still to puffy and new, it's beak not the same sharpness as a trained adult's. It's colors not as bright. But these things happen in nature, they said. Some animals are born stunted. Some are injured and remain that way. Still, they were glad I had a friend that kept me happy and busy.
Mother still had that far away look in her eyes.
One day a humming bird that looked the spitting image of mine arrived on a branch when we were playing. I knew what my parents were talking about when they said mine was stunted. This bird looked older, in an odd way. It's body seemed more firm with shiney feathers that glittered like our best and most prized gems in the sun. It was slicker and beak sharper and had a look in its eye that made it seem just as wise as my mother, if not more so. It was jarring to see the spitting image of my bird but older, as if time had turned and folded, spitting out my bird from forward in time. Something about this bird made me feel uneasy. But then my little bird zipped straight to this new one and began nuzzling under them. That's when I realized this bird was my birds mother. After all, I did the same at times.
I didn't see them again.
Years later, too many to care about, I grew up. I was the pride of my people and would one day take over my mother's position who held the title of Queen. The elder position was still ways off, but rulling was closer than ever. I had spent my entire life getting stronger and being the best, the top, the future king. And I would be the best any had ever seen. I would rule my people with strong claws and unparalleled strength. I would need no one but myself. And I would keep it that way, even going as far as denying any attempts at match making. At least I did until I was knocked out for a split second by the strongest magic I had ever felt beside my mother's.
A human stood before me, green and black hair, dark tan freckled skin, holding a large staff that humanoids often used to channel magic pointed straight at me, panting from overexerting himself. The magic he had used wasn't possible. Not for any humanoid. Sure, with enough training long lived species of any nature could eventually defeat a dragon, but not a dragon to be king. This... This was impossible, and everyone knew it. The crowd that had just been cheering for me to eat this human was now screaming in anger. I wanted to scream in anger too. I was the one beat by an ant! Not them!
I had only become human and limited my power to fight this human one on one on equal terf. I'm not one to disrespect any who wish to better themselves and test their strength, and I wasn't petty enough like the others to humiliate them, ant or no. But this wasnt supposed to happen. It was just letting him go all out and getting the chance to prove himself to the other races! He wasnt supposed to actually beat me! I was furious, but my body was still numb. My father flew down to me, human now, to check on me. He was always much to kind. Besides, I was fine in the end. Just heavily jarred and a bit concussed. I eyed my mother who watched unmoving from the arena's throne. She wasn't looking at me, instead her gaze was focused on the human with that look I hadn't seen since I was a child holding my fledgling friend in my palm. The crowd of our kin screamed for a rematch, for the victors head. But they were all losers, always had been. They couldn't accept defeat from something other than another dragon. Even if it was a god.
My mother blinked and raised her giant wings that eclipsed the sun behind her.
"This human child is the winner!"
She had called and I felt my heart go into my stomach. I looked at the winner who was grinning at my mother, his teeth a bit too white for my taste. My mother dipped off her throne and as she descended she took on a human form like me and my father before landing. I felt like I was going to vomit with what was about to happen. This made me hate the human with every inch of my existence.
"Your majesty"
The human was paying respects to my mother. But then my mother opened her mouth and said something unexpected. "How's your mother? She's... She's alive.... Right?"
The human's eyes grew impossibly wider as he gapped like a carp.
"I... Uh.. yes. I talked to her the other day."
"Good. I'm glad she's alright."
Mother looked relieved for some odd reason.
"Yeah. Um.. about the prize. I don't really need it. You can give it to the runner up, I guess?" He looked back to me but didn't seem startled at the glare of boiling hate I was sending at him while mentally wishing for his immediate death.
"Unfortunately, that's not possible. There will be a betrothal ceremony in 5 days. If you're not there, you forfeit your life." Despite the threat, my mother didn't seem at all concerned, as if she knew this man would attend no matter what.
The man blushed and gapped again and I wanted to beat him to the ground so bad.
"Betrothal?!?" He looked to me and then back to my mother. "Is that why my mother told me not to fight? I thought this was just a tournament!"
