#dragon!frankenstein

@darkicedragon a very shiny dragon!Frankenstein and prince!Rai :D Because this fic (Chapter 2) of yours is very awesome

“Whoever takes Cadis Etrama di Raizel out of his prision shall rule Lukedonia after me” Said the Previous Lord “It will be fun”  thought the Previous Lord.

What a mistake.

how dare [you] 

Uuuh, I went for Awakening the Guardian verse (dragon!Frankenstein contracts Takeo and Tao) since I have that many dragon!Frankenstein verses and that’s the one where this prompt could fit best. 8′D If you were meaning d!Frankenstein and d!M-21 verse, whoops.

If it’s not what you wanted, just let me know and/or pick a different prompt, haha.

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Frankenstein growled, curling his lip to bare his fangs at the Union mages, shaking off whatever magic they’d tried to cast on him like water running off his scales. Dark Spear clambered to be used,  already flickering across his scales, and all he had to do was summon them at a word.  “How dare you,” he breathed, coiling tighter around the cage that held Takeo and Tao, the metal making a dull screech as it bent under his strength.

“Master,” Frankenstein said as he refilled Master’s teacup, dragon-M-21 watching the falling liquid, “what would you like for dinner?”

“Roasted marshmallows.” There had been no hesitation.

Dragon-M-21 perked up at those words, looking up at Frankenstein. There was a burst of smothered snickering that could have only come from Tao.

“Mast...” Frankenstein trailed off, feeling that Master wouldn’t change his mind. “Yes, Master.”

For once, Frankenstein would have preferred it if Master had chosen ramen.

Tao’s head snapped up at a crash downstairs, with the distinctive sound of shattering glass. He would have zipped out but the tiny silver maybe-dragon chirped at the sound, launching themself into the air.

“Hey, hey!” Tao said, catching them and stuffing them in a pocket as he ran out his room. At least that way he knew where they were and wouldn’t have to worry about them running into the fight at a bad time. Trying to find somewhere to put them would take too long, and they’d already figured out how to open doors. “Stay there, okay?”

The living room was unsurprisingly a mess, the garden door blasted in, and in the centre-

Uh.

Was Boss, looking spitting mad and glaring at Takeo. Not at the mess. Which was an indication in itself. The second indication that something was wrong was the low growl coming from Boss, something he more expected from M-21.

The third that there was something off was the pair of golden orange-tipped horns that curled out from Boss’ head.

The air was heavy with the imposter’s aura and it was like Boss’, crackling with power but it didn’t have Dark Spear’s bite.

‘Where’s. My. KIT?’ the imposter roared, and the tea machine exploded, showering the room.

That sounded like something Boss would say and the maybe-dragon chirped again, sticking their head out of Tao’s pocket.

The imposter’s attention snapped to him, to the maybe-dragon, and oh. Oh shit. Kit. Child. They were a parent and they were looking for-

Tao’s eyes widened as the dragon parent advanced on him.

Next part

I keep going back and forth between the timeline, haha. 8D; 

Aaaand at this rate I should probably just make a title-specific tag for this because there’s pretty much no way I’m going to be able to order this. 8D;

Set before part 2

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Hopefully by this point it’s easier to figure out which part this is after depending on who’s in the fic.

The rest of the parts. And I should probably make a masterlist and order the ficlets there. That should be easier, haha.

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“Whew!” Tao said, flopping back, the empty marshmallow bag crinkling in his hand. “All done!” The storm had eased as they’d gone through the marshmallow bags, the den getting lighter, and Tao hadn’t needed to worry about getting a cold — the dragon’s fire had dried him after two puffs. He tilted his head back, watching the rain upside down as it continued to fall. Hmm...

“If you’re worried that I’ll turn you out on your ear,” huge parent dragon said and Tao lifted his head to look at them, “I won’t. I’m not heartless, as much as some people believe.”

Was that a personal comment, or talking about the legend that dragons gave up their heart for immortality?

Tao chuckled, laying back down as he stuffed the rubbish into his bag. “If you were heartless, you wouldn’t have let me in the first place or roasted marshmallows for me.”

“I could be fattening you up to eat you later.”

Tao squinted up at the ceiling, his heartrate not spiking like it would have after first meeting huge parent dragon. Not after they’d spent all this time discussing different ways to test and calculate if food really tasted different with dragon fire. “I’m not going to get fat on marshmallows. And you said you don’t like human flesh.”

“I’m sure you’ve had moments where you ate food that wasn’t your preference because it was right in front of you at the time.”

Tao had talked to huge parent dragon enough to recognise the hint of an amused tone. “Yeah, but I’m not even snack-sized for you,” Tao said as he pushed himself up onto his elbows, grinning up at huge parent dragon. “You wouldn’t need to bite before swallowing.” Though the thought of getting eaten alive was something he didn’t want to dwell on.

Tao cocked his head at the chirping coming from further in the den and grinned harder. He wasn’t sure if the kit was doing that because of him or something they’d found, but it was a more welcome sound than the earlier keening.

“Ah, right!” He sat up, crossing his legs. He didn’t know the proper way of doing this, but huge parent dragon didn’t seem to be big on ceremony so any way should be all right? “I’m Tao!” He raised an arm and waved. “A bit late for introductions, but we did have to roast the marshmallow first, heh.”

Huge parent dragon dipped their head, looking at him the entire time. “Frankenstein.”

Tao nodded, making sure to remember.

Frankenstein shifted, rolling their wings. Did the kit not have a name yet? Did dragons- “My kit is M-21.” 

