The house had already begun to settle down. Soft lamps lit up the living room, and the smell of dinner — rice, vegetables, and something fried with garlic — still lingered in the air. It felt like the world was holding its breath, unsure what to do next.
Nolan silently walked upstairs. He hadn't said a word since he saw y/n. No threats, no questions, no accusations. Just a tight line of his mouth and a slow, almost pensive climb up the stairs. Debbie watched him go, still clutching a dish towel she hadn’t put away after washing up. She knew that look. He was still processing.
Y/n remained on the first floor. She sat on the floor near the wall, wrapped in a big fluffy blanket, with only her nose and a lock of white-and-turquoise hair peeking out. Mark sat nearby, having spread out a blanket next to the couch, leaning against it.
— "Hey, you okay?" he asked quietly, not expecting much of an answer.
Y/n just blinked at him. Her eyes shimmered in the low light — large, almost catlike. A little tired, but still wary. She gave a slight nod.
— "That was weird, huh?" he continued, lowering his voice. "But... y'know, it's not your fault. Dad’s just... like that. He needs time."
She nodded again. Barely.
Meanwhile,Debbie stood in the laundry room, digging through an old storage bin. A small mountain of rejected clothes already lay at her feet: jeans that would swallow a full-grown cat, T-shirts worn thin from too many washes, and a hoodie of Mark’s with the words “I’m a dinosaur!” peeling off the front.
“Why did I even keep this stuff…” she muttered, stretching the sleeve of a tiny pajama top to guess its size. “This wouldn’t even fit a doll. Or maybe…”
At the very bottom of the box, her fingers brushed against something softer. She pulled out a gray onesie, decorated with little stars along the sleeves. Brand new. Tag still on.
She blinked.
She didn’t remember where it came from. Maybe a gift someone gave them years ago—something she never returned, never had a reason to use. Until now.
“Well, looks like you’re finally useful…” she sighed, holding it up.
When she returned to the living room, Mark stood to help. He held a small bundle — a blanket and pillow he’d swiped from his room.
— "Think this’ll work for her?"
— "Hope so. It’s not every day you dress a... uh... little dragon girl"
Y/n watched suspiciously but let Debbie help. She carefully laid out the jumpsuit and guided her arms through. Y/n flinched when the fabric touched her back — maybe from the cold, maybe from shyness — but didn’t resist.
— "Well, look at you. Almost like a regular kid" Debbie said with a soft smirk, fixing the collar. "Almost"
Y/n glanced up at her, then very cautiously tugged the hem of the jumpsuit down, hiding her hands. As if checking — is this okay? Will she get scolded?
— "Yeah, yeah. Hide all you want," Debbie said gently. "You’re home"
The evening passed slowly. Too much quiet. Sometimes Mark whispered something to y/n, sometimes Debbie walked by — as if casually — checking whether she was cold or crying. But Y/n just sat, curled up, listening to the creaks of the floor above, where Nolan paced.
When bedtime came, Debbie led y/n upstairs. They stopped at the door of the guest room — the one that was meant to be hers. Inside, it was simple: a bed, a warm nightlight, two stuffed animals on the shelf.
— "If you want, you can sleep here. Having your own room is pretty cool"
Y/n stood at the threshold, watching. For a long time. Then stepped in. Walked around the room. Touched the wall. Tugged on the pillow. Stopped.
She turned and quietly said:
— "Mark"
Debbie blinked.
— "You want to go to him?"
Y/n nodded. Very confidently.
Debbie sighed, but smiled.
— "Alright. Just for one night"
Mark’s room was already half-dark. He lay on the bed with his headphones in, scrolling through something on his phone. When the door creaked open, he propped himself up on one elbow.
— "Oh, hey. Got a guest?"
— "She asked. Hope you don’t mind."
— "No, not at all. She can stay. Carpet’s soft anyway."
Y/n settled on the floor, blanket neatly laid out, pillow under her head, clutching a plush dinosaur. She looked almost comical — small, with twitching ears, her tail sticking out from under the blanket, and a serious stare fixed on the ceiling.
— "You sure you’re okay with this?" Debbie whispered to her son.
— "Yeah" he shrugged. "Besides, she sneezes kinda cute. Even if she frosts my nose"
Debbie chuckled and turned off the light.
The room sank into soft darkness.
Y/n lay still.
The blanket was warm. The pillow, too. But the floor was hard. Cold, even through the blanket. Her tail curled tightly around her.
She didn’t say anything. Didn’t want to cause trouble. Didn’t want to be sent away.
A shift.
A soft creak of the bed.
Mark hadn’t fallen asleep. He was watching her.
Then — a quiet movement. He lifted the edge of the blanket on his bed.
y/n didn’t say a word. Just looked. Very intently.
And then crawled in
The mattress dipped slightly under her weight. Warm. Soft. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t move.
She lay still, listening to the soft hum of the house.
There had been a rumour about a dragon of Morgoth making its lair somewhere in the elven lands. Fingon gets the task of investigating and chasing the dragon away. However, the dragon was not what he expected.
(Author's note: I'm really sorry for not posting as often. Life has been busy 😭. Hope you enjoy this crack fic.)
Warnings: A lot of assumption making, some mentions of dead people, and Celegorm gets called a pedo.
Fingon: *stands before the entrance of a cave where the dragon was rumored to live.*
Fingon: Dragon! I demand that you come out here right now.