"It is, to most species. But only because no one had ever expected a non-dragon to beat my son, the heir to our kingdom. It's never happened before. Yet here we are." She looked to me, her aura more of a queen and an elder than a mother. "Pick yourself up, Katsuki, and introduce yourself to your betrothed."
And then my parents left us alone.
The man called himself Izuku, a powerful mage. I could feel it now that we werent surrounded by dragons and other various species that this Izuku wasnt human now, but I couldn't put my finger on it. He also felt familiar. This marriage that I had fought so hard against and even made a deal with my mother that if I beat every contestant, I wouldnt have to marry for a much longer time, was now well out of my class. I was marrying a stranger that was somehow stronger than me.
"I finally caught up." I had heard him whisper between pants right after he had knocked me on my ass earlier and the thought that beating me, though a bit aspiring later in life, pissed me off more than anything I had ever experienced. Even more than my tiny friend leaving me to be with it's family. Because how dare this short lived mortal be so familure with me! This creature that would die before i would have a chance to rule was not only stronger than me, but now my mate that would be recorded and laughed at for the rest of this world's history. That something so insignificant could be made significant with just some hard work alone. The ant that became God.
Izuku apologied relentlessly and I near bashed his head in for it. There was nothing that could be done. I was tied down by an insignificant nothing and I couldn't do anything about it. I swore, as soon as I became King I would get rid of this ridiculous tradition. The night of our engagement came. In 100 years we would be, as humans say, wed. Id have to teach this ant to act like a dragon somehow. Even if it was a long lived humanoid, it was still not worth it in the eyes of my race's span. Id basically be teaching him how to walk, only for him to get it on his death bed.
As human custom from somewhere, my mother had us use neck bands to signify our relationship. We could take them off after the ceremony but Izuku kept glancing away from my glare with a reddening face and I ended up crushing my collar despite doing my best to hold back. I kept glaring at him. With any luck he'd get the hint and off himself tonight. It's the least he could do for this shit he pulled. Then the ceremony ended and no one seemed very happy but my father and mother who would every now and then give each other soft smiles.
"Your highness." Izuku had bowed to my mother in a more private setting. "While I'm honored to be betrothed to your son, I wish for a favor."
My mother had turned to him and motioned him to continue.
"To be honest, I only ment to stay for the competition. I'm... Not quite strong enough yet." Her eyes widened and I thought it was bullshit. He wanted to get stronger??? Had I not been still red-faced mad id have respected the asshole. "Please give me more time before I marry your son!"
"Your strong enough as is."
"But he'll get stronger! I want to stand by him, as an equal."
My mother studied him for a moment, understanding that left me confused blossoming in her eyes. She smiled brightly. "I'll give you 200 more. Katsuki could use the time anyway." I gaped and Izuku bowed again.
"Thank you! I promise I'll return!!"
He left before morning and I didn't see him again. Not for 400 years.
My mother, despite having said 300 and not 400 gave him time anyway. She said it was payment for connecting her with her dear friend again. I'd never seen her so happy in my life as I did when she received a letter from a woman named Inko. She looked brighter than I ever thought was possible and our people thrived more than before.
Only months before my correnation I thought my mother had finally sent someone to kill that lying long lived asshole when he appeared again. He stood taller than before with darker skin and dark hair tipped at the ends with purple and blue feathers. His aura had only grown more pronounced and though 400 years had passed, he only looked like a young adult but with the eyes of a man who had seen all of the world and experienced all it's wonders. I felt a bit jealous of that. Still, this man had broken a promise so I challenged him. Should he beat me, things would continue as they would have 400 years ago. But if I beat him, he'd die.
That man... That man was as powerful as my mother now, possibly even more so. I had grown near her level through the years and in a short 20 thousand years, I could become an elder just like her. If things went well it would happen much sooner. Despite the amount of times I swore I had bested him, hed just get up and pull out something new. What made my mother call it was when I was so tightly wrapped by something so utterly impossible and ridiculous that I could hardly budge without suffocating myself or having sharp small teeth inpale my jugular. I was livid with my failure but more accepting with my own short comings now.
This human... Thing... It had proved itself worthy to be the mate of a king dragon. No one would question it now.
