Donnerstag: Dragons

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Guten Morgen! It'sa me, sherlockian_syn. Today's mythological beast is the dragon! Whether it's a fandom with dragons, a crossover with those dragon-related fandoms, or suddenly dragons are appearing in your most favorite of fandoms, dragons should take flight in your prompts today. Have fun!

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay (+/ any), Rodney's responsible for studying and taking care of a mysterious egg found on an offworld mission (spoilers it's a dragon egg)
+ Game of Thrones, Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen, falling in love with the dragon queen
+ BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Medieval AU where John is a knight hired to protect scholar Sherlock on his journey to find a dragon

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[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay (+/ any), Rodney's responsible for studying and taking care of a mysterious egg found on an offworld mission (spoilers it's a dragon egg)

Fill 1/2: Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time, AR-1 found a very unusual, very large egg on an offworld mission. It was bigger than the biggest ostrich egg, and the shell was hard and bumpy. Rodney was immediately interested in it because the shell was made of naquadah and it was giving off unusual energy readings.

(“He liked it more than the brownies he hoards.”

“I do not –”

“Ronon’s right. We’ve all seen you take them.”

“Just tell the story.”)

AR-1’s heroic team looked for the mother of the egg but there was none to be found. Teyla knew that the mother would likely reject her own egg because we’d touched it, so the team brought the egg back to Atlantis. Rodney kept it in his office under a heat lamp, under the advice of Dr. Sei, the bio-zoologist.

(“Glorified Dr. Doolittle.”

“That is unkind, Rodney.”)

Dr. Beckett tried to scan the egg to see what was inside, but the shell was too thick and too hard. So the egg sat in the lab for weeks and weeks, under the watchful eye of Rodney and Radek and Miko, while we all waited to see what it would be. They kept it warm, monitored it for energy fluctuations, and sang to it.

(“Okay, that is patently untrue. We played classical music for it. No-one did any singing.”

“I did hear Miko sing to it once. It was in the language of her native land and was quite lovely.”

“Oh. Well, that has no bearing on the story. Continue, Sheppard.”)

Rodney became obsessed with that egg. He started spending all his free time in the lab, monitoring the energy fluctuations and just kind of staring at it like he was mesmerized by it.

(“Oh, please! You make me sound mentally deficient.”

“You spent all your free time in there with it. I’m not making that part up.”

“It was my job, you idiot! At least I wasn’t the one who postulated it might be a giant platypus.”

“That’s the blue guy from the cartoon, right?”

…

“Sheppard, you need to start monitoring his pop culture exposure better.”

“Whatever you say, Dr. Doofenshmirtz.”

“I hate you.”)

Finally, the egg started to hatch. Rodney and Radek kicked everyone out of the lab for safety reasons, except Ronon in case the creature needed to be stunned. Everyone else watched on the security monitors as bits of the shell fell away. The thing that came out was about the size of a bulldog.

(“What’s a bulldog, Mama?”

“It is a kind of Earther pet, like a cat. An animal kept for companionship instead of food.”

“A bulldog is about yay big, buddy.”

“Thanks, Uncle John.”)

Now, no-one on Atlantis had ever seen a real dragon before because they don’t exist on Earth, just stories and pictures of what they might be like. But when that egg hatched, that’s exactly what came out: a little dragon with blue-black scales and nubby horns and wings. And he thought Rodney was his mother.

(“Oh, ha ha! He must’ve just recognized my voice.”

“From all the yelling you do.”

“Not all of us have the sheer size you do to keep people in line, caveman.”)

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Game of Thrones, Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen, falling in love with the dragon queen

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

BBC Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Medieval AU where John is a knight hired to protect scholar Sherlock on his journey to find a dragon

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Leverage, ensemble, "Let's go steal a dragon."

