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Dragon!Danny snippets
I've largely stopped crossposting my fic here, but I'm going to try to make more of an effort to crosspost stuff here from Tumblr (and vice versa, linking more of my DW stuff from Tumblr) so ... I've actually written quite a bit of Iron Fist fanfic, most of which is on AO3, but there was a discussion on the Iron Fist Discord yesterday about an AU in which Danny is an actual dragon, which resulted in me writing a number of snippets of it, posted here on Tumblr (and under the cut).
This is set in kind of a nebulous post-Defenders/IF-S2-ish timeframe, but isn't spoilery for anything in particular.
It also made me think about how Defenders would've gone if Danny could turn into a dragon, which for one thing would've made it much harder for anyone to get the drop on him let alone tie him to a chair, but I was also thinking what the Hand might've wanted him for would be far more dire - riffing off the dragon-bones thing in canon, what if they wanted him to obtain immortality from the physical properties of his dragon body? Basically they want to capture and vivisect him. D: (There's nothing like that under the cut. This is pure fluff.)
"No," Luke said flatly. "No."
"I told you I turn into a dragon." It was Danny's voice, but deeper, coming from somewhere above Matt's head.
"Yeah, but I thought that was ... you know! A metaphor!"
"What's metaphorical about turning into a dragon?" Danny sounded honestly baffled. And ... overhead. And large.
Matt pulled off a glove and cautiously reached out a hand. He wasn't sure how to deal with what his heightened senses were telling him, which was that there was something huge, and very warm, where Danny had been.
His fingertips brushed scales -- living, moving scales. Warm scales. He'd held a snake once, as part of a school science project, but this wasn't like that. It felt as if Danny, or whatever Danny had become, had been lying in a sunbeam, even though it was the middle of the night.
"Dude," Luke said. "Are you petting him."
"It's okay, Matt," Danny said. Something brushed the top of Matt's head, and he jerked and reached up quickly to feel what was -- yes ... there was no way around it ... the snout of some enormous creature. "You can touch me as much as you need to. I don't mind."
Jessica had been silent throughout all of this. Finally she said, "There is not enough alcohol in the world for this day."
*
Colleen loved snuggling with Danny as a dragon. Obviously human Danny had plenty of his own charms, but he was so warm as a dragon, like a furnace, and she loved the way he liked to tuck a green and gold wing over her. She wasn't quite prepared to admit how much she liked that safe feeling, wrapped up in Danny's wings ... but she really liked it.
But mostly she liked warming her feet on him.
"What am I, your personal hot water bottle?" Danny asked, lazily cracking a green eye open. The tip of his tail twitched. He was sprawled all over the interior of the dojo while Colleen sat on the floor with her back leaning against him, a laptop on the floor in front of her, and her feet tucked underneath a coil of Danny's tail.
"Yes," she said, patting his scales.
"Damn right," Danny said, and closed his eyes again.
*
"So I found that picture I mentioned the other day," Ward said, reaching inside his jacket. He placed a photo on the countertop in the refurbished dojo. "I figured it was probably still in Joy's stuff somewhere."
Danny snatched it up, and laughed. "Colleen! Come look!"
"What is it?" Colleen asked, turning around with a half-poured cup of tea in hand.
"It's a baby picture of me," Danny said, holding it out in her direction.
"I've seen pictures of you as a kid," she began, and then said, "Oh, my god."
The photo was a Polaroid, faded by time and slightly blurred. Colleen assumed the boy in the photo was the child version of Ward, consisting mostly of knees and elbows and a thundercloud scowl; she guessed he was about nine or ten. There was a tiny green and gold dragon, about as big as a large cat, curled around his neck with one clawed forefoot tangled in his hair and its tail wrapped around his neck.
Ten-year-old Ward looked intensely annoyed about this.
On the other hand, Danny as a baby dragon was cuter than she would have believed possible. She suddenly wanted twelve.
Ward leaned an elbow on the counter to look at it. "We weren't allowed to take pictures of you as a dragon, but Joy got a Polaroid for her birthday, and, well. We went a little nuts with it."
