Morrowseer x sick!dragonet!reader
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A/N: this almost was made into a book but my co-author at the time bailed and never came to be, but I had drew up a cover for it. Also this is old writing and ooc hehe
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As Morrowseer slithered through the tunnel and past the guards back into the NightWing island, there came a giggle behind him.
Swiftly, he craned his neck to see who it was but saw no one at first until he noticed an odd lump on his tail that was never there.
The lump giggled again, big (e/c) eyes looked back at him as a wave of yellow washed over the black.
A small RainWing dragonet, smaller than his entire talon if he spead his claws, clung to his tail like some kind of game. It was so small Morrowseer didn't even feel it. Perhaps only one moon old even.
Morrowseer glared at the hatchling, picking them off like a blood sucking insect, bringing them close to his face.
"Now where did you come from, pest?" he glowered.
They squeaked, grasping his snout with their tiny talons.
Something struck the prophet then, this tiny creature genuinely made him feel protective of something other than the tribe. He has no kin of his own and when the NightWing tribe takes over the Rainforest kingdom it would technically returning the dragonet to their home, wouldn't it?
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When Morrowseer returned to his cave that day, a little RainWing mimicking his pitch black scales, waited eagerly for him, teardrops of (f/c) running down their neck to tail.
They leaped to their feet as Morrowseer lands, hugging his arm in welcome. He's too big after all!
"M! Did you bring me's something not-yucky?" you asked before coughing. Since you couldn't say "Morrowseer", so you just shortened it to just "M".
He frowned. The coughing seemed to get worse every time he came back.
"Today I brought you something special," he said, reaching into the bag around his wing. In his talons were three fruits; a bundle of bananas, a pineapple, and your favorite, a couple of mangoes.
"Oh me gosh!" you practically scream, bursting into golden yellow and bright pink. "Frooooot!" You dug in, offering Morrowseer one of your mangoes.
He took it gratefully. How did you even end up like this? For a RainWing, you were the most sweetest, thoughtful, and optimistic dragon he has ever encountered. Even beings partly raised in the dreadful conditions of the Night Kingdom, you never seemed to wafer. And that made his day, everyday, to see your smile no matter how much the dragonets screwed up.
Unfortunately, it didn't seem to get better for you.
You continued to get worse each day. Your coughs became more stronger and frequent. Even when Morrowseer would hunt and gather a little more, you soon become underweight and skinny. Even your once bright colors seem to dull.
Now when he came home, you were often found curled in your small bed, breathes coming out short and wheezing.
He knew you would most likely not make it like many other NightWing dragonets born on the island. And it made his heart crack and sink into the molten lava pools.
When the island erupted, Morrowseer knew you couldn't die here, it was not the place where you would die. He immediately snatched you and took to the smoggy air.
NightWings and RainWing prisoners filled the air to escape the exploding island. You whined, eyes nervously trained on the strangers around you, but was safe within the enormous talons of Morrowseer.
The air was clogged with smoke, ash, and embers. The blackened earth beneath shook so violently, that the tremors could be felt in-air.
Everyone fled to the animus tunnel, which was guarded by those stupid dragonets of destiny of course.
Morrowseer lands, you carefully tucked in his talons, as he told the dragonets that they weren't never suppose to be real, neither was the prophecy. This angered them and they didn't allow Morrowseer through. If he couldn't get through, neither could you and you would surely die then. The giant NightWing didn't want that.
"Before I try to kill you all," he snarled. He extends his arm out, making the dragonets flinch and opening his talons to reveal a tiny RainWing, green and orange-purple dappled their wings. They looked up at Morrowseer with confusion and fear.
"Take them. It would be the only thing you worthless dragonets," he said, placing them on the ground.
"What in the world are you doing with a dragonet?!" Tsunami demands in anger and confusion.
"Just take them!" he roared. The dragonet continued to stare at Morrowseer, tears now welling up in their eyes.
Clay leaps forward and grab them back into the tunnel. They squirmed in hi grip and cried out, reaching to Morrowseer desperately.
"M!" they shrieked, coughing. "M!" They bit Clay, making him quickly let go and ran back to Morrowseer, huddled under his giant form as a protective shield.
Morrowseer actually looked pained as he frowned down at the dragonet.
"If you stay here, you'll die," he told them in his deep, teaching voice as to try and let you know the great importance of living. "You must go."
"But-but M needs to come with I!" they sobbed. The ground underneath shook violently, making even Morrowseer stumble.
The earth turned inside out with bright yellow and orange, the mountain shooting a giant cloud of smoke and flames, towering over the dragons.
Morrowseer grabbed your tiny form from underneath him and threw the RainWing dragonet to the older ones, Fatespeaker remarkably catching them.
"Their-," Morrowseer tried to shout, looking at the racing flaming smoke coming towards them fast. "Their name is (Y/n)!"
Before he was swallowed by the death hungry flames, his last thought being thankful that his little RainWing will live.
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They say you come into and out of the world kicking and screaming when your born and die.
That was exactly what you did when you were taken from the world you once knew and was ripped from your beloved guardian.
