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SHAPESHIFTER DRAGON AU MEME

I was going to write a bunch of prompts for this but you know what? Fuck it. You all know why you're here. Just remember to content warn your smut, my fellow sinners.

TLDR Dragons can shapeshift, have been hiding among humanity, some of them for a very long time. Culturally there tends to be a split between the ones that stay in one place and build a power base versus the ones that are more nomadic and wander from place to place. Also hoarding instincts are weird and sometimes latch onto things that are very definitely not Typical Hoards.

Have fun.

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Xander | Fire Emblem | OTA

[kingshaming]

[Xander is definitely the more sedimentary type, still under the thumb of his father and basically his kneebreaker. Their family is known for cruelty and dark arts and manipulating and abusing humans... but honestly all the younger members are mostly kept down out of fear. In fact, Xander should be more powerful and on his own by now, but Garon has been purposely keeping his children weaker so he can manipulate them. Because of this Xander rarely in his full draconic form.

Most likely other characters might run into him when he's doing Garon's bidding, or at any meetings or gatherings Garon can't be bothered to deal with himself]

[founderinglight]

[The worst thing about coming through this territory is the obligatory stop to make nice with the well-established local family. The Nohrians have dug themselves in over the centuries, a sharp contrast to the mostly mobile older generations of Lucis Caelum.

Also in sharp contrast, Garon is paranoid enough that it's impossible to pass through his territory without being noticed. And so a luxurious RV trundles up, a Vespa scooter in navy blue on a trailer hooked to the back, parking among all the various luxury cars and looking distinctly out of place.

Better to make himself known, play the obligatory politics with a smile, and then get out of dodge again as soon as possible. So the driver hops out after a moment with a casual air, straightening his scarf and glancing around for which member of the Nohrian clan has gotten assigned to greet him this time.]

[kingshaming]

[It doesn't take long, cuz like hell they were going to leave him waiting long. Xander approaches from the building, dressed in pressed blacks and clicking heavy boots. He's young, but everyone is young in comparison- but at least it's not insultingly so.

When he reaches their guest he bows slightly]

Good evening, Sir. I am Xander, Garon's eldest son.

[His stance is tense and, honestly, for one that knew how to look for it, terrified. Pressed down so hard that fear has turned into a foul diamond.]

[founderinglight]

The eldest?

[A slight surprise, but only slight. So it seems Garon's decided to take him seriously, then.

In contrast to Xander, Izunia is relaxed and casual - no nerves, no awkwardness.]

...Very well, then. Would you like to come in?

[kingshaming]

[he nods]

After you.

[founderinglight]

[INTO THE FANCY RV WE GO.]

I assume that an introduction on my part is probably unneeded.

[Don't mind as he just... busies himself with making you tea, Xander?]

[kingshaming]

Very. You are Izunia Lucis Caelum. A wandering Wyrm- one of a pair. My father is very honored to host someone of your standing.

[...so fucking rehearsed, though he looks a little confused by the tea brewing]

[founderinglight]

[And that...

Gets a snort.]

'Of my standing'? Please. I retired from keeping any sort of court centuries ago; I have no standing to speak of.

[He settles the kettle on the stove, but doesn't turn it on, instead touching a glowing fingertip to the base and letting his magic do the work.]

[kingshaming]

[Xander gives a slight huff]

Certainly enough standing to make Father nervous

[Mostly under his breath]

Regardless, it's only proper to be respectful.

[founderinglight]

[Cheerfully;]

Oh, that's not standing, that's sheer combat experience. And Garon's own paranoia, of course.

[And without skipping a beat he turns away to pull a tin of tea out of one of the cupboards.]

[kingshaming]

[Xander growled softly, unable to completely contain the sound in his chest]

It's not paranoia when you have enemies at every corner.

[founderinglight]

Oh, certainly. But it is paranoia to assume that everyone not sworn to you is an enemy, is it not? I hear that he only barely even trusts his own family these days.

[The kettle steams, and Izunia takes down two mugs. The tea infusers he uses are the sort of gimmicky cute ones you might find in the kitchen of a college student - the one in the mug he sets out for Xander is a floating shark fin, and his own is a cat clinging to the side of the cup.]

Please, have a seat.

[kingshaming]

[Xander makes a startled noise a that accusation... and blinks down at the tea infusers]

... these are... interesting?

[founderinglight]

Humans create all sorts of interesting things. It's why I like them.

[kingshaming]

Humans? At your age I'm surprised you would bother with them.

[founderinglight]

On the contrary. Humans are one of the things that makes life worth living at my age. Others of our kind tend to be very set in their ways, at least past a certain age. Mortals, on the other hand, are always changing.

[kingshaming]

Maybe because they die...

[He doesn't... get???]

[founderinglight]

They do indeed. And yet they're driven to use those short lives as much as they can. You'd never see a dragon inventing cell phones or dog shows or skydiving.

[kingshaming]

And the only one of those that is useful is the phone.

[He sips his tea grumpily]

[cluelesscavewoman]

[For what reason would he run into a seemingly inept young dragon? Probably cause someone important thinks she makes a good messenger. And she's stood there, all puffed up at the gateway holding onto the letter and not giving it to the servants.

She has strict orders to give it to someone in charge. And what better servant that one that wouldn't even think of going against orders?]

[kingshaming]

[One of the servants came to him in a flustered state- all upset by this stubborn girl. So she gets Xander himself approaching]

You. You have a message?

[cluelesscavewoman]

[nodnod! And she holds up the letter, not even within his reach.]

My master says it is of utmost importance... Who are you? I must make sure you are one that is allowed to read this.

[This is a 100% fool proof plan for verifying someone.]

[press_start]

[It is evident, when the door is answered or the butler brings the note up or whatever, that this particular caller is not truly a dragon. Her magic lacks that strength- some kind of spirit, possibly, or in the worst-case something artificial and not entirely there. The girl herself is small, and dressed for a work engagement.]

Prince Xander? I’m a representative from the Future Foundation. Are you currently engaged?

[Election by merit? In MY dragon-managed state a few territories over? It's more likely than you think.]

[kingshaming]

I am not currently. If a representative came here personally, I can spare some time.

[press_start]

[It is unlikely that Garon is any kind of cooperative, and less so with organisations that are interested in human rights and whathaveyou. Still, it is some idealist’s idea to send a representative year after year anyway. If she has any reservations about Nohr’s reputation she doesn't show it.]

That's great… mm… your Highness. Here, or is it better if I come in?