And just as I started to try to guess what this creature really was, it said something that gave me pause.
"You've really grown a lot, Kacchan!"
Kacchan was the sound the little bird made all those years ago. It's what it called me when it tried to say Katsuki.
"What did you call me?"
"Kacchan?"
"How the FUCK do you know that?!" I stalked closer to him, growling and letting my scales crawl up my limbs and onto my back and stomach.
"Well I had a hard time calling you Katsuki and you seemed to like it." I did like it, but only when my bird did it. My bird that was very much dead because it had been so long ago. He then had the gal to look very panicked. "You remember, right Kacchan!? We promised we'd always be friends! That we'd fight together, even if I was smaller! We'd have each other's backs!"
I had said that. To a bird. One long gone by now.
Izuku's eyes were big and glossy, tears pricking at the edges before falling down on star kissed cheeks. "I know it's been a long time, but I'd always intended to keep it!" The grown ass man sniffled patheticly, and had I known any better, Id say it hurt a bit to watch him look at me with eyes that big and a wobbly lip, like I had broken his small heart. Quickly that sniffle turned into a hiccup and then a sob and the next thing I knew he was on the floor crying something so hauntingly beautiful it took every fiber of my soul and magic to keep myself from going to him and whispering sweet nothings into his feathered hair. It felt like every sound that came out of his pretty lips made my heart hurt with him. I wanted nothing more than to comfort my soon to be mate. But I was a dragon, and that came with so much stubborness that it managed to ground me in place and breath shakey breathes.
Something deep in my mind clicked. The beauty that I just now seemed to be seeing, the song between his lips that filled the air with thick turbulant Magic that was only kept away thanks to the strong enchantments around us, and the the big green eyes that spoke of wonders of the world. I was sure now. This was no human or long lived species. It was like me. Like us. A creature just as old and powerful. A creature that was once considered Gods themselves before they were hunted out of fear by humans and those like them. Creatures that lived in air, land, and sea.
A siren.
I had heard about them from my mother when i was a child, shortly after my little Deku had left me. They were a species that came into existence along with dragons and were even considered rivals. But unlike dragons, Sirens were cursed gods. They were born with only so much magic that started to leak out of them as soon as they were concived, making them, much like dragons, slow to reproduce as most didn't make it out of the egg. They held a great affinity, though, for all magic types and could hold a great mass of it. But because of the leakage, they had to source their magic from other creatures less they wish to die. Because of this, their life expectancy is tied directly to the magic they hold. What would look like an old woman could easily become young and beautiful as long as she ate something with potent magic. And because they leaked magic they were made to use it better than all. Magic that would come out of their pours would instead wrap around their vocal cords, their sounds becoming words, thoughts, meaning and turning it into power. Only dragons could match their innate magic.
That was the only way any of this was possible. And if he really was the little bird from then...
"De-ku...?"
The name felt like ash on my tongue but the man immediately stopped his enchanting wail. He blinked up and me and then smiled, eyes softening at me. "You remember!"
I ended up marrying that siren, which I did get to confirm by both him, my parents, and his mother who had been that older humming bird who had taken him away from me so long ago, was in fact my Deku. I still hated him for a bit after that, but I was crowned and busy taking over what my mother had given me. Izuku, impressively, helped quite a bit. The younger dragons quickly eased up to him and found his strength worthy of their king, though the older ones did not. I quickly found myself not hating this siren for much longer. He was strong and kind and beautiful. Not that he wasn't handsome when he was human, but he fit my taste better as a siren than his human disguise. His feathers had slimmed down and become like a polished sparkling gems in the moonlight. Beautiful in every angle. I wasnt able to keep myself from him long.
Within just 20 years we became mates in more than official means. He was my heart and I adored him. Through the years we would go out and enjoy a small few years as other creatures, both for diplomatic reasons, and as a general break. We had children too. Turns out when you mix two species who have an impossible time having children, you get extremely fertile eggs. My parents beamed at that as this meant a better future generation.
