Starflight x reader
Original Post
· · - ·✶· ─ · · · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · · · ·✶· ─ · · · · ─ ·✶· - · ·
It was a game you started since you were a dragonet and it was extremely fun to do with others. It was basically an imitation game, you used specific dragons as subjects and others will guess who you are. You’ve impressed everyone by your attention to detail with the exact same color and markings of the dragon.
The dragon you liked to impress most was Starflight. He was the smartest dragon you’ve ever known in your life, and his shyness was charming and the darkness of his scales were dashing compared to the other bright dragons of your tribe that catch your eye. So you started a friendship with the NightWing dragonet, helping him in anyway you can. He mostly asked questions, about the RainWing tribe and how things worked around here. You happily told him everything to the best of your abilities, happy to have such insightful conversations with Starflight. It made you yourself feel smarter as you scoured for near extinct information just for the inquisitive dragon, finding delight as he listened intently about it.
Later when Starflight went missing and it was time to invade the NightWing island of death, you volunteered for the assault. Unfortunately you did not undergo the rigorous dart training some of the better shots of the tribe underwent and was not allowed to go. So you anxiously awaited the arrival of your NightWing friend.
It turned out that after the NightWing island exploded, Starflight went nearly blind. Nearly. However he could not see too great, only moving blobs of dragons and ultimately decided to be blind and cover his useless eyes. Though it was a devastating blow for his friends, they quickly adapted to this predicament.
You dropped in to visit your friend. From the canopy above. Scaring the poor NightWing. He jumped with a shout of alarm, starry wings flaring. It was a little odd to not see Fatespeaker by his side. Perhaps she was off doing something else.
“I’m so so sorry, Starflight!” you frantically apologized with a burst of green, light blue, and freckles of light pink dotting your wings.
“It’s alright,” he assures, grasping at his chest. “What are you doing here?”
“To see you of course,” you brushed your wing against his, a light pink-rose coloring growing upon them.
“Ha. Ha,” Starflight fake laughed.
“Sorry! Didn’t mean to offend you!” you stutter another apology.
Starflight nudged you with his elbow as he gave a light chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad at you,” he said.
“Oh. Good,” you say in return, though the nervous pale green and browns nearly made you melt into the trees, which you kinda wanted to do to get away from that horrible moment.
There was a pause as you two just sat there, listening to the growing roar of the forest as the sun went down and cool night settled upon the rainforest as it came alive. You could barely make out Starflight from the growing dark shadows.
“Why don’t we go into the hut? It’s getting awfully late,” you suggest, putting a talon on his arm. He nearly flinched away from the touch but wordlessly allowed you to guide him to his hut and hammock. Moonlight beamed from the skylight above, providing grey light to show your way around. As you managed to balance Starflight into his hammock and bidding him good night, his talons wrapped around your wrist.
“Hold on (Y/n). I just want to see something first,” he said, voice nearly frightened and begging. He began to undo his face bandages and revealed his eyes. The black scales around his eyes were now grey with burn scars. Starflight’s eyes, which were once a deep forest green were now faded and milky, looking like jade stones now. You sat there patiently as his talons clumsily reached out to you, which you aided him by meeting his talons with yours and placing them upon your face. They gently examined it, Starflight’s face scrunching in concentration as his the undersides of his talons traced your smooth features.
“I can still see you,” he explains. “But everything is very fuzzy. Feeling your face helps me remember it.”
“Shouldn’t you be saying this to Fatespeaker?” you ask. That stung a tiny bit. It was pretty obvious that the false dragonet of prophecy had some kind of infatuation for him, having came along with him after the volcanic island exploded. Even if it didn’t seem as though he reciprocated himself, you still didn’t enjoy seeing the (one-sided) pining between them.
Starflight pauses. “No.” He placed his forehead to yours, sighing softly. “I like your face better.”
It was your turn to chuckle. “Thanks. I like your face too.”
· ─ ·✶· ─ ·
Vision therapy.
That’s what you call it anyway. A little session you engage Starflight in every now and then to strengthen his poor vision so he could at least see some objects with better clarity. The milkiness of his jade-like eyes were a permanent feature along with his scars it seemed.
At first Starflight thought it was silly, squinting hard to make out the simplest guava in your talon at a mild distance. Even sillier was the suggestion of eating lots of carrots to improve his eyesight like many tales say, despite Starflight constantly trying to tell (Y/n) that it was actually just dragoness tales so that dragonets could get their dragonets to eat some vegetables. He only ate them when they watched.
To say the NightWing dragonet was surprised the next month to actually see the focused shape of a melon, although that is only possible if he really looked hard enough and still the background was extremely fuzzy then. (Y/n) then graduated Starflight up from objects to dragons next. They used their skill of mimicry to be a tribe member of each tribe: SandWing, SkyWing, SeaWing, etc. Then gradually upgraded to random dragon he knew, like his siblings; Clay, Tsunami, Sunny, Glory; Fatespeaker, Webs, or descriptions of dragons (given by the other dragonets).
