You're a rouge dragon rider, Eret's a dragon trapper. Enemies to lovers kinda deal ;)
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The large ship creaked and swayed with the black waves, sailing smoothly through the starry night. The rumbles and whines of dragons echoed in the open sea air. They clawed miserably at their cages, only to be yelled at by the night guards. One hunter clanged his spear against the cage bars to make them go quiet.
"Bloody beasts," he muttered. "I don't get payed enough for this yakshit."
As the warm light of his torch vanished around the corner a shadow leapt down from behind a few crates. She moved stealthily across the deck, making sure the coast was clear. Then she made her move.
She silently neared one of the cages. The dragon within, a Hideous Zippleback, hissed at her, but when she held up her palm her scent made it relax. Finally she tossed her hood back. Her breath puffed in the cold air. She unhooked a green vile from her belt: a vile of Changewing acid. But just as she was about to pour a drop onto the lock rough hands clasped her from behind and pulled her round, pinning her face first against the nearest wall. The vile shattered and the acid fizzled as it spilled across the deck.
She struggled in the stranger's iron grip but to no avail. Her hands were twisted behind her and a firm chest leaned into her back, keeping her in place.
She felt their lips near her ear. "Got ya."
Y/n almost rolled her eyes at the familiar cocky voice and relaxed a little.
"Eret son of Eret," she smiled bitterly. "Why am I not surprised?"
Eret's deep chuckle reverberated across her back. "I, on the other hand, must say I'm a bit disappointed. Thought for sure you'd see me coming."
"Then why bother trying to sneak up on me?"
He spun her round and pinned her wrists, a cheeky smirk on his face. "Because I like it when you fight. Keeps things interesting."
Y/n stared up at him for a moment, distracted by his closeness, then she kneed him in the stomach. He groaned and buckled over, his grip on her wrists loosening enough for her to shove him back.
"That interesting enough for ya?" she chirped.
"Yeah," he wheezed, clutching his stomach. "I felt that one."
He quickly recovered though, and straightening himself he slowly unsheathed his sword. He snickered. "And here I thought you'd go easy on me."
"That was easy," y/n taunted, pulling out her own sword.
Eret smiled. That stupid, attractive smile. He gestured to her, as if he were a gentlemen inviting her to a dance. "Shall we?"
Y/n smiled coyly. "Thought you'd never ask."
They rushed each other, and their blades met and clashed; y/n was swift and agile, while Eret, although surprisingly light on his feet, attacked with strength and brute force. They moved so perfectly together, so familiar with one another's moves it truly looked like they were dancing.
But every now and then there was an opening. When Eret sliced at y/n she leaned aside, feeling the wind of his blade, and seeing her chance she countered it so quickly he barely had time to block it.
When he stumbled back she smirked. "You're getting predictable."
Again she attacked, but to her surprise Eret saw it coming and locked his sword with hers, pulling her flush against his front.
