#princess and dragon

[polinaringletart]

[thegoodmorningman]

Some people think you can't trust a dragon but to them I say, have you ever tried?

[overtheimaginationwall]

And here's my artistic shenanigans for this fandom with my weird ass creative brain-

Brawl Stars where everything is the same but Chester can turn into a dragon whenever he wants UWU

...And of course, he still causes CHAOS XD

[sunnynwanda]

Dragon in distress

Summary: when the news of the Princess’ kidnapping reach the Prince, he sets out on a quest to the Dragon’s lair. Except he’s not rushing to save the damsel. It’s the Dragon that needs saving from her.

The screeching didn't stop from the moment he picked her up from the courtyard. It didn't stop when they soared high up into the sky, further than any arrow could reach. It did not stop all the way to the dark mountain ridge. Only when her feet landed in front of the cave, did she finally stop screaming. Her lungs were hurting, and so were the Dragon's ears. He folded his wings behind his back, glaring at her for a moment as he rubbed his temples. He knew for a fact this was going to be an experience.

"If you scream again," he warned before she could even open her mouth again. "I'm going to push you off the cliff." He had to get away before the temptation got the best of him. In all honesty, no one could blame him for silencing her if they had only heard her shrieking.

"Is this where you live?" Disgust filled her voice as she folded her arms in front of her chest, glancing into the cave. 

Her pitch was driving the Dragon bonkers, but he only had to endure it for a day or two, right? Someone was surely going to show up. Perhaps someone who hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting her before. He almost chuckled at the thought when a saucepan hit him in the chest.

“And you expect me to stay here before someone comes to my rescue?” The Princess stood in the middle of his cave, her scrutinizing gaze darting from one thing to another as she searched for other things to throw at him. “This is ridiculous. I need a proper bed, this isn’t comfortable. And a bedside table. I dislike your chairs too. Do you even have a bath?”

He blocked a pillow aimed at his head but got hit with another one. The Princess kept on rambling, her speech drifting out of focus. He let out a troubled sigh, as he moved to the entrance of his once peaceful home.

“I'm starting to doubt if anyone is coming at all.”  

The Prince was frantic. He set out in search of the dragon's lair the moment he received the news of the princess' kidnapping. His hands were shaking as he gripped the reins tight, his piercing blue eyes set on the blurry mountain ridge in the distance. For the Prince had met the Dragon before and knew him well enough. But worst of all, he had met the Princess. And he knew her too well.

By the time he reached the cave, it was midday. The Dragon sat in front of the cave, still scared to go inside, his head hanging low over something in his claws. A book, the Prince assumed, suppressing the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He failed miserably the moment the Dragon looked up at him with the most hopeful expression he had ever seen in those eyes. The poor creature looked drained of life, his green scales now less vibrant and shiny. The Prince was about to comment on the ordeal he brought upon himself when he heard the said ordeal squeal.

“You came!” She stormed past her kidnapper and into the arms of the Prince. “I did hope someone cuter would show up, but you’ll do just as fine. Now, are you going to keep staring at this beast or will you end him?”

“Pardon me?” Judging from the look on her face, that wasn’t the reaction she expected. 

The Prince caught the Dragon’s eyes, irritation sparkling in his. “Well, aren’t you going to slay him?”

“Of course not,” he struggled to keep his voice down, mischief evident in his eyes as he glanced at the dragon behind her. “I didn’t exactly come here for you, truth be told.” 

The Princess was rendered speechless, which was an achievement in and of its own. He smiled, before gesturing towards his horse. “You can take my horse,” she was still too stunned to speak, accepting the reins and his hand, as she helped her mount the steed. “I’m sure you’ll manage to get home before dusk.” The Prince added with a polite smile.

The Princess nodded before casting a glance at the Dragon. 

“Good luck with… whatever this is.” She waved them goodbye before heading home. The Prince allowed his gaze to linger on the horizon before turning to the dork he called a friend.

“If you are going to keep kidnapping random royalty, choose better, eh?” He attempted a stern look but adoration coloured his eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“This was the last time, I swear,” the Dragon claimed, earning a doubtful look from the Prince. “I was reading this fairy tale and got carried away.”

The young man shook his head as he reached the cliff where the Dragon was seated, flopping down on the grass right next to him. “Next time you wanna see me, just kidnap me, will you?”

He loved the puzzled look that came over the Dragon’s face. And the baffled laugh that escaped his mouth when the words settled in. But above all and most of all, he loved the Dragon.