The female NightWing had a good grip around you as the dragonets fled through the animus tunnel. The shock was too overwhelming to process in your small mind at that intense moment.
The dragonets barreled out of the tunnel and into the rainforest where it was bustling with black dragons that looked like M. It was night, making it impossible to see them. Rain poured down even through the canopy above. An blast of intense heat and smoke whooshed out from behind you. The dragons around the tunnel shout in surprise and backed away from it. "Starflight!" the NightWing that once had you shouts, dropping you on the ground and darts off somewhere. Panic overwhelmed you, little chest heaving in ragged breathes, the corners of your vision began to darken. Where was M? Was he alright? Did the heat kill him? What happened to your home?
The world then went pitch black like NightWing scales.
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It's been about half a month since the NightWing island had been destroyed.
Still no sign of M since.
It has been difficult for you adjusting to life in the rainforest. The air was clean and your breathing returned to normal, your small, still developing lungs now given time to properly heal from smoke. The food was much more plentiful, so much that your average weight came back. Your health improved, with the diagnosis that was similar to all of the NightWing’s that have now moved into the rainforest.
Though that didn't quite mean your state of mind was too healthy. For the first week you nearly tore your throat as you screamed and cried out for the presence of your guardian. A lovely couple has since adopted you, a NightWing and RainWing, how amusing. It still didn't help though.
Every day, you wore the same pitch black of Morrowseer's scales and your touch of (f/c) spots. And every day you would scour the tunnel for any signs of life. It was black and even still hot. But you would curl up at the entrance and wait until your new parents would retrieve you, only to find you gone and in the same spot the next day.
One day, your parents didn't get you. Night quickly came and you soon became tired, your watching (e/c) eyes drooping close and soon went into a peaceful sleep.
Tonight it did not rain, but the heat from the tunnel was more comforting than the humidity. The forest beyond sang its nightly tune of various chirps, whistles, and roars of the many creatures lurking about.
A shadow moved amongst the trees above, the sturdy branches rustling and creaking under a weight upon them. It slithered down the bark, claws catching against the it as grips to not fall. It crept closer, feet being placed carefully to not make a sound. The shape then crouched, tail twitching to and fro, eyes trained on your small form.
With a roar, the black jaguar sprang from its spot, claws outstretched. The roar of the giant cat jarred awoke you (as you have been a light sleeper lately), seeing the sleek black form in almost slow motion, glowing green eyes blazing in the dark. But there was another roar that pierced the night, this one being much more thunderous, shaking the air itself, as giant talons appeared from the shadows and slammed the jaguar down against the bark.
You screamed.
The big cat yowled and writhed in the grip of the talons as they curled around it and dragged it into the shadows from whence they came. There seemed to be a scuffle in the dark before it ended with crunching. You stayed low to the tunnel, unable to control the rolling tide of pale green with fear.
A new shadow emerged, but this one you recognized as a NightWing. A NightWing you immediately recognized. "M!" you cry out in glee, throwing yourself around Morrowseer's giant neck, bursting into fluorescent yellow and neon pink. You buried yourself into him, crying and sobbing into his scales. Though they felt kinda funny, not smooth and jewel hard like once before.
Under your touch, they felt more leathery instead, most of the scales were chipped and had strange dips in them. A burn scar twisted in a jagged line along his back and under to his belly.
It didn't matter. As long as M was really here, that's what really mattered.
Morrowseer cooed, holding you against him. He inhaled through his damaged nostrils and sighed in relief, feeling the tension and pain in his body melt away. It was good to know the dragonets did something right. And for the first time in a very long while, Morrowseer felt happy. Genuinely happy to see his dragonet be alive after what happened, now completely healthy like the first day he met them.
The RainWing dragonet suddenly smacked his neck, but it didn't hurt. "Don't ever leaves me again, M," they said firmly, black and red swirling back onto their scales. "I don't plan to," Morrowseer chuckled, though his deep voice sounded a little more raspy. He sat back on his haunches and cradled the dragonet close to his chest, his giant wings tilting forward. They snuggled into it, eyes closing with a happy smile. "Can we's leave?" they ask unexpectedly. "Too many dragons in the trees." Morrowseer then glanced around. That was also true. Everyone thought he was dead and if he stayed in the rainforest too long, he would most definitely be spotted by other dragons and know he is alive. Maybe he should retreat to a quiet life, one where he had no more royal worries or pains, where he could grow strong again and properly raise his dragonet.
‘Yes. My dragonet.’
"I agree, (Y/n)."
They smiled up at him, grabbing his snout and nuzzling it with their more narrow one. "Yes! Yes!" they cheered, bouncing giddily. "Let's go's!" But to where? Morrowseer made up a plan quickly. First, stay low in the other tribe territories and make their way to to the Kingdom of the Sea where they could hide on one of the various islands in the Bay of a Thousand Scales. No one would find them.
Morrowseer spread his grand wings to the sky, blending perfectly with the night sky above. "Would you like to sea the ocean, my little (Y/n)?"