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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 4 years ago

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Light in this World | Ch. 1

Chapter 1: They've Dropped in Butweiss

⚠[Warning: This for mature audiences only, if you can't handle the heat get out of my kitchen, unhealthy devotion, crossed boundaries, and self conscious]⚠

"All hail (Y/n)!"

"We pledge our minds and bodies to you O great one."

"I love you so much (Y/n)!"

"Have my babies."

"No, let me have your babies!"

You internally cringed and fought the urge to actually do so. You wouldn't want to crush their dreams if they thought of you so highly. You continued to wave like you've seen the British queens do in movies. It was all you could do other than just sit, hands folded as the biggest people you've seen in your life lift and move your gold crusted palaquin like it was nothing.

You weren't expecting the book your friend shoved into your face to literally suck you into this weird dystopia. Here you were a prophesied being sent to ward off the creatures that had plagued the last bit of humanity. You didn't have much of a choice as they immediately flung you outside of their stone walls when you appeared on their summoning pad, confused. All the while apologizing saying 'we have to make sure you're our true leader, imposters have been known to come and sully your name.'

It did nothing to comfort you as the ruffling from the brush got louder; no matter how much you tried to crawl back you couldn't escape your impending doom. If you call a sexy man with sharpened teeth holding onto you 'impending doom.' He rubs on you and feels you up and if it weren't for his obvious wild factor you would have thrown some hands. When you knock on the wood scratched door that you had been pushed out of before, they fearfully shake and point at the lug hanging off your waist. They were afraid of this guy.

"He's a dragon-hybrid, your grace." You were told as if that was a good enough explanation. You shrugged and she sighed, "Your grace, a dragon hybrid is the product of a dragon and a human. Both parents contributed the strongest parts of themselves to make him. This one in particular was birthed from a human-sorcerer and the king of dragons. As such he not only rules over the other remaining dragons but has enough magical ability to bring utter destruction at the wave of a hand."

"Oh ok."

An enormous sigh from the priestess, Brie, and her now signature index finger and thumb on the bridge of her nose. You didn't really know how in Valhalla you were supposed to respond. A lot of this just sounds like the mythology of some DnD game.

" I promise I'd never bite you, my love"

The hybrid cooed with his head on your lap nuzzling in more asking for head scratches. Space didn't seem like a concept that he comprehends and if he did he ignored it actively. When they demanded you change into some royal garb you tried to get him to leave you for the sake of privacy...it didn't go well.

"Your highness please let us help you with the ceremonial wrapping at the top."

"Hands over your head."

"I can't, he won't let go. Look dude I need you to get off me while I pull on this shirt. "

"No."

"What? Why?"

"Because I need to know that you're always here."

"Sorry about that but it isn't my fault you don't want space. Now you guys, can you escort him out or something."

"Sorry your grace, but I don't want to be cursed er- that's a task beyond my skill set."

"Yea your grace, sorry."

"H-how about this I'll scratch your head with one hand while I do what I have to do with my other, okay?"

He looked confused, "head scratch?" He suddenly stretched his face in fear, protectively holding his hair. "If you really want to punish me that bad-" "What!? No, I mean this,"

You place your (s/t) in his white hair and lightly scratch at the scalp. Immediately there was a loud, deep, grumbling noise that made everyone jump. Judging by the rolled eyes of the dragon hybrid, you figured this was his version of purring. You nod your head for the other servants to continue dressing you.

The garb fit your taste just as you wanted after making a few adjustments. Whether that was flattering or not the priestess looked at you like she wanted to gag. "Uhm Brie what's the matter?"

"You look like a (concubine/commoner) What happened to the headdress and cape that I ordered them to put on you? Did you refuse them?" She groaned to the pearl ceiling before doing her typical holding the bridge of her nose move.

"It's okay, you look beautiful in anything."

You went to thank him but were interrupted by Brie. "That's beside the fact that now they are considered indecent and when the rest of the court arrives they'll judge them perfusely!"

Her face was red and it almost looked as though she'd set herself on fire or something. Before she could say anything else a man in a lab coat and crop top enters the room followed by a maid with a poofy dress.

With bated breath, Brie introduces the newcomers, "These are part of your main staff." She gestured to the pink haired man, "This is Whitney, he's your scientist and medic. If you need anything he will--"

She was interrupted by your own gasp which shocked everyone.

"You have ears and a tail!"

The man huffed and turned to show his distaste but all it did was give your ogling eyes access to his dropped tail.

Brie starts in a more sad tone, "If it bothers you we can hire a differ-"

"Are those real?"

As if to answer you his ear twitches, "Yes."

Curt and almost suspicious he looks at you waiting for your answer expecting you to turn him away.

" Can I touch your ears or your tail or both?"

He usually would have said no, he didn't necessarily care for the devoted sovereign everyone so aggressively worshiped. He was a man of science; he wasn't going to put his faith in some random human who pops up from someplace without people like him. But it was hard to say no when you looked at him eyes wide with wonder and you were trying to hide the smile that threatened to spread. And he was sure if you were like him you'd have a tail of your own wagging behind you.

With a defeated sigh he gives the awaited 'yes' and you waste no time jumping to reach his head giving him scratches. To secure yourself you wrapped your legs around his upper waist to continue your assault on his fluffy cotton candy head. He blushes but he holds onto you, wouldn't want to be the one to drop the sovereign emperor of Butweiss.

Brie's anger had dissipated to mild amusement as she watched the light of the country fondle the parts that Whitney struggled with the most. It gave her hope you might not be so bad.

TBC

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