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[crystal-to-bloom]

Invincible characters react to their first kiss with you ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

𝕊𝕙𝕪!𝕐/𝕟 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕩 𝕊𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕕𝕖; ♡⋆.ೃ࿔*

Rex stood with his arms crossed, watching Y/n talk to Bulletproof. She was smiling just a little, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, answering something shyly — and it made something twist inside him.

He didn’t even know why he was mad. It just irritated him.

Why was she like that with him?

Why not with him?

Loudly — on purpose — he called out:

— Oh, cool. New dynamic duo? Y/n and Mr. Emotionless?

They both turned. Bulletproof just gave a short nod, not getting involved, while Y/n looked down awkwardly.

— What? — she asked softly as she approached Rex.

— Nothing, — he scoffed. — Just wondering if you're gonna be chatting with him all the time now instead of me.

She blinked.

— We were just talking…

— Yeah. I saw. Smiling at him like he's a stand-up comic, not a walking brick wall.

Y/n frowned a little.

— Are you… jealous?

He made a face.

— No. I’ve got eyes, that’s all. I remember when you couldn’t say two words around me — now suddenly you’re Miss Chatterbox with *him*? Feels kinda… weird.

She went quiet, then said softly but seriously:

— With him, it’s just like talking to a friend.

But with you… it’s different.

Rex looked away, scratched the back of his neck.

— Well… good. ’Cause, you know, I’m kinda used to you being my awkward, shy, ridiculously cute Y/n. Not someone who chats up every guy around.

She smiled a little:

— I’m still her.

It’s just… being around you is harder. Because I like you.

He froze for a second, then blurted:

— Damn…

— Was that supposed to be adorable and flustering at the same time?

’Cause, yeah, it worked.

She giggled, leaning her head lightly against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her casually and muttered:

— Alright, alright… Just no more “buddy-buddy” team-ups, okay?

They stood close — a little closer than friends, a little quieter than usual. Rex was looking at Y/n thoughtfully.

— So… — he said suddenly, — did you ever have someone before me?

She flinched just a little but didn’t look away.

— No… I didn’t.

— No one? — he squinted.

— Mhm. Not even… — her voice dropped. — Not even a kiss.

He froze, then raised his brows and stepped in closer, smirking:

— Hold up. Are you telling me… this — he motioned around her face with his finger and gently nudged her shoulder — this sweet, awkward, horned Y/n — and no one even tried?

Y/n looked down and shrugged:

— I… never really thought about it.

— No way, — he snorted. — What, was everyone blind?

She flushed even deeper, hiding a little in her hoodie collar.

— Ah, I get it now, — he said, drawing it out. — You were saving the moment. For someone… special. Like, I don’t know, some incredibly amazing guy.

He pulled an innocent face, clearly referring to himself. Y/n gave a shy little smile:

— Maybe…

Rex gave a thoughtful hum:

— Well, if that’s the case… I guess I could make the sacrifice.

She looked up at him — surprised, embarrassed. And he was already speaking softer now, with that look that always made her heart beat faster:

— Want me to be your first kiss? Only if you promise not to compare anyone to me afterward. No one’s gonna top it anyway.

Y/n giggled through the blush:

— Cocky much?

He leaned in a little, voice dropping to a playful whisper:

— Mhm. But you’re still saying yes, right?

She nodded.

Rex leaned in and kissed her — slow, gentle, like it wasn’t just a kiss but something a little more. And when he pulled back, he smirked again:

— There. Officially spoiled now.

𝕊𝕙𝕪!𝕐/𝕟 𝕩 𝔼𝕧𝕖 ˚◞♡ ⃗*ೃ༄

The rooftop was quiet, bathed in the amber hues of the setting sun. The city buzzed below, distant and unfocused, like background noise in a dream. Up here, it felt like the world had slowed down just for the two of them.

Eve sat with her legs crossed, elbows resting on her knees as she gazed out toward the skyline. Her hair shimmered in the dying light, like it had caught fire in the best way. Y/n sat beside her, close but careful — her hands in her lap, fingers nervously tracing the hem of her sweater.

They had been talking for nearly an hour now. Not about missions. Not about powers. Just… about things. About the little thoughts that filled their heads at night. Favorite songs. Old cartoons. Secret fears. Eve had a way of listening that made you feel seen, and Y/n always found herself saying more than she planned.

Then Eve turned slightly, a playful smile on her lips.

— You’re blushing again.

Y/n looked down quickly, tugging her sleeves over her hands.

— Am I?

— Mhm. You always do that when I look at you too long.

Y/n tried to laugh it off, cheeks now fully warm.

— Maybe I’m just cold?

— Sure, that’s why you turn red like a strawberry.

Eve nudged her gently with her knee, teasing but soft. Y/n peeked up through her lashes, finally letting out a breath.

— It’s not just the way you look at me. It’s… you. You always make me nervous.

Eve blinked, genuinely surprised.

— Me? Why?

— You’re confident. You always know what to say. And you’re beautiful. It’s kind of… a lot, when I’m sitting this close to you.

Eve was quiet for a moment, her smile dimming into something softer.

— That’s funny. Because you’re the one who makes me nervous.

Y/n looked up, eyes wide.

— Wait. Seriously?

— Yeah, seriously. You’re so… genuine. You don’t fake anything. It’s like when I talk to you, I can’t just hide behind all the stuff I usually do. And that’s kinda scary. In a good way.

Y/n blinked fast, heart thudding.

Then she said it. Barely above a whisper.

— I’ve… never kissed anyone before.

The words lingered in the air, delicate and vulnerable. Eve’s eyes searched her face, not for weakness — but for truth. And when she found it, her expression only softened further.

— Never?

Y/n shook her head slowly, tucking her hands under her chin like she could hide in them.

