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@bollylion has a blind date with...

Nyrris the Dragonborn

Nyrris is a 9 ft. tall (274 cm), muscular dragonborn with dark red scales and spiraling horns. He has a long tail, a pair of wings (one of which is very holey and tattered thanks to a workplace accident—he can’t fly anymore), and some eye ridge piercings. He tends to dress in sweatpants and a tee-shirt regardless of the occasion.

Nyrris is, first and foremost, a cinephile. Like many dragons and dragonborn, he compulsively collects a particular type of thing to make a hoard out of, and Nyrris’ preferred hoard-items are DVDs and VHS tapes. He doesn’t trust streaming services of any kind not to remove their content at a moment’s notice (thereby robbing him of his hard-won treasures), and so is very invested in physical media. He loves all kinds of movies, but most of his collection is composed of 20th century American, German, and Japanese films—he’s slowly expanding into the world of Bollywood with your help!

Nyrris likes to work out. After his workplace accident, he had a lot of physical therapy, and has gotten accustomed to the staring and awkward questions while visiting his local gym. He trusts you not to “other” him with odd remarks about his injury, however, and encourages you to come to the gym with him. He likes the feel-good endorphins that come with exercise and is hoping that you will like them as well.

Nyrris loves to curl up on the couch with you to watch movies in the evenings. He’s seen all of the films in his own collections at least three times, and so is much more interested in your favorite movies than his own. Although he has a tough exterior, he has a secret fondness for romantic comedies and is riveted by the high drama and emotion of Bollywood romances. With your permission, he’s also started perusing your collection of romance novels as well, since he wants to try and figure out which ones will get film adaptations next.

Nyrris is a very warm person—not necessarily in personality, but rather in literal temperature! As a red dragonborn, he has a core of fire and is always very warm to the touch. Cuddling with him on a cold night feels absolutely wonderful, but on a sweltering summer day he’s almost too hot to hold hands with. He worries that you, as a non-dragonborn, are too cold most of the time and is always quick to offer a snuggle session.

Your classic films club had a new member!

Who could it be? you wondered. A lot of the members of the club were significantly older than you, and you were secretly hoping for someone a little closer to your own age. It was your turn to host the biweekly movie night, however, and you had spent the afternoon preparing a variety of snacks so that everyone’s dietary requirements and preferences were satisfied.

All of the familiar faces filed into the living room, and John started fiddling with the HDMI cable attached to the TV screen. However, his actions seemed halfhearted; the new member was usually given the honor of selecting the movie for the first meeting they attended, and Nyrris (whoever that was) had yet to show up.

A quarter past eight o’clock in the evening, there at last came a heavy knock on your front door. You opened it and looked up… and then further up, toward the chin of a towering red dragonborn.

“Hi,” he rumbled. “I’m sorry I’m late. It’s weirdly hard to find vegetarian options for Korean takeout. Anyway, I’m Nyrris.”

“Did you bring food?” you asked.

“Yep. Emily told me in an email that there were fourteen club members, so I guesstimated how much everyone would eat… and I’m happy if people take leftovers home, really. I know I tend to overbuy when it comes to feeding humans—”

“It’s the host’s job to cook, so I’ve already made food for everyone,” you said.

“...Oh,” Nyrris said. He shifted his clawed grip on the bulging plastic bags full of takeout. “Well, this is incredibly awkward.”

You whipped out a reassuring smile and gestured for Nyrris to come inside. He had to stoop to prevent his horns from gouging holes in the ceiling, but made no complaint as he followed you to the kitchen and set down the bags. Everyone else came over to make their introductions as you two worked together to get the Korean takeout set up among the food you had already prepared.

“So what are you interested in watching, Nyrris?” John asked.

“It’s October, so I figured people would be in the mood for something spooky. How about the 1922 Nosferatu?”

Henrietta wrinkled her nose. “We did German Expressionist films throughout July.”

Nyrris paused, then said: “Sorry, I didn’t realize.”