Decades passed then the time of man arrived and all things that werent human were hunted to extinction. I had to hide my people and others. I could have wipped the humans out and let dragons reign again, but my husband told me it was the way of nature. It would balance out in time. He had always been better at future sight than I. Plagues passed over the humans and reduced their numbers but they'd just spring back up faster than weeds. Soon enough wars became bigger, humans found and fought over new land, trade, spices, people. Art covered history, history only fairy tales and my people and others were forced to become one with them. We saw the rise and fall of kingdoms and the eradication of people's only different by some miles and an accent. New technology was made and evolved. Wars now reached over waters and to different continents. Legends and stories were adapted and changed. Things developed faster.
My husband was hypnotized by the human's new technology and aided in their research. We had both come to know all there was to know on magic, and though he still loved and studied it, with the rise of human technology and magic all but disappearing, he found new passion with the technology and sciences. I didn't find it too interesting, but it was far from boring at least. Despite this new found interest I felt that we were suddenly growing apart. After all these thousands of years together, somehow, it was this that drew him away from me?
No. I know the reason why it happened. I just was too ashamed to admit it until it was too late.
I left him when he needed me most.
He disappeared again, without a word. The last I saw him he was begging for my help, use my magic that had grown with me as I became an Elder and had only grown stronger since to save a child. But I refused as that would mean giving humans the one thing they should never have.
I didn't see him again.
At least I didn't think I would. Not after I left him sobbing like that on the floor of our empty home.
But there he was. Younger now, in human form. Nearly brown skin with freckles. Black hair that illuminated a deep green where the light touched with a few spare purple feathers he didn't bother to hide. Unnaturally Green wide eyes. In a uniform of grey and blue, talking to a young human with bobbed brown hair and eyes with flushed cheeks who wore the same blazer as him but sported a skirt instead of pants.
His eyes scanned over her and around the room of students before catching mine and smiling bright. Stretched. Strained. Fake. It made me angry. It made the pit in my stomach that had formed since I last saw him grow. It had been 300 years since I saw him last but it felt longer than that. It felt impossibley long. I wanted to hold him.
His eyes refocused on the human girl and I wanted to kill her. To snap her neck and swallow her whole. To bellow flames at her until her charred body became ashes and that became smoke. I wanted my husband's focus on me. Even if it hurt. I didn't want anyone else near him. But I swallowed the burning need to take my mate back and hide away with him. As far as I could tell, we were indefinitely seperated.
It wasn't the first time we seperated, but those had lasted only a hand full of years and we'd always come back to each other. This felt perminate. Like what I had done 300 years ago killed what ever love he had for me, which is in itself amazing as that man had never seemed to truly hate anything ever. But now he hated me. Theres no other way to describe the empty eyes that had met mine for that brief moment.
I loved his eyes.
They were so bright and full of wonder.
It made me angrier.
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Kacchan.
My Kacchan.
So beautiful and full of power.
I revered him from a young age. I adored him even younger. I had the blessing to love him. And I fucked it up.
I killed something that should never be killed. It ruined me.
I should have listened. I should have stayed and tried other ways, despite the fact there were none. I should have never trusted them. He was right. He was always right.
And it ruined me.
I couldn't face him. I-... I couldnt! Being away from him was killing me but knowing he hated me was even worse.
I slept for awhile, hoping the pain would fade. What I awoke to made me hate myself even more, but what could I do? This was my penance. To live with that I had done, what I had made the world into. My kind didn't deserve what had happened to them. Maybe if at least I had fought for them, they would have found equal footing among humans! But now they were just hiding among them, miserable and forgotten.
I had promised to protect them, didn't I?
I remember this while watching a man with power he should not have emerging from a pile of flaming rouble with injured people in his arms.
The man, blonde, tall, rippling with muscle and a smile larger than life shouted from atop a crumpled buss, "I AM HERE!!"
I should ask for forgiveness from those I failed.
Maybe becoming a hero like this man was a good step in the direction.
Maybe I could face Katsuki again.
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Notes: :))))))) geeze I love angst. And hinted past mpreg. I'll be posting fics here again, or at least the wips of them. It's fun.
But yea, non edited cuz phone editing is kinda ass and my eyes r blurry. When I post part 2, it'll be longer. Not sure if I'll continue with pov or just only have it for this chapter.
