Random Oneshots

The Dragonshifters

3rd person pov
A eighteen year old h/c haired male was sitting on his bed in his bedroom in the basement of his family's house. On the day of the infamous dragon hunt his family always made him hide in the basement.

"Stupid fucking family. Force me to protect the brat that is my adoptive younger sister then lock me away on the day you want me to protect her from" Y/n grumbled as he crossed his arms in annoyance as he never could understand why they locked him away since it was clear they only wanted him to protect their precious daughter.

"Stupid fucking traditional dragon hunt...the whole entire thing is just stupid" the male growled as he heard fire crackling from outside of his basement window. He frowned as he stood up and walked over to his desk where sketches of unfinished drawings littered the desk and floor nearby.

"But I suppose this 'family' of mine gives me free housing and free food...so I can't complain" Y/n sighed as he looked out of the single window. His adoptive family never treated him like he was part of the family, but he never voiced his issue with it as he didn't care. He was looking out of the window ignoring the flames and smoke then he spotted two Dragonshifters standing around a small female child.

"Shit?! These damned Dragonshifters are willing to take a fucking child as a slave?!" Y/n growled in anger to himself before grabbing the katana he bought and maintained over the years. He unlocked the window and crawled through after opening it. He hated the tradition of allowing the Dragonshifters to raid villages and takes people for who knows what. He hated the shifters targeting children even more.

'Not on my fucking watch they aren't' Y/n mentally huffed before sneaking through the bushes that somehow managed to remain unburned from the raging fires surrounding them. He picked up a rock and threw it as hard as he could breaking a window of a building on the other side of the clearing. Hearing the window break made the two shifters turn their heads and walk towards the building in curiosity.

"Psst kid" Y/n whispered peeking out from behind one of the bushes causing the child to look at him with her dusty green eyes.

"Come with me. I'll bring you somewhere safe for the night" Y/n whispered holding his hand out for her. She looked around the area before crawling over and grabbing his hand then the two of them head back to the house and Y/n looked around and once he saw no one he carefully helped the girl through his basement window before climbing in after her. Once both of them were inside he shut the window and locked it again.

"Are you hurt anywhere kiddo?" Y/n asked turning around to look at the black-haired child who whimpered before holding up her arm that had a gash down the side of it.

"Did they do that or was it something else?" Y/n asked as he hung the katana back up and grabbing the first aid kit he kept near his desk. She held up a single finger making Y/n assume she meant that the shifters caused it. He kneeled down and cleaned and wrapped it up tightly as he didn't want it coming undone.

"Let me go up and see if I can get us anything to eat...is there anything you can't have? Like milk or something?" Y/n asked making the child shake her head in response, so he nodded and crept up the stairs to the basement door. He opened the door, which was left unlocked for some reason, his 'family' tried yelling at him about being out of his room, but he ignored them like he always did when he came upstairs for food. He searched the cabinets and fridge for something for the two of them to eat for the night.

"Mom! Y/n has some unknown brat in his room!" S/n, Y/n's bratty adoptive sister, shouted as she came up from the basement. Y/n stopped for a moment to wonder when she went down into the basement, but he ignored their shouting and complaining while grabbing the food and walking back into his room to give the unknown child the Poptart he grabbed thinking she'd like that rather than some health bar.