*Silence fills the air*
Fingon: *sees eyes looking back at him from the shadows of the cave*
You: *Slowly walk out of the cave, standing before the elves in your glory. Your eyes were golden and sharp. Your scales glimmered in the light of the sun, and you stretched your wings, making yourself look bigger.*
Fingon: *Looks at your razor-sharp claws and glances at your teeth. He also takes notice of the faint smoke rising from your nostrils. He was slightly intimidated, but kept his composure.*
Fingon: *pulling out his sword and pointing it at you* You and your kind are not welcome on these lands. I demand that you leave at once.
You: *Look at him intently*
Fingon: *sweats lightly and prepares himself for a fight*
You: *relax and shrug your shoulders* Okay.
Fingon: *Baffled.* Wait… what? You will actually leave?
You: *raise your paws* Hey, you and your people were on these lands first, so it’s rightfully your turf. I won’t fight you for it, and if my presence is such an inconvenience, I’ll leave.
You: I just need you to give me a few days to find a new home elsewhere and move my books. Would that be too much to ask?
Fingon: Oh, no! That’s not too much to ask. Take the time you need.
Fingon: Wait, did you say books?
You: Yeah, my hoard of books. And before you assume anything, no, I did not steal them. I collected them when no one else wanted them. You’ll be surprised how many good books people throw away these days.
Fingon: No… it just. Since you are a dragon, I would assume you have a hoard of gold and treasures. Isn’t that what you dragons usually collect?
You: *frown* Now that’s just a stereotype you people created about us. We dragons actually have different preferences when it comes to our hoards.
You: Some dragons like gold and treasures, some dragons enjoy collecting uniquely shaped rocks, and believe it or not, some of them like collecting pillows because they’re comfortable to sleep on.
You: And some even like collecting and taking care of animals. My cousin Larry has quite a wide hoard of frogs, because he finds them fascinating and likes to dress them up in funny little hats.
Fingon: Uhm…
You: I happen to enjoy good stories, so I collect and hoard books. I have even managed to preserve a few good classics written by your people.
Fingon: Yeah. yeah. You made your point. I’m sorry. I did not mean to offend you and your kind.
Fingon: So… how long do you think you will be able to move your hoard?
You: I think… I will be done in a week.
Fingon: A week? I heard you haven’t been on these lands for longer than three days. How big is your hoard of books?
You: You… might want to come inside and see it for yourself.
*Fingon follows you inside your cave. *
Fingon: *astonished by the piles of books that cover each corner of your cave. It was like you had an entire library for a cave.*
Fingon: How… did you manage to acquire all these books?
You: Like I said. I collected them when no one else wanted them.
You: By the way, I borrowed some books from your city’s local library. So, would it be too much to ask if you return them for me?
Fingon: You… borrowed books from our library? How?
You: I have a library card. *Hold a tiny card between your talons.*
Fingon: How… never mind. If you have a library card and have been borrowing books from our library. How come we never noticed you?
You: I can shapeshift. I turn myself into a regular person whenever I visit your library because common sense tells me you would not let me borrow anything if I came as a fire-breathing dragon.
Fingon: I… good point. *sighs* Okay… I guess I can return the books for you.
You: *turns around to go through your books* Thanks. I will be very busy moving my hoard, so I appreciate this.
You: Here. *Drop a pile of books next to him*
Fingon: *looks at the book pile next to him, as it was the same height as him*
***
*One week later, after you moved out of Fingon’s lands*
Fingon: *on a relaxing ride in another land* Finally. I can relax from my duties and enjoy some sights.
Fingon: *thinks of you* I wonder how that dragon is doing. Compared to their other kin, they weren’t that bad.
Fingon: *stops when he hears a sound and sees you fly over him. * Oh, there they are. If they are here, they must live somewhere close by. Maybe I could visit and say hello.
Fingon: *sees you fly toward a human village* Oh no… It could’t be. Harmless or not, it seems even they can’t resist the temptation for destruction. I must warn the people of that village.
Fingon: *kicks his heels, making his horse gallop toward the village*
Fingon: *sees you hiding beneath a tree* Great, I have time to stop them before they can wreak havoc.
Fingon: *takes out his sword and jumps off his horse* Halt! I won’t allow you to cause harm to these —
Fingon: *stops when he sees human children sitting around you, listening and looking at a book you were reading to them. *
You: Then the knight drew his sword against the ferocious dragon, slaying the mighty beast, and saving the princess. After returning the princess to her home, the king allowed the knight to marry the princess, and they lived happily ever after.
You: The end *close the book.*
Little boy: Read it again and again!
Little girl: Nuh-uh! It’s my book's turn now.
You: *chuckles* Now, now, let’s not argue. Remember our little deal. Now, try to pronounce the letters of the characters that appear in the book. Follow my lead.
You & The kids: D-R-A-G-ON, K-N-I-G-H-T, and P-R-I-N-C-E-S-S!
You: Well done! You are already so good. I’m afraid you’ll be fluent readers before the end of this week, then you’ll have no need for me. *plays hurt*
The kids: *laughs* No, we do.
Little boy: You are the best storyteller. I want to hear you read more awesome stories with knights and dragons.
Little girl: Yeah, you are also the nicest dragon we know. We don’t want you to stop telling us stories.
You: Oh, goodness, are you sure you aren’t knights in disguises because you are slaying me with your kind and thoughtful words.
The kids: *gigles*
You: *laugh with them before noticing Fingon*
*You both stare at each other*
You: What?
Fingon: You’re… reading to these children and teaching them to read?
You: Yeah, so?
Fingon: Sorry, it’s just…when I saw you flying toward the village. I thought you had… other intentions.
You: *deadpan* Let me guess, you thought I was gonna burn the village to the ground.
Fingon: No, no, not at all.
