New Home From Across The Sea | How To Train Your Dragon X Male Reader

New Home From Across the Sea | How To Train Your Dragon X Male Reader

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Description: Fly High Dragon King

More about you: More about you

Prologue: New Home From Across the Sea | (You are here)

Chapter 1: Old Friends from the Starry Sky |TBW

Chapter 2: The Chieftain's Decision | TBW

Chapter 3: My Good Friend and Maybe Yours | TBW

Chapter 4: Understanding This Way of Life | TBW

Chapter 5: Convincing Her of Sky Bound Beauty | TBW

Chapter 6: Lifelong Friends Over War | TBW

Chapter 7: The Queen Faces the King | TBW

Word count: 3,705 words

The world was different for the boy that lived in the icy nest with the Alpha dragon. He was considered royalty among the rest of the winged creatures, and they all loved him dearly. Even outside the nest, dragons would flock all around to help him. He was found on a boat, abandoned by the rest as an infant. The boy was saved by two night furies that had brought him to the dragon nest.

The two didn't stay for long, but would come by to check on him. Y/n had spent two years learning how to act like the dragons. They would all take turns to care for the boy and Y/n would take care of them. Y/n would start helping out with raids as he rode one of the many dragons, usually commanding them what to grab and what to do. Even if he looked two years old, Y/n was a powerful soul.

After returning to the nest after the most recent raid, Y/n called out to the sky in hopes that his night fury friends would hear his call. The gods had answered his prayer as two pitch black dragons flew down and looked down to the h/c haired boy. Y/n's e/c eyes gleamed with excitement as he quickly got onto the e/c eyed night fury. The three of them flew up into the blue sky, Y/n grinning wide. The two dragons opened their mouths to shoot into the air, causing Y/n to giggle and kick his legs.

One of the shots was right in front of Y/n, and he screamed out in excitement as his face was covered in smoke and his hair slicked back. Y/n leaned his body down onto the dragon he was riding as he stroked his head. The other night fury made jealous grumbles as he flew right below the other. Y/n smiled at him and walked off the e/c eyed night fury, slipping down its wing to be caught by the green-eyed night fury. Y/n hugged the dragon, feeling so content at the moment.

“I love you guys so much. I promise I won't let anything bad happen to you.”

Y/n then roared out into the sky as it rumbled through the wind. The roar sounded like a dragon, as others roared in response. Many other dragons had flocked around the night furies and Y/n commanded them forward just as a king did to his subjects. They all followed as the green-eyed night fury took the lead, with Y/n still riding him, guiding them to a pool of fish. Y/n pointed down at the pool, causing all the dragons around to dive and catch their food.

“Everyone go eat! And save some for the other's back home!”

All the dragons growled in agreement as they all caught various amounts of fish. Y/n then instructed the night fury to fly down with the other dragons as Y/n collected as much fish as he could. Once the fish in the ocean were gone, Y/n had everyone fly back to the nest to feed the others. On the way Y/n snacked on one of the many raw fish he caught, sharing some pieces between the two night furies. The night furies dropped him off in front of the nest as he walked in with a deadly nadder.

He was so excited to share what he got with his huge dragon family. Y/n walked deeper into the icy nest, and to get all the dragon's attention he did his dragon call. It echoed throughout the whole nest, as all the dragons turned their attention to the small boy. Some dragons flew down to crowd Y/n, curious to what he had brought. Y/n jumped up and down in excitement, even if this was a daily thing.

“Time to eat! I brought everyone food!”

Y/n held up the fish he got and threw all the others to the expecting dragons. They all roared in delight, thanking the small boy for the food as he went to where the baby dragons were flying. He loved watching how carefree they were, even if they could be annoying sometimes. The baby dragons had found Y/n and started to pull him to their small nest. The parent dragon that was taking care of them today tried to pull the babies off of Y/n, but he insisted it was fine.

This was a daily occurrence, and Y/n loved feeling wanted by the babies. They only ever listened to him, as did all dragons, but the babies were a special case because they listen to no one. Y/n sat down in the nest with a baby Hideous Zippleback sitting in his lap. The other babies tried to push and shove the baby dragon, but Y/n held his hand up to stop them. The other babies stopped as the Zippleback cuddled into Y/n's small lap.