— I always thought I’d know when it was right. But it never was. Until now, maybe.

Eve inched closer, slowly — like she was afraid to break the moment.

— Y/n… would you be okay if… I was your first?

Y/n froze, breath caught in her throat. Then, after a beat, she nodded.

Eve reached up and gently tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, her fingers brushing Y/n’s cheek. The touch was light, reverent. Their eyes met — and held.

When Eve leaned in, she moved slowly, giving Y/n every second to change her mind. But she didn’t. She leaned in too, heart pounding, and when their lips touched, it was like a sigh — soft, unsure, but full of promise.

It wasn’t a dramatic kiss. No fireworks, no rushing. Just warmth. Care. A quiet electricity that pulsed between them like a heartbeat.

When they pulled back, Eve rested her forehead gently against Y/n’s and whispered, her voice a mix of wonder and playfulness:

— Told you. Not so scary.

Y/n smiled, her cheeks still flushed, her eyes shining.

— Only because it was you.

Eve let out a small, breathy laugh and brushed her thumb lightly along Y/n’s knuckles.

— Guess that means I did something right, huh?

— You did everything right.

And for a while, they just sat there — shoulder to shoulder, hearts a little lighter than before, as the sky shifted from gold to deep blue.

𝕊𝕙𝕪!𝕐/𝕟 𝕩 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕤𝕠𝕟 ˚◞♡ ⃗*ೃ༄

The park was nearly empty by the time they reached the quiet path. The wind rustled lazily through dry leaves, and the rare lampposts seemed to breathe light softly, not in a hurry to disturb their solitude.

Y/n sat down on the bench first, tugging the sleeves of her sweater over her fingers. Mark sat beside her, just slightly to the side — that awkward kind of politeness when you want to be close, but you're afraid to scare someone off.

— "Feels like the whole world’s already asleep," he mumbled, staring into the shadows beneath the trees.

— "But we’re not," she replied softly, with a gentle smile.

A bit of silence followed. Then Mark started telling her about how Rex tried to heat up a frozen burrito in the lab microwave and nearly caused a small explosion. Y/n let out a laugh she couldn’t hold back, hiding her mouth with her sleeve, and Mark smiled with relief.

— "I’m glad you came," he said after a pause, scratching the back of his neck. His cheeks were slightly pink, though he tried to hide it by looking away. — "You always kind of… hide a little. But I’m really glad you didn’t hide from me."

Y/n squeezed her fingers together.

— "I do hide," she admitted quietly. — "I’m not like the rest of you. Sometimes it’s easier — to stay quiet. Just to be near."

He turned toward her — and this time, his whole face flushed. Even the tips of his ears and his nose turned pink.

— "But I like when you're near. Even when you’re quiet. Especially then."

She lowered her eyes but didn’t turn her head. Stayed silent just a bit longer than she should have.

— "Can I… say something dumb?"

— "Only if I get to say something dumb too," he replied with a soft smile — and another blush.

She exhaled a little:

— "You would’ve noticed anyway. Even if I never said anything."

— "Noticed what?"

— "That I like you."

He froze, holding his breath for just a second. And when her words fully registered — he flushed instantly and visibly. Cheeks, ears, even his neck.

— "I… me too. For a while now. A lot."

Y/n clutched the hem of her sweater awkwardly.

— "Do you… do you want to kiss me?"

He swallowed, nodded quickly, then exhaled a shaky breath:

— "I do. But only if you do too."

She didn’t say anything — just nodded, barely.

Mark leaned in slowly — carefully, as if he was afraid of breaking something fragile. His lips met hers gently, almost hesitantly. The kiss was light, warm — like breath in the cold. So careful. So honest.

When he pulled back, Y/n still had her eyes closed. Then she whispered, barely audible:

— "That was my first."

Mark froze. Then blushed again — deep and bright.

— "Then I… I hope it was… good. I really tried."

She giggled softly, and he smiled too — calmer now, though still visibly pink.

— "Want to know something dumb?" he asked.

— "Yeah."

— "I wanted to do that ever since… you accidentally froze the door and then apologized to it."

Y/n snorted, clutching at his sleeve.

— "And you still wanted to kiss me after that?"

— "Even more."

She leaned in a bit, resting her cheek against his shoulder. And he, still a little flustered, wrapped an arm around her — careful, like holding a fragile gift.

And that’s how they stayed — in that corner of the park, beneath the quiet glow of the streetlamps. As if the lights themselves were softly blessing the beginning of something new.

𝕊𝕙𝕪!𝕐/𝕟 𝕩 𝔸𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕟 ˚◞♡ ⃗*ೃ༄

They were sitting aboard a small observation shuttle, quietly drifting in orbit above Earth. Through the transparent dome above their heads, the planet glowed in its fragile, blue beauty.

Allen turned to Y/n — his smile was wide, but not cocky. Just… warm. Kind.

– You know, – he said, tilting his head slightly, – you humans have this amazing thing. You give meaning to "firsts."

Y/n looked at him, a little puzzled.

– First meetings. First words. First glances. First kisses...

He paused, then continued a bit softer.

– Where I’m from, it’s more about efficiency. But the longer I spend here, the more I understand – a "first" isn’t just a moment. It’s… a memory. Something you keep.

He looked at her more seriously.

– I don’t want to just be part of your experience. I want to be something… good, if you’ll let me.

Y/n froze, looking at his face, at the kind, slightly sad eyes that suddenly held an entire universe of understanding.

– I… – her voice trembled. – I’ve never…

He nodded gently.

– I know.

Y/n gave a shy smile, her cheeks flushing.

– You don’t have to…

– I don’t have to. I just… want to. But only if you do too.

She was quiet for a long time, looking into his eyes. Then – slowly, but steadily – she nodded:

– Then… okay.