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

When Ford said, Let’s go steal a dragon, Alec figured it was some kind of statue or figurine, maybe a painting or an expensive piece of jewelry. Probably a fancy historical artefact stolen from someone during war and wrongfully held by former oppressors. Sophie and Parker dressed up neat and business-like and went down to the city planning office, scored some blueprints. Eliot dressed up as a janitor and, with Alec in the radio in his ear, planted some equipment so Alec could hack into the building’s security feed.

The dragon was apparently worth billions to the little old Grandma who’d come to them and given them her entire life savings to get it back. It was kept in a room at the very top of building, a massive room with thick walls, a single door, and an elaborate digital lock. Guards entered and exited the room at regular intervals but stayed there for long stretches, so supplies - food, beverages, entertainment - were delivered to them every day.

There were no security feeds in the room, and no one knew what it looked like or what went on there.

It was Parker who ended up infiltrating the place. Eliot feigned a car crash with one of the maids who was regularly admitted to the room to clean it. Ford posed as a police officer responding to the crash, and he spiked the maid’s water bottle with laxatives under cover of examining her car. Sophie intercepted the replacement maid from the cleaning agency with a fake island getaway from a grand prize drawing at the grocery store she frequented.

Alec monitored Parker closely on the security monitors, Eliot hovering behind him, as she headed up the elevator, cleaning supplies in hand, and was admitted to the vault after the guards inspected her ID closely.

She was in there for hours.

When she finally emerged, she looked exhausted. Her expression was unreasonable.

“The dragon’s name is Sungjae,” she said.

“Name?” Ford echoed.

“He’s about nineteen. He didn’t speak English. He was cute, though. Friendly. Cooked for the guards and played board games with them.”

Ford called the old Grandma in for another interview. She had a young man with her to act as interpreter this time. He had no idea what was going on, apologetically reiterating the Grandma’s statements that she sought the return of her family’s beloved dragon.

Parker continued on as the housemaid for Sungjae the teenage dragon, who liked video games, pop music, and reading. She slipped sleeping medicine into the guards’ meal one day, and Alec shut down the surveillance and alarm systems, and Parker grabbed Sungjae and fled.

He followed her willingly, chattering happily all the while. Apparently no one in the building had known what was being kept in the vault, so no one blinked twice at Parker and her new friend going for a walk.

Apparently Eliot spoke some Korean, enough to welcome Sungjae to the brew pub and take his order. The old Grandma arrived, and she bowed to Sungjae, then hugged him.

What happened after that none of the Leverage team could explain. Alec said he saw lightning and brilliant energy. Sophie said she saw gold and silver and the blazing sun. Ford said he saw thunderheads and rolling seas. Parker said she saw whirlwinds and spinning flower petals. Eliot saw fire and lava and tectonic plates shifting.

They all agreed: they saw scales, a mighty tail, and wings.

And then the old Grandma and Sunjae were gone, and the money the old Grandma had given them was a pile of pearls and jade and gold.

When a young man with green eyes and dark blond hair came to them with an antique Colt pistol to trade for services (stealing an angel), Sophie politely but firmly turned him down.

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Any, any, dragons didn't disappear, they just learned to take human form

Fill: Treasured (NCIS, Tony DiNozzo, Jethro Gibbs)

[travels-in-time.livejournal.com]

The thing about dragons, Tony knew, was that they were hoarders. These days they might not be green or scaly or winged or fire-breathing—although he was reserving judgment on that last one—but most of them had carried their non-physical characteristics over when they’d learned to take human form, and one of those characteristics was a tendency to collect things.

Gold and gems not being in over-supply nowadays, they’d adapted, begun collecting other items. Books were a popular choice; many of the more out-of-the-way used bookstores were owned by dragons, although their hours tended to be irregular and actually attempting to buy anything would get an unwary customer subjected to a long, considering, hungry look. Stamps, jewelry, coins, porcelain figurines—there wasn’t much that a dragon wouldn’t collect. There was a certain subset of dragons—usually the older, female ones—that collected cats. There were a lot of jokes about them breeding their own food, but Tony tried to avoid those sorts of jokes. Aside from being speciesist, dragon jokes tended to give him headaches.