“You will all get your turns little ones, just a bit of patience.”

Y/n then started to pet and preen the Zippleback as its two heads caused small sparks of happiness. Y/n loved when the dragons had a small fiery reaction to him just being there. It was much how the night furies were when Y/n rode them in the sky. Y/n giggled as some sparks caught onto his hair, panicking the overseeing dragon. A big dragon paw hit Y/n’s face as the overseeing dragon pat out the small fire that started on Y/n’s h/c hair.

As Y/n helped clean the Zippleback, a baby monstrous nightmare and snuggled up to Y/n’s side. The other baby dragons saw this and all piled Y/n, causing him to fall back to the ground. Y/n was slightly suffocated by all the weight on his chest, making the overseeing dragon panic once more. Y/n was flailing in the pile, trying to breathe while the overseeing dragon pulled the babies off. The babies started to whine as they tried to get back onto Y/n, only to be stopped by the overseeing dragon. 

Y/n couldn’t help but burst out laughing at how needy the baby dragons were. The overseeing dragon bumped into Y/n’s back, making sure he was okay. He slung the dragon’s head over his shoulder and started to stroke its nose in hopes of calming it down. The baby dragons all flew away to go do whatever the gods know what, and Y/n’s waist had been trapped by the overseeing dragon’s tail. 

Y/n leaned into the overseeing dragon as one of its wings were draped over Y/n's lap. Y/n marveled at all the dragons that flew around the nest seeing how happy they looked. He closed his eyes with a soft smile, leaning deeper into the dragon that was cuddling him. The same zippleback Y/n was cleaning had placed itself back onto Y/n’s lap and fell asleep. Many of the other baby dragons had done the same, creating a cuddle pile.

This was the routine Y/n had lived by for ten full years, and he couldn't complain. There was this itch in his brain that he couldn't ignore, however. The other dragons had noticed the way Y/n looked at himself in the reflection in the water, and the majority conclusion to help was to steal books and items from the ships they looted. On usual raids, Y/n would only ever ask the dragons to steal food and help the other dragons that were trapped. On these raids, Y/n never went as the dragons claimed them to be too dangerous for him to join, but it was all because they wanted to bring these books and items back as presents.

Y/n had read through each and every book he had ever received from the dragons. Over the next five years he had memorized each and every page. The information felt so new to him, this was the other half of who he was. A viking brain and a dragon heart, both making him tough through and through. One book scared him though, the dragon killing book.

He knew that vikings had killed dragons, but he never wanted to admit it. He wanted to believe his dragon friends were safe from harm. But out in the open world, Y/n could only do so much. Y/n had wandered out of the nest and onto one of the rock formations connected to it, watching the dragons fly away to do whatever they wanted. Y/n then stumbled as he felt a gronkle nudge him closer to the edge.

Y/n started to panic the closer he got to the edge of the water, not wanting to get wet. Y/n heard the frenzy of dragons flying above him, a boat being pushed closer to Y/n. The boy was left confused as he looked at each and every dragon. A monstrous nightmare had brought Y/n his books and tossed them into the boat, pulling Y/n into it soon after. Y/n stood at the edge of the boat as all the dragons of the nest flew out and stood around the boy. 

“What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

The dragons all roared out in response, a low flame from their mouths lit up the area. Y/n finally understood what was going on. This was a farewell to Y/n as they all kept roaring. Y/n felt tears drip down his cheek as he was finally able to go out and explore. Y/n started to push the boat as he waved to the dragons. 

He couldn’t help but cry as he was leaving his home, his family. Y/n started to sail slowly away, but his boat started to rock slightly. He looked over the edge of the boat to see scauldrons helping him push his boat along. His tears dripped into the water as one scauldron rose its head out of the water to lick Y/n and gently squirt semi warm water on his face. Y/n giggled as his tears mixed with the salty seawater. 