Allen leaned forward carefully, giving her time to change her mind. His hand lightly touched hers — warm, steady. And when their lips met — for a second, for a breath, for forever — she didn’t just feel nervousness… she felt a deep, quiet calm.

He pulled away gently, smiling:

– That’s going to be one of those “firsts” I’ll remember forever too.

Y/n let out a soft laugh through her light daze:

– Even though you’re from another planet?

He winked:

– Especially because I’m from another planet.

Allen pulled back slightly, and there was a flicker of nervousness in his eyes. He cleared his throat like something was caught there and said as casually as he could:

– So, if I understand human customs correctly… now we’re supposed to… eat ice cream?

Y/n blinked, confused:

– What?

– Or… wait… – He frowned in thought. – Watch a movie under a blanket? Or officially declare ourselves in love? Is that… protocol?

Y/n giggled, covering her mouth:

– No, not… I mean, not all at once.

– Aha! Good. Because I’m still not sure when exactly I’m supposed to give you flowers or meet your parents.

He leaned in slightly and whispered:

– I actually prepared a speech. Just in case I had to ask your father for permission to date you.

Y/n nearly choked with laughter:

– What?!

Allen shrugged with mock offense:

– I put effort into it! It included the line: “I respect your daughter and, as a representative of the Coalition of Planets, I humbly request your diplomatic support in the development of our romantic alliance.”

– You’re insane, – she laughed breathlessly.

He nodded with mock seriousness:

– It’s been medically confirmed. I have two hearts. Which means I can be twice as in love.

Y/n blushed, staring at him, and then he grew unexpectedly serious:

– But right now, both are beating for you.

And for just a second, despite all the laughter and awkwardness, her heart beat a little faster too.

𝕊𝕙𝕪!𝕐/𝕟 𝕩 ℝ𝕠𝕓𝕠𝕥 ˚◞♡ ⃗*ೃ༄

They sat on the edge of the tech deck, surrounded by the soft hum of machines and dim lighting. It was almost empty here — as if time had slowed down. Y/n kept sneaking glances at him, trying to understand how he felt. Not how he looked — but what he felt like. The texture of his place in the world.

— You look a lot, — he said quietly, not looking directly at her. Just stating it.

Y/n flinched.

— I’m sorry. I just… — she swallowed. — I can’t help thinking that you…

He turned to her slightly, calm and composed:

— Not him. Not one of them. Not Rex.

She gripped the sleeves of her sweater, exhaling through her teeth:

— Yeah. You talk like him… look like him… But you’re not him. And I keep waiting for someone to realize that — besides me.

He was quiet for a long time.

— It matters to me… that you see it.

Y/n looked down, then slowly turned her head toward him.

— Can I ask something weird?

— All of your questions interest me.

— Well… — she hesitated, — what’s it like? Being… you know… real?

He looked at his hand, like he still wasn’t quite used to it.

— Complicated. Unpredictable. Sometimes too… loud. But it’s better than living behind glass.

Y/n blushed a little, but didn’t look away:

— Can I… touch? Just… curious.

He looked slightly surprised, but didn’t pull away.

— You can.

She carefully reached out and touched his wrist, running her fingers along his skin — it was warmer than she expected. Soft. Almost normal. But still… not quite. It felt like touching something that wasn’t supposed to be real, and yet was.

— Amazing, — she whispered. — It’s like… someone built a person out of all these parts, but it still turned into something real.

He smiled faintly — barely noticeable.

— Maybe that’s what a person is.

She stayed still, still holding his hand.

— You’re not like the others. I don’t know how to explain it… but it’s not about the body. It’s about you.

For the first time, he looked a little uncertain. And quietly said:

— Then maybe I don’t have to be afraid of being myself around you.

She was still holding his hand — uncertain, but not letting go. At some point, their fingers intertwined, and Y/n flinched slightly at the unexpected contact. He looked at her slowly, as if considering something.

— You’re trembling, — he said almost in a whisper.

— I… I’m not used to being this… close, — she murmured. — With someone who feels everything so clearly.

He lowered his gaze.

— I’m not used to it either. This… is a new protocol.

She let out a soft chuckle, then quickly covered her mouth, embarrassed. The corners of his lips twitched — almost a smile.

— Would you like me to try something off-protocol? — he asked, looking at her with such quiet intensity it made her chest tighten.

She couldn’t answer right away. She just nodded slightly. Barely.

Robot slowly leaned in — carefully, as if approaching the edge of a cliff. His hand was still in hers. And the moment their faces drew close, Y/n closed her eyes.

And then their lips met.

The kiss was quiet. Hesitant. Not out of fear — but out of newness. As if they were both learning to breathe again. It wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t long — but it held more than just a touch. It held recognition. An attempt to be honest. Courage.

When he pulled away, she kept her eyes closed for a moment longer. Then she opened them — and for the first time, looked at him differently. Not as someone strange or confusing. But as someone real.

— That was… — she stumbled, but her eyes were glowing, — …very off-protocol.

— Then I’m glad I broke it, — he replied softly.

Y/n laughed — quietly, blushing, full of warmth. And he simply looked at her, as if truly seeing her for the first time — and understanding: yes, he had Rex’s body… but to her, he was becoming himself.

𝕊𝕙𝕪!𝕐/𝕟 𝕩 𝔻𝕦𝕡𝕝𝕚-𝕂𝕒𝕥𝕖 ˚◞♡ ⃗*ೃ༄

They sat on the roof of an abandoned building, catching their breath after the fight. The sky was painted in golden-pink shades of sunset, and in the distance, the echoes of battle still lingered. The air smelled of dust, blood, and exhaustion — and yet, it was surprisingly quiet.