“Collecting” was a watered-down term, though, a human idea. A dragon hoarded. Obsessively, protectively, jealously, a dragon guarded its collection and defended it against all comers, regardless of personal danger.

Of course, sometimes the danger wasn’t to the dragon. And then sometimes it was, and part of the hoard just got in the way.

“Didn’t give you permission to die, DiNozzo,” Gibbs growled in his ear, and Tony was too busy trying to get enough oxygen in and not pass out to answer, but he did manage to meet Gibbs’ eyes and nod at him obediently, which made Gibbs’ jaw unclench, just a little bit.

Tony really didn’t need the reminder. He had no intention of dying. He knew all too well what it would do to Gibbs to lose any more of his hoard.

Besides, the last time he’d been in the hospital they’d given him the really good drugs and he’d never been able to figure out whether Gibbs had actually breathed fire at one of the nurses who’d tried to enforce visiting hours on him, or if that had just been a hallucination. Tony had a bet riding on it with Abby, and he meant to stay alive long enough to collect.

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, any, encountering an alien race who have both humanoid and dragon forms (like the Dragonflights (https://wow.gamepedia.com/Dragonflight) in Warcraft)

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/David Parrish, a tiny dragon imprinted on David on an off-world mission, and it scares everyone away from him - except Evan

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

The Hobbit, Thorin Oakenshield (+/ Bilbo Baggins), Smaug took everything from Thorin but Bilbo the Burglar gave it all back

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Dragonriders of Pern, any, being Searched to Impress a dragon

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

The Invisible Library series (Genevieve Cogman), Irene + Kai, the real dragon meets a fantasy dragon

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Tortall, Kel + Daine + Alanna, Kel's Great-Grandmama is the scariest Dragon any of them have ever faced

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-O, Danny Williams/Steve McGarrett, Danny threatens someone with his pet dragon, then points at Steve

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

“I am so done with people thinking that just because I’m short you can just walk all over me!” Danny snapped. “Either sit yourself down or I’ll sic my pet dragon on you.”

The man snorted out a laugh. “You don’t have a pet dragon.”

“I don’t?” Danny pointed at Steve as he came through the door. “What do you think he is?”

The man’s eyes widened as he looked at Steve. The taller man’s eyes flashed at him and the man abruptly sat down in his seat, switching his attention to Danny. “What do you want to know?”

“That’s much better,” Danny said. “Now. Here’s what I want to know.”

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any (please No SPN), any, Dragons make everything more... interesting

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age, Iron Bull/Lavellan (+ the Chargers & any others), post-Trespasser, they go searching for dragons that are causing problems around Orlais and Ferelden and become very efficient dragonslayers

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay, he comes from a long line of dragonshifters

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, going to slay the dragon and befriending it instead

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams + Grace Williams, Grace brings home a mythical mo'o (https://mauimagazine.net/the-sacred-spine/)

Fill -- Aurora

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Grace Williams loves exploring her adopted home. Hawaii is lush and beautiful. She enjoys learning about it, from botany to myths.

One afternoon, climbing alongside a stream that flows into the sea, she stops to rest and have a snack. To her surprise, a lizard approaches her. It’s one of the larger ones she’s seen, almost a foot long, blue-green and gold like verdigris on old brass. “Hi there,” she says to it. “Aren’t you pretty? Are you hungry?” She breaks off a bit of her energy bar and places it on a nearby rock.

The lizard’s silver tongue snaps out to lick it, and apparently finds it good. Amused, she gives it several more morsels.

Unexpectedly, it comes closer…closer…then with a little hop, it runs up her arm and perches on her shoulder. Sitting very still, she can feel it investigating her ear, her hair…. “I really hope,” she says with some trepidation, “that you’re not related to any of those poison-spitting dinosaurs from Jurassic Park.”