"I totally forgot that I used to sit on your shoulder all the time." Danny grinned over the top of Colleen's head at Ward. "You hated it."
"Of course I hated it. You set my hair on fire!"
"That was one time --"
"And I don't even know how many times you bit my ear."
"By accident," Danny said. "... Mostly."
"I gotta say, it was a little startling to have you go from ..." Ward held a hand about two feet off the ground. "... about yea big the last time I saw you, to the size of a city bus when you came back. At least you're too big to sit on my shoulder now."
"Oh really?" Danny said, withdrawing from Colleen's immediate personal space.
"Danny, no!" Colleen exclaimed, as there was the sudden blast of hot wind that marked Danny's transformations, and suddenly the dojo was full of scaly coils of Danny. She teetered at the sudden appearance of a tail under her feet, but managed to keep hold of the photo and not spill her tea. They had few breakable objects left by this point, at least nothing that was sitting in easy reach of an unexpected transformation, but there was the sound of a table tipping over and a few books hitting the floor.
Danny laid his large, scaly head on Ward's shoulder. Ward's look of alarm turned to an expression of annoyance that perfectly mirrored the one in the photo.
"Get off."
"Make me," Danny said cheerfully, and leaned on him -- not the entire dragon, just the neck and shoulders part, and Colleen could tell he wasn't leaning hard, but Ward staggered sideways and had to catch himself on the counter.
"You're like a Great Dane that thinks it's a lapdog. Go. Get off. Sit. Colleen!"
Colleen helpfully took a picture with her phone, and texted it to Claire.
"Not what I meant," Ward said, scowling harder. Danny rested a claw-tipped wing on Ward's other shoulder and looked smug. Ward tried to edge away sideways, but fenced in by Danny on both sides, he couldn't move. "You're enjoying being bigger than I am, aren't you?"
"More than you would believe," Danny said.
This is set in kind of a nebulous post-Defenders/IF-S2-ish timeframe, but isn't spoilery for anything in particular.
It also made me think about how Defenders would've gone if Danny could turn into a dragon, which for one thing would've made it much harder for anyone to get the drop on him let alone tie him to a chair, but I was also thinking what the Hand might've wanted him for would be far more dire - riffing off the dragon-bones thing in canon, what if they wanted him to obtain immortality from the physical properties of his dragon body? Basically they want to capture and vivisect him. D: (There's nothing like that under the cut. This is pure fluff.)
"No," Luke said flatly. "No."
"I told you I turn into a dragon." It was Danny's voice, but deeper, coming from somewhere above Matt's head.
"Yeah, but I thought that was ... you know! A metaphor!"
"What's metaphorical about turning into a dragon?" Danny sounded honestly baffled. And ... overhead. And large.
Matt pulled off a glove and cautiously reached out a hand. He wasn't sure how to deal with what his heightened senses were telling him, which was that there was something huge, and very warm, where Danny had been.
His fingertips brushed scales -- living, moving scales. Warm scales. He'd held a snake once, as part of a school science project, but this wasn't like that. It felt as if Danny, or whatever Danny had become, had been lying in a sunbeam, even though it was the middle of the night.
"Dude," Luke said. "Are you petting him."
"It's okay, Matt," Danny said. Something brushed the top of Matt's head, and he jerked and reached up quickly to feel what was -- yes ... there was no way around it ... the snout of some enormous creature. "You can touch me as much as you need to. I don't mind."
Jessica had been silent throughout all of this. Finally she said, "There is not enough alcohol in the world for this day."
*
Colleen loved snuggling with Danny as a dragon. Obviously human Danny had plenty of his own charms, but he was so warm as a dragon, like a furnace, and she loved the way he liked to tuck a green and gold wing over her. She wasn't quite prepared to admit how much she liked that safe feeling, wrapped up in Danny's wings ... but she really liked it.
But mostly she liked warming her feet on him.