You: Oh, save it. You thought I was gonna burn the village to the ground. Isn’t that why you have your sword unsheathed?
Fingon: *quickly sheathes his sword*
Little girl: Who’s that?
You: Oh, just a very rude person. He assumes I’m mean because I’m a dragon. He kinda chased me away from my last home, even though I did nothing wrong.
Fingon: Wait, hold on. That’s not how it went.
Little boy: That’s so mean!
Little girl: Yeah, (Name) is the nicest dragon we know!
Little boy: *points at Fingon* You’re a meanie!
The Kids: *chanting and pointing at him* Meanie! Meanie! Meanie!
You: *grins mischevously*
Fingon: *slightly glares at you*
***
*After sending the kids home, you and Fingon walk to your new cave that was some miles away from the village*
Fingon: You enjoyed that, didn’t you?
You: I might not be like most of my kin, but I do enjoy making someone’s life just a tid difficult when opportunity comes, especially if that someone did something wrong to me.
Fingon: You’re still onto that chasing you out of my people's lands? You left willingly.
You: I know, but it doesn’t mean I can’t feel a bit resentful for that. You did demand me to leave simply based on the fact that I am a dragon, even though I was minding my own business and caused harm to no one.
Fingon: Well… your kind don’t exactly have a good reputation. There are some dragons who willingly serve Morgoth and cause destruction at his orders. So, can you really blame me for assuming you might be like those dragons?
You: No, I don't. You’re right about that, but still, perhaps investigating if I’m actually doing something bad rather than assuming I am bad would have been much appreciated.
You: Like today… You thought I was gonna burn down an innocent human village, even though I caused no harm to you and your people the last time we met.
Fingon: That was a bit different. What else was I supposed to think when I saw you fly toward it and release a fierce roar?
You: I was letting them know I was coming. Would you not let people know you were coming to visit their place, or do you like to appear unannounced?
Fingon: Anyway… how did you end up teaching those children how to read?
You: When I was settling down in my new cave, one of the village kids happened to stumble in and find me. I read them a story or two, and then news spread, and other kids started visiting me, wanting me to read them stories.
Fingon: And their parents are okay with that?
You: Oh, they were the ones who asked me to teach their kids how to read and write. Apparently, the village doesn’t have anyone who could teach those skills, and hiring a teacher has become impossibly costly these days. So, when they found out I knew how to read and write, they pretty much begged me to teach their children.
You: I pitied their situation, so I agreed. They actually give me delicious pastries and books I might want in my hoard in return. A fair payment, in my opinion.
Fingon: Oh… that’s understandable. But I’m surprised they’re fine with you being a dragon and all.
You: Well… they told me they judge people by their actions, not by appearance. So, I can say they’re less judgmental than you are.
Fingon: *glares at you*
***
*Fingon’s second visit to you*
Fingon: So, do you just read books most of the day?
You: *reading a book* I sometimes go hunting, but with the village now paying me with pastries and food. I get to spend more time reading.
You: Why do you ask?
Fingon: Just curious. I have never seen a dragon be more interested in a simple activity like reading.
You: What? Are you telling me a dragon can’t be interested in reading? Are you being judgmental again?
Fingon: No. That’s not what I meant. I’m not being judgmental.
You: Sounds to me— you are. Since you are so baffled by the sight of a dragon liking to read instead of burning cities to the ground and being an evil incarnate, like you expected me to be.
Fingon: Will you let that go already? Besides, don't tell me you dragons aren't judgmental? Don’t most of you think you’re better than most creatures?
You: Well, I heard that you Noldor attacked a group of boatmakers once and stole their boats, and then you burned them like it wasn’t enough salt in the wound. But you don’t see me judging you for it or assuming you’re going around burning boats, now do you?
Fingon: That was…
You: *look at him expectantly*
Fingon: Never mind.
You: How about you try reading a book and see why I like reading so much?
Fingon: No, thank you. I’m not much of a book person. Never found the interest. I like staying outdoors and traveling around places.
You: You can read books outdoors. And when it comes to books, you just need to find a book that kinda goes with your hobbies. I think I have a book that might interest you. *look around your books* here *hand him a book.*
Fingon: *reads the summary* That’s nice, but books don’t really interest me much, and then I have difficulties staying put.
You: Just read the first chapters, and then give me your opinion. Like that one saying goes – don’t judge a book by its cover.
Fingon: *opens the book* Okay, but I highly doubt that I would be – *reads the first lines*
Fingon: Oh, that’s a strong opening.
Fingon: *continues reading*
Fingon: *sits down beside you* I guess… I could sit down for a moment. The first chapter is surprisingly interesting.
You: I know, right?
***
*Fingon’s tenth visit*
Fingon: *reading the book while leaning on you* Hey, (Name), I have a question. What was your first reading experience?
You: I was a little hatcling back then and lived in my birthplace in Angband. There was this one elven thrall who worked in taking care of the well-being of the hatchlings. He was carrying this little book with him, so I asked him about it, and he told me it held stories.
You: Stories he used to tell his children.
Fingon: Awww.
You: I was fascinated by them, so I asked him to tell them to me. In return, I promised to protect him from other violent hatchlings or orcs who wanted to cause him harm.
You: He also taught me how to read and write. So, I can thank him for those skills.
Fingon: What happened to him?
You: *frowns* Let’s just say one adult dragon I hated felt too lazy to hunt or wait for his food, so he decided to make a meal out of my elven friend.
Fingon: Oh…
You: And to add salt to the wound, that dragon purposely burned the little book in front of me, taking the last thing I had from my elven friend.
Fingon: I’m… sorry to hear that.