The lizard seems perfectly comfortable on its perch, and she can’t sit there all day. She heads for home, the lizard riding on her shoulder.

It politely declines to stay in the fish tank she prepares for it (left over from the guppies she had when she was eleven), but seems content to bask on her window sill. Grace names her new pet Aurora, after her favorite Disney princess. Occasionally. Aurora will disappear for a day or two, but she always returns to the windowsill sooner or later.

Grace soon discovers where the lizard likes to hang out--on the rocks around Steve’s koi pond.

The lizard becomes a part of the household in a low-key way. Aurora enjoys her usual spots: in Grace’s room or by the pond--but once in a while, she explores the rest of the house, and no one is surprised when she scampers up the wall and perches on a picture frame when the family is assembled. (Charlie is convinced that the amphibian likes to watch TV.)

Sometimes it’s easy to forget that they live in a dangerous world--until the day some really bad guys come looking for Daddy and Steve. “Get in the closet!” Dad orders them, and she drags Charlie along with her.

As she passes her room, she remembers her pet, and hollers, “Aurora!”

“No time for that,” Steve growls, pushing them both into the walk-in closet that’s reinforced as a panic room.

It’s quiet in there, with the sound of the ventilating fan the loudest noise. She thinks there’s gunfire and screaming, but that may be her imagination. “I’m scared,” Charlie says in a tiny little voice.

Grace knows she has to be the grown-up here. “Sure, it’s scary,” she agrees, keeping her tone light, “but remember Daddy and Steve have special training to help them deal with bad men like that.”

“Like the Avengers?”

She’s seen Steve in a wetsuit; from there, it’s a short distance to imagining him in spandex. Dad? Not so much. “Maybe.”

The closet door opens, and there’s Dad, unharmed. He hugs them both, and says, “Gracie, your lizard--”

“What happened to Aurora?” she asks in alarm.

“She saved the day.” He takes them outside where Steve, who’s on his cell, has thrown tarps over the bodies of the would-be killers. He points out the prints in the sand…they look like the tracks Aurora leaves, except that instead of being an inch long, these are a foot long.

Grace stares at them in confusion. Steve hangs up and joins them. “I just got off the phone with Jerry,” he tells them. “He says it sounds like a mo’o.”

“I’ve read about them.” Grace ponders the idea that her pet is a mythological shape-shifting lizard. “They’re fierce guardians of water sources. I guess that means the koi pond--and us.”

“It was pretty impressive,” Daddy says. “All of a sudden, poof! She was the size of a bus.”

“Not quite,” Steve contradicts him, “but big enough.”

Grace hurries down to the pond where Aurora suns herself on a rock, looking no different from any other day. “You heard me call, didn’t you? That was very brave of you. Thank you!” Fastidiously, the lizard’s silver tongue laves between her toes. “I hope you’re okay,” Grace says awkwardly.

Aurora considers, scoots closer and head-butts Grace’s ankle, a familiar gesture of affection. Then she resumes sunning herself, inscrutable as ever.

…

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, a dragon falls through a portal and becomes fast friends with Bucky

Fill -- Yngnathz (Your prompt...inside out)

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

He slams into the ground after falling a long way and lays there, dazed. The last thing he remembers is the battle in Wakanda; they had beaten Thanos…right? Then a sensation like he was being…unraveled? Bucky Barnes has definitely had better days.

In a minute, he’ll get up and go look for Steve. He was right here a minute ago, him and T’Challa and that crazy talking raccoon….

Something prods him in the stomach. He slits one eye to look, closing it again in disbelief. A dinosaur? Just when I thought my life couldn’t get any weirder….

If that thing decides to take a chomp out of him while he’s playing dead, he may wind up a super-soldier hors d’ouevre. He tries to scramble to his feet but he’s dizzy as fuck and sits back down, staring up at the beast, which sniffs him curiously.

