☁️🔞Love me, Treasure [Human/Dragon]

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A fantasy AU

The dragon arrived early in the morning, and by noon the entire village was in a panic in the town hall. No one in the village knew anything about dragons, aside from what they’d heard in fairy tales and stories, and the plans for dealing with it were about that level of sophistication.

“We’re not sacrificing a virgin to the dragon,” Ishan said in exasperation.

“Well what would you do?!” the mayor demanded.

“I’m going to go talk to it,” Ishan said reasonably, and got up from his seat and went to do just that.
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Ishan was a plain-faced unmarried and childless omega with no designs on changing any of that, and too old to bear children anyway. He did not make friends easily and kept them even less easily, had very decided opinions, and was the best blacksmith in the village, but not the only one.

No one tried to stop him from going to talk to the dragon, and that was the point there. No one really cared enough.

The dragon was out in the fields, picking off sheep one at a time. Ishan watched resignedly for a few minutes from a distance, figuring it would be in a better mood if it were full. It was not as big as he would’ve expected a dragon to be—closer to the size of a particularly large draft horse than the anticipated magical monster. It was still certainly big enough to kill him, of course, and probably devour at least half of him.

“Hello!” he called out. The dragon ignored him. “Excuse me!” The dragon swooped by overhead without a word on batlike wings, and the sheep fled in terror. It was a long, graceful thing, built—unsurprisingly—like a tremendous lizard, and its teeth and claws were massive and its scales were the brightest green Ishan might’ve ever seen.

. . .. dragons could talk, couldn’t they?

“You can talk, can’t you?” he asked sceptically, and finally the dragon landed and gave him a withering look. He wasn’t entirely sure how he could tell it was a withering look, considering how completely inhuman a face it was, but somehow he could.

Of course I can talk, the dragon said. It's eyes were golden. What a stupid question!

“Oh,” Ishan said. In his defence, the dragon hadn’t been talking. He looked up at the other. The dragon really was very large, especially with their wings spread. He’d been expecting bigger, yes, but still, Ishan didn’t think he’d ever seen a living creature that size. “About the sheep . . .”

They are delicious, the dragon said, licking their chops again.

“They’re also expensive,” Ishan said. “Could you stop eating them, please?”

The dragon looked at him in bafflement, then laughed. Ishan was used to being taken about that seriously, but sighed all the same. Apparently even dragons didn’t respect omegas, though admittedly the dragon might just not respect humans.

“It was a serious question,” he said. 

“Look—I’m Ishan. What’s your name?”

A dragon doesn't need a name, but if you insist, it's Shubman....the dragon said dismissively, which was probably true. Ishan doubted they needed to introduce themselves very often. "Ishan", you say? So they've sent a champion to slay me?

“What? No,” Ishan said, scowling at the thought. “I’m not a champion, I’m a blacksmith. I don’t slay people.”

That is quite a name for not a champion to carry, the dragon said, an odd light glittering in their eyes.

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