Kate stretched, brushing grime off her shoulder.

— Honestly? You were amazing. I saw how you covered for Monster Girl — that was badass.

Y/n smiled shyly, glancing away.

— I just… acted without thinking. Probably just lucky.

Kate turned to her, a bit closer now, her voice softer.

— That wasn’t luck. That was you. Every time, you're getting braver.

Y/n blushed, hugging her knees. But she stole a glance at her friend — a little longer than usual. Kate noticed. Her gaze grew warmer.

— What?

— I just thought… — Y/n whispered, unsure, — you’re beautiful.

Silence hung between them for a moment. Then Kate gave a small chuckle.

— And you’re adorable, you know that?

Y/n let out a tiny squeak and hid her face in her knees.

— I mean it, — Kate added, quieter now. — And… I noticed. The way you look at me.

Y/n tensed, ready to retreat, but Kate leaned in slightly.

— I like it.

Before Y/n could get scared of her own feelings, Kate gently leaned forward. Their lips met — soft, hesitant, but intentional. It was a post-battle kiss. A kiss after everything. Between two people who were already close… but only now brave enough to admit it.

When they pulled away, a quiet cough came from the edge of the rooftop:

— Ahem.

One of Kate’s clones stood by the broken railing.

— Sorry to interrupt, but next time, could you maybe give us, the duplicates, a heads-up before… y’know, that starts?

Y/n turned bright red, covering her face. Kate sighed deeply.

— You’re my clone. Haven’t you learned tact?

— I’m a copy, not a saint. I was on lookout duty… and then this happened. What was I supposed to do, not watch?

Kate rolled her eyes and turned to Y/n with a half-smile.

— Remind me to delete her later.

Y/n laughed softly, hiding her face against Kate’s shoulder. And for the first time all day, her laughter wasn’t nervous — it was warm and full of light.

[crystal-to-bloom]

Chapter 5 : Where It's Soft

Grayson family x child dragon reader

𝟙, 𝟚, 𝟛, 𝟛.𝟝, 𝟜, 𝟝

The house had already begun to settle down. Soft lamps lit up the living room, and the smell of dinner — rice, vegetables, and something fried with garlic — still lingered in the air. It felt like the world was holding its breath, unsure what to do next.

Nolan silently walked upstairs. He hadn't said a word since he saw y/n. No threats, no questions, no accusations. Just a tight line of his mouth and a slow, almost pensive climb up the stairs. Debbie watched him go, still clutching a dish towel she hadn’t put away after washing up. She knew that look. He was still processing.

Y/n remained on the first floor. She sat on the floor near the wall, wrapped in a big fluffy blanket, with only her nose and a lock of white-and-turquoise hair peeking out. Mark sat nearby, having spread out a blanket next to the couch, leaning against it.

— "Hey, you okay?" he asked quietly, not expecting much of an answer.

Y/n just blinked at him. Her eyes shimmered in the low light — large, almost catlike. A little tired, but still wary. She gave a slight nod.

— "That was weird, huh?" he continued, lowering his voice. "But... y'know, it's not your fault. Dad’s just... like that. He needs time."

She nodded again. Barely.

Meanwhile,Debbie stood in the laundry room, digging through an old storage bin. A small mountain of rejected clothes already lay at her feet: jeans that would swallow a full-grown cat, T-shirts worn thin from too many washes, and a hoodie of Mark’s with the words “I’m a dinosaur!” peeling off the front.

“Why did I even keep this stuff…” she muttered, stretching the sleeve of a tiny pajama top to guess its size. “This wouldn’t even fit a doll. Or maybe…”

At the very bottom of the box, her fingers brushed against something softer. She pulled out a gray onesie, decorated with little stars along the sleeves. Brand new. Tag still on.

She blinked.

She didn’t remember where it came from. Maybe a gift someone gave them years ago—something she never returned, never had a reason to use. Until now.

“Well, looks like you’re finally useful…” she sighed, holding it up.

When she returned to the living room, Mark stood to help. He held a small bundle — a blanket and pillow he’d swiped from his room.

— "Think this’ll work for her?"

— "Hope so. It’s not every day you dress a... uh... little dragon girl"

Y/n watched suspiciously but let Debbie help. She carefully laid out the jumpsuit and guided her arms through. Y/n flinched when the fabric touched her back — maybe from the cold, maybe from shyness — but didn’t resist.

— "Well, look at you. Almost like a regular kid" Debbie said with a soft smirk, fixing the collar. "Almost"

Y/n glanced up at her, then very cautiously tugged the hem of the jumpsuit down, hiding her hands. As if checking — is this okay? Will she get scolded?

— "Yeah, yeah. Hide all you want," Debbie said gently. "You’re home"

The evening passed slowly. Too much quiet. Sometimes Mark whispered something to y/n, sometimes Debbie walked by — as if casually — checking whether she was cold or crying. But Y/n just sat, curled up, listening to the creaks of the floor above, where Nolan paced.

When bedtime came, Debbie led y/n upstairs. They stopped at the door of the guest room — the one that was meant to be hers. Inside, it was simple: a bed, a warm nightlight, two stuffed animals on the shelf.

— "If you want, you can sleep here. Having your own room is pretty cool"

Y/n stood at the threshold, watching. For a long time. Then stepped in. Walked around the room. Touched the wall. Tugged on the pillow. Stopped.

She turned and quietly said:

— "Mark"

Debbie blinked.

— "You want to go to him?"

Y/n nodded. Very confidently.

Debbie sighed, but smiled.

— "Alright. Just for one night"

Mark’s room was already half-dark. He lay on the bed with his headphones in, scrolling through something on his phone. When the door creaked open, he propped himself up on one elbow.

— "Oh, hey. Got a guest?"

— "She asked. Hope you don’t mind."

