This is a million years late and I would like to apologize but I had so much fun writing this
Just a little backstory, this AU totally came from @rage-quitter who made a post ages ago about Jeremy courting dragon!Gavin. I went with that though for me this is sort of a lead up story to a minecraft kings AU. But all that is a story for another time. Or probably not since I suck at continuous pieces.
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With a grunt, Jeremy pulls himself up onto the rocky ledge and collapses as he finally makes it. Having spent the better part of the last two hours hiking and climbing through the cave systems outside the Dwarven city, this brief moment of rest is a blessing from the ancestors, however short lived it is. He breathes deeply and forces himself back up onto his feet and continues onward.
He’s careful as he works his way along the edge, keeping an eye out for crevice he found last time he was there. It takes some effort, and more than a few muffled curses, before he finds it and grins in triumph. The light of lava at the other end shines and beckons him to make his way through, as if he needs any more encouragement than he already has. He sucks his stomach in and begins to shimmy through the gap, careful of the valuable luggage he carries with him.
When he finally makes it through, he can't help but stop and stare at the beauty of the cavern he finds himself in. Mountains of valuable gold, iron, diamonds and other precious materials, the lava causing them to glitter and help illuminate the area. Grand furniture, both of the dwarven kingdoms and of the surface kingdoms are nestled among the piles. Jeremy can't help but be fascinated with it all, especially the surface kingdom artifacts, which are so unusual and strange, so fragile and impractical. All of this treasure is just as fascinating as it was when he last saw it and he feels the familiar urge to examine some of the more intricate pieces, to take them apart and try and put them back together.
But the real treasure he came here in search of is not these luxuries. No, the treasure he seeks is the creature that lives in this cave, the creature lying right in front of him, in the center of it all. The creature whose beauty clearly outshines that of anything else in the room.
He stares up at the magnificent creature, sleeping peacefully on the pile of treasure. Its green scales shine like emeralds under the light emitted by the surrounding lava. Every breath it exhales sends a gentle gust of hot wind flowing through the cavern.
Jeremy takes it all in, stands there and stares at the creature in awe.
A dragon. A member of a species thought by every dwarf to be extinct for years. At least, that was the way it was until Jeremy had stumbled upon this one's lair a week ago while trying to escape an undead archer.
At first, he hadn't noticed the dragon, who last time had been hidden among his treasure. Instead his eyes had been transfixed by the precious stones and ores and the foreign treasures. He had thought that he had stumbled upon a forgotten vault of some sort and had pocketed some of the more weathered pieces of gold to take home for study when he had heard the voice. Curious, he had followed it, making sure to stay silent and in the shadows until he had come across the source, a brilliant green dragon, bathing in a pool of lava, hidden by a particularly tall mountain of treasure.
Clear and free, with an unusual accent, the voice sung a song that Jeremy hadn't recognized but which had instantly captivated him. Shocked by the sight of the dragon, and scared about what it might do to him if it caught him, he had made his escape.
But he hadn't been able to stop thinking about it.
Every night he had stared at the gold he had taken, imagining the shine of the dragon's scales and how beautiful it had looked against its treasures. He imagined that gold adorning the dragon's body, how regal it would look. His mind had wandered and he had begun to design a neck piece in his head. Something elegant and delicate, but which would make its wearer look even more majestic. Dragons were meant to look powerful and magnificent after all. Then he had worked obsessively, skillfully crafting the piece he had envisioned into one of his greatest creations. The memory of the dragon had guided every motion of his body until he finally finished.
That had been just that morning and now here he is, standing in front of the creature that had held all of his attention for the last week, his hand-made gift in hand, realizing for the first time that he is about to attempt to give a gift to a creature that could crush his head or burn him alive like it's nothing.
He shifts, suddenly nervous for the first time since he ran from the cave about a week ago. He eyes the exit, making sure the path is clear, before he squares his shoulders and steps towards the beautiful beast.