Tao’s eyes widened as Frankenstein’s narrow gaze bored into him, daring him to make a comment. That...wasn’t a dragon name. Not that Tao knew how dragons named themselves, but he was pretty sure they didn’t use numbers and letters. Not like that.

Not like something a human would name a labrat, to distance themselves as they experimented on the rat.

That...would explain a lot. Why M-21 looked the way they did, why they were afraid at the sight of him, why Frankenstein was so protective over them.

Tao exhaled, and beamed. “Got it!” Humans experimenting on dragons? Frankenstein must have broken M-21 out of a lab and seen whatever else the humans there had been doing.

And M-21′s presence had to be hidden here, in case those humans wanted them back.

He was lucky he hadn’t been killed outright once Frankenstein had seen him.

Getting caught up in a plot involving escaped experiments wasn’t something Tao had expected when he’d first headed for the mountain in search of a dragon, but after seeing the glimpse of what M-21 was like, he was willing to do what he could to protect the kit. If he was allowed. Not that Frankenstein needed help, but there had to be something he could help with.

Set after part 1 and before part 2.

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Frankenstein startled awake, fear slamming through the link. He scrambled upright, charging for his den’s exit.

The kit was there, flat on their front, wings spread like they were trying to make themself as small as possible. No-one was at the entrance, sunlight starting to peek over the horizon. Ah.

“The sun’s rising,” Frankenstein told them, walking over.

[The sun…] the kit echoed. It had taken until night had fallen before Frankenstein could coax the kit outside the Union lab, and had distracted them further by explaining everything around them.

“It lights the sky - that’s why it’s changing colour.”

[Hm…] The kit continued to stare outside, their ears lifting in increments. Frankenstein wanted to nuzzle them for comfort but refrained.

The kit had already started to wonder about what Frankenstein was telling them. Not enough to ask questions, but if he could nurture that budding curiosity…

The kit backed away from the exit, bumping into Frankenstein’s front limb and flinched.

“It’s all right,” Frankenstein said, stepping away. “Nothing’s wrong.” His anger at the Union scientists was a low constant burn now, seeing the damage they’d done to the kit.

The kit stared at him for a second before squirming back, their head lowered, not looking at him.

Frankenstein turned his attention back outside, watching the sun rise.

Set after part 2.

_____ M-21’s nose twitched, smelling something as Frankenstein’s den lit up, glowing purple. They leaned more on Frankenstein’s tail, watching the human’s shadow wave its arms.

“Ahaha, okay, that’s enough! That’s enough!”

M-21 cringed back at the loud voice but they huffed at Frankenstein’s warm reassuring mental touch.

[The human isn’t part of the organisation that hurt you.]

? There were more humans than that?

“Damn, did I say a minute or two? That was a second.”

[A particular scent clings to those humans and this one doesn’t have it.]

M-21 wasn’t sure what Frankenstein meant by that and sent confusion.

“Of course. Dragon fire burns far brighter than regular fire.”

[Not all humans are as greedy and have such disregard for life as the ones you’ve encountered before.]

[But all of them were like that.] Especially the ones that wore white.

A soft growl. [Like attracts like, unfortunately.]

“These do taste better! Wanna try one?”

“They do?” Frankenstein’s wings rustled. “Are you certain, or do you only think so because it’s good after climbing the mountain?”

There was a pause. "Weeell, when you put it that way… But I won’t be able to grab any dry wood in that weather. Not unless you like, hoard wood or books.”

M-21 blinked, glancing further into Frankenstein’s den. Frankenstein did collect books.  A lot of them. There were so many, if they were knocked over, M-21 would be buried under them all.

“Are you suggesting you would burn my hoard in front of me?”

There was a very long pause and M-21 strained to listen to this different human, Frankenstein’s amusement thrumming through their connection.

“That...was the worst thing to say to you, huh…?” The human’s voice was higher again, like when Frankenstein had first landed on them.

“For a large number of dragons, you would have been devoured already for suggesting such a thing, yes.”

M-21 cocked their head at Frankenstein. Dragons did that?

“Haha… Um.” A shaky breath. “Shit.” That was barely heard over the rain. 

“However,” Frankenstein said, “I find human flesh to be rather tasteless, so you are safe from me.”

M-21 blinked, Frankenstein’s amusement growing. [You don’t eat.] Frankenstein brought them food but never joined in the meal.

[No, I don’t.]

As M-21 puzzled that over, the human laughed. It was weak at first, but it grew louder until it became breathless.

“Hokay, that’s good to know! I can’t do a comparison now, but we can still roast marshmallows if ya want.”

“I would enjoy that.”

The next time the den lit up purple, the human said, “Here ya - ah, all of them? Sure!”

M-21 lifted their head, feeling Frankenstein move and sniffed at the small white things clasped between his jaws. They took the stick from him, which was thin and smooth, Frankenstein showing them how the human had eaten it. …The human did dress differently from what M-21 was used to.

M-21 nibbled one of the marshmallows as Frankenstein exhaled over their head. It was crisp - the marshmallow dissolved once they got through the thin outer shell and it was the sweetest thing M-21 had ever tasted.

They opened the closed their jaw over and over again, getting used to the taste and consistency.

But…

It was nice.

M-21 devoured the rest, their throat chirping as Frankenstein chuckled.

Once M-21 was done, Frankenstein retrieved the stick and turned around again.

“Thanks! Do ya want more?”

Frankenstein sent a query at M-21 and they nodded, their throat still chirping.

“All riiight! More roasted marshmallows, coming right up!”