— "No, not at all. She can stay. Carpet’s soft anyway."

Y/n settled on the floor, blanket neatly laid out, pillow under her head, clutching a plush dinosaur. She looked almost comical — small, with twitching ears, her tail sticking out from under the blanket, and a serious stare fixed on the ceiling.

— "You sure you’re okay with this?" Debbie whispered to her son.

— "Yeah" he shrugged. "Besides, she sneezes kinda cute. Even if she frosts my nose"

Debbie chuckled and turned off the light.

The room sank into soft darkness.

Y/n lay still.

The blanket was warm. The pillow, too. But the floor was hard. Cold, even through the blanket. Her tail curled tightly around her.

She didn’t say anything. Didn’t want to cause trouble. Didn’t want to be sent away.

A shift.

A soft creak of the bed.

Mark hadn’t fallen asleep. He was watching her.

Then — a quiet movement. He lifted the edge of the blanket on his bed.

y/n didn’t say a word. Just looked. Very intently.

And then crawled in

The mattress dipped slightly under her weight. Warm. Soft. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t move.

She lay still, listening to the soft hum of the house.

Her tail stopped trembling.

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Chapter 6

[crystal-to-bloom]

Chapter 4: Something Like Family

Grayson family x child reader

𝟙, 𝟚, 𝟛, 𝟛.𝟝, 𝟜, 𝟝

The house was warm and quiet — almost too quiet. The scent of cinnamon and chamomile tea lingered in the air. Somewhere in the background, the radio played softly, its voice distant and unfocused, as if not wanting to disturb the fragile silence.

Debbie stood by the stove, pouring hot water into a teapot of chamomile. It was her way of trying to feel in control — of the moment, of herself, of whatever was happening in the next room. But her thoughts kept slipping upstairs… to that room where, just a few hours ago, something unknown had hatched.

And now that something was lying in her son’s lap.

Debbie stepped out of the kitchen, cradling her mug in both hands, and peeked carefully into the living room.

Mark was sitting on the floor, legs stretched out, face deeply focused. Curled up in his lap, wrapped in an old blanket printed with faded robots, was a tiny figure. White and turquoise hair spilled like a fan over the fabric. Two little horns peeked from under soft strands. A tail, the same pale color, was wrapped loosely around one of Mark’s legs, twitching gently with each breath.

“…and triceratops had these really big horns, you know?” Mark whispered. “But he wasn’t mean. He ate plants. Like a cow. And cows don’t bite. They just lick.”

The little one didn’t respond. But she listened. Her eyes were half-lidded — not fully asleep, not fully awake. Sometimes she blinked, and every time she did, Mark smiled like it was a gift. Her tail gave a little flick. Her ears twitched ever so slightly. It all seemed to say: I hear you. I’m here.

Debbie stood quietly in the doorway. Her heart tightened with a strange, warm anxiety. She didn’t understand why the sight moved her so deeply. It was… wrong. Strange. Impossible.

But also beautiful.

— “He’s calling her she,” — Debbie whispered to herself. “Like she’s already one of us.”

She walked in slowly and sat down on the couch. The mug warmed her hands, but the warmth inside her came from somewhere else entirely.

— “Mark” she said gently.

— “Yeah?”

— “Aren’t you scared of her?”

He looked at her, almost surprised by the question.

— “No. She’s cute. Like a kitten. Just… weird”

— “Very weird,” Debbie chuckled, leaning back against the sofa.

Mark went quiet for a moment, his eyes still on the little girl. His expression shifted — thoughtful, serious, like he was seeing something deeper in her than just a strange creature.

— “Are you gonna be her mom?”

A simple question. Childlike. No pressure. But something clicked in Debbie’s chest, like a gear that hadn’t turned in years.

— “I… I don’t know, Mark”

— “If you don’t want to… I can”

Debbie laughed. Not nervously — truly laughed, with warmth. It was her first real laugh in days. And it helped.

— “You think you’re up for that?”

— “Sure! I’ll be a great big brother. I’ll teach her how to draw… and tell her everything about dinosaurs. Even ankylosaurs”

Tiya shifted slightly. Her nose scrunched up, a quiet breath escaped her lips, and suddenly a thin line of frost crept across the edge of the blanket. The air cooled for just a moment, but neither of them flinched.

— “She did it again” Mark whispered.

— “Yeah,” Debbie replied softly. “But she doesn’t seem afraid of us.”

Mark sat up straighter, looking down at her.

— “She needs a name”

— “A name?” Debbie raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t it a little soon?”

— “No. She’s already here”

He started listing names: Luna, Snowflake, Glazy, Izzy, even Sky. Debbie winced at every second one. Then she paused.

— “Y/n?”

The little one let out a tiny hiccup, her ears twitched, and her tail gave a sleepy sway. Another faint shimmer of cold passed through the air.

Mark froze.

— “Did you hear that? She likes it.”

Debbie whispered it again:

— “Y/n”

And then… the baby opened her eyes. A soft, turquoise glow lit them from within — gentle, not blinding, but unmistakably alive. She looked at them — first at Mark, then at Debbie. And then… she smiled.

It was small, uncertain. And at the corners of her lips, tiny, sharp teeth glinted like ice.

— “Hello, y/n” Debbie murmured. “Welcome home.”

Y/n sneezed — a puff of frost escaped her mouth — and then she giggled. She rubbed her cheek against the blanket, then pressed her forehead gently to Mark’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her, not knowing that in that moment, he was making a choice. He just knew — she didn’t feel like a stranger.

Zubble, the plush dinosaur, lay beside them. Y/n curled up against it and Mark both, nestling into a tight, peaceful ball.

And Debbie, still holding her mug, watched them — her son, and the icy little girl with trembling ears full of joy — and thought that maybe… maybe family doesn’t begin with blood.

