And at the end of fear...

- Firefly probably loved dragons growing up. I mean, who doesn’t love a giant reptile that can fly and breath fire? I sure as hell love them, myself.

- So, when he saw a 20ft long dragon… He probably thought you were either a hallucination or a statue. So he tried to shoot you with his flamethrower to find out.

- What he didn’t expect was for the dragon to get pissed off at him.

- Once both of you calm down, he’s probably pulling at your wings until you transform back into a human.

- “What the hell”

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- Setting fires! The best kind of buddy for it might just be someone that happens to breathe fire… has wings… scales…

- Anyway you’re now his partner-in-crime

- So dragons tend to hoard things, right? Well, whatever it is you’re hoarding, he’s bringing things to add into it when he’s out and finds something

- Just tosses the item at you and when you (hopefully) catch it, he just grins at you, clearly very proud

- sleeps on u. just straight up lays on top of you when you’re in like. The dragon form. He says you’re “warm” and “Like a more badass plushie”

- The first time you stepped out of a fire unscathed, he was… shocked, to say the least. Seeing a regular civilian – not a hero, not a villain, just walk out of the burning building surprised him.

- He didn’t do anything yet, though. Just watched you walk out, until he heard the sirens. He left.

- Seeking out your workplace, he started an experiment of sorts – Set it on fire, see if you walk out unharmed. If you didn’t, well, too bad. BUT if you did? Oh, he HAS to know more.

- The minute you ran out, he flew to you, grabbed you and… just left. Landing on a random rooftop, he started the questions.

- HOW? WHAT? HOW AGAIN? CAN YOU TEACH HIM? ARE YOU ALSO IMMUNE TO EXPLOSIONS? SINCE YOU CAN STAND THE HEAT, CAN HE HAVE YOUR NUMBER-

- also, he might’ve tried to set you on fire at that moment, as well. Just to test your immunity.

- Suddenly, you see him a lot. A silhuette on the night sky, A fire suspiciously close to where you live… the list goes on.

- is it a threat? I dont know lmao

- ANYHOW, after a while, he just decides to show up at your door one day.

- Was it terrifying? A little, considering he had all his gear on him, demanding to be let inside.

- You didn’t really want to let him in, but.. your pet seemed to like him for some reason, so…

- Well, he set his stuff down, so atleast he wasn’t there to burn the place down. Instead, he sat down on your couch and asked for a drink.

- Uh? Sure?

- He was loud – cackling and just… his voice was loud, in general. You were surprised you didn’t get a complaint from your neighbours.

- He did occasionally talk more quietly – His voice hoarse and low, but still full of that.. confidence and passion. The way he talked about fire made fire sound… fascinating, gorgeous,…

- And then he started asking about your immunity.

 “Oh, you’re so lucky I love you.” You groaned, “If I didn’t you’d be dead already.”

 “Oh really?” You could practically hear the grin in his voice. “That so?”

 “Wait,” You stopped, glaring at him. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

 “Then what did you mean?” he laughed, inhaling sharply afterwards. “You ain’t got a crush on little old me, do ya? ‘Cause if you did, it wouldn’t be that much of a surprise…”

 “Don’t flatter yourself.” You grumbled, feeling your heart hammering in your chest. You weren’t about to be humiliated by this… idiot, simply because you didn’t think properly before you spoke. “like I’d find someone like you attractive.”

 “ ‘Someone like me’, huh?” He turned off his jetpack. “What’s so bad about me? Aside from my, well-” He motioned to the burning building in the distance.

 “You’re fucking insufferable.” He looked amused at your comment, Not believing it one bit. You took a few steps back.

 “Am I? Or do you think I’m just so ho-”

 Oh, it was too much. You turned your back on him, and ran. That was humiliating. You should’ve just punched him when you had the chance, you thought. 

 “OH, SO I AM RIGHT!” He shouted as you ran.

 You, of course, responded with the classic “FUCK OFF!” and ran. Maybe taking a few weeks off wasn’t a bad idea. At least it’d mean you wouldn’t have to interact with Lynns. Maybe he’d forget about your slip-up. Hopefully. 

 It wasn’t long until you reached your apartment, gasping for breath and stumbling into the kitchen to get a glass of water. You drank, leaning against the counter. What you needed after that frankly embarrassing scene was a cup of tea and--

 Knock, knock, knock.

 You looked over at the window in your living room, where the noise came from. Despite the rain and darkness, Lynns’s silhouette was unmistakable. You didn’t wanna let him in, but closing the curtains on him would just make him angry, considering he knew you saw and heard him knocking. He would probably either kick down the door or break the window if you didn’t let him in - He was looking at you expectantly.