Savage Kill – I'm not telling about capturing a character (that too, but less) only about how the lemon itself is written xDD

Yuka Tsukino – he may be the main character, but characters like King, Ban or Athur are (much) more popular than him. I'm rather neutral for him, pouring all my love to Hendy, Drey, Arthie and Escanor.

TailGatomonX3 – requests are closed. Since its first mistake of people on , I'll let it go with just a warning now, but you all better watch out – I've already made a blacklist for people that don't follow the rules on wattpad. And requests closed means that you don't request – if I'd take those requests 'for later' what would be the point of me closing them? (Although I'd love to do this one, rules are rules and must be followed by their creator, too) But it's fine if you're story ninja, although a bit sad, because it's one opinion less each time : (Lil' word of advice: you don't apologize to mentally damaged children).

Ronjis200000 – First of all, requests are closed. Second of all – it's READER x NnT, not OC, for God's sake. And I don't need storyline or too much personality description, because I'm going to do it my way anyway.

reen331 – I'm person of short supply of patience and rude temperament. And what have English counties to that? I've noticed that, actually it is English people that usually make most mistakes with rules than other country people. I'm not English, but somehow I can follow the rules. But thank you for your opinion :

Sorry for long pause and short story, That's what happens when school is too much. I'm making characters faint way too often, don't you think? And good news: two more ficks and I'm re-opening requests. Stay tuned!

Story info:

Characters: Ban

Reader: Half-dragon, female, travelling warrior

World: Arthurian Era Britannia (Original NnT World)

Warnings: Descriptions of violence, AU

Being different, unique sure made you special in more ways than regular person. But was being special good? With all you knew, you could honestly say it wasn't, at all.

Your scales protected you, but to some extent and against some blades they stood no chance, not to mention hammers or maces. Your eyes did nothing but looked creepy and all you could do with your fire breath was to cough it on someone's hair. Your legs were strong, but mutation uneven and balancing sometimes proved to be real challenge, especially with your tail – thick, scaled tail that served no purpose, because mother nature stinted you the wings that would pair with it. Your face was flattened, somehow lizard-like and you definitely did not make a good impression among people, with your only slightly feminine figure and height above average male.

Monster, brainless creature, they had called you when they thought you can't hear them. Monster that shouldn't even exist. Sometimes you even wondered why your dragon mother did not kill you like she killed your human father you never met. But she didn't. Instead she raised you to age she thought adequate and left without a word, and you never heard of her since. It was dragon custom, that father only impregnated eggs and then mother raised child until she decided it's grown up enough. You were left a whole century sooner than usual because of your mixed blood.

Your being different did not help you at all when you stumbled upon bandits in forest just outside some village that's name you didn't bother to remember. That was when your scales proven to be really useless for the first time. Because they did no wield swords, no – they wielded hammers and maces. And you knew you were in big trouble.

Those were foggy memories, but you remembered that something hit your leg with force enough to destroy your hard, dragon bones and then hit your head, and you thought you heard your skull crack. Or maybe that wasn't even your imagination? Each next hit was distant, like it was someone else hurting, not you, and you hadn't really felt it. You heard their screams like you were underwater, but there was humming of blood in your ears. And the world was spinning. And then it was black.

Some of your senses return, and you feel like someone or something carries you. It hurts, every move, cathedral bells ring in your ears as you start feeling sick and weak.

But nothing happens, this something or someone still carries you and you fade to black again.

Next time you awoke, you could see more clearly, and feel more clearly. You felt something tight and cold on your forehead, something stiff on your limbs, and you reeked of herbs and healing magic, that you could feel perfectly with your almost completely dimmed senses. You could also feel presence by you side, so you turned your head, which was a great effort now, to see. And you saw mass of red and blue on top that, as seconds went by, clarified to more or less human shape.

"Oi, you're awake~" the mass said with low, male, raspy voice. You winced, because your brained decided it was a tone too loud and ignited a pounding in your head. You felt like on a very bad hangover. "I get you something to drink~" the mass said, this time just above whisper, and stood up tall, walking away, leaving you alone in the room. You took fewer raspy, deep breaths only to notice that your ribs were broken, too, most likely damaging your lungs which were repaired with magic. You were dragon halfbreed, and you could feel magic's presence still within your body.

The mass of red and blue came back, and your vision, sharper now, it became clearer, more masculine, albeit still blurry. You grunted in pain as you felt yourself being lifted up, and then something cold and liquid that tasted like water going through your throat. Before it did, you had no idea just how dry your throat was.

"Sleep" the man said. "You need to rest, lizard girl~"

You'd bother answering, if you weren't so tired. And you simply obeyed.

It was just unnatural. Or, at least it seemed unnatural to you. The fact that you were not only rescued and nursed back to health, but the fact that no one called you a monster, even behind your back. During your whole stay in boar hat bar – whole two weeks – not a single fuss about you being what you were. Yes, there was Gowther and his tons of, often disturbing, questions. There was Merlin, a mage whose curiosity for 'interesting anomalies' was what made you two practically friends. But it wasn't bad kind of interest they showed you. There were people like King, too, that ignored you most of the time, Diane who envied your 'short height' and Elizabeth who was nice to everyone.

And there was Ban.

Ban was the one who brought you to the boar hat in the first place, after he massacred the thugs hat brought you to the verge of death. The man was thin and tall, taller even than you. And he was childish, and weird. But he was also the one you felt most comfortable around. So comfortable, that you actually got your own space to sit in the kitchen during the day when he worked. And then, you'd go for a walk, and he would go with you. At first to simply assist you while you were still not really able to go far alone, and then it just became routine, like today.

And still, how was it possible for someone to have just so weak head for alcohol?

Today Ban brought some medium-strength ale that name you couldn't recall, and it was your… Fourth mug? Fourth, or fifth. And as much as you barely felt the effect, Ban just laid there, under the tree with his head on your leg, blabbering something in drunken amok. You were glad it wasn't far from the bar – fairy close actually – so it wouldn't be much effort to drag him there, or go and call someone to do it instead.

"Hey, Reader~" Ban blabbered, and you just sighed.

"Yes?"

"Do you like me~?" he asked. You were just about to answer, when he continued: "Because I like you~" he purred, pulling himself up and practically sitting on your lap, closing your upper half in rather tight embrace. And you just sat there, dumbfounded like never before.

You had no idea how you managed to collect bottles and Ban and carry him back to Boar Hat, nor how you managed to het two levels up to lay him in his bed. And you definitely had no idea how you ended up and his pillow, either. It just happened, and you found yourself snuggled up with his thin, long body reeking of alcohol -= much like yourself – under covers that smelled like him. And you would be lying if you said that you hadn't liked it. Bed was small, but warm and comfortable.

And King, for once, didn't have to fight for his precious Chastifol.

"You know, Reader~" Ban muttered into your shoulder. You thought it was once more of his drunken blabber, but he looked at you, and his eyes were serious. "I was serious when I said I like you" he confessed, and then laid his head back on your chest. You only smiled in return.

Because you, too, liked him. The man that treated you as a friend, maybe even as a woman, instead of a monster. And you couldn't help but appreciate that dearly.