Maybe it begins with acceptance.

Nolan touched down softly outside the house, silent as falling snow. The porch light was on, casting a warm glow across the steps. He paused before opening the door, his hand hovering just above the handle.

The meeting with Cecil had left his thoughts tangled. The Global Defense Agency had detected something strange—energy fluctuations, subtle but growing, centered around his home. Cecil hadn’t said it outright, but his expression had been clear: You’re hiding something, Nolan. And I don’t like it.

And maybe, Nolan thought grimly, he was

He opened the door

The house was quiet. Not empty, but filled with a strange, unfamiliar stillness. The air smelled faintly of chamomile and cinnamon. Somewhere in the background, a radio murmured, its voice distant, like it didn’t want to disturb the fragile peace.

Nolan stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

He hung up his coat, his thoughts still spinning from the meeting with Cecil — words, silences, half-hints. Something unsettling in the man’s tone. But now… unease came from somewhere else. From within the house.

He heard Mark’s voice.

“…and if you want, I can show you the pictures. I have a dinosaur book — you’ll like the ankylosaurus!”

Nolan moved down the hallway, slow and careful. Mark’s voice was warmer now, filled with joy — but he was talking to someone. And no neighbors had been over. No guests.

He stepped into the living room — and froze.

Mark sat on the floor, legs stretched out, a look of complete focus on his face. Curled up on his lap was a small figure wrapped in a faded blanket with old robot prints. Wisps of white and turquoise hair spilled over the fabric. Two tiny horns peeked out from the strands. A tail curled around Mark’s leg, gently twitching with each breath.

Nolan stiffened. His breath caught.

He took a step forward — and at that moment, the creature looked up at him.

Her eyes were turquoise. Bright, otherworldly, and yet… aware.

A dragon. A girl. A being.

She stared straight at him.

“You’re back,” Debbie said softly. She was sitting on the couch, strangely calm. As if this sight didn’t surprise her anymore. “We thought you’d be later”

“Who is she?” Nolan’s voice came rough, caught between disbelief and something heavier.

“She’s… her. From the egg.”

He turned to look at Debbie. Then back at the girl. He had expected something — a monster, a threat, something unexplainable. But not this. Not this quiet, almost tender image of his son holding a childlike creature with sleepy eyes and trembling ears.

“She looks like… a child”

“Because she is a child” Debbie said.

The girl blinked once. Then — yawned. A soft puff of frost left her lips.

Something in Nolan's chest tightened.

He knew she wasn’t Viltrumite. But she was different. And he didn’t know whether to fear her — or himself, for the part of him that didn’t want her here.

“You knew?” Debbie asked, not accusing. “That she was alive?”

He looked at her. Long and hard. Then finally nodded.

“I… had a feeling. But I didn’t know it would be this”

Mark looked up at his father and smiled.

“Dad, this is y/n”

The name settled in the room like snow.

Tiya turned her gaze to Nolan again. Not as an enemy. Not as a threat. Just… someone who was supposed to be there.

“Is she yours?” Debbie asked. “You found her. You brought her home. But now… she’s here”

Nolan stood still, like crossing into the room would mean crossing into something bigger. His eyes held something tangled — guilt, fear, confusion. And something else, too. Something quiet. Something warm.

He didn’t answer. Just stepped forward and knelt beside Mark.

Y/n reached out. Her hand landed on his.

It was cold. And small. And real.

Nolan exhaled — and for the first time that day, he stopped thinking

Chapter 5

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Chapter 3.5

Grayson family x child dragon reader

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Global Defense Agency — Deep Monitoring Sector

Rows of monitors flickered in dim blue light, casting pale reflections on Cecil Stedman’s face. He stood still, arms crossed, staring at the central screen — a live-updating diagram pulsing with energy readings.

— “Run it again,” he said.

A young analyst nervously tapped keys on his console. The graph reloaded, spreading like a heartbeat wave across the map.

— “Same irregularity, sir,” the tech said. “Localized around the Grayson residence. It’s not radioactive or magical. It’s... something else. The signature doesn’t match anything in the GDA database.”

— “But it’s alive,” Cecil muttered.

The tech hesitated. Then nodded.

— “Yes, sir. It’s moving. Breathing, even. Like a pulse. The weird part is, it started right after that energy drop Nolan brought back from his last mission”

Cecil didn’t respond immediately. He lit a cigarette, the ember burning softly in the low light. He didn’t like being wrong — and this time, he had the sinking feeling he was very right.

The screen flickered again. New data.

A spike.

— “There,” he said. “What the hell is that?”

The analyst’s voice was tight: “Temperature in the surrounding atmosphere dropped by nearly six degrees. In the middle of spring. It’s not just energy now — it’s affecting the environment”

Another pulse on the screen. Another chill.

Cecil narrowed his eyes.

— “And Nolan hasn’t said a damn word about it”

He turned away from the monitors, slowly walking toward a back console where a different feed was displayed — this one more secure. Experimental. Monitoring vitrumite-related anomalies within range of Earth.

Normally, it tracked Nolan.

Today, there were two dots. One small. One still unstable.

— “Well, well... Looks like someone brought home a souvenir” he murmured.

He took a slow drag from the cigarette, eyes narrowing as he watched the readings shift again. The smaller signal pulsed in bursts — unpredictable, but growing stronger.

Alive. Evolving.

Cecil exhaled smoke through his nose and muttered to himself:

— “Let’s see what you’re hiding, Grayson”

Underground GDA HQ — a few hours before Nolan returns home

Sleek, dim corridors. A low mechanical hum. Nolan’s cape stirred behind him as he entered the briefing room.

