It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Well, I have returned and I’m bringing a long and fluffy one-shot!
So once more this is from an AU I made up and absolutely adore working on with vividslice - this time Vikk is a knight who, with his trusted and loyal dragon friend, Bubbles, saves prince Lachlan from an evil demon who held him captive and treated him…quite badly, I should say. I really hope this one-shot makes sense to you without having further knowledge of the AU because I’m rather proud of this one. Also I have a bunch of concept art of this AU so that should be coming soon ;)
Setting: ehm…I explained the AU already but it doesn’t have a name, so…
Word count: 1800+ words (I’m on mobile so I know no exact number…long story)
AU created by vividslice and myself.
I hope you enjoy! ^^
Icy blue eyes, like
spectacular shards of diamond shimmered in the shady gloominess of the temporary hideout that the pursued trio took shelter in, as they
hesitantly fluttered open and then shut again. Lachlan, the owner of
said bright eyes buried his face back into the fabric of his
saviour’s shirt shyly, no heavy metallic plates or thick leather
straps making it uncomfortable as said apparatuses have been thrown
on the ground a few feet away long ago when the prince franctially
bandaged the other up, needing to get rid of everything that got in
the way in the proccess. The two slept huddled together, their dreams
guarded by the mighty-looking dragon who lay beside them.
The younger smiled as he felt Vikk stir slightly, waking up. Slender
fingers ran through sunshine coloured locks, lightly caressing the
taller’s scalp with small movements, making the latter boy purr
slightly in delight. The blonde’s body was limp, almost as if still
asleep, even though he was very much awake, his body and mind eagerly soaking in all the new sensations and acts of gentleness and care, the feeling of security, warmth and happiness he had never felt before but in Vikk’s arms. Everything he was feeling that moment seemed foreign to him - during his years of suffering and slavery he had never felt safe or loved, he had never been in love either and thus he couldn’t quite understand the reason why this knight, this almost complete stranger who showed up at his prison of a castle to risk his very life and save him, made his heart flutter and fill up with warmth and make his world spin and seem so much more beautiful than ever before. And what he understood even less was that he had let him
in, he let him wrap his arms around him and sleep snuggled against
him…and he felt safe.
The boy of royal heritage sighed contently
as he held the shorter even closer, but loosened his tight grip when
he heard a groan, thinking that he might have caused pain by
accidentally moving his hands over a fresh wound. However, the groans
continued along with the slight movements pushing their bodies yet
“Bubbles…what do you want?!”, groans turned
into scolding words as Vikk turned his head towards his winged
companion without removing his arms from around the prince’s lithe
form huddled against his own.
In response, the dragon stopped
poking his shoulder and let out a rather cheeky-sounding hurr, eyes
gleaming with slight mischief.
“What?”, the young knight asked
again, confused and slightly offended by his loyal mount making fun
of him “Are you jealous or something?”, he asked back with a
Bubbles just rolled her eyes, faking annoyance and put her
head down, turning away from the cuddling two. She had a quite
developed opinion on how her friend, despite being a heroic and
celebrated knight, was in fact a really childish, oblivious and shy
soul. “Oh, you little dork, you!”, she thought to herself,
wishing she could actually talk “Stop drooling over this fancy guy
and just tell him how you feel and then kiss him or whatever! Like,
come on, can’t you see he’s head over heals for you too?!” But
sadly, being a dragon comes with the slight inconvenience of not
being able to verbally communicate with these goofy bipedal
creatures, called humans, and thus Bubbles could do nothing but watch
her friend fallen hopelessly in love with the royal boy he risked his
life for but appearing too shy to confess.
The blonde’s slender
form was unmoving once again, indicating that he was back in his
realm of dreams, watched over by his - quite literally - knight in
shining armour, whose gaze swept along his hastily hidden bruises and
half-healed scars, deep mocha orbs filling with gentle love and
“Look at him, Bubbles…”, the
smaller boy sighed with distress “He’s so battered and bruised,
bears so many scars of mistreatment…he had to go through so much
pain…I want to help him heal so much. Do you think he would let
He didn’t expect an answer, yet he heard a low purr
edging him on to keep talking.
“I love him, you know…Who am I
kidding, you always notice these things before me.”, yet another
sigh and the fierce warrior now fighting his own doubts and shyness
looked up at his faithful companion with the question hidden deep in
his eyes “Do you think I should tell him?”
He got his answer
in the form of a reassuring poke on the shoulder by a wide nose, the
dragon’s replacement for kind words, certainly meaning “yes”.
Vikk turned his attention
back to the blonde in his arms and marvelled in his peaceful,
sleeping features before leaning closer to him, brushing his lips
carefully against a bruise on his forehead and breathing a feather
light kiss against the tortured skin. “I wish I’d been here to
protect you, my prince…”, he mumbled, sorrow filling his voice,
vivid images of what hellish agony the other must have had to suffer
flashing through his mind.
