Author: Jaegeronice Pairing(s): Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku/Bakugou Katsuki Setting:
In a Fantasy world filled with sorcery and species unknown, the dragons
rule above all, yet they are unseen by most. Due to the rare abilities
of Izuku Midoriya, he has been tasked with the role of “Dragon Keeper”
as the human guardian for the entire Wyvern race. But Midoriya, as
usual, gets himself caught up in a mess where he has to embark on a
quest with a barbaric King of the Wilds, a love struck Prince, and a
reckless bounty hunter to get back what he had lost. Characters: - Dragon Keeper!Midoriya Izuku - Prince!Todoroki Shouto - “King”!Bakugou Katsuki - Bounty Hunter!Kirishima Eijiro (And several others) Tags: Violence, Blood, Slight NSFW, Slight Angst/Tension, slow burn for the plot. No quirks.
Zephyri’s wings cut
through the air at incredible speed, sharp winds tearing through
Midoriya’s tangled hair mercilessly. But it felt thrilling. It was
awakening; livening, even.
Izuku freed a hand from
his grip on the dragon’s horns to adjust his hazed goggles that shielded
his eyes from the harsh blasts of air. Every once in a while, he would
get to ride Zephyri like this; an intense, arduous race through the sky.
It was by far his most enjoyable experience he’s had yet. Midoriya
gazed below at the ocean beneath him, the aquamarine hue blurring into
streaks as Zephyri surged over top, kicking up a spray of water that
split beneath into mist.
The dragon tilted her
body, dipping her right wing into the water, slicing open a thin trail
into the calm ocean. Midoriya laughed, relishing the fact that it was he
and his dragon that were ravishing the seas; two mighty wings shaping
the currents and carving up the waves.
“Fly higher,” he told
her, gazing forward at the faint shapes in the distance that became
clearer to make out. It was the towering sea stacks that formed a maze
amidst the wide ocean that appeared to go on forever. But Izuku knew
that wasn’t true.
Zephyri flashed her
pearly wings, rising further into the sky. In less than seconds, the sea
stacks were all around them, looming and snaking over one another.
Izuku held tighter onto the dragon, clutching to her as she wove between
the pillars of earth and spun under arches, as if she had memorized it.
Midoriya yelped as she
without warning ascended into the sky at hellish speeds, pushing clouds
apart as she shot out of the small gap that shone light through the
twisted rock formations. The fog dusting the tops of the stacks cleared,
swept away by the beating of her wings.
From here, Izuku could
see it all. In the midst of a calm, collected ocean, the horizon went
untouched by mist. The edge of the sea was speckled with land to the
south; the borders of The Southern Kingdom. There, reigned the castle of
Fahyuhr where the twin towers of Bleyz and Heylstöhn speared the sky
with unrivaled integrity and pride.
“Straight ahead to land,” Izuku spoke, pointing in the direction he wished to fly.
Without any hesitation,
Zephyri did as she was commanded. She may be the Goddess of all dragons,
but in the skies she and Midoriya meld as equals.
In due time they were
circling above in the clouds, below them a city that held the illusion
of appearing smaller than it actually was. And in the heart of the
town’s mass, was the very focal point of the land; Castle Fahyuhr.
As appealing as the city
looked, Izuku knew better than to show up with none other than a dragon
in his company. Debatedly, few had ever seen the dragons, and some
never really lived to tell the tale. So if anyone saw a dragon now,
there would probably be an uprising and a greedy pursuit for riches. The
dragons preferred keeping their race detached for a good reason, it
“Beyond. We can’t have
you being seen in Fahyuhr after all. Maybe we can find him roaming the
outskirts again,” Midoriya offered, his eyes tracing the roads in the
earth from where he could see from such height.
“The Prince doesn’t
exactly fit into his own kingdom, does he?” Zephyri mused to herself.
Simply nodding in response, Midoriya leaned forward and beckoned her to
fly faster. Away from Fahyuhr as soon as possible.
Once out of range, they
settled lower to the ground, swooping over the land with ease. As they
breached the hilltops, the mellow crystalline sunlight fanned out in
mesmerizing clarity. The Southern Kingdom was a beautiful place, after
all. Despite all of the mysteries it held.