The thing looking him over (Dinosaur, his mind insists) reminds him of a sea-horse--similar shaped head, armored-looking body--but with tiny claw-like appendages in front and muscular back legs with big feet and claws. Smooth ribs run from midway up its neck, protruding beyond its haunches. Maybe they puff up when it gets angry, like lizards? Whatever it is, Bucky decides, he’ll sit here and wait it out, trusting his reflexes to save him if the creature makes a move.

Bucky’s been in enough life-or-death situations that he isn’t particularly scared, although facing down a dinosaur wasn’t what he expected when he got up this morning. He thinks wistfully of the hut he’d earned for himself in Wakanda--

You miss your nest. The voice is in his head, not his ears, and that terrifies him more than any mere dinosaur ever could. He’s only just gotten HYDRA out of his head--! He jumps to his feet, panic-stricken, slumping against the dinosaur’s face, too dizzy to stand without support.

To hell with it. He’s worn down by the struggle for his sanity. If I can’t trust my own mind even now, I may as well let this thing eat me.

The dinosaur regards him. Why would I want to eat you?

“Wait,” he says out loud. “You can hear me?”

Yes.

“And I can hear you. Okay, I’m not crazy. Best news I’ve had all day.” He’s sightly hysterical with relief. A telepathic dinosaur? Sure, why the hell not?

You are hurt. You need rest. Climb on my back. The creature crouches for him to mount, the ridges shifting to accommodate him. To Bucky’s amazement, once he’s seated as comfortably as he can be between the neck spikes, the ‘dinosaur’ unfurls an impressive set of wings.

”Holy shit, you’re a dragon!” he bellows as the winged lizard takes flight with one mighty leap.

I am Yngathz.

“Ignatz?” The wind blows Bucky’s hair back and their movement creates a cool breeze against his face. Flying is awesome!

The speech of my kind would be difficult for you. I will answer to Ignatz.

They’re flying over a valley with the greenest foliage Bucky has ever seen, toward a range of hills. Ignatz glides toward them, swooping to land on a ledge. He folds his wings carefully back, waddling into an opening in the cliff-face.

This is my nest. Rest. I will bring you food.

Bucky slides down from the dragon’s back. Sleep sounds like an excellent idea. “Oh hey, Ignatz,” he mumbles, “if you see any more people like me while you’re out doing your thing, please don’t eat them, either.”

For a while--probably a few days, he has no way of telling--he sleeps. The dragon brings him fruit, saying he doesn’t want to risk meat spoiling in the heat while his friend rests. Ignatz brings water in an eggshell, more than enough to slake his thirst. It’s an exceptionally pleasant convalescence.

When he finally wakes clear-headed, Ignatz is pleased. Come with me now, he says. I have seen one of your kind, but it is not friendly. It throws sharp sticks at me.

They go. There’s a stream…a good place for a campsite. Animals come to water, making hunting simple. “Hello?” he hollers. Because learning it is fresh in his mind, he throws back his head and utters one of the traditional Wakanda greeting calls.

“White Wolf?” The underbrush rustles and T’Challa comes into view carrying a spear and looking at Ignatz suspiciously. “What is that thing?”

Bucky grins. “Have I got a story for you….”

…

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Pete's Dragon AU (2016 version (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pete%27s_Dragon_(2016_film)) or 1977 version (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pete%27s_Dragon_(1977_film)))

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Hansel and Gretel: Witchhunters, Hansel + any, "A dragon? Really? That's all we need!"

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne +/ any, he’s a dragon in human form, but the treasure he hoards isn’t gold

[shanachie-quill.livejournal.com]

It got a little out of control... sooo over here. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/17525954/chapters/46171663)

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, living in this world means waiting for our end (Beowulf)

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, where the sky floats, and is no smaller than long ago (Denise Levertov)

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, saw naught lovely but the sky and stars (Coleridge)

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, In the dead of night when the sky is deep (Sara Teasdale)