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[irenedavisbooks]

The Dragon’s Nap

(new flash fairy tale for an old illustration)

She’d been singing for nearly half an hour, crooning nonsense syllables and making up the most foolish rhymes.

Sweet dreams, my sleepy dragon,

All your gold’s piled in a wagon.

Utter rot.

Still, it had finally worked. The beast was asleep in her lap, snoring soft and sulphurous snores.

She couldn’t reach her book, though, and that was unfortunate. Maybe when the dragon settled more deeply into sleep, she’d be able to slip out and grab it.

She only had a few chapters left. If nothing disturbed the dragon’s nap, she might be able to finish the book today.

Untitled illustration to Grimm’s Fairy Tales by Anton Robert Leinweber, c 1912, via NYPL Catalog

[woelfin-sheeps-clothing]

Fantasy Story Prompt: The Dragon Daughters

Fantasy medieval kingdom routinely "sacrifices" princesses to the local dragon (assumed but not verified to be monstrous). Dragon goes along with it and ferries the princesses away, presumably to their doom, after a few vague threats.

The dragon has actually been giving them a chest of gold and taking them away to better places to find their own family to be welcomed and cherished (and not a pawn to be sacrificed). Every so often a woman comes to town, familiar for some strange reason, to (unbeknownst to the villagers) have a family reunion with the local dragon and all her adopted sisters. The dragon welcomes all the wives and husbands and children and friends of his adopted daughters, and hoards the stories of all their adventures and travels.

[mostly-funnytwittertweets]

[verflares]

NOW SPELL: ANGEL Z-E-L-D-A WRONG! TRY AGAIN.

[podcastwizard]

"knight posting" this and "guard posting" that. i'm the princess's trusted handmaid who provides her advice and comfort in my soothing, low-class style. i am saying things like "if you don't mind me speaking out of turn, my lady..." and sharing fairy tales and lullabies my sad mother taught me. also i am fucking the jester.

[lychi-kinesis]

*SPOILERS FOR THE TOTK DRAGON QUEST*

I drew this as an excuse to draw Zelda in her new dress and then that never happened. ALSO THANK YOU @katydoodles FOR DOING THE BACKGROUNDS <3

[schlorian]

[demiboydemon]

Yunobo I have some news

[bishopony]

the gang plays d&d

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

Sacrificial Bride

Yandere Dragon Shifter x Princess Reader

TW: Yandere behavior, manipulation, Somniaphilia (suggested), delusional yandede, complacency, etc.

Feroc the Ferocious was the kind of dragon who would bring any silly knight to their knees. The kind of dragon that inspired legends and stories to be written in books. The kind of dragon that was larger than any castle human like could ever dream to build. The kind of dragon that could decimate a kingdom with a single breath of his fiery flames if he was angered… the dragon that your own people sacrificed you, the princess, to in order to save themselves from his wrath.

And so they bound you up and threw you before him. Your own father on his knees as he begged the great dragon for mercy in exchange for his own flesh and blood… the kingdom’s most prized beauty in exchange for peace. An offer Feroc quickly accepted before the king could utter another word!

Dragons collected beautiful treasures! Dragons hoarded their treasure in caves and abandoned castles fad from prying eyes… and unbeknownst to you, Feroc found you to be rhetorical most beautiful

For dragons, a sacrificial spouse was an ancient tradition and this was the first time he’d been offered such a perfect bride! How could he refuse you? Especially when your own people begged him so prettily? Would you beg for him just as beautifully one day?

And so you were scooped up in his ginormous talons and carried away in the sky to a lone tower deep in the mountains. Your new home… your home with Feroc.

You could recall how scared of him you used to be. You’d heard from many people of how this giant scaled beast before you was a man eater. Of how he swallowed many knights in his time… yet this dragon seemed so shy from your experience so far. Skittish even.

Feroc often brought you various jewelry and fine silks from his daily raids. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t bring you a gift of some kind. His molten eagerly studied your form despite his persistent silence. Feroc’s company disturbed you as much as it comforted you.

It took a month for him to speak to you. His accent was heavy from the olden tongue he spoke but he knew the same language you spoke. His voice was booming and low, it could easily strike terror in others… but for some reason, his voice calmed you. Perhaps loneliness has finally crept its fangs into your heart? You weren’t sure…

Feroc would bring you anything you wanted to eat. Within means, of course. He’d bring you delicacies he’d likely looted off some poor caravan if you said you wanted sweets. There was no extremes he wouldn’t go to for you, which was odd since he was a dragon who’s been around for hundred of years… why did Feroc have such an interest in a human princess?