It's emerald body shifts ever so slightly, but otherwise the dragon seems completely unaware of his presence. Taking another step forward, Jeremy stops a good ten feet from the dragon and shouts, "Ho there!"
The reaction is instantaneous. The dragon's huge body rears up from its sleeping positions to its full height and rounds on Jeremy, giving him his first clear view of its elegantly shaped face and just enough warning to jump out of the way as the dragon breathes hot flame in his direction.
"Wait!" Jeremy shouts as he dodges another stream of flame. "I have only come to talk!" His words seem to have no effect on the dragon however as it gets more and more frustrated with each missed attack. The more upset the dragon becomes, the hotter the air surrounding them gets.
"Please! I'm not here to hurt you! I come bearing a gift!" Jeremy cries as he attempts to shield his face from the heat with his left arm and once again dodges the dragon's flame. He blindly grabs at his hiking sack until he manages to rip it open and the neck piece he had crafted from the gold he had taken spills out on the floor.
Suddenly the dragon's distressed noises vanish. Peeking out from behind his arm, Jeremy sees that at the sight of gold the dragon seems to have instantly calmed. It coos in wonder, the temperature of the room dropping as it tilts its head curiously and drops down from its hind legs. Jeremy waits a few moments before lowering his arm cautiously.
"Please," he repeats. "I just wish to thank you for the gift of your song. I found your home by accident a short time ago and when I was here I was moved by your voice and beauty. I took some of your gold that had been beaten and dirtied and crafted it into this piece to adorn your neck."
"You stole gold from me? And I didn't notice?" the dragon huffs, almost childishly, speaking normally since the first time Jeremy encountered it, it's voice still holding that strange accent. It then seems to register the rest of what Jeremy said and blinks in surprise. "Wait, you heard me singing?"
"Yes," Jeremy says, excited and enthusiastic about sharing his admiration for the creature. "It was the most beautiful sound I've ever heard!"
The dragon lowers its head, bringing itself down at eye level with the dwarf and gives him a look of skepticism. "No one has ever said my singing is beautiful. Are you quite sure it was me you heard?"
"Not unless there's another singing dragon around here that I'm not aware of. Besides, I would never mistake you for another. You are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen."
The dragon's wings flutter, but the creature itself seems to settle, apparently pleased with the compliment, though obviously still suspicious. It looks at Jeremy and then down to the large golden work of art the dwarf had forged for it. "You obviously haven't spent much time with me yet. I can be pretty stupid sometimes." It noses at the neck piece. "No one has ever given me a gift before."
"You are deserving of a thousand more."
"Well, that does sound nice I suppose. But I'm not someone that people keep."
"I would keep you if you would allow me to. I would never leave you alone again."
It shakes it's head. "You can't promise that. You don't even know me and I don't know you."
Jeremy puffs out his chest, dwarven pride and honour compelling him to make his stance clear. "I can and I will. Dwarves are stubborn and we always keep our promises. Besides, as long as I come to visit plenty we can get to know each other. I will shower you in gifts and riches as you deserve."
"You are a curious thing, dwarf." It cocks its head considering. "Curious and awfully small. Tell me, are all of your species so tiny?"
Jeremy flushes. "I am actually tall for a dwarf, thank you. And I am the prince of my kingdom! Even if I am small, my position more than makes up for it. I hold power in my hands!"
"I do like power," the dragon muses. "A prince you say? Why would a prince waste his time crafting such a treasure as this?" It runs its claws almost reverently along the neck piece.
"Because you are worth the treasure," Jeremy answers, his blushing growing at the sight. "Please, let me help you put it on. I would like to make sure it fits." The dragon eyes him with one of its large green eyes before nodding its consent and lowering its neck to give the Dwarven prince better access. Not wanting to give the beast a chance to change its mind, Jeremy quickly gets to work. After a long moment of silence, the dragon finally speaks again.