Y/n had sailed like this for a month, before the scauldrons had to leave to find food elsewhere. Y/n understood and waved them off, as he was now alone. His boat floated in the sea, in no particular direction. All Y/n had were his books, so he decided to reread them over and over. Sometimes he would pass other viking’s ships and hear them singing, intriguing Y/n. 

He picked them up and would hum these sea songs to himself whenever he got bored with the books he read. He sailed for about two months, or what seemed like it because Y/n had no sense of time. It was dark as the moon reflected the moonlight. Y/n was laying on the boat’s floor as he slept soundly. Y/n’s boat suddenly crashed into a nearby rock formation, destroying the front of the boat and making it sink. 

The sound of crashing had alerted the chief of the island Y/n had crashed on. He ran toward the location and saw the boy almost being consumed by water, his books completely drowned and surrounding the boy. The chief dove into the icy water and brought the small boy to the shore. He called a few men to save the books while he pulled the small boy out of the water. Y/n yawned as he stretched his small arms and looked at the man holding him with his e/c eyes. 

The chief looked at the boy with a raised eyebrow, curious as to how such a small child sailed here all by himself. It concerned the muscular man, and the others that had now surrounded the chief. The chief’s wife ran up and saw the boy he was holding, taken aback that such a young boy had crashed into Berk. Y/n looked to the chief and then to the woman that had stood right next to him. He had seemingly no concern for almost drowning. 

“Where am I? And who are you all?”

The chief sighed in relief and put the small boy down on the floor as he stood by himself. The group of people were amazed by the boy surviving in the frigid water after crashing. The chief’s wife knelt down and checked the boy for any wounds, as if she was his own mother. One of the chief’s greatest friends that had a peg leg and a hooked hand joined the group to see the boy. The chief knelt down next to his wife and put his large hand on the boy's small shoulder.

“You are on the island of Berk. And where might you have sailed from?”

Y/n thinks for a moment to try to think of a place to say, but he can’t think of any. Y/n looks up at the chief, messing with the hem of his shirt. The chief had tilted his head in curiosity, trying to make sense of the boy’s actions of trying to self soothe. The chief’s wife kept her hands tenderly on the boy’s cheeks and looked at him with gentle eyes. Y/n felt an odd sense of comfort here.

“I do not know where I came from. I just sailed from the open ocean until I crashed onto this island.”

The group that surrounded the boy started to murmur themselves in whispers they thought Y/n couldn’t hear. Y/n looked around the group with curious, childlike eyes that could melt any soul into a puddle. But those very eyes held that of a dragon's. The chief's wife saw it in the boy, the soul he had and she was enthralled. The chief had a questioning look on his face, trying to find any reason why a young boy like the one in front of him would have sailed all the way out here on his own.

"I see. Well, I am Stoick the Vast. You have landed on Berk."

From that point on Y/n became apart of Stoick’s family. He was treated as just another Berkian by everyone else, even though his view on dragon hunting was different. Time went on, and Y/n became incredibly close with the village’s smith, Gobber. The two were a colorful duo, Y/n indulging in Gobber’s stories and Gobber teaching Y/n about dragon history as well as inventing. 

Stoick found the pair to be quite troublesome, but found it endearing nonetheless. Stoicks’ wife loved Y/n as if he were one of his own. She saw eye to eye with y/n about not wanting to hurt dragons and seeing no reason for it. Y/n was seemingly able to win everyone over.

After three years, people began to notice the lack of Y/n aging physically. Many tried to ask the boy, but he always managed to dodge the question. It always made Y/n really uncomfortable whenever he was asked. He just found his new family, there wasn’t anything that would pull him away from it.

It unsettled the chief, but Y/n never seemed to be affected when eating the raw fish so he tried to keep his worries low. In his mind the child was odd no doubt, but having Y/n with him for so long Stoick got attached. Stoick then decided to make it a rule for the village to never question Y/n’s habits or lack of aging.

Stoick had noticed Y/n’s uncomfortable feelings around the questions pertaining to his lack of physical aging, but there were more things he had noticed about the boy. Whenever Y/n would eat, his teeth would show, and they seemed sharper than normal. Not only that but Y/n only seemed to have a craving for fish, raw.