You: Don’t worry. When I got older, I got my revenge. *grins* Can you guess what I did?
Fingon: No. What?
You: When that dragon went on a hunt, I sneaked into his lair where his treasure hoard was located. I hid a load of warg excrements under the piles and covered them with enough coins to hide the smell.
You: I got the orcs to help me out. They’re easy to bribe when it comes to dragon’s gold.
You: *giggles* Let’s just say, the face that dragon made when he came back and laid on his hoard was priceless. His chest was stained with the brown stuff and his coins.
You: And that's not all, I hid some of his hoard in a lair of another dragon I hated. Keep in mind that these two dragons hated each other. I hid some of the warg's excrement there too, making it look like that dragon was responsible for the whole thing.
You: The fight that broke out was violent. There was blood and fire everywhere. The first dragon got both of his eyes gouged out, and the other dragon lost one of his wings. It literally took several trolls to get them off each other.
Fingon: That’s... quite a revenge.
You: Hey, when it comes to those we consider friends, we will make sure those who wrong them do not go unpunished.
You: And guess what– they never traced it back to me.
You: *exhales* After I got older, I realized how toxic the environment I was living in. So, I ditched my birthplace and never came back.
Fingon: Woah… You are a type of booknerd no one should piss off.
You: In truth, most of us dragons want to mind our business. We only strike back if you threaten us or do something bad.
Fingon: I keep that in mind. Wound’t want to be a target of your revenge?
You: That’s the first time you made a wise statement.
Fingon: Hey, would you avenge me if something happened to me?
You: I don’t think we’re there yet. But if someone gives you trouble, let me know and I'll give them a scare.
***
*Maybe Fingon’s 22th visit. He went to get some pastries from the village, and someone had followed him to you.*
Celegorm: So, you’re the dragon?
You: *looks at him while the kids are seated between your arms* Eh? Who are you?
Celegorm: Oh, you should know, I’m one of Beleriand’s greatest hunters, and you will make a fine hunting prize.
You: I… have no idea who you are.
Celegorm: Let’s just say I am the predator when it comes to hunting all living beings.
You: A predator?
You: *goes through the word encyclopedia in your mind before a lightbulb lights up in your head. *
You: *fear in your voice* Oh no… I know what you are.
Celegorm: That’s right. I’m —
You: *points at him* A PEDO!!!
Celegorm: Wait, what?
You: *picks up the children* Quickly, children, we must get back to your parents. You must stay away from this man!!!
You: *flies to the village* A PEDO!!!
Fingon: *walking back with pastries in hand*
You: *Unexpectantly land in front of him, letting down the children* Quickly, hide your children! There’s a dangerous man here!
The villager & kids: *hide in the houses*
Fingon: *confused* What’s going on?
Celegorm: *appears in the village*
You: *stand over Fingon, keeping your paw protectively in front of him* Stand back, Fingon! That freak of nature just admitted he’s a pedo!
Fingon: A what now?
You: A pedophile! A person who has a concerning sexual interest in children and other living beings.
Celegorm: No, that’s not what I meant! This is a huge misunderstanding!
You: He called himself a predator. That is also a term for a pedophile.
You: *puffing smoke out of your nostrils* So, stand back, you fiend!
*heavy silence*
Fingon: *snorts*
You: What?
Fingon: This is the first time you mistakenly made an assumption.
Celegorm: See! This is just a misunderstanding. When I said predator, I meant as in apex hunter, not as this person with a sexual interest in children!
Fingon: *patting your paw down* He’s telling the truth. You can calm down.
You: Well, he still made a concerning threat to me.
Fingon: What kind of threat?
You: He said he was gonna make me his hunting prize.
Fingon: *silent as he looked at Celegorm*
Celegorm: *sweats nervously*
Fingon: You know what? Burn him if you want.
You: With pleasure! *your chest glows as you prepare to fire*
Hello and welcome those both new and old, I apologize for my long extended absence. I return, finally.
I just to start I will be opening requests and writing again!! However, I have broadened my horizons so expect less Mcyt content and more open ended content, of course I will still write X readers and Character x Character! The fandoms I wrote for can either be asked via the ask box or inferred not only from the tags, but they will be in my Intro/Master list as well.
I will be condensing master posts by fandom when I have the time and I will. Be posting some drabbles soon.
For those of you whom are interested You're safe with us is in fact still being worked on I just haven't touched it much as I've fallen out of Mcyt and picked up a couple others.
Thank you for taking the time, as of now asks are open and I will be taking requests, thank you all so kuch
English is not my native language, so I use a translator. This is my first fanfic, so I welcome criticism.
This is a fanfic about Knights of the Seven Kingdoms; I'm still thinking everything through, so so far I've only written the prologue.
It's likely that Dunk, Aerion, and Baelor will appear more than the others, based on what I'm thinking of the story, but that will probably change. I'm in exam season, so the chapters are coming out slowly since it's just a hobby.
Prologue follows:
In a small village, fifty people at most, on the edge of the cliffs of Tempest Harbor, a house in the forest caught fire three moons and three suns ago. When the woodcutter went to check the charred house, he found the burned corpse of a woman, not a baby in her arms, but a crimson dragon egg, something rare. The last dragon eggs were lost, everyone knew that. But there was a crimson dragon egg, hatched and broken. He heard a noise in the burning wood, and the old woodcutter approached carefully… a baby, a baby with white and crimson hair crawling in the ashes. The girl stopped crawling, still damp from the slime of the hatching egg's core. Instead of a dragon, a baby smiled. A baby with white hair and sparse crimson streaks and small horns, Marcius in tempura, still covered by skin. The baby already had sharp teeth, large fangs, and small pointed teeth. Small, soft crimson scales were on the baby's neck, shoulders, and back. The old woodcutter dropped his axe in shock and scratched his rough, half-gray beard. A fire ignited in his heart, in his soul, when the baby Draco smiled at him. He picked her up, held her, and relaxed. She would be his dragon, or rather, his daughter—not a Targaryen dragon, but his daughter. Now the woodcutter no longer had a dragon, but a baby who had sprung from the greed of men.