He really did appreciate that (Y/n) was doing this for him. His fellow dragonets of destiny were too busy setting up their new school to give Starflight many visits anymore, even Fatespeaker was bustling along with them. Thankfully, once again did (Y/n) take the task of caring for him. It almost made Starflight feel embarrassingly useless. He obviously had to do something for them in return.
“Who am I?” (Y/n) shouts, at least a wing length away from where he sat on a boulder trying to peacefully read.
Starflight looks up and squints. “Queen Coral? Or Tsunami. That’s unfair! They have the same shade of blue scales.”
“Alright alright, you’re right. I’m being unfair,” they disclosed, stepping closer.
“Tamarin has been telling me some tricks of the blind trade,” he tells you. His talons brushed over the raised bumps on his scroll. Obviously his sight isn’t strong enough to see the small print (they only look like squiggles to Starflight).
“But you’re not blind,” you retort. “I’m trying to unblind you after all! And it’s working.”
He chuckled. “I’m now “hard of sight” technically. Meaning not fully blind nor have capable sight.”
You brushed your wing against his, appearing as a long yellow figure next to him where you lay. Your own talons touch the textured scroll. For fun, you’d learned along with Starflight to read the bumps in case one day you mysteriously and suddenly gone blind yourself.
Sometimes both of your talons would brush against each other before skittering to their respective sides of the parchment. Boldly, Starflight gently grasped your talons once they interacted again. He was flustered. You took it more as a challenge than a sign of deep set affection.
“Oh ho,” you muse, an obviously grin in your voice as you shed your yellow scales for lavender. “Today’s segment has changed hasn’t it?”
Starflight was terrified by the tone of your suggestive voice.
“What?” he squeaked.
Your talons wrapped around his wrist. “Into self defense?!” You cried before standing quickly, slinging Starflight up with you. The NightWing yelped in surprise as he was dragged down from his rock to stumble onto his feet before (Y/n)’s grasp let go and he lost sight of them.
“A big bad, let’s say: SeaWing since we were on the topic, attacked you.” The RainWing must have made a stealthy retreat into the trees as their voice echoed around Starflight and he could’ve pinpoint it on a single location.
A blue blob appeared in front of Starflight, making “intimidating” roaring sounds, wings flared to appear large.
“I’m a SeaWing and I don’t like your scroll!” growled the “intruder”. (Y/n) stomped forward, making their hard footfalls obvious.
Starflight tried to frantically remember his training cave training with Kestrel.
“Use your fire!” “Strike out!” His guardian would shout. Not wanting to actually harm his friend, Starflight chose the latter, swiping his talons out in front of him in wipe reaches as the “SeaWing” drew closer.
“Grrr. You can’t touch me all the way over here! Muhahaha!” they taunted but nonetheless stomped forward. Starflight was sure they could reach out and grab him if they wanted to. His mind spun, trying to determine their true distance.
“Spin!” he shouts before moving his feet to spin his body into a black blur.
It worked. The odd distraction caused (Y/n) to stop and stare in confusion.
Starflight punched out his starry wings, hitting something with them as he felt the bodily pressure on his left wing and then it wasn’t there. There was a grunt and a thump.
“(Y/n)?” Starflight called nervously. “Did I actually hit you? Oh moons, I’m so sorry!” He shuffled his way to the blue shape. But the blue shape wasn’t blue anymore, it was bright gold and pink.
(Y/n) was laughing.
“That was fantastic!” you cheered, getting up.
Starflight reaches out his talons and carefully felt their long face. He can feel their amused smile with his thumbs. Just as it was before. Every scale was there with no scrapes. Now that he is close enough, Starflight can see the (e/c) of their eyes. It’s been a really long time since he’s seen them.
The NightWing breathed a sigh of relief.
“I think that’s enough excitement for today,” he concluded, letting go and began the trek to their caves.
“Need help?” offered (Y/n).
“I got it,” Starflight called back, before tripping over a talon sized rock.
This took him all night, a couple candles, a steady quill armed talon, and a lot of squinting but Starflight prevailed as he wrote onto the paper.
Breakfast was caught and eaten as the dragonets conversed about the days plans.
“So how’s the eye training going for you Starflight?” asked Tsunami, waving her wing in front of his face.
“Very funny,” he drawled as he still had his bandages on. He was giving his poor eyes a break from last night’s tenuous straining and thought it was too early to use them anyway.
“So when does (Y/n) get to live with us?” Sunny asked in turn. Starflight nearly spat out his rabbit. “They’ve been here so many times for so long, they might as well live here after all. And don’t you think it’s tiring flying all the way from the Rain Forest Kingdom to the Jade Mountain?”
The NightWing ing has thought of that, wondering just how long it takes for (Y/n) to travel the long journey to teach Starflight.
“I wouldn’t mind,” piped in Clay, muffled with food. “They bring fruit!”
“(Y/n)’s is part of our family, right?” Fatespeaker says. She’s also been living among the dragonets, with Stonemover still in his cave somewhere.
“I can’t wait to see Starflight’s face when (Y/n) proposes to him!” The SeaWing princess belted with laughter.
Starflight flushed at the thought, even if their relationship seemed quite early. They haven’t even dated yet and here was Tsunami already talking about a wedding!
“We’re just friends right now,” he confirmed calmly.