"What am I, your personal hot water bottle?" Danny asked, lazily cracking a green eye open. The tip of his tail twitched. He was sprawled all over the interior of the dojo while Colleen sat on the floor with her back leaning against him, a laptop on the floor in front of her, and her feet tucked underneath a coil of Danny's tail.
"Yes," she said, patting his scales.
"Damn right," Danny said, and closed his eyes again.
*
"So I found that picture I mentioned the other day," Ward said, reaching inside his jacket. He placed a photo on the countertop in the refurbished dojo. "I figured it was probably still in Joy's stuff somewhere."
Danny snatched it up, and laughed. "Colleen! Come look!"
"What is it?" Colleen asked, turning around with a half-poured cup of tea in hand.
"It's a baby picture of me," Danny said, holding it out in her direction.
"I've seen pictures of you as a kid," she began, and then said, "Oh, my god."
The photo was a Polaroid, faded by time and slightly blurred. Colleen assumed the boy in the photo was the child version of Ward, consisting mostly of knees and elbows and a thundercloud scowl; she guessed he was about nine or ten. There was a tiny green and gold dragon, about as big as a large cat, curled around his neck with one clawed forefoot tangled in his hair and its tail wrapped around his neck.
Ten-year-old Ward looked intensely annoyed about this.
On the other hand, Danny as a baby dragon was cuter than she would have believed possible. She suddenly wanted twelve.
Ward leaned an elbow on the counter to look at it. "We weren't allowed to take pictures of you as a dragon, but Joy got a Polaroid for her birthday, and, well. We went a little nuts with it."
"I totally forgot that I used to sit on your shoulder all the time." Danny grinned over the top of Colleen's head at Ward. "You hated it."
"Of course I hated it. You set my hair on fire!"
"That was one time --"
"And I don't even know how many times you bit my ear."
"By accident," Danny said. "... Mostly."
"I gotta say, it was a little startling to have you go from ..." Ward held a hand about two feet off the ground. "... about yea big the last time I saw you, to the size of a city bus when you came back. At least you're too big to sit on my shoulder now."
"Oh really?" Danny said, withdrawing from Colleen's immediate personal space.
"Danny, no!" Colleen exclaimed, as there was the sudden blast of hot wind that marked Danny's transformations, and suddenly the dojo was full of scaly coils of Danny. She teetered at the sudden appearance of a tail under her feet, but managed to keep hold of the photo and not spill her tea. They had few breakable objects left by this point, at least nothing that was sitting in easy reach of an unexpected transformation, but there was the sound of a table tipping over and a few books hitting the floor.
Danny laid his large, scaly head on Ward's shoulder. Ward's look of alarm turned to an expression of annoyance that perfectly mirrored the one in the photo.
"Get off."
"Make me," Danny said cheerfully, and leaned on him -- not the entire dragon, just the neck and shoulders part, and Colleen could tell he wasn't leaning hard, but Ward staggered sideways and had to catch himself on the counter.
"You're like a Great Dane that thinks it's a lapdog. Go. Get off. Sit. Colleen!"
Colleen helpfully took a picture with her phone, and texted it to Claire.
"Not what I meant," Ward said, scowling harder. Danny rested a claw-tipped wing on Ward's other shoulder and looked smug. Ward tried to edge away sideways, but fenced in by Danny on both sides, he couldn't move. "You're enjoying being bigger than I am, aren't you?"
"More than you would believe," Danny said.
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This is very Ward to say and Danny to do :D
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How much of their married life -- let me dream okay -- do you think Collen will spend saying that.
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<3 <3 <3
Thank you!
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Lol of course he did. All these images are gold.
Can I ask for details about the Iron Fist discord, if that's not a secret? Trying to investigate that platform.
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The invite to the discord is being passed around publicly on Tumblr, so I can't see any harm in linking to it. Here's the post with the deets and the invite: http://laylainalaska.tumblr.com/post/180903248729/ironfistweek-janiedean-well-there-was
You get to pick teams, LOL. I'm on Team Ward. XD (There is absolutely no benefit to being on a team except just for fun.)
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