“How about some romance?” you volunteered. “Maine Pyar Kiya is supposed to be one of the most sweeping and epic romantic movies ever made.”

“Why do you like Hindi movies so much?” John asked at the same time that Sam piped up with, “Rom-coms are boring.”

You narrowed your eyes at both men. You often found yourself disagreeing with Sam, who thought that Tarantino movies were the end-all-be-all of cinema, but John wasn’t usually like this.

“I think Maine Pyar Kiya is a great idea,” Nyrris said, his voice a firm baritone rumble somewhere far above your shoulder. That seemed to settle it, and everyone filled up their plates with snacks and filed back into the living room to watch the classic Indian movie. You found yourself sitting next to Nyrris, who’d made your couch creak alarming when he’d sat down. The heat radiating off of his scaled body was a welcoming warmth, and it was hard not to lean against him as the movie played.

When the credits finished rolling, everyone said their goodbyes. Nyrris stayed behind to clean up the kitchen with you and collect his takeout; he had indeed overbought, and the smaller members of the movie club had barely made a dent in the feast.

“Thanks for standing up for me back there,” you said once everyone else had left.

Nyrris chuckled. “No worries. That Sam guy sure seems like an entitled idiot, if you don’t mind me saying so.”

You snickered. “Nah, I don’t mind; he kinda is. Did you like the movie?”

“Oh, yeah, it was great—I really do mean that. I don’t watch many Bollywood movies.”

“Do you want to see more?” you asked, then felt your cheeks heating in a blush when you realized the implications of that sentence.

Nyrris grinned down at you, his horns brushing the ceiling. “With you? Anytime.”

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You and Virgil have been friends for years, ever since you started adventuring together. What he feels for you is more than friendship, though, he just doesn't know how to tell you.

You and Virgil had been working together since your early adventuring days, long before you took on any real danger. The two of you had faced countless tough missions together, some easy and some not so, but you never got tired of being near him.

Today, as you both walked into the guild hall, you noticed a new mission posted on the board. You approached the board, scanning the details of the mission. It called for the retrieval of a lost magician’s staff from an old dungeon. The reward caught your eye – a sum so large that you couldn't help but glance at Virgil, excitement bubbling within you.

With a grin, you pointed out the mission to Virgil, who raised his eyebrow in interest. The two of you approached Georgette, the guild owner, to accept the mission. She looked up at you both with a stern expression, warning, "this mission is not to be taken lightly. Many have ventured into that dungeon, and nobody’s returned with the staff yet."

You exchanged a quick glance with Virgil. The secretary's words were concerning, but the thrill of adventure and the tantalizing reward were hard to resist. Virgil chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with excitement, and said, "Danger is our middle name, isn't it?"

You couldn't help but smile back at him. "That's right, Virgil. We've faced worse, and we've always made it out alive." Your confidence in each other was unwavering.

Georgette sighed, shaking her head. "Very well. I can see there's no convincing you. I wish you both the best of luck. May you return safely and victorious." She handed you a parchment with the mission details and a rough map to the dungeon's location.

You took the parchment, thanking her, and turned to Virgil. "Well, partner, it looks like we've got another thrilling adventure ahead of us."

Virgil nodded, his eyes gleaming. "Let's make sure we're well-prepared before we set off. We don't want to be caught off guard by whatever awaits us in that dungeon."

Over the next few days, you and Virgil gathered supplies, researched the dungeon's history, and studied the lost artifact you were seeking. As you worked together, you found yourself falling even deeper in love with him. His intelligence, bravery, and sense of humour were irresistible. But you remained silent about your feelings, fearing that they could change your friendship forever.

Finally, the day arrived for your departure. With your packs full and your spirits high, you and Virgil set off toward the dungeon. It was a long way, but you took any chance to spend time with Virgil as a blessing.

As you and Virgil set off on your journey towards the dungeon, you couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness at the prospect of spending more time with him. The two of you had always been close, but recently, you found yourself growing even fonder of him. The fact that you were going on this adventure together felt like a gift.

