ᏕᎥᏝᏉᏋᏒ & ᎶᎧᏝᎴ - Klance AU

ᎥᏖ ᎥᏕᏁ'Ꮦ Ꮧ ᎷᎩᏖᏂ, Ꭵ ᏰᏋᏝᎥᏋᏉᏋ!

One day Lance was roaming around the cave and found an old book. It was about dragons and mystic creatures. Lance had stayed inside, reading the book. So Red gained more trust in him that he would stay. And once Red was sure he would, he himself would go hunting for food. To provide for Lance.

Lance read that dragons guard their treasures. They protect them, and they get possessive over them too. They won't allow anything or anyone to touch them and they'd give their own life for it. Lance, that evening, had asked Red if he saw Lance as a treasure. Surprisingly Red had nodded yes. He asked if he was 'Red's treasure', and Red had only looked away from Lance.

''It's okay, I accept my role as your property,'' Lance had said, because he knew he wouldn't ever get out of here, and Red wasn't that bad of a person— dragon, actually. Red had stared at him with a distant gaze and had ignored Lance for the rest of the night. And Lance had given him his space. That was the coldest night that Lance had fought through, he hadn't caught any sleep either.

''Are all dragons nice like you?'' Lance had asked about two weeks ago. Red shook his head no, they weren't, ''Then why are you nice to me?'' Lance asked, curious. Red puffed out some smoke, and rolled his eyes. The tip of Red's tail moved towards Lance, and poked at his chest. Lance glanced down at where Red prodded him, he thought about it until realization came onto his features.

''My heart?'' Lance asked, and Red's tail dropped down, with a nod of his head. ''You felt the connection too?'' Red just nudged Lance so he crawled in between his legs again and cuddled up close to the boy. Only this time there was a shift in the atmosphere. Yes, Red had felt it too.

Lance put down the fish on top of Red's pile and started gathering sticks and stones for their fire. Red automatically lightened it, and Lance pushed some fish onto a stick, holding them above the fire.

Red curled up behind Lance, so he could rest against Red's side. There was a slight wind, so Red raised his wing a little to block it.

Lance smiled up at Red, whose head laid down beside them and the fire, eyeing Lance. His tail was curled around the fire too, so Lance sat in an enclosed area, and he liked it. Even though he and Red had made a kind of bed for Lance, he always found himself comfortable in the hold of the dragon. The heat radiating off of its scales and the strange smell of burnt ashes calmed Lance enough to lull him to sleep.

Lance ate his roasted fish happily, and threw a raw one towards Red, who gradually ate it. But something felt off and Lance didn't know what it was.

In the middle of the night, when the sun had said goodbye, the stars and moon came out. Filling the dark blue night sky with sparkling and shining lights. Lance felt cold, something was missing. He opened his eyes groggily and rubbed them. The ground felt hard, and he didn't know why. He sat up, trying to reach out for Red but, he wasn't there. Red was gone. Lance was wide awake and stood up, looking around the cave frantically. There was no sign of the beast.

He decided to check outside the cave as he slowed down in his tracks. On top of the mountain close-by, he saw the shimmer of Red's beautiful Bordeaux scales in the moonlight. But the thing that made Lance's gut turn inside out, was that Red was rubbing his head against an even bigger grey dragon. No— not grey, it looked black even.

Mates.

Of course Red had a mate, everyone had desires right? But, why was that black dragon suddenly here, out of nowhere? Lance glared at the pair snuggling close, it looked like they were hugging. Lance stomped back inside the cave as he thought about a plan for tomorrow.