Cecil stood at the far end, arms crossed, flanked by holographic monitors. He gave Nolan a nod, expression unreadable behind that ever-present stubble and the surgical scars.

— “Appreciate you coming by so quickly”

— “You said it was urgent”

— “Mm. Let’s call it... timely” Cecil gestured toward one of the displays. “We picked up a signal. Low energy. Not Viltrumite, but... strange. Organic”

Nolan didn’t flinch, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

— “Where?”

Cecil zoomed the map with two fingers. A blip appeared — subtly placed over the general area of his home.

— “Near here. Kinda odd, right? No major incidents. No registered tech spikes. But definitely... something”

A pause.

Nolan said nothing.

Cecil gave a slow, casual shrug.

— “Could be nothing. Could be some new alien plant taking root in the backyard”

His tone was light, but his eyes were sharp, watching every muscle on Nolan’s face.

— “And you brought this to me because...?”

— “Because I trust your instincts more than most. And hey—since you just got back from that scorched ice-planet graveyard, I figured you’d be interested”

Nolan didn’t respond immediately. His voice, when it came, was neutral.

— “There was nothing there”

Cecil nodded.

— “Right. Empty. Frozen. Dead”

Another pause.

He smiled — small, but precise.

— “Still, funny thing. Radiation on your suit didn't match the known profile of that system. Some low-level bio-signatures we can’t quite match to anything. Guess space has its secrets”

Nolan’s eyes locked with his.

Cecil held his gaze.

Then he turned toward the screen again, tone deceptively casual.

— “Anyway. Just keeping you in the loop”

The message was clear:

"I’m watching. I don’t know yet what you did — but I will."

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Chapter 4

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Chapter 3: The Quiet Between

Grayson family x child dragon reader

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Another crack

Then — movement

A tiny hand — clawed but fragile — pushed gently against the shell from inside. It wasn't violent. Not angry. It felt... hesitant. Like someone knocking softly on a door, afraid of being tu rned away.

Debbie backed up one step

Then two

She wanted to run. To call for Nolan. But something stopped her. Maybe it was fear. Maybe something else. A quiet pull in her chest that she couldn’t explain.

Tap

Tap

The shell crumbled outward, a soft pop of frost swirling into the air.

And then — eyes

Two of them. Huge, glowing, the color of frozen seafoam — somewhere between blue and green. They blinked up at her through the broken shell. And beneath them, a face — small, soft, inhumanly delicate.

Hair spilled out over the rim of the egg — snow-white at the roots, fading into glowing turquoise at the tips. It shimmered like crystal threads under moonlight.

Two tiny horns, just barely curved, peeked from under her fringe. And a thin tail, matching the color of her hair, trailed after her as she dragged herself free of the shell.

She didn’t cry

She didn’t move aggressively

She just looked up at Debbie… like she’d known her all along

And Debbie — frightened, breathless, frozen — didn’t run. She didn’t scream

She took a step closer

One step. That’s all

But it was enough

The living room was still. The only sound was the soft crackling of frost melting into the carpet.

Debbie didn’t know how long she stood there — a minute, maybe five — just staring at the tiny creature that now lay curled on the blanket. The shattered pieces of her egg steamed faintly in the warm air, fading like mist.

The little girl — because there was no other word for her — didn’t move much. Her eyes blinked slowly, tracking everything, especially Debbie. Her breath came in soft puffs, visible in the cold air.

And she was small. So small

Debbie’s gaze moved over her again — the white-and-turquoise hair clinging to her damp face, the way her horns barely curled above her forehead, the way her thin tail coiled instinctively around her legs like a kitten’s.

She doesn’t even look like she knows how to stand

The thought startled her. She hadn’t meant to think of the child that way — like someone helpless. Vulnerable.

And yet… she was

Debbie took a slow step closer

The child didn’t flinch

Another step

Still nothing — just wide, watching eyes. Like she was waiting for permission to exist.

Debbie knelt beside the coffee table, careful not to get too close. Her hand hovered in the air for a long second before she let it fall, slowly, onto the edge of the blanket.

They sat in silence.

The baby tilted her head slightly.

Then — without a sound — she reached out with one tiny, clawed hand and touched Debbie’s fingers.

Cold. Ice cold

But her touch was gentle

Delicate

Instinctive

Debbie’s throat tightened. She blinked rapidly, forcing the tears back.

— “You’re just a baby” she whispered.

The little girl blinked. Her small tail twitched once behind her.

Debbie didn’t pull away.

She didn’t call for Nolan.

She just… stayed. In the quiet. In the cold.

She didn’t know what this child was. Not yet. But for now, she didn’t look like a danger. She looked like someone just as scared as Debbie was.

And maybe that was enough for tonight.

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Chapter 3.5

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Chapter 2: Snow in July

Grayson family x child dragon reader

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When Nolan’s ship touched down in the backyard, the grass beneath it frosted over instantly. It was mid-summer, but the air shimmered with cold. Debbie stepped out onto the porch barefoot, stopping in her tracks as the leaves glazed with ice.

— “What the hell…” she whispered, staring at Nolan as he stepped out, cradling something in his arms.

It was an egg. Oval-shaped, glowing with a soft turquoise light. Cold mist clung to its surface like breath on glass.

— “Nolan. What did you bring back?”

— “Not what,” he said quietly. “Who.”

Inside, she helped wrap the egg in an old blanket, but her hands trembled. Her eyes kept flicking from it to Nolan. To her, it wasn’t beautiful — it was unknown. Alien.

Mark was crouched beside it, his face lit with wonder.

— “Is it alive? Is it really from space?” He leaned in, his breath fogging the shell. “Dad, I think it’s breathing. Look—inside, the frost is moving!”