The days of traveling brought you closer, sharing stories and laughter as you navigated the terrain. Virgil's wit and charm never ceased to amaze you, and his friendly flirting always left you feeling warm inside. You couldn't help but wish there was more to it, but you were almost certain that a Dragonborn like him wouldn't be interested in a human. So, you brushed off the idea and enjoyed the time you had together.

One evening, as you both set up camp, Virgil approached you with a playful grin. "You know, you've really outdone yourself today. I've never seen someone scale a cliff that quickly," he said, his voice laced with admiration.

You chuckled, feeling your cheeks heat up at the compliment. "Well, I have to keep up with you somehow, right? Besides, I couldn't let you have all the fun."

Virgil was a big guy, almost as wide as he was tall, with a soft stomach beneath the scales - but he also towered over you, and sometimes keeping up with him was a challenge. It was as if he forgot how much bigger he was… not that you minded. His size was half of his charm.

Virgil laughed, jolting you from your thoughts, and his eyes were sparkling with delight. "I suppose you're right," he admitted, playfully nudging your shoulder. "But seriously, it's been great having you by my side. It wouldn't be the same without you."

Your heart swelled at his words, but you kept your emotions in check, forcing a casual smile. "Likewise, Virgil. There's no one else I'd rather have with me."

The conversation flowed effortlessly, as it always did between the two of you. You couldn't help but steal glances at Virgil, taking in the way the firelight danced across his golden scales, casting a warm glow on his features. He seemed to be doing the same, though you told yourself it was probably just your imagination.

As the days went on, Virgil's friendly flirting grew more pronounced. He'd often sling an arm around your shoulder or casually brush his hand against yours. Each touch sent a thrill through you, but you remained steadfast in your belief that it was just friendly banter.

The morning you arrived at the entrance to the dungeon, Virgil stood beside you, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Ready for this?" he asked, a wide grin spreading across his face.

You nodded, your heart racing for more reasons than one. "Absolutely, Virgil. Let's do this."

As you descended into the darkness of the dungeon, you couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. You were about to embark on a dangerous and thrilling mission with Virgil, and no matter the outcome, you were grateful for every moment spent by his side.

As you moved cautiously down a narrow passageway, Virgil noticed your tense demeanour and offered a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. We've got each other's backs, and we'll get through this together."

His words brought a sense of comfort and you managed a smile in return. "You're right, Virgil. Thanks."

Just as you were about to press on, a low chittering sound echoed through the corridor. Your heart pounded in your chest as you realised that you were not alone. Virgil's eyes narrowed, and he readied his weapon, the reassuring smile replaced by a look of determination.

The chittering grew louder, and suddenly, a pack of giant spiders emerged from the shadows, their fangs glistening in the torchlight. Your instincts kicked in, and you both leaped into action.

You drew your sword, striking the first spider that lunged at you, while Virgil unleashed a torrent of flames from his mouth, incinerating several others. For every spider you took down, though, several more replaced them.

As you fought, Virgil was always there, covering your back and working in perfect harmony with you. You spun and slashed, the sword weightless in your hands - while Virgil seemed to almost dance around you, lithe despite his impressive size.

At one point, a spider managed to creep up behind Virgil. You shouted a warning, and he turned just in time to avoid its deadly fangs. However, in the process, the spider's massive legs slashed across Virgil's arm and left a deep gash.

Virgil roared in pain, his eyes blazing with fury. He unleashed another blast of fire, consuming the remaining spiders in a fiery inferno. The last of the spiders fell, and you both took a moment to catch your breath, the adrenaline from the battle still coursing through your veins.

You rushed to Virgil's side, concern etched on your face as you examined his injury. "Let me take a look at that, Virgil," you said, your voice trembling slightly.

He winced but nodded, allowing you to examine the gash on his arm. You rummaged through your pack, retrieving bandages and a healing salve. As you carefully cleaned the wound and applied the salve, Virgil watched you, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"Thanks," he said softly. "I don't know what I would've done without you."