“We have two announcements today. First, we have a new student, (Y/N). As some of you may know, (Y/N) is a dragon-vampire hybrid and I expect each and everyone of you to treat him with respect. To whom it may concern, he is not our next monster. We’ve recently encountered a Night Hag.” Alaric announced to the remaining student body that had chosen not to leave. You kept your arms crossed, making eye contact with Hope. You gave her a triumphant smirk and got an eye roll in return.
“A Night Hag is a malevolent spirit trapped on the astral plane that can only interact with us through dreams. In this case, nightmares.” Alaric explained, murmurs spreading through the students.
“So, like, Freddy Kruger?”
“Well, in the sense that what happens to you in your dreams seems to happen to you in real life, yes. But, the good news is we’re safe, so long as we stay awake.” Alaric explained, nodding to the questions. He noticed tension rise and cleared his throat.
“We’ve lined up more evacuation shuttles. They should be running all afternoon, so please, for those who don’t want to stay and fight, take advantage of them.” Alaric licked his lips. You gave a small snort, biting your bottom lip. Ryan had mentioned a possible run in with monsters but he seemed confident in your abilities to protect yourself. Once you had your father back, you’d make sure he faced some monsters of his own. You stood once Alaric dismissed everyone, noticing him motion for you to come over. With a deep sigh, you walked towards the stage he was on.
“I’ve got your classes sorted out. You’ll be taking typical high school courses, plus some of the supernatural courses we typically give to everyone. You’ll have some vampire classes and finally, a one-on-one with Dorian to talk about dragons. Dorian insisted on it. I would like you to speak with Emma, she’s one of our teachers and also the counselor for those who need one.” Alaric explained, handing you a paper. You gave it a once over before looking up at him.
“And why would I need to speak with a counselor? I’m perfectly fine.”
“Considering you walked out on Dorian after a mention of your father, I don’t think you’re fine.” Alaric gave a tight lipped smile, patting your arm as he walked by. You blew a raspberry, looking back down at the paper.
“Oh, and by the way, these uniforms are horrendous.” You called to him, stepping off the stage and making brief eye contact with Hope as she spoke to Landon.
“I have to agree with you on the uniforms being horrendous. We look like preppy golf kids.” You looked at the guy walking beside you.
“All we’re missing are the pants and the golf course.” You grinned, chuckling as the guy nodded and laughed along.
“I’m Kaleb, by the way. I’m a vampire, so I guess that means I’ll be seeing you around.” Kaleb gave a grin. You hummed, looking forward.
“Man, you and those other dudes got lucky. You don’t have to take these exams.”
“But, we do have to deal with the bullshit this school brings.” You stopped by a water fountain, leaning down and drinking from it. Kaleb leaned against the wall, arms crossing.
“Actually, I think that Landon guy was the one who brought the monsters with him. Things went to shit when he got here and-”
“It’s not Landons fault. The knife had been at this school for god knows how long.” You leaned up, wiping your mouth as your gaze fell on Rafael.
“Well, like I said, we gotta deal with the bullshit the school brings.”
“And to do that, we have to be a team. We can’t insult or push each other away.” Rafael said, glancing between you and Kaleb. You let out a small snort, grinning as you shook your head.
“Doesn’t that go against your nature? That’s all mutts know how to do. That and throw temper tantrums.” Kaleb snickered at your words. Rafael sighed, eyes shutting briefly in an attempt to stay calm and relaxed.
“You don’t have to worry about me, puppy. I can be a good teammate as long as you stay out of my way. Same goes for you.” You glanced at Kaleb before turning around and walking away. You walked to your first class, stepping inside and getting ready for a boring day of school.
~~~~~~~~~~
You ran your fingers over the books on the shelves, grabbing one and pulling it out of the shelf. You stepped out of the library and found a nice cushion seat, opening the book and flipping through the pages. You stopped on the one you had been looking for.
Klaus Mikaelson: The Great Evil
Your eyes swept over the writing, searching for any mention of Hope. She was powerful but she hadn’t become a full tribrid yet. You paused, hearing footsteps coming from the hallway along with someone humming softly.
“Dr. Saltzman!”
“”Dr. Saltzman, I have changed my mind. I’ve decided to take you up on your offer and get the hell out with every other sane person here.””
“No, actually, I took your advice and I stayed busy, and I think I found something.” You lifted your head at Landon’s words, hearing their footsteps head back down the hall. You stood up from your seat, turning your head and watching them turn a corner. You looked down at the book in your hands, gently biting your bottom lip.
“I definitely didn’t sign up for this… but I might as well enjoy the ride.” You looked back up, heading down the hall and entering the small library where Landon, Hope, and Alaric were at. You leaned against the railing, watching them speak.
“Why would a monster need to disguise itself as another monster? The Oneiroi sounds freaky enough.” Hope said, glancing between Landon and Alaric.
“Because if we knew what it actually was..”
“We’d know how to stop it.” Alaric finished for him, nodding.
“Hope, kiss him for me.” Alaric said, turning and heading towards the stairs. He looked up, noticing you. He slowed down, head tilting.