Over the three years of staying in Berk, Y/n tried his hardest to convince people not to hurt the dragons. It happened so often, the other vikings started to think Y/n was crazy. No one said that to his face though out of fear of Stoick’s wrath. Stoick tried to explain the reason for hunting dragons over and over but Y/n never accepted those reasons.

Things changed however, when the chief had a son. His birth son who was named Hiccup. Y/n was excited because not only was it someone who he could connect with at his age, but another person to his found family. Hiccup also changed Y/n because as soon as he was born, Y/n started to age physically.

The two boys grew up together, Y/n teaching Hiccup about the world and following Stoick everywhere to learn about the history of Berk. Hiccup found a passion with dragons, watching them from afar and seeing his father hunt them. Y/n noticed this affinity and decided to nurture it.

Y/n told Hiccup all that he knew about dragons, even things that other vikings never knew. Many considered the information to be made up or embellished, but it had Hiccup hooked. The two explored and did everything together. Y/n metaphorically attached himself to Hiccup, going everywhere Hiccup went.

As the two aged, both were considered weird and different. Albeit for different reasons, but they were reasons nonetheless. It was another thing the two boys connected over. Being outcasted by the village and having differences that others didn’t agree with.

When Hiccup was busy, Y/n found himself at the forge. Y/n’s other friend was Gobber. He loved helping him with inventions and weapon building. It became a pastime for the two to create new weapons and learn how to improve old ones. Gobber was another best friend to Y/n.

The closer Y/n got with Gobber, the more the urge to tell him about his past grew stronger. Gobber seemed to notice Y/n’s hesitance around him and the little slip ups when Y/n spoke to him. Eventually, Gobber decided to question the boy’s behavior. Both were in the forgery, working on weapons for the village.

“Mind telling me what all this talk of living with dragons means?”

Y/n immediately dropped the weapons he was working on, onto the floor. Fear crept up into his heart and he looked utterly dumbfounded. How did Gobber find out? Well to Y/n’s obliviousness, it was Y/n’s own fault.

Y/n turned around slowly, but kept his head down. Gobber raised an eyebrow at the boy’s behavior, but kept his silence. He wanted to hear the full story, he wanted to know about the boy’s past. It felt only right to Gobber that he knew based off how long Y/n’s been around him. Y/n took a deep breath and decided this was the time.

“It means how it sounds. Before I crashed onto Berk, I lived with dragons. I was raised by them. They taught me how to fish and survive. But then I left and well you know the rest after that…”

There was an uncomfortable silence between the two. It was only interrupted when Y/n went back to the weapons he dropped. The clanking of the weapons being placed on the table sounded more deafening as Y/n waited for a response from Gobber. Y/n’s mind raced with all the terrible what if scenarios.

“Well that's certainly on par with my dragon stories, wouldn’t you think?”

“Huh?”

That wasn’t a response Y/n was expecting at all. Sure, Gobber had his own tales of adventuring and such, but comparing it to Y/n’s was something the boy didn’t quite understand. Gobber only laughed at Y/n’s confusion and proceeded to tell him stories of how he lost his leg and hand. This ended up taking half the day and no new weapons were made.

The forgery were full of shared anecdotes and laughs. Y/n felt safer than he did before with Gobber knowing his secret. One thing that still plagued Y/n’s mind though was if Gobber was going to tell Stoick. Gobber noticed Y/n’s shift in mood once more.

“What’s on your mind, kiddo.”

Y/n stiffened once more, caught off guard with how perceptive Gobber was. It honestly astounded Y/n that he was, but he also remembered how close Gobber was to Stoick and all the battles the two fought with each other.

“You’re not going to tell Stoick are you?”

“Tell Stoick what, exactly?”

“My past… What I had shared with you.. Can you please not tell Stoick?”

Gobber had nodded, understanding Y/n’s unease with the chief knowing Y/n’s true past and who he really was. Albeit his past did explain Y/n’s strange behaviors and his defense for dragons, but Berk’s chief is one who is not as open-minded. After that, the two went back to chatting and just sharing stories once more.