You smiled, trying to hide your worry. "You'd have done the same for me, Virgil. We're in this together, remember?"

He smiled back, his eyes filled with warmth. "Yeah, I remember."

Once the wound was properly bandaged, you helped Virgil to his feet. He winced but managed to stand, determination shining in his gorgeous green eyes. "We still have a mission to complete, and I won't let this stop us."

You nodded, your admiration for Virgil growing stronger. "Alright, let's keep moving."

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As you and Virgil continued through the dungeon, you encountered a narrow path that seemed to be the only way forward. The passage was too small for Virgil's hefty frame, and you could see the frustration in his eyes. He didn't want to leave you alone, but it appeared that you had no other choice.

"You go on ahead," Virgil reluctantly said, his voice filled with concern. "I'll wait here and try to find another way around."

You hesitated for a moment, not wanting to leave him behind either. However, you knew that the mission had to be completed, and this was the only option. "Alright, Virgil. Just promise me you'll be careful."

He offered you a determined nod. "I promise; you should be careful too."

With a deep breath, you squeezed through the narrow passage, your heart pounding as you ventured further into the darkness. The path twisted and turned, and you could only hope that you'd find a way to reunite with Virgil soon.

As you navigated the tight space, your thoughts were focused on Virgil. You missed his reassuring presence, and you hoped he was alright on his own. The bond between you had only grown stronger throughout this journey, and you couldn't help but long for the moment you'd be reunited.

After what felt like an eternity, you emerged into a larger chamber, your heart racing as you scanned the area for any signs of danger. To your relief, there was no immediate threat, and you took a moment to catch your breath.

As you surveyed the chamber, you noticed a hidden passage that seemed to lead back in the direction you had come from. Hopeful that it would lead you back to Virgil, you hurried through the passage, your mind racing with the possibilities.

Finally, you found yourself back in the main corridor, and to your immense joy, you saw Virgil waiting just where you had left him. He was focused on the passage you had squeezed through, worry etched across his face. You couldn't help but grin at the opportunity to surprise him.

You approached Virgil silently, and when you were just a few steps behind him, you called out, "Hey, Virgil!"

Startled, Virgil whipped around, his eyes wide with surprise. Then, as he realised it was you, his face broke into a wide grin. "You made it back! I was worried about you."

You couldn't help but laugh, the tension from your separation melting away. "I found an alternate route for you, just like I promised. We can continue on together now."

Virgil's relief was palpable, and he clapped you on the back, his eyes shining with gratitude. "You never cease to amaze me."

You felt yourself flush scarlet, lips curving into a smile.

As much as you would have liked to stand there and bask in Virgil’s presence, there was a job to finish. Taking Virgil’s rough, clawed hand, you led him forwards.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you entered a large chamber, the air crackling with arcane energy. In the centre of the room, resting on a stone pedestal, was the artifact you had been seeking: the ancient wizard's staff.

You both approached the staff cautiously, taking in its intricate design and the way it seemed to hum with power. As you reached out to touch it, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the history it must have witnessed.

"We did it," Virgil said, his voice brimming with excitement. "We found the staff!"

In his elation, Virgil scooped you up in a tight hug, lifting you off your feet as he spun you around. The warmth of his embrace sent a thrill through you, and you couldn't help but laugh, caught up in the moment of shared triumph.

As Virgil set you back on your feet, you grinned at him, your eyes shining with happiness. "We really did it, didn't we? We make a great team, Virgil."

He nodded, his eyes filled with pride. "We always have, and we always will."

With a sense of determination, you carefully lifted the staff from its pedestal, feeling its power thrumming through you. However, as you took it, a sudden sense of dread washed over you. The room began to shake, and you realised that removing the staff had triggered a trap.

As the walls of the chamber started to collapse around you, Virgil's eyes widened in alarm. "Shit. We need to get out of here, now!"

Without hesitation, you both sprinted towards the chamber's entrance, the staff clutched tightly in your hand. The sound of crumbling stone echoed around you as you raced through the passageways, desperate to reach the surface before the dungeon collapsed in on itself.