If anything, he didn’t
expect those sky blue eyes to shoot open, causing him to jump a
little in surprise. However he remained completely silent and
motionless as the taller moved around a bit until they were at the
same eye level, faces inches apart and short, excited breaths
“So…”, the royal boy
started, face lit up in a lively smile “did I hear you right? Do
you love me?”
he felt his cheeks burn hotter than lava and anxiety clutched his
every hopeful thought hearing that the only emotion evident in the
prince’s voice was curiosity.
“Hmm…I don’t mean to
hurt or offend you, but I don’t know if I love you too, I’ve never
been in love. Is there a way I could find out?”, as out-of-place
and ridiculous these words sounded, they were said with the most
sincere regret for not being able to give a satisfying answer,
accompanied by the delightful gleam of crystal blue eyes filled with
honesty and interest.
“Well…I might know
something…”, the hesitant words were spoken with care and in a
low tone, the knight fearing that his voice may fail him out of
embarrassment and the despair of his hopes shattering.
“Oh, and what would that
be?”, still nothing but childishly curious, eager and a smile
toying with his lips, the blue eyed boy awaited the answer with
But his answer never came
in the way he anticipated it to – instead in the form of soft lips
gently, sweetly pressing against his own, tamed to unimaginable
lightness by being terrified of rejection. Eyes tinted similar to the
brightest of skies fluttered shut and the younger pushed into the
kiss with slight force, smiling against velvet lips as euphoria, like
electricity, bolted throughout his body, making his senses spring to
life and feeling as if fireworks – no, whole supernovas were
exploding in his chest. And, without any words needed, in that very
moment, he was sure he was irrevocably, hopelessly and unimaginably
in love with Vikk.
“So…?”, the shorter
asked, dreading that what he might hear would break his heart.
The blonde didn’t respond
straight away – he had no intention of teasing his beloved hero,
but he took his time to move closer to him, taking away the tiny bit
of space that somehow still remained between their bodies, foreheads
leant together and arms tight around one another. Orbs of light azure
glowed with unquestionable love and affection as Lachlan spoke the
words the other yearned to hear.
“I love you too.”, and
with that, he pulled the older into another loving kiss, not leaving
him time to reply.
Meanwhile, Bubbles smiled
to herself, keeping her head turned away but still knowing about the
two lovers being caught up in each other. You might expect her to be
jealous, but she wasn’t the slightest bit – oh no, she was
incredibly happy because she just witnessed her best friend find his
soulmate and she even had a little part in that.
She was careful to occupy
herself with her own thoughts and shut out the conversation of the
two humans – she wasn’t meant to hear such private conversation and
she knew it.
Vikk nuzzled the other’s
golden locks lovingly, making delightful giggles erupt from him and
stopped for a moment to gently plant a kiss onto his scalp.
“You know what?”, the
blonde asked, eyes closed while enjoying the caring attention of his
“I feel bad I’ve never
been in love before…it’s great.”
“Oh, Lachy”, the knight
chuckled with a hint of bitterness in his voice “being in love
isn’t the same every time.”
“Well…”, the response
had a cheeky tone to it as the taller pressed their noses together
with a swift motion “being in love with you feels wonderful
and that’s all that really matters to me.”
grinned, mocking the other “you should have said that then.”
“You’re a jaaaaaaaag!”,
the prince complained, but their playfighting was soon drowned out by
their own laughter.
“That reminds me
though…you were eavesdropping!”
“Me? When?!”, Lachlan
acted offended at the seemingly false accusation.
“You pretended to be
asleep when I told Bubbles I love you. You were eavesdropping!”
“No, I wasn’t! It’s not
like I had a choice!”, his defence was fierce and loud, yet
“You could have given a
sign of being awake.”
At this point, the one of
royal heritage decided to stop talking and change his strategy to
pouting cutely, making the dark haired boy giggle.
“Are you not going to
talk to me anymore, my prince?”, he had a hard time restraining his
laugh while all he got in response was a shake of the other’s head.
“Aaw, but Lachy…”,
the slowly rising red taint on the younger’s face just made him
giggle eve more before he pressed his lips gently against the flushed
cheeks as the act of requesting truce. “Come on, my precious, don’t
be like that”, he mumbled against smooth skin, breaths sending
ticking sensations to slowly paint a smile onto his soulmate’s
But as soon as their little
playfighting was over, Lachlan moved again, resting his head against
his saviour’s chest, enjoying the feeling of slender digits threading
through his hair carefully.
“Vikk?”, voice not
hushed one bit, the blonde spoke up without moving his head.
But, instead of a melodic,
deep voice he loved so much, replying, they both heard a slightly
annoyed, non-human grunt from behind them, it’s source being none
other than Bubbles.
“I think she wants us to
shut up and go to sleep already…”, the knight chuckled with
cheekiness beyond hinted in his voice.
“Yeah, I think you’re
right.”, the answer held the same amount of mischief and
happiness,making Vikk’s heart flutter knowing how lucky he was to
hold his beloved prince in his arms.
“Goodnight, my prince.”
“Goodnight, my knight.”
And the two newfound lovers
shared one last, sweet kiss before heading to the realm of dreams
together – their first night they shared in the line of thousand
more ones to come.