To Die For (Smaug x Offspring!Reader)

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(Y/N) curled up facing the wall. Tears would be falling down her face if she were in human form right now. She felt terrified and depressed. Smaug had changed. He wasn't the same as when he left the North. He didn't care much about (Y/N). No more paternal instinct anymore. He only cared about the hoard.

He seemed possessive when (Y/N) came near it. He'd slightly growl when she approached it. He even went as far as to pin her down and light his stomach with flame. He no longer cared about what (Y/N) did. She could go outside by herself and he wouldn't care. Dragon sickness had possessed him and (Y/N) became terrified of her father.

(Y/N) also worried about something else. She was the same color as Smaug when he was in his youth, red (old age and results of battles had changed the color of his scales). She had wings and could fly like him. But she could not breathe fire. Fire-drakes cubs would be able to breathe fire by her age but (Y/N) could not. There was a large percentage that she was indeed a cold-drake like her mother. No matter how hard she tried, she could not. That upset her a lot.

Despite Smaug's recent personality change, (Y/N) still loved him. Nothing could change the love she had for her father.

She silently crawled towards the hoard, careful not to alert her father. Smaug was buried within the hoard, unseen. Softly exhaling, (Y/N) crawled back to the corner she was in. She closed her eyes until a very familiar scent invaded her nostrils. Dwarf.