Virgil led the way, his powerful legs propelling him forward as he guided you through the maze of tunnels. His protective instincts were in full force, and you knew that he would do whatever it took to ensure both of your safety.

You and Virgil pushed onward, navigating the treacherous passageways as the dungeon continued to crumble around you. The sound of falling debris was a constant reminder of the danger you were in, and your heart raced with each thunderous crack.

As you rounded a corner, a large chunk of stone came crashing down, heading straight for you. Before you could react, Virgil lunged forward, shoving you out of harm's way. The debris struck him instead, and he let out a pained cry as it collided with his side.

"Virgil!" you shouted, rushing to his side as he struggled to catch his breath.

His face was contorted with pain, but he managed a weak smile. "Don’t be so over-dramatic. I’m fine."

You forced yourself to look down despite his reassurances. His metal plating was chipped where the rock had struck him, slicing through hard scales and into the soft flesh of his hip. Blood bubbled from the wound, leaving a scarlet trail down his golden scales.

You swore. “We need to keep going before the whole place collapses.”

Virgil nodded, his eyes squeezed shut in pain. "You're right, but I don't think I can move very fast."

His words sent a chill down your spine, but you refused to accept the idea of leaving him behind. "I'm not going anywhere without you, Virgil. We'll get out of here together, or not at all."

With a surge of strength born from desperation, you wrapped Virgil's arm around your shoulders, helping him to his feet. Together, you limped through the collapsing dungeon, the staff still clutched tightly in your hand.

The path ahead was treacherous, and you were forced to dodge falling rocks and navigate unstable floors. You were determined to save him, just as he had saved you time and time again.

Despite Virgil's injuries, he continued to push himself, fuelled by your unwavering support. You were grateful, because you couldn’t have carried him alone. As the two of you neared the dungeon's exit, you could see daylight streaming through the cracks in the ceiling, and hope began to blossom in your chest.

With one final burst of speed, you and Virgil burst through the dungeon's entrance, collapsing into the sunlight just as the last of the stone walls crumbled behind you.

As you lay there, gasping for breath and covered in dust, you couldn't help but feel a surge of relief. You had made it out alive, and you had done it together.

"Thank fuck," Virgil muttered, his voice weak but filled with pride. "We made it."

As you and Virgil rested in the sunlight to catch your breath, you couldn't help but feel a warmth radiating from within you. It was more than the simple relief of having survived the ordeal; it was a deeper, more profound feeling that you couldn't quite put into words.

As you looked into Virgil's forest green eyes, you saw something shift within him, a vulnerability that he had never shown before. He hesitated for a moment, and then he spoke, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"Listen... I need to tell you something. I've been wanting to say it for a while now, but I never found the right moment. I... I love you."

His confession caught you completely off guard, and for a moment, you were at a loss for words. Your heart raced as you tried to process, because you already knew how much you adored him

"Virgil, I..." you stammered, still reeling from the revelation. "I didn’t realise that was how you felt."

His gaze held yours, steady and unwavering. "I mean it. More than you could ever know."

As the truth of his words sank in, you felt a warmth spread through you, a mixture of happiness and disbelief. All those moments of doubt, when you had convinced yourself that he could never feel the same way, suddenly seemed so foolish. And yet, it wasn't until now, with the weight of his confession hanging in the air between you, that you truly understood the depth of your own feelings.

Before you could respond, Virgil leaned in, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. His mouth met yours in a tender, hesitant kiss, as if he was afraid that this moment might shatter if he pressed too hard.

The world around you seemed to fade away as you kissed him back, your heart pounding in your chest. Your mouths didn’t quite fit together, his cold and scaled, more of a snout than lips - but it didn’t matter. You felt as if you were being swept up in a whirlwind of emotion, and you clung to Virgil as if he were the only solid thing in a sea of chaos.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and overwhelmed, you looked into Virgil's eyes and saw the same love and happiness reflected back at you.