But like a trick of the
light, Izuku thought he saw something. It could have just been his eyes
playing tricks on him from this distance, but no. Below in the grassy
valleys was a shadow dancing along to the galloping of a pure white
horse. And riding that horse, was someone the dragon keeper recognized
even from this distance.
“That’s him!” He called, ushering his dragon to pick up the pace.
Zephyri purred, flapping
her wings to give a momentary burst of speed. “You were right all
along. Fahyuhr is not exactly confectionery to the Prince’s taste.”
Soon they were over top
the horse and it’s rider, casting a beastly shadow over them. The rider
seemed startled, the sudden wind through his hair and the looming shadow
of the flying creature above him causing him to reel in his valiant
steed. Midoriya sat up still on Zephyri as she landed in the grass, her
clawed feet scraping the ground as she eased into her descent. Midoriya
didn’t wait to unlatch himself from the saddle and hop off his dragon,
running in the direction of the rider.
“Your Majesty,” he bowed
as he ambled to a stop. A smile laced his features as he felt the echo
of two boots hitting the ground, belonging to the rider himself. The
scuffing of feet on grass strode towards him. Then a hand cupped his
shoulder, warm and firm in grip under the silk navy gloves.
“Midoriya,” greeted the
smooth voice of the familiar figure, inviting the boy to lift his head.
And Midoriya did as such, coming face to face with the one he was
searching for since he left the Wyvern island.
Izuku grinned, pushing
his fogged goggles up to rest in his untamed emerald curls. “Prince
Todoroki, I had figured you’d flee the castle at this time.”
The Prince hummed a
sound of agreement, reaching up to sift his bangs out of one arctic blue
eye. A breeze tousled through, flowing his rich attire and sifting
through his hair. His roots were split down the middle, one side a
flaring crimson that radiated the heat of the sun, while the other was a
calmer array; a silvery white that shone like silken starlight.
“You searched for me again, Dragon Keeper?” inquired Prince Todoroki, glancing freely in Zephyri’s presence.
The Prince was different
than most. If it wasn’t spoken already, few of the living have ever
laid eyes on a breathing dragon. But due to strange connections and the
strings of fate, Todoroki of Fahyuhr was one of the lucky ones. If it
wasn’t for his unshakable friendship with Midoriya, his chances of ever
meeting a Wyvern would never have been realized.
“Yes, your Majesty,” Midoriya admitted fluently.
Prince Todoroki did not
respond verbally, more so he passed the reins of his horse onto Midoriya
as he carefully approached the stunning winged beast with a hand
extended shyly. “It’s always pleasant to see you again, Goddess of the
Zephyri nudged her snout
against the open palm of the Prince’s hand as a sign of respect, before
sitting back on her haunches formally.
“Why are you here, if I may ask?” Prince Todoroki inspected inquisitively, taking back his horse from the Dragon Keeper.
Midoriya glanced between
the Prince and Zephyri, bringing his scarred hand up to sift through
the back of his tufty green hair bashfully.
“I see. So dragons hibernate during the winter just like bears,” concluded the Prince after a in depth conversation.
Midoriya gave a half nod, wavering slightly. “Sort of, in a sense.”
“So if the dragons are
awake, where is your companion Cyril?” Prince Todoroki sought, threading
his gloved fingers through the gold strands lacing the hem of his royal
“Catching fish in the
ocean. He’ll pick up our scent like a hound and find us before we know
it as usual,” Midoriya commented, observing his surroundings habitually.
The Prince seemed
satisfied with that answer. “I may not be able to understand dragons,
but to be in their presence is a blessing in itself. Let alone yours,
Midoriya shied from the
words. He was still getting used to carrying the weight of the entire
Wyvern race on his shoulders, and the secret of his mentor’s death. But
being complimented by a prince was satisfying to say the least.
“Well, you knew me before I became Dragon Keeper. The title doesn’t regard my status in any way.”
Prince Todoroki looked
slightly offended at that. “I beg your pardon. You are the epiphany of
knowledge and gift. If my father knew that I’ve been meeting with
dragons in my spare time, he might call for my head.”
