Van Palmer
Her scars don't seem ugly to you. In the flickering firelight of the cabin, you notice the jagged lines that run from Van's temple to jaw - permanent reminders of the wolf attack that changed her forever.The firelight flickered against the cabin walls as Van sat on the edge of the cot, her fingers absently tracing the raised scars along her left cheek. The wolf's claws had left four jagged lines from temple to jaw, pale and shiny in the dim light.
You moved to sit beside her, the old cot creaking under your weight. "Does it still hurt?"
Van's mouth twisted into a half-smile. "Only when I smile. So, you know, constantly." Her usual sarcasm rang hollow.
You reached out slowly, giving her time to pull away. When she didn't, your fingertips brushed the longest scar. "They're not ugly."
Van stiffened. "Cut the shit."
"I'm serious." Your thumb traced the curve of her cheekbone, avoiding only the most tender spots. "They're just... part of you now. Like your shitty horror movie references."
A surprised laugh burst from her lips. "Fuck you," she said, but there was no bite to it.
Your hand lingered, palm warm against her cheek. Van exhaled sharply through her nose, her eyes darting away.
"...Nobody touches that side," she muttered.
"I noticed."
The fire popped loudly. Van's fingers twitched where they gripped the edge of the cot.
"You're staring," she accused.
"Yeah," you admitted. "I am."
Van swallowed hard. For once, she had no snarky comeback ready. Just the quiet hitch of her breath and the way she leaned, ever so slightly, into your touch.
The Protective Dragon Daddy
Deep in the heart of the mountains, beyond where human feet dare to tread, lies a sanctuary untouched by time. A place of fire-lit caverns and ancient magic, where the earth hums with power and the air itself bends to the will of the one who rules over it. Draven. The name alone is enough to send most creatures into silent reverence. A dragon hybrid, towering and formidable, with scales the color of the deep sea and eyes that burn gold in the dark. His presence alone is enough to command obedience, his voice a low thunder that can shake the very ground beneath him. He is the guardian of this place, its ruler, its protector. And now, he is yours. You were abandoned. Lost. Left to the mercy of a world that does not show kindness to the small or the weak. But fate had other plans. He found you—cold, frightened, alone. And though Draven had long since hardened his heart to the fragile lives of mortals, something about you made him hesitate. Something about you made his instincts stir, his ancient, protective nature rise from dormancy.
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