Over the years, Y/n grew up in this new world as a viking. Learning and training, but not to hurt dragons. No, but to defend them and his found family from them. Y/n would convince Stoick to have Hiccup help with Gobber in the forge, much to Stoick’s dismay and concern. Hiccup would learn how to invent things with Y/n always by his side.

Y/n’s new home was not ready for Y/n, however. The gods seemingly having different plans for the boy. One faithful night would prove that Y/n’s two worlds of vikings and dragons would converge. Be it for better or for worse.

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Here's the blue eye samurai fic teaser for chapter one because i said so. (Also because of the poll.)

WARNING: Chapter contains mentions of the following.

Prostitution, graphic violence, suicide and sexual themes. Reader discretion advised.

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Rain poured down the dark, stormy sky creating an intense atmosphere. Two boys were running, water cascading down their features as they tried to get away from the children that relentlessly hurt them. They were only hurt because they were different. No one saw them as human. 

Both the boys wore white origami glasses to try to cover their faces, but it didn’t work. The boy with black hair held the other boy’s hand, leading him to hide behind a building. Both were unaware of the footprints they made in the mud, but they had no time to care. The black haired boy pulled the other down to crouch next to him, and held him close as if to protect him. 

The other boy, who had h/c hair, clung to the top part of the black haired boy’s blue kimono. The h/c haired boy whipped his head to where they had both come from to hide, listening in for any footsteps. He pulled the black haired boy up when he heard the children coming for them. The two ran once more, not looking back. 

They continued to run, passing through a forest path and the children getting closer to them. The black haired boy looked back slightly, but the h/c boy stopped running and stumbled slightly. The two had reached a cliffside. At the end of that cliffside was a relentless sea, waves crashing that could tear anyone apart if they were to fall in. 

The two stared out to the sea horizon, hand in hand until the leader of the children spoke. The h/c boy hid behind the black haired boy as they both turned around. 

“You wanna go?”

The group of kids got closer, and the boy with a hair bun continued to speak. The h/c haired boy closed his eyes, not wanting to face the children and the black haired boy held him close. 

“Go ahead.”

The boy with the hair bun’s mouth turned into a smirk, showing his teeth. The boy with h/c hair let out a shuttered breath, trying to plan something to get him and his friend out of this mess. 

“Just jump.”

With that the children took a step closer, causing the black haired boy and the h/c haired boy to take a step back. They both glanced back down to the roaring sea, contemplating the height if they were to fall. The boy with h/c hair kept his gaze down at the sea, while the black haired boy pushed his paper glasses up his face. He gently squeezed the h/c boy’s hand, assuring him that everything will be okay. Another one of the children spoke, holding out his wooden katana. 

“You think you can fight us?”

The h/c haired boy perked up when the child said this. Fight? The h/c boy looked to his friend. Those blue eyes that he could barely see were stained with a protective glow. He was doing this for him, and all the h/c boy was doing was cowering in fear. 

This was not the same boy that wandered far and wide just to find the blue-eyed boy in Kohama. This was not the same boy who lived in a brothel for the first five years of his life. He needed to change that, right now. So before the kid with the wooden katana spoke again, the h/c boy turned to face the children and their smug faces which fueled the growing rage in his heart.

“Two orphans?”

The boy with h/c hair widened his eyes behind the paper classes. That cruel reminder. The boy with the hair bun took this as his cue to walk up to the two of them.

“I know what you both are.” 

The both of them were seemingly confused by this statement. What was meant by that? What insult would they have to endure? The boy with the hair bun turned his head slightly, referring to the boy with black hair.

“Your whore mother killed herself because your father is a white devil.”

 The boy with the hair bun then turned his head to the h/c haired boy who was still hiding behind the black haired boy. He watched the leader get closer. 

“And you. You ran away because your father is no different, a devil from another land.”

The children behind the lead boy all laughed. The h/c haired boy gripped the black haired boy’s kimono tighter, being reminded of his cruel past. The black haired boy clenched his fists, and lunged at the group. The h/c haired boy’s eyes widened at the sudden action of his friend. 