King Endeavor of Fahyuhr
was well known for his dragon hunts. He wanted his hands on any kind of
fragment that they existed, then he’d find them. He’d take their
scales, claws, horns, and teeth for himself, and sell the rest to the nobles of the Northern Kingdom. So naturally if he found out his own son was
conspiring against him and actually living side by side with myth and
legend, he’d be more than a little unhappy.
“I’d bet,” Midoriya breathed out lazily.
The two had settled down
at the edge of Dryad Meadow, a peaceful spot. No one ever really saw
the faeries that often, since they only came out in favorable seasons
like autumn or when the sapphire moon floats in the sky. Of course, that
only happens every eight years. Soon the woodland creatures formed a
habit of hiding on spiritual days just to avoid the greedy myth hunters
and fortune trappers that tracked them down.
Yet they sat under a
willow tree, melted sunlight tangling in with the fluttering leaves.
Prince Todoroki’s ivory steed, Galeriyn, nestled under the shade of
The Prince let out a wistful sigh. “Your job seems so fulfilling. You have a true purpose as the Guardian of the Wyverns.”
Midoriya took the
underlying compliment graciously, although he wondered why the king’s
son would be so joyless. He questioned, “But isn’t your position as
Prince of Fahyuhr adequate as well? I couldn’t see myself in such an
The Prince let out a
farcical dry laugh, clacking his tongue. “If only,” he dropped his line
of sight down to his feet, crossed over one another. With a quizzical
look from Izuku, the noble boy went on.
“I am next in line for
king of a Kingdom that wasn’t even meant to be. Before humans, the
dragons roamed free; along creatures of all kinds. Now they are crawling
away from us and our destructive ways. That’s why you live among the
dragons, with aspiration and pure intent for their future. I don’t have a
rightful place in this world.”
Midoriya dipped his head
to acquiesce, not entirely agreeing with the Prince’s words; that he
was unworthy to rule the southern lands. To Izuku, the Prince’s benign
heart and strong will was deemed worthy to be king.
“I don’t see it that way,” he speaks his opinion, tugging at the blades of grass beneath him.
The corners of the
Prince’s lips turned up, a faint smile in return of the kindness that
the dragon keeper offered. After a serene lull in the atmosphere, a
brush of wind sweeps over the fields of grass, stroking through Izuku’s
plush curls. His goggles fell down his face, crookedly landing on the
bridge of his nose.
“Ah,” his throat
hitches, bringing up his hands to sort himself out. But Prince Todoroki
had taken to fixing Midoriya’s goggles himself, smoothing out the boy’s
ruffled hair as he did so. His hands left Izuku’s face, but stayed at
his sides firmly. But like the snapping of a branch, the trance was
“Apologies,” the Prince
was quick to judgement, pressing his hands together for atonement. “I
didn’t mean to touch you so intimately.” Out of nowhere, Midoriya
laughed. Mismatched eyes peered up at the keeper in curiosity. “Did I
say something funny?”
“Not on purpose! I just
thought that… it’s unusual behavior for a prince like yourself to
serve other’s feelings tenderly,” he responded, and followed it with a
thoughtful, “I guess that’s why I am so fond of you.”
The complexion of the
Prince swiftly picked up a rose glow, the tips of his ears burning
indistinctly. “Fond?” he repeated, the word resonating much sweeter on
“I assume you fled
another gala at the palace? Usually the fanciful parties are all held
during this week,” Midoriya ratted him out, a slight tease behind his
words. Yet he could never fully reprimand or force any sarcasm on him.
Prince Todoroki gestured
in acknowledgement. “But I’m glad I did. At least I can spend a few
hours of sunlight with you, before my inevitable return to Fahyuhr…”
Midoriya cast his
childhood friend a grin, sinking further into comfort. He caught a
glance of the Prince’s hand moving inside of his coat pocket to search
for something, his fingers deftly curling around the edges of a square
object. He began to pull out his hand wrapped around the object along
with the beginnings of, “Izuku, I have-”
But, there was a rupture
in the silence. A thunderous detonation that shook the very earth
beneath them, soon followed by the mighty roar of a beast. Birds
squawked as they fled their branches in a haze of frenzied claws and
perked her head up in alert, her pupils contracting to sharp slits.