“Need something, (Y/N)?” Alaric asked, heading up the stairs. You shook your head, fingers drumming against the book.
“Just eavesdropping.” You shrugged. Alaric let out a small laugh, nodding as he walked by.
“Don’t think you’re off my radar, (Y/N).” Hope called, arms crossing as she cocked a brow at you.
“I’m honored you care so much about me, Red. It’s real sweet, though I think you should be more invested in your boytoy. Keep your eye on this one, Discount Jughead. She seems to have… a wandering eye. You shouldn’t forget who her mother was in love with.” You gave them a wink, turning around. You stepped towards a bookshelf, sliding the book into the shelf.
“What about your family? What were they like?” Hope asked, approaching the stairs. You turned to look at her.
“My mother gave my father a gift and then she left. At least she didn’t die because of me.” You leaned forward slightly as she got closer. Hope stopped a few feet from you, jaw clenching.
“You know nothing about me.”
“I could say the same, Red. I might’ve been a dick when I was younger but atleast I never tried to kill someone who loves me and raised me. You had a mother who was invested in you and loved you. It would’ve never crossed my mind to hurt my father, no matter how pissed I was.” You sneered, watching her facade begin to crumble. Hope remained silent for a few passing minutes.
“We should probably tell the others about our new discovery.” Landon piped up softly. Hope turned her head towards him, nodding.
“Yeah, I.. I have a plan.” Hope breathed out, looking back at you.
“Making enemies on your first day is the stupidest idea you’ve probably come up with.” Hope said, brushing past you. Landon slowly walked up the stairs, awkwardly approaching you.
“Hope is a.. She’s a good person-”
“You don’t have to defend her when she’s not around, My Chemical Romance.” You stared at him, giving a small eye roll.
“Why are you such a dick?”
“Well, my dad told me my mom was a bit of a bitch. I probably got it from her.” You shrugged, turning around and leaving the library. You heard Landon catch up with you.
“I was in the foster system for most of my life. I can understand some of your feelings regarding not knowing your mom and-”
“Listen, Gerard Way, I’m not interested in being your friend. I’ve been taught and shown that humans are the least trustworthy creatures on this planet. It’s better to be alone than to trust a human. They’re like chihuahuas. They think they’re at the top when they’re actually at the bottom and I’d rather not have my life in the hands of one.” You looked at him.
“Fair comparison.” Landon mumbled. “But, some humans are good and they mean well-”
“We can have this conversation after I take a nap.” You entered the lounge area where Hope had gathered the rest of the boys. Hope explained that the Night Hag was actually an Oneiroi.
“I know it sounds bad, but now that we know what the creature is, we can fight it.”
“How the hell are we supposed to kill a dream demon?”
“Leave that to me. But since I can’t fall asleep without compromising the location of the urn, I need someone else to pull it out of the dream plane and into our waking reality.” Hope explained, looking over everyone.
“So, Freddy Krueger, like I said.” Another vampire, MG, pointed out.
“And how the hell are we supposed to do that?” Rafael asked, looking back at Hope.
“By entering the dream plane, getting a hold of it, and waking yourself up.” You answered, shrugging lightly.
“Just like in the movies.” MG nodded in agreement to your response. Kaleb hummed, nodding.
“Is it too late to get on the evacuation bus?” Kaleb asked, tilting his head as you snorted. Hope gave a sympathetic look.
“No. I mean, I’m not gonna ask all of you to stay for this, it has to be your choice.” Hope said, silence following. Landon quickly stood up.
“I’m not leaving unless Hope does.” Landon said. Hope didn’t seem exactly thrilled as she gave a small hum. She looked at Rafael, brows raised in question.
“I’m not leaving Landon behind.”
“You two are very codependent.” You mumbled, hearing Kaleb snicker and nod.
“I’m a founding member of the Super Squad-”
“The fuck is a ‘Super Squad’?”
“-So I can’t bail.” MG stood up from his seat with a supporting smile. The four of them turned towards you and Kaleb.
“Y’all are gonna get yourselves killed.” Kaleb said, looking at Hope.
“But if MG stays, I stay.” He added with a sigh, looking at you.
“This reeks of drama and chaos so, I’m definitely staying and watching this go down.” You grinned, shrugging lightly. “But I’m not gonna be a member of this.. ‘Super Squad’ shit you have going on.”
“In that case, it’s naptime.” Hope said, giving a small nod.
“I’ll go speak with Dr. Saltzman. Get set up in the gym. Bring blankets, pillows, and anything else that might help you fall asleep.” Hope walked past them and Landon quickly followed.
“Codependency is a big problem here, huh?” You shook your head, glancing at Kaleb. You grabbed one of the pillows off the couch and turned, heading towards the gym. You watched the others bring the necessary stuff, Hope and Landon entering while deep in what seemed like an argument.
“You are gonna sleep with us, right?” Kaleb asked, noticing you hadn't made a small bed like they had.
“No.” You shook your head, arms crossing.
“What do you mean, no?” Landon frowned, brows furrowing.
“You don’t want to see me wake up from a nightmare. Accidental shifting and accidental arson isn’t pretty.” You shrugged lightly. Hope hummed.
“We don’t need a confused dragon causing an accident.” Hope looked at the rest of the guys. They lied down in a circle, slowly falling asleep one by one. Hope stepped towards you, closely watching each of them.
“It was a shit move to bring up your mom. I’ve been on edge since dad disappeared.” You said quietly, ignoring the surprised look Hope gave you.
“Sorry for that.” You walked away from her, careful to be quiet so as to not wake them up. You noticed each of the boys becoming more twitchy, faces contorted in confusion or fear as the hours began to pass.