One day, you had a nightmare of a man standing in the corner of your room. Your scream in the night quickly alerted your guardian who peaked his large eye in your room in worry.

“Princess? What’s wrong?”

“I just had a nightmare… I thought there was a man in my room.” You wiped the sweat from your forehead while Feroc clicked his tongue.

“No man could ever scale his tower. I’m the only one who can enter. I’d never let anyone harm you.” The red and black dragon grumbled, his molten eyes glanced you once over. “Why? Do you… want a human companion?”

“I do get lonely sometimes.” You admitted to Feroc . His eyes now filled with hurt. “I do enjoy your company but… I miss being able to touch another human.”

Feroc didn’t understand your sentiment. He was a might dragon! The strongest of his kind! Feroc has proven himself to be the best of mates to you and yet you were still displeased? Was it because he was a dragon? Would you be happier if he showed you his other form?

“I’ll figure something out then… get some sleep.”

Feroc now snuck in your bedroom when you slept. He ghosted his clawed fingers over your oblivious form in wonder. His clawed fingers were too sharp, he’d have to dull them more… he didn’t want to cut up his pretty princess!

Feroc’s gentle touches progressed when he noticed how heavy of a sleeper you were. His desire to see what made you human drove him to insatiable heights. No area was left unexplored with his eyes. He needed to be perfect. Feroc had to be compatible with you. You and him were going to have young one day, after all! Feroc didn’t want to harm you in the process!

Feroc was able to mold his body into a perfect man. Once that was the perfect size for you, yet still immense so you’d know it was him. Feroc now stood at a massive seven feet tall rather than the hundred feet of his dragon form.

Yet there was a constant fear within him that you’d die of old age or of natural causes… Feroc knew humans were fragile creatures so he did what he had to. Feroc shared half of his heart with you while you slept. It was a simple spell and a painless procedure for you. One that would benefit the both do you in the long run!

If one of you died, the other would! You’d never age! You now shared a lifespan with him. Feroc couldn’t wait to tell you once the two of you made everything official!

It took another month for him to reveal this perfect form to you. Feroc had to let the excitement die down from sharing his heart with you so you didn’t freak out! Humans were such finicky creatures, after all! And he’d be an awful mate if he frightened you with a subject you had no knowledge on…

All you needed was to see this devilishly beautiful form of his and you’d be bewitched.

“Look at us… we’re so beautiful together.” Feroc whispered into the skin of your shoulder as he admired your reflection beside him. “I think I’ll find you more gold to decorate you with, my treasure.”

“Feroc, I don’t understand.” You jump when Feroc dragged his forked tongue across your exposed shoulder.

“You accepted all of my gifts and you’re the only one who suits me.” Feroc hissed his obsidian eyes flashed a bright gold. “Wouldn’t you rather be by my side than in my stomach?”

You gulped and obediently rested your head on his chest which made him purr in contentment. His muscular arms wrapped around yours as his wavy black hair tickled your skin.

“I’m joking, I’d never eat you.” Feroc smiled before he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “You’re my bride, after all.”

You didn’t need to know about how many knights he’s killed over the last few months for you. Feroc would take care of you until the day the both of you died. Every heinous act he’s ever committed over these last few months were all for his beautiful, blushing bride.

[sunnynwanda]

Of dragons and princesses

Summary: when the dragon kidnaps a princess, he expects a knight to show up for her first thing in the morning. What he does not expect is that he won't be as willing to let her go. 

Sort of based on the snippet right here  https://at.tumblr.com/sunnynwanda/excerpt-from-a-book-ill-finish-one-day/zvozo30l3x10 

The sun is almost setting when a loud cry fills the air above the courtyard. In the next second or two, the Dragon soars up, with the Princess held tightly in his claws. His giant wings flap once again before spreading out to his sides. He floats above the clouds, gliding across the coloured sky. The Princess is in sheer panic, unable to produce even the smallest scream. Her throat is dry, her mouth hanging agape as tears start forming in the corners of her eyes. When they finally land on the balcony floor, the Dragon lets go of her. The Princess takes several deep breaths to calm her frantic heart before turning around to face her kidnapper.

In all honesty, she is terrified of heights more than she is of him. She is about to express all of her indignations about his transportation method when the Dragon interrupts her.

"I suggest we move inside before continuing," he says, gesturing towards the door that leads into the dark tower. The Princess glances down, only to realize they are much higher than she had anticipated.

Note to self: jumping down is not an option.