Galeriyn bucked and whinnied, frightened by the sudden burst of chaos.
Both Midoriya and Todoroki were on their feet at once, the Prince
stuffing the object back into his pocket hastily.
They turned their heads to where it came from; within the willow forest.
“What was that?” Midoriya exclaimed, as Todoroki rushed to calm his horse.
“Something bad, Izuku.
Terrible things!” Zephyri hissed in ancient Draconispök to the boy, who
repeated it out loud so Prince Todoroki could understand.
“But that could mean
anything,” Todoroki said as he drew his gemstone encrusted blade, merely
letting go of Galedriyn’s reigns for half a moment… before the animal
bolted away in a spur of fear. Galloping back to the direction of the
castle, it would seem. The Prince cursed under his breath.
“Do we venture forth?”
Izuku mumbled anxiously, his eyes darting back and forth between all
variables. Flee with the Prince on dragonback, stay in place, or go in
and explore what in the fiery damnation had happened. But it didn’t
appear to be his call.
Zephyri was the first to
enter the trees, without a second thought as her tail swished behind
her restlessly. Despite whatever terror she detected lay beyond, it must
of been compelling enough to stoke her curiosity. The Prince and the
Dragon Keeper hastily met eyes in unison. It was impossible to turn away
Midoriya followed after
his dragon, Todoroki keeping close behind him. Who knows what could be
beyond the presumably friendly meadow.
Soon came another roar,
strangled and pained. It sent prickly shivers up Izuku’s spine, stabbing
at his nerves. It was louder this time. And the less distance they put
between the threatening growls and themselves, the more Midoriya could
make out the sound of voices.
Zephyri crouched into
the thick shrubbery, mangled bushes obscuring her from view. Midoriya
and Prince Todoroki followed in suit, sinking into the brush that acted
as a barrier between them and whatever lay beyond.
Izuku parted leaves away
slightly, breaking open a hole to the other side. He peered closer, his
eyes catching onto a gang of outlandish men and women. Their clothes
were scratched and bulky, as if they had been tossed around or ripped
up. The next commodity he noticed was the alarming arrangement of blunt
weapons and sharp nets they carried on their backs.
He soon pieced it all
together. These people were myth hunters. Or Mythers, more commonly
known as. And an unusually brutish pack of them at that.
Fear struck his heart,
an instinct to cling to his dragon rose. “You can’t stay here, Zephyri,”
he hissed in Draconispök. But the goddess of gold and clouds did not
budge. Her gaze was set in stone, seething a glare as she lowered
herself. She had noticed something that neither him nor the Prince had.
Midoriya risked himself
to get a better look, his sight encapsulated a shocking discovery. A
massive crimson red wing was spread out limply on the ground, snagged in
barbed netting. Hooked spears pierced through the leathery wing
cruelly. Midoriya soaked in the rest of the image fixated before him,
rendering him at a loss for words. A young mighty Wyvern, far bigger
than any he had ever laid eyes on. It was alive, it’s lashed torso
rising and falling with each rattling breath. Smoke plumed out from it’s
nostrils, emanating a offensive growl each step a Myther took towards
“Is that..?” The Prince inquired under a whisper, clutching faster onto his sword.
believe his eyes. He thought all of the dragons were accounted for and
safely back at his island. What was such a strong beast doing out here
alone in the first place? Unless, the dragon wasn’t alone. Further
analyzing from a safe ways away, he figured out why the winged creature
didn’t just fight back and escape. Powerful claws caged in the
unconscious body of a boy, shielding him from the Mythers as the dragon
bore it’s teeth with hostility. Unfortunately the dragon’s wing was also
gravely injured, with no hopes of taking flight any time soon.
someone,” Midoriya muttered. He eyed the body of the boy that twitched
slightly, letting out small groans of discomfort in his unresponsive
state. He was hurt too.
“We have to help them,” Zephyri urged, careful to stay as quiet as possible. After all, dragons were a legend worth killing for.
The Prince shook his
head when Midoriya retold her words. “As much as I hate these illegal
traders, we can’t risk the sky goddess’s life.”