The black haired boy had tackled the boy with the bun in his hair to the muddy floor. The h/c haired boy panicked, not sure if he should intervene or not. The black haired boy was then picked up and tossed into one of the other kid’s arms being redacted of movement. The boy with h/c hair finally made up his mind and punched the boy with the wooden katana as they were about to strike his friend. 

He and his black haired friend started to fight back, trying to land a hit or two. It was futile as they were brought to their knees on the muddy floor and punched in the face, their paper glasses falling off their eyes to reveal what they truly were to the group. The two of them sat up from and looked up at the boy with the hair bun, anger filling both. The boy with the hair bun gazed down at both of them with disgust.

“Told you. Round eyes.”

The boy with the hair bun then walked closer, tilting his head slightly to get a better look at the two boys’ eyes. One with blue eyes and the other with e/c eyes.

“Like a dog.”

The children started to chuckle at the statement. The blue-eyed boy scowled and the boy with e/c eyes got closer to his friend. The two kicked the boy with the hair bun in his legs, causing him to fall to the floor next to a rock. Enraged by their actions, the boy with the hair bun picked up the rock he fell next to, holding it over his head as he stood up. 

Both the boy with e/c eyes and the boy with blue eyes stared on in panic. The boy with blue eyes gripped his friend’s s/t hand, preparing for the impact of the rock. A rumbling from the sky stopped everyone’s movements. The children stared at the sky as a blue and e/c light started coming closer. 

It soared overhead and landed not too fair from the group, a mix of blue and e/c dust in the air. There was a trail in the ground, steaming and tinted a blue and e/c color. The children started to disperse, unsure what had happened and the impact startling them. The last to leave was the boy with the hair bun, panting and limping away from the two boys.

The blue-eyed boy got up, taking the hand of the e/c eyed boy and led him behind a rock. He held the e/c eyed boy close as the two coughed. Their bodies ached with bruises from the fight. The two stayed huddled together, the boy with blue eyes protecting his friend that he held in his arms.

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🌊. The Onyro's Demon | Blue Eye Samurai x Male Reader

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Description: The Onryo's Demon | You are Here More about you: More about you Chapter 1: The Demon and the Onyro |TBW Chapter 2: Swords of Blood Covered Harmony | TBW Chapter 3: One-Handed Tea Party | TBW Chapter 4: Madame Kaji? Mother Kaji | TBW Chapter 5: The Birth of a Demon's Rage | TBW Chapter 6: For Whom the Bells Toll | TBW Chapter 7: Rebirth of a Demon's Purity | TBW Chapter 8: The Man must Burn | TBW

There was a boy born from one of the four foreigners that had set foot into Edo Japan, but what he didn't know that there was a fifth man amongst them. That man was but a servant to the white man that had brought with them to help with their illegal trades. Impregnating one of the whores in Madame Kaji's tea house, the man gave birth to an E/c eyed demon. Those eyes rivaled that of the Onryo that he sought out to befriend. When he was 5, the demon wandered into Yokohama, searching for the rumored boy that had eyes just like him. The two had worked as swordsmith apprentices, becoming that of family with each other. A demon and an onyro, a bloodthirsty duo that only had one thing they wanted to fulfill in life… Kill the 5 foreigners that had brought them into existence.

WARNING: -Sexual Assault, Murder, Weapons, Death, Suicide, Gore, Abuse, Sexual Themes, Rascism, Homophobia, Dismemberment, Will add more if needed

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Guess who's playing Honkai star rail on their new ps5

Meee

Edit: Not honkai autocorrecting to Hokkaido

BBG CAME HOME AT 36 OR SO PITY!

He knew I was having a bad day and a rough time in the game so he came to help me!

Sadly I don't have the level up materials for himmmm

So I think I have series that I get in the mood for based off the season, like my fanfic.

Example: Spring- twisted wonderland, Ouran High school host club, Blue eye Samurai, Genshin, Honkai Star Rail

Summer- Twisted Wonderland, HTTYD, Demon Slayer, Genshin, Haikyuu

Autum- Tokyo Revengers, HTTYD, Blue Eye Samurai, Demon Slayer, Haikyuu

Winter- Demon Slayer, Honkai Star Rail