"If you are thinking about escaping, you'll have to find another way," the Dragon nods, picking up on her evident fear. The Princess wonders if she is that easy to read or if he has experience with damsels jumping down from the top floor of his tower.

The Dragon looks surprisingly calm, serene almost, and shows no signs of planning an attack on her. As of yet, that is. He might prefer his food relaxed and warm, she concludes. She skims the balcony for any bones or other remnants of previous victims. She finds nothing of importance, only a couple of potted herbs in the far corner.

"Will you kill me? Eat me?" Her voice shakes a little, but the Dragon only snorts. He snorts! The Princess looks up incredulously, hands crossed in front of her chest as she waits for his reply. A shiver runs across her shoulders when his intent gaze lands on her.

"No offence," he starts, scrunching his face as if even the idea of eating her disgusts him, "but no".

With that, he strolls into the adjacent room. Having nothing left to do, the Princess thinks, following him inside. The room isn't big, but she has to admit it looks very cosy. The Dragon approaches the fireplace, lighting it up with a single breath and tossing a couple of logs in for good measure. In the meantime, the Princess is studying the room. There are a single bed in one corner and what looks like a nest made of gold coins with pillows and soft blankets on top to make it more comfortable. The dark red drapes over the windows create a warm ambience. Somehow, the Dragon doesn't look particularly intimidating anymore.

"Why did you kidnap me?" She asks, approaching the fireplace to warm her hands. The air was chilly up in the sky.

"Because it is my job, and I am a very diligent dragon, you see," he explains before taking his place in the corner. The coins rattle under his belly. "Besides, how else is a knight supposed to prove he is deserving of you?"

"You mean to tell me you kidnapped me so a knight can save me?" The Dragon nods, closing his eyes for a moment. The Princess assumes he must be tired after such a long flight, so she shuts the door to the balcony and closes the drapes to block the lingering rays of sunshine.

The fireplace remains the only source of dim light, so she is careful as she makes her way to her new bed, curling up on it in hopes of falling asleep. There is water and some fruits on her bedside table and several blankets on a small footstool. The Princess must admit, he is well prepared.

The Dragon huffs out another smokey breath, making the fire burn brighter. He hopes the knight will arrive by morning. After all, a cold lonely tower is no place for a princess.

The Princess, however, knows better.

The knight sure takes his sweet time. Two weeks pass without so much as a sign of him anywhere on the horizon. Yet the Princess seems unaffected by his absence. No glancing out of the window every few minutes, no anxious anticipation, nothing. As the Dragon takes his daily flights around the neighbourhood, he often hears news about the knight. About the parties he has in every town he passes, drinking his heart away in an ever-changing company of ladies. If the Dragon is honest, this so-called knight does not meet his standards. Whatsoever. He always wishes the best for the princesses he kidnaps, but for this particular Princess, he wants much more than the best. And the knight meets none of his requirements.

"Good evening," she greets him the minute he lands on the balcony. The Dragon smiles, inhaling the delicious smell coming from their room. He has to admit her cooking would be a reason enough to keep her around for as long as he could. Their long conversations would pose as another, not to mention her habit of reading for him every night. Come to think of it, the Dragon had a lot of reasons for not letting her go and increasingly more for keeping her by his side. Except, he could never force her. After all, dragons were known for being noble, unlike some of those good-for-nothing knights.

They dine together, and come night, he takes his place in the corner while the Princess retreats to her bed. Only, this time she can't fall asleep whatever she does. It's way too cold in the tower, and the fireplace doesn't help much. After several moments of tossing and turning, she lights a candle and crosses the room. 

She does her best not to disturb the Dragon as she slithers under his left wing with only her nose sticking out. He's warm and, to her disappointment, very much awake as his yellow eyes stare at her in soft candlelight. 

The Princess shrugs, rubbing her hands together to warm her fingers. The Dragon lets out a low chuckle at her explanation before pulling her closer, his wing draped over her form. He rests his head on one of the pillows in front of her, and the Princess is amazed to discover that a dragon’s scales can, in fact, blush.

The Dragon knows that the knight will arrive at their tower by morning. He also knows that when he threatens to burn him, the knight will run away and never return.

And the Princess? The Princess preferred the Dragon anyway.

Hello, loves! I hope you enjoyed reading this. I was thinking of turning this into a series of unrelated stories. Dragons, princesses, knights and everythin nice. Let me know if you’d like that. Requests are open. Thank you for reading! 

Sunny :)

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[cadaverkeys]

some bonnies and candy queens + one tiny neddy