As the warmth of the first kiss still lingered on your lips, you couldn't help but lean in for a second one. This time, the disbelief had given way to happiness, and you kissed Virgil with a passion that left both of you breathless.

When you finally broke apart, both of you panting and flushed, you couldn't help but laugh. "I can't believe it took us this long to figure it out," you said, your heart stuttering with joy. I always thought your teasing was just for fun.“

Virgil chuckled. "I guess we're both guilty of underestimating each other, huh?"

You swiped hair from your face, unable to hide the dopey smile. “Yeah.”

Virgil's expression turned serious for a moment, and he hesitated before speaking. "You say you didn’t think I was into you, but the truth is that I didn't think you could be attracted to me. I know I'm not... traditionally attractive, even for a Dragonborn. I'm heavyset and scarred, and-"

You interrupted him gently, placing a finger to his short snout. "Virgil, you're gorgeous to me. Your scars don’t matter - most of them are from our adventures together, and they're just a part of who you are, and I love every part of you." You smirked. “Besides, I happen to quite like your size.”

As you spoke, you could see the relief in Virgil's eyes. It was clear that your words meant more to him than you could have imagined, and you felt a surge of protectiveness for him.

"You don't have to worry about that, Virgil," you continued, your voice soft but filled with conviction. "I love you for who you are, not for how you look… although, that certainly is a bonus. You're amazing, and I'm incredibly lucky to have you in my life."

Virgil's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and he pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm so grateful to have you in my life, too."

You peeled away for just long enough to gaze at Virgil, taking in the miniscule details of his face. The scales were thicker around his eyes and forehead, more of a soft copper than gold, and that same shade trailed down his cheeks and neck to vanish below the neckline of his armour. His eyes, such a dark and beautiful green, had you hooked since the day you met.

Virgil winced then, snapping you from the daydream. Blood was still oozing from the wound on his hip and you scrambled off with an apologetic smile.

"Let me take care of you," you said softly, your eyes filled with concern as you gazed at Virgil's injured side. "You always look out for me, and now it's my turn to look after you."

Virgil hesitated for a moment, his expression a mix of vulnerability and gratitude. "Alright. Thank you."

You helped Virgil to a nearby patch of soft grass, easing him down gently before carefully peeling away his metal armour to reveal the wound beneath. As you examined the cut, you couldn't help but wince at the sight of it. It was deep and painful-looking, a harsh reminder of the danger you had both just faced.

Gently, you began to clean the wound, using a clean cloth and a small flask of water that you had brought with you on your journey. As you worked, you couldn't help but marvel at the strength and resilience of the Dragonborn who had captured your heart.

Virgil watched you as you tended to him, his eyes filled with a warmth and trust that sent a shiver down your spine. It was an intimate, vulnerable moment that made you smile.

As you finished cleaning the wound and applied your soothing salve, Virgil reached out and touched your hand, his gaze never leaving yours. "I appreciate all of this," he murmured, his voice full of gratitude and love. "You're so caring, and few adventurers are. I'm lucky to have you."

You smiled at him, your heart swelling with affection for the brave, strong Dragonborn who had come to mean so much to you. "I'm the lucky one, Virgil. I can't imagine my life without you."

“Neither can I.”

You smirked then, unable to hide it. “And here I thought you were only with me for the money. Dragonborn and their hoards, you know.”

Virgil rolled his eyes - only to wince as you began to bandage his wound. “I don’t care about gold or jewels, or wealth at all. Every mission we went on, every mission we’ve spent together, has been an excuse to be with you.”

You grinned back at him, feeling a warmth spread through you at the sight of his smile. "I love you so damn much."

With the last of the sunlight casting a warm glow on both of you, you leaned in, unable to resist the magnetic pull between you any longer. Your lips met Virgil's once more, and the world seemed to fall away as you shared a tender, loving kiss.

As you pulled away from the kiss, your foreheads resting gently against each other, you knew that you had embarked on a new chapter of your journey together. Maybe you’d keep adventuring, maybe you’d settle down; either way, you couldn’t wait.

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