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Fandoms: Unusual Dragon Hoards - iguanamouth
24 Dec 2014
Necco is a small, struggling dragon, who can barely keep his hoard together, in a big town full of much more powerful and quite temperamental dragons. Some days, it's all he can do to stay alive.
21 May 2016
"Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be scored. There are games to be won.
And the magical things you can do with that ball
will make you the winning-est winner of all.
Fame! You'll be as famous as famous can be,
with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.
Except when they don't
Because, sometimes they won't.
I'm afraid that some times
you'll play lonely games too.
Games you can't win
'cause you'll play against you."
Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You'll Go!
Dragons are playful creatures. They play twisted games with others of their kind and manipulate the future for their own purposes.
John Stilinski was a smart man, there was a reason why he got elected sheriff repeatedly and it wasn’t all his good looks.
He was able to put evidence together where most others would see no connection at all and was able to hear lies out of a person’s voice without having werewolf powers.
So when he found clothes that he knew weren’t his son’s, he knew that something was up.
- Part 2 of A Dragon's Life
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
17 Jul 2017
Belonging to a clan of the first fire dragons to attend Hogwarts in a couple of centuries gives a dragon a lot of problems. Not in the least of it is Harry Potter, last in the line of mages descended from Merlin - who has an absolute LACK of self-preservation.
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Bookmarked by MojoFlower
18 Mar 2018
Hee hee. Stiles, you shouldn't have opened that box. Now your dragon heritage is showing...
He wakes to a noise. It sounds like metal crashing together. This time, he doesn’t linger and ponder Stiles’ reason for being there. He’s up like a shot, storming out of his bed’s enclave and across to where a shadowy figure is crouched and mumbling, gathering silver pans and dishes into his arms with careful, practiced movements.
Derek grabs Stiles by the arm and flings him around. This time, Stiles doesn’t squawk or shriek, or ramble endlessly. Instead, he turns to face Derek and freezes, body pulled taut. His eyes are a brilliant, fiery gold, and Derek knows instinctively the rays of moonlight from his kitchen window has nothing to do with it. He steps back, holds placating hands up, tries to project calm and reassurance.
“Stiles, you need help. Let me help you.”
Stiles tilts his head slowly, calculating, and then looks down at his armful of items.
“I… need these.” He says, stilting.
“Okay.” Derek nods slowly. “You can have them.”
Stiles suddenly brightens. “I can? Oh man,” he sounds more like himself now, “oh man, okay. Okay.”
“Are they… for your nest?” Derek wonders if he can reach his phone, distract Stiles, and speed-dial Scott without the teenager noticing. Somehow, he doubts it.
Suddenly, Stiles’ eyes are on him. They are unblinking, and very serious.
“Yes,” he says, “they are.”
He seems to be searching for an appropriate response.
“Okay?” Derek tries, floundering. “That’s… good?”
A smile breaks free over Stiles’ face, broad and free. “It is?”