— “I don’t know who’s in there,” Nolan said. “But I know they were alone. The whole planet… it’s gone. Dead. And this egg—” he paused, glancing at Debbie “—it was in the heart of a frozen temple. Guarded. Waiting.”

Debbie turned sharply.

— “And you just took it?”

— “I spent hours there. Scanned everything. There’s no life left. No movement. No heat signatures. It looked like…” he hesitated “...a graveyard.”

She folded her arms tightly, voice sharp.

— “And what if you stole it from something? What if you brought back a threat? Or a curse?”

— “If it’s a threat, I’ll deal with it” Nolan said firmly. “But I’m not leaving a child to die alone in a tomb”

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she watched as Mark gently pressed a toy dragon against the egg.

— “You can have Zubble” he whispered. “He keeps me company when I’m scared. He’ll keep you company too.”

That night, long after the house went quiet, Debbie sat by the egg. She didn’t trust it. Couldn’t feel the wonder Mark did, or the instinct Nolan swore by. All she saw was a fragile line between peace and disaster.

But she couldn’t look away.

Far beneath ground level, in the control room of the GDA, Cecil stared at Nolan’s mission report. He tapped the table, reading it again.

Too clean.

Too precise.

Too quiet.

— “You’re hiding something, Nolan,” he muttered. “But fine. I’ll play dumb… for now.”

He closed the file and leaned back.

— “Just don’t make me regret it.”

The house was silent.

It was nearly midnight when Debbie found herself back in the living room, unable to sleep. She stood in the doorway for a while, arms crossed over her chest, staring at the faint blue glow that pulsed from the egg resting on the blanket-covered coffee table.

Mark had fallen asleep on the rug hours ago, curled up with his toy dragon tucked under one arm. Nolan had carried him to bed. But Debbie stayed behind.

Something about the way the egg sat there—so still, so cold—unsettled her.

She sat down on the couch slowly, arms wrapped around her knees. Her eyes never left it.

The frost that clung to its shell hadn’t melted, even in the warmth of the house. Tiny snowflakes formed on the fabric beneath it. It didn’t make sense. None of this made sense.

— “You don’t belong here” she whispered to it. “And I don’t know what that means for my family”

She felt stupid saying it aloud, but it helped to hear her voice over the silence. There was no one to argue with. Nolan had made up his mind. He’d brought it here like it was something sacred, something chosen.

But Debbie hadn’t been given a choice.

Nolan had always brought back pieces of the stars—stories, knowledge, things Mark barely understood—but this… this was different. This was alive. This was permanent.

She didn’t know if it was a child or a weapon. A gift or a mistake.

Her fingers dug into the couch.

— “If you hurt him…” she whispered, thinking of Mark, “…if you hurt either of them—”

Crk.

The sound was so soft, so delicate, she thought she imagined it.

Then it came again.

Crk.

A thin fracture appeared across the shell—no wider than a strand of hair, running from the very top down to the side. A soft mist hissed from the crack, curling like breath in cold air.

Debbie leaned forward, her heart in her throat.

— “No, no, no—” she whispered, her fear turning to panic. “It’s too soon. We’re not ready—”

She reached out a trembling hand… and stopped just short of touching it.

She wanted to push it away. Wrap it back in the stars and send it into space. But Mark’s words from earlier echoed in her ears.

“You can have Zubble, He keeps me company when I’m scared.”

Debbie closed her eyes, her breath shaking.

Another crack

This time it stretched lower, and something—something small—pushed from the inside. Not violent. Not threatening. Just a nudge.

A presence.

Alive.

Debbie stood, backing away slowly, eyes still fixed on the egg.

She wasn’t ready. But something inside her knew: this child was never meant to be alone again.

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Chapter 3

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Chapter 1: The Call of the Cold

Grayson family x child dragon reader

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It started as an ordinary task.

Nolan hasn't flown to distant sectors for a long time. The Global Defense Agency has seized an unusual energy impulse emanating from one of the forgotten planets - Dragon Peak. The planet was considered dead: frozen for a long time, completely uninhabited.

But the signal was clear, and as if... alive. Cecil asked to check - quickly and without noise.

Nolan hardly hesitated. He didn't tell Debbie the whole truth. He didn't wake Mark up. He just kissed his wife on the forehead and said:

- I'll be back soon. It won't take much time.

He believed in it himself.

Dragons' Rest

...As the ship descended onto the icy surface, the silence was almost absolute. Only the hum of the systems in his helmet and the creaking of the ice under his feet. Nolan looked around.

The planet was covered in crystalline snow and permafrost. He climbed the slope - the scanners did not pick up a single sign of life, only traces: old buildings, ruined temples, frozen bones of dragon-like creatures.

He walked through fields of petrified wings, where everything seemed to have stopped in its final, farewell movement.

"Here... was life," he muttered, looking at the ice statue of a dragon bending over something... as if guarding it.

That "something" turned out to be the entrance to a temple - an ancient sanctuary, half-ruined, but still filled with strange energy. There were frescoes inside. Images. Dragons with horns and tails. One of them held a shining egg in its paws. No inscriptions, no sounds - only a sense of loss. Departure.

Nolan froze in the center of the hall.

He felt a presence, but not a living one. Memory. Echo.

This civilization disappeared - not yesterday, not a hundred years ago. Thousands of years ago. And the egg lying on the pedestal is all that remains of them.

"Are you... the last?" he said, looking at the shining turquoise egg.

He stayed in the temple for several hours. Left beacons, analyzed the air, energy traces. Returned to the ship, checked every sensor.

There was no life.

He approached the egg only when he was sure: it belonged to no one, except the planet itself. It was waiting. Waiting for someone to wake him up. Someone to take care of him.

“I don’t know who you are,” he said quietly, picking up the egg, “but I know you shouldn’t disappear.”

Chapter 2

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