The breakfast table erupted burst into glee and laughter.
“Right now?! Is that a suggestion?” Tsunami crowed.
Clay sung. “Starflight and (Y/n) kissing in a tree! K-e-z...” He lost track from there.
“I think you two would make a great couple,” gushed Sunny.
Fatespeaker laughed, although forcefully.
The male NightWing felt as though his ears were going to turn to smoke.
“Alright! Shut up!” he shouts above them. “I really do like (Y/n) but I don’t think they’re ready for a relationship.”
They mellowed down for Starflight to sit in contemplation silence. “Not right now but maybe later. I don’t know, it’s up to them.”
“Is today an “eye therapy” day anyway?” questioned Fatespeaker, changing the subject.
He tells her, “No. Why?”
“Because here they come. Oh, with Glory too!”
Calm self? What’s that? Out the window, that’s what.
Starflight scrambles into a “cool” position, his scroll ready under his wing.
Everyone greets their guest enthusiastically, the dragonets welcoming their RainWing queen sib and (Y/n) with open wings. They all caught up to speed with past and current events, taking at least the late afternoon to settle into comfortable silence.
“Can I steal (Y/n) for a moment?” Starflight asked Glory. (Y/n) was busy petting and cooing to her sloth Silver.
Glory smiled. Never a real good thing when she did.
“Of course I’ll let you,” she said. “They’re your partner after all. But wait, they’re also my subject so I must know why.”
Starflight sighed hard. “Really?”
“Yes,” she purred, relaxing into yellow.
“To ask if they will officially date me,” he begrudgingly said between his teeth.
“Ha! By order of the Queen I deny access to my loyal subject,” she announced.
The NightWing squawked. “What?!”
“I’m just kidding!” Glory flicked him with her tail. “I don’t get to mess with you so I’m making up for it.”
Starflight took off his bandages, glaring at her. “Hold my bandages.” He shoved them into her talons before marching off, hearing Glory snort.
Starflight can see the radiant glow of (Y/n) gold and (f/c) scales, the silvery thing on their neck being the sloth.
He cleared his throat. “Ahem. (Y/n),” he regarded.
“Hey Starflight,” they greet. “What’s up?”
They maneuver the sloth with their talons to adeptly remove it from their lithe neck and onto the ground. It mumbled noises to itself before crawling in Glory’s direction.
“Just come with me for a moment I want to show you something,” Starflight tells them.
(Y/n) bounds on their toes, ready to go. “Alright. Where to?”
With help from his RainWing aid, Starflight managed to land pretty decently on the rock high on the mountain. (Y/n) lands more cleanly of course. They gaze out to the horizon where the sun is beginning to set among the Claws of Clouds Mountains that surrounded the Sky Kingdom. Two moons hung in the sky not too far east as they were too eager to show themselves earlier before the sun could fully set.
Starflight pulls out his scroll and gives it to (Y/n).
“This will explain everything,” he states, pale green eyes fixed on the setting sun which was a blurry circle of white and pale yellow. “You can read it out loud if you want to. It’s optional.”
You quirked a brow and scanning over the letter with a growing smile.
“Dear (Y/n), you Starflight of the NightWings wrote with your own talon,” you declare. “The first words that come into my head when I think of you are brilliant and creative. I am so lucky to have seen your imitations before and after my sight has left me. But your amazing face will always be in my mind no matter how much I do or do not see. You are extremely patient with me and push my mind to teach itself how to see again.
And even if I did would have lost my sight forever, I would always have your voice there telling me funny stories as well as fantastic tales and history of the rainforest and I would never grow tired of your voice or contagious laughter.
(Y/n), I am so grateful to have you as my friend and mentor. I’ve grown to love you past professional standards, more than a friend, more than a best friend. When I say I love you, I love you. Waiting for your visits always make me giddy with excitement to see you again, even if you’re a blob.” You laugh softly. Starflight grimaced.
“And I wish to perhaps go a step or two further with our relationship. If that’s alright with you. If you’re not ready then I completely understand and will not bother you with the intent again. But I really do hope you take it into consideration that you say yes. I love you, (Y/n). Signed, Starflight.”
Both dragons stared at each other. Sharp (e/c) and faded green.
“I’d ask you myself: what took you so long?” you exclaimed, throwing your wings around him. “I’ve had a major crush on you since we’ve met.”
He startled. “R-really?”
“Yes, you blind fool,” jest you. You touched snouts with his. Starflight gave a little laugh.
“I’m really happy right now,” he says. “Like you know how in some scrolls they say that their dizzy with glee? That’s me right now.”
You also laugh. “Starflight I feel the same way. Who wouldn’t love a super smart, shy, sweet, (and I can go on,) NightWing with such handsome features? A crazy dragon.”
He thought back ruefully to Sunny, how she viewed him entirely as a brother. That’s what he was afraid of now and then (Y/n) would do: regret him. But love cannot simply stop being felt if you’re in love so Starflight finally followed his gut feeling and here’s where it ended him up. Right where he wanted with his beloved in their affectionate embrace as they held each other’s talons with a romantic sunset as their background.
“Maybe,” he said.