"I didn't mean to offend. I like how you look, just sometime I don't have much of a filter for the things I say. Your arms are pleasantly large and you are quite strong. Very different from the last humanoid I knew, little dwarf," the dragon says as Jeremy finishes fixing the neck piece in place.
Jeremy steps back and smiles up at the emerald giant in admiration at the way the jewelry glitters prettily on its neck. "Oh, well, it's fine. And you may call me Jeremy, dragon."
"Jeremy Dragon? How strange," the dragon responds.
"Ah, no. Not Jeremy Dragon. My name is simply Jeremy, it's just that I don't know what to call you except dragon."
"You may call me Gavin," the dragon informs him.
"And you thought Jeremy Dragon was strange? Gavin is no name for a dragon."
"Well it's my name, isn't it? It was given to me by the one who hatched my egg, a man by the name of Geoffrey," Gavin responds with a hot huff. Suddenly, it's head drops sadly. "Though, I suppose now that he's gone, the name he gave me doesn't hold much value." All of the grace and majesty the dragon had previously held itself with is gone at those words and Jeremy yearns to reach out and comfort it, to rid his dragon of its melancholy.
"Where is he now?" he asks instead.
"I don't know. He said he had an errand he needed to do ages ago. I wanted to go with him but he insisted that I stay here for my own good. I haven't seen him since and I can no longer remember how long it's been since he's left. You're the first creature I've spoken to in a long time," Gavin muses, scratching one of it's claws idly against the ground.
"That sounds very lonely," Jeremy says.
"I don't think I know what it means to be lonely anymore. It has been an awfully long time."
"Well Gavin, I swear to you that I will make sure you are never at risk of feeling lonely ever again. If you would have me, I would spend the rest of my life forging gold into art that pleases your eye and keeping you company."
"That is quite the promise to make to someone you do not know, dwarf prince. Why would you swear such a strong vow to me, as if you intended to court me or something."
"That is precisely what I wish to do, I wish for you to be mine and for me to be yours until the End Times."
A deep rumbling sound comes from the dragon's stomach making it flare like embers. 'It's laughter', Jeremy realizes with wonder. The embers fade and Gavin fixes the dwarf with an amused look. The dwarf is fascinated by how expressive it's face is and how easily he has taken to decoding its expressions.
"A dwarf courting a dragon. I've never heard anything so ridiculous," Gavin says.
"Do you refuse my proposal then?"
Gavin hums and lies down. "If you promise to bring me more shiny presents, I couldn't refuse," it musses. "I find I rather like this present thing." Gavin perks up. "Do you think you could make me decorations for my claws? I imagine I would like the look of gold adorning them."
"If you ask it of me, I will make it."
The dragon bares its teeth in a grin before nudging its snout against the side of the dwarf's helmet. "Then I await your return, Little Jeremy."
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(Eventually the other dwarves find out and are like "wtf Jeremy, you're dating a dragon?" and Jeremy's just like "fuck yeah, I am. you got a problem with that?" and Matt, the visiting human dignitary is just shaking his head in the background)
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16 Wins... yeah, right. I knew right away, that his motherfucking Qawad was a ragequitting crybaby. I hope Capcom is on your ass and removing all your LPs, like they did to others for rage quitting.
You little shit. We now know how you got your wins. I got many French ragequitters recently. Must be thing to do in France, when you lose. Capcom, please consider having this guy punished amongst the other ragequitters.
Tell me one thing: how does it feel to be a shitty player and not being able to lose? Did you cry. Cunt, I hope you become one of those that are punished by Capcom.
7 wins is a row in Street Fighter V, wow. I respect that. Unless you are a ragequitting cry baby who can’t stand losing. Cunt! Capcom, do something about ragequitting scum, buy punishing them instantly and not just some very few of them. It will only stop if ragequitters are punished instantly.
Can’t you stand losing, like everyone else has to at times? Go dig a grave and bury yourself. Life isn’t always about winning. Fuck you and I hope that Capcom will do something about assholes such as you.