“How come you aren’t tired?” Hope asked softly.
“You think I could sleep with my only family gone?” You looked at her with raised brows. Hope nodded, looking down to see that Rafael, MG, and Kaleb had stopped twitching as much.
“It’s almost time.” Hope turned, quickly leaving the gym. You gently toyed with your necklace, licking your lips and turning to face the boys when they all suddenly awoke. They stood and began talking all at once, making you huff in annoyance.
“Calm down, Hope’s handling it.”
“What? What the hell-” Landon was cut off by Oneiroi and Hope crashing through one of the doors. Hope quickly got up, blowing some hair out of her face.
“Stay back, I got this.” She called, running forward and tackling the demon before promptly getting choked.
“Yeah, she’s totally got this.” You mumbled, picking up two wooden pieces that had belonged to the now broken doors. You approached her, stabbing the pieces through the demons’ eyes. Hope let out a gasp for breath as the demon disappeared into a cloud.
“Thank you.” She coughed, rubbing her throat.
“Next time, be prepared.” You stood, letting Landon help her up as Alaric rushed in with his crossbow. You tossed the wood aside, turning and walking past Alaric. You thought back on the urn and Hope mentioning she knew where it was. Befriending her to find it would be a problem in itself.
“(Y/N)!” Alaric called after you, quickly jogging after you. You turned to face him, raising a brow.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for helping Hope. How’d you know how to kill it?” Alaric asked.
“Like I said, dragons don’t just horde inanimate objects. I like to read as a pastime and most of the time, the books have to do with the supernatural.” You answered, shrugging lightly. Alaric nodded, reaching out and gently touching your arm.
“Thank you.. I’m sure Hope appreciates it.” Alaric gave a small smile. You nodded, licking your lips as Alaric turned and went to check on everyone. He passed by Hope who gave him a small smile and nod. She turned her head to look at you, arms gently wrapping around herself. She slowly approached you, gaze on the ground.
“I know you could’ve just let me get hurt but.. Thank you for helping me. I know we got off on a terrible foot so, I hope we can be a bit more civil with each other.”
Nolan hasn't flown to distant sectors for a long time. The Global Defense Agency has seized an unusual energy impulse emanating from one of the forgotten planets - Dragon Peak. The planet was considered dead: frozen for a long time, completely uninhabited.
But the signal was clear, and as if... alive. Cecil asked to check - quickly and without noise.
Nolan hardly hesitated. He didn't tell Debbie the whole truth. He didn't wake Mark up. He just kissed his wife on the forehead and said:
- I'll be back soon. It won't take much time.
He believed in it himself.
Dragons' Rest
...As the ship descended onto the icy surface, the silence was almost absolute. Only the hum of the systems in his helmet and the creaking of the ice under his feet. Nolan looked around.
The planet was covered in crystalline snow and permafrost. He climbed the slope - the scanners did not pick up a single sign of life, only traces: old buildings, ruined temples, frozen bones of dragon-like creatures.
He walked through fields of petrified wings, where everything seemed to have stopped in its final, farewell movement.
"Here... was life," he muttered, looking at the ice statue of a dragon bending over something... as if guarding it.
That "something" turned out to be the entrance to a temple - an ancient sanctuary, half-ruined, but still filled with strange energy. There were frescoes inside. Images. Dragons with horns and tails. One of them held a shining egg in its paws. No inscriptions, no sounds - only a sense of loss. Departure.
Nolan froze in the center of the hall.
He felt a presence, but not a living one. Memory. Echo.
This civilization disappeared - not yesterday, not a hundred years ago. Thousands of years ago. And the egg lying on the pedestal is all that remains of them.
"Are you... the last?" he said, looking at the shining turquoise egg.
He stayed in the temple for several hours. Left beacons, analyzed the air, energy traces. Returned to the ship, checked every sensor.
There was no life.
He approached the egg only when he was sure: it belonged to no one, except the planet itself. It was waiting. Waiting for someone to wake him up. Someone to take care of him.
“I don’t know who you are,” he said quietly, picking up the egg, “but I know you shouldn’t disappear.”
Chapter 2
(Yeah... maybe for some people it will be strange, but it's okay, at least I like it. :] )
A tiny hand — clawed but fragile — pushed gently against the shell from inside. It wasn't violent. Not angry. It felt... hesitant. Like someone knocking softly on a door, afraid of being tu rned away.
Debbie backed up one step
Then two
She wanted to run. To call for Nolan. But something stopped her. Maybe it was fear. Maybe something else. A quiet pull in her chest that she couldn’t explain.
Tap
Tap
The shell crumbled outward, a soft pop of frost swirling into the air.
And then — eyes
Two of them. Huge, glowing, the color of frozen seafoam — somewhere between blue and green. They blinked up at her through the broken shell. And beneath them, a face — small, soft, inhumanly delicate.
Hair spilled out over the rim of the egg — snow-white at the roots, fading into glowing turquoise at the tips. It shimmered like crystal threads under moonlight.
Two tiny horns, just barely curved, peeked from under her fringe. And a thin tail, matching the color of her hair, trailed after her as she dragged herself free of the shell.
She didn’t cry
She didn’t move aggressively
She just looked up at Debbie… like she’d known her all along
And Debbie — frightened, breathless, frozen — didn’t run. She didn’t scream
She took a step closer
One step. That’s all
But it was enough
The living room was still. The only sound was the soft crackling of frost melting into the carpet.
Debbie didn’t know how long she stood there — a minute, maybe five — just staring at the tiny creature that now lay curled on the blanket. The shattered pieces of her egg steamed faintly in the warm air, fading like mist.