Zephyri snorted disrespectfully. “I’ll have you know that I-”
“Shh!” Midoriya hissed,
fearing that the Mythers had become aware of their presence. Everything
went silent, all except pained grunts of the boy and the menacing growls
of the fallen dragon.
For a moment, Izuku
relaxed. He let his guard down, touching a shaky hand on the upper curve
of Zephyri’s scaled leg. “Stay still,” he put a finger to his lips, his
eyes flickering all around in creeping paranoia.
Midoriya’s heartbeat was
nonetheless wild, yet it practically exploded out of his chest when he
heard the bloodcurdling shriek of a war cry above in the trees that
filtered ashen light onto their skin. His hair stood up on ends as a
throwing axe cut through the air, reeling passed his ear in horrifying
proximity. He felt the breath of the blade skim by him in a sharp slice.
It rustled into the bushes, slicing open a gash in the barrier that
protected them from the Mythers.
Only, said Mythers were
now surrounding the unfortunate souls, bearing weapons high and flashing
wicked grins. The moment greedy eyes settled upon Izuku’s pearly golden
dragon, it looked as if they were gazing on their last meal. And
they were ravenous for it.
“Midoriya, stay behind
me!” The Prince rose, spinning his sword by the hilt threateningly
before grasping it with a resolve to defend and attack.
Midoriya did as he was
told. But alas, Zephyri did not. She waited for an opening; and with one
mighty blow she struck down two barbaric men with flashing claws-
clipping one Myther by a slash down the side of the face. The man wailed
and buckled to the ground in agony, ensuring a chance to pounce in the
direction of her fellow Wyvern brethren and it’s human boy.
This was all while Midoriya was frantically calling after her to retreat and escape to safety.
“Grab them and bring
them to me!” The leader of their hunting group ordered, raising a
muscled arm in direction of the Prince and the Dragon Keeper. She had a
cloak of mountain boar hide, an illegal item only obtainable across seas
the the Northern Kingdom. These people… must be more than what
Midoriya had determined. Thugs, it would appear.
Midoriya yelped as
Todoroki clashed his sword against the chipping iron of a rusty cutlass,
belonging to the strong hands of a man much larger and more rugged than
he was. The Prince couldn’t hold out for much longer under the crushing
weight of the onslaught.
Izuku was stuck in his
own head once again. There was so much going on, he couldn’t keep track
of what he needed to do. And for all he could manage, he mustered up the
courage to pick up the axe that was lodged in the bushes and grasp it
between shaking fingers. As another murderous brute charged forward with
unwavering strides, a bolt of fear rattled Izuku from the core as
he made a daring choice; and whacked the Myther over the head with the
blunt end of the weapon.
The body hits the ground
with a thud, sending a chill through his already quivering bones. Thus,
Midoriya turned to see what his ears failed to warn him of. Prince
Todoroki had lost the battle of strength, his gloved fingers desperately
digging into the arm that strangled his freedom.
Todoroki choked, his free hand clawing for the shining sword that was
out of reach, gleaming under the light like and unobtainable beacon
where it stood up from the ground.
“Your Majesty!” Izuku
cried in horror. But taking a step forth, he felt a firm hand clamp
painfully around his ankle from where the he had previously struck down
His heart stops, sparing
him a mere second to realize what he had done before he was pulled out
from underneath, his body slamming full force into the ground. His head
hit the surface of a mossy rock, dots swimming in his vision as the air
was extracted from his lunges with a sharp stab. His ears rung. He
couldn’t hear a thing, other than the muffled growl of a dragon in the
distance. Midoriya opened his blurring eyes, feeling the blood trickle
down his forehead from the impact. His sight met with Zephyri, who was
snapping her jaws at the Mythers who dared approach her and the
captives, spreading her wings out like a blockade over the much larger,
yet helpless dragon and the unmoving boy.
She then saw Midoriya.
Her blue eyes glowed like fierce flames, worry striking her dragon
heart. She knew his undying resolve to protect the dragons. But Izuku
could trust her that she would live, right?
“Run,” Midoriya wheezed, pain seething through his head and ribs. “Fly, Zephyria Ozentaros!”
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