The little girl — because there was no other word for her — didn’t move much. Her eyes blinked slowly, tracking everything, especially Debbie. Her breath came in soft puffs, visible in the cold air.
And she was small. So small
Debbie’s gaze moved over her again — the white-and-turquoise hair clinging to her damp face, the way her horns barely curled above her forehead, the way her thin tail coiled instinctively around her legs like a kitten’s.
She doesn’t even look like she knows how to stand
The thought startled her. She hadn’t meant to think of the child that way — like someone helpless. Vulnerable.
And yet… she was
Debbie took a slow step closer
The child didn’t flinch
Another step
Still nothing — just wide, watching eyes. Like she was waiting for permission to exist.
Debbie knelt beside the coffee table, careful not to get too close. Her hand hovered in the air for a long second before she let it fall, slowly, onto the edge of the blanket.
They sat in silence.
The baby tilted her head slightly.
Then — without a sound — she reached out with one tiny, clawed hand and touched Debbie’s fingers.
Cold. Ice cold
But her touch was gentle
Delicate
Instinctive
Debbie’s throat tightened. She blinked rapidly, forcing the tears back.
— “You’re just a baby” she whispered.
The little girl blinked. Her small tail twitched once behind her.
Debbie didn’t pull away.
She didn’t call for Nolan.
She just… stayed. In the quiet. In the cold.
She didn’t know what this child was. Not yet. But for now, she didn’t look like a danger. She looked like someone just as scared as Debbie was.
I appreciate all the patience and apologize that it's been so long, the post after this will be of my own personal lore but over all this is still one of my biggest projects, I'll get to all the requests soon! Thank you all for being so patient.
❦ ════ •⊰❂⊱• ════ ❦
[part 1] || [part 2] || [part 3] || [part 4] ||
The morning came and you awoke with a groan , safe to say you'd gotten some really shit sleep. Maybe it was the fact you didn't fall asleep at your usual time, in your usual place. Or maybe it was the facr Xisuma had woken you up far earlier than you are used to.
"Morning kid, time to get ready, we've got a longer day than usual."
He smiled as he gently pulled the blankets off of you and set a rather fancy-ish looking outfit on your bed.
Alright, I need you to take a bath and get dressed, breakfast will be after, I know it's different from your usual schedule but we gotta do it, okay?".
You huffed at the notion your usual schedule would be interrupted, however you couldn't stay mad for long with how happy Xisuma seemed to be about things. Slowly you do as asked, taking a bath , getting dressed and then waiting at the table for breakfast. Xisuma happily provided something he called French toast as well as bacon.
After breakfast he asked you to gather things you'd like to take out, you quickly gathered all of your usual toys as well as the book Xisuma is currently reading to you and the book you write in. He happily packed those up for you and offered you a hand. " Alright, ready Y/n?"
You nodded with a small uneasy smile. "Yes?.." You questioned nervously looking up towards Xisuma as he took your hand and began to lead you along. As you two walked you met up with Doc and Grian who smiled when they saw you.as a group you all simply continued further to a large building. To your liking the roof of the place was decorated from head to toe in large crystals and other sparkly objects. Quietly you excited yourself over the gems as the adults talked.
Once their conversation had finished Xisuma took your hand and started up your walk inside the house. Once inside Xisuma sighed as he brought you to a corner to sit. He set your things down and smiled.
"Alright Y/N I'll be over there sitting if you need anything come get me,” He pointed towards the head of a very large rectangular table “After the bigger part of the meeting finishes you can come meet everyone, they're all really nice I promise." Xisuma sighs with a smile as he ruffles your hair and goes to take his seat.
The meeting provided as usual, server updates and new pop up shops being talked about as well as things that have happened, accidents or not. A general healthcare check and a mental health check for everyone. As the meeting was nearing it's end Xisuma smiled as he spoke.
"Pardon me hermits! I have one last important thing to announce!" He started as the hermits began to quiet down. " We have a new member on the hermitcraft server, they're shy and quite skittish so let them approach you at their own pace,” He gestured over to you getting the musing and quiet concerns of the other hermits the. “Yes they're the child in the corner. Their name is Y/n and they are an official member of our server and i'd like to ask all of your help in taking care of them."
You looked up hearing your name only to realise the many , many pairs of eyes on you. It made you feel nervous almost to the point of curling up. Your wings raised, fanning out as you backed into the corner. Grian, Pearl, Impulse , Scar and Cub are the first ones to recognize the not only frightened but partially hostile look. Grian is the first to speak up walking over to you and fanning his wings to hide you.
“As a collective we should all put in the work to research dragon hybrids,. Clearly they’ve been through a lot so they may have a more hostile or timid approach to most things but I’d like it if we could welcome them all with open arms. If it's any consideration I'll be taking them first.” He glanced over at Xisuma to confirm it was okay.
“As collective caretakers it's only fair we help them heal, and grow up no matter their interests, it could be building, Redstone, Breaking the rules of reality,” He spared a quick knowing glance towards Doc “Or any of the infinite things we could offer them!”
Small talk started between the hermits all with too many things to bring up, that was until Joe spoke up.
“I think it's fantastic! We were all getting a little bored, and I think we should take the chance to become someone special in someone's life.” He smiled glancing past Grian’s wings to offer you a small smile.
Xisuma nodded. “It would be good for all of us , Grian can start us off and slowly the rest of you could get acclimated and take turns with them as well.”
Grian nodded as he picked you up, placing you on his shoulders. “Me and the kid are going to have a great time! Trust me , there will be nothing but reasonable mischief and teaching them the important basics!”
