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Reminisce

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Simple plot-advancing setup for a long fic on Tumblr. How to Train Your Dragon OC with a Stormcutter named Shovelic, a Triple Stryke named Rose Whip, a Death Song named Jay, and a baby Deathgripper named Spike.

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It was weird, the circumstances leading to this situation. Falling out of that wormhole into such a bizarre place was not your idea of fun. Even less so given that you were thrust into a world where almost everyone had some kind of superpower. Only yourself and the dragons you had been closest to at the time. As far as you knew, that had been the first incident. And while you had been offered proper help, it had a clear cost. 

Training Pro Heros, from the current generation to the newer ones, you could only afford a dragon sanctuary because of the help of a small group of these Pros. It wasn't unreasonable, but at the same time, you weren't so sure it was a good idea to begin with. It was unexpected, but you had gotten close with one of them. Close enough to begin dating, close enough that even your dragons were starting to respect him. 

As you pulled a looser shirt over your head, you thought about how he had first earned your trust. It had been a small thing, hardly one you even thought about anymore. But at the time, it had meant everything. Seeing him make the attempt to calm a rogue dragon on his own had been so intriguing. Especially given how obvious it had been to you that he had fallen for you. This wasn't just doing what you had wanted, it was doing the right thing. 

Somehow, that had made all the difference, even if the dragon itself wasn't all that impressed. You still had to step in to avoid him getting burnt, but knowing he was trying meant so much to you. Though convincing your three big babies was a serious undertaking. 

While none of them would disobey your direct commands, they seemed to squirm too much whenever anyone else got too close, particularly when it was him. You wanted to scold them for it, but it was useless. Dragons were beyond stubborn, and you knew that from years of growing up around them. 

Shovelic poked his massive head in through the window, A soft, deep trill echoing in the room as he tried licking at you. While it wasn't ideal, having a sanctuary in the middle of a large city like this, it did make several things easier on yourself and the job you now held. Barely standing out of reach of Shovelic, you thought back to when you were offered this position.

"[Name], we'd like to offer you a job as a teacher." A small mouse-thing spoke calmly, "Of course, I'd imagine most every Pro Hero Academy would require access to the facility but..."

"A teacher?" You raised an eyebrow, "Teach what?"

"Teach us all how to deal with dragons."

"Deal with?" You turned to the dark-haired man named Eraser, "As in kill?"

"No, not in the slightest!" Squeaked the small principal, "As in wrangling so we can bring them here. Keep them, and the public at large, safe through any means necessary."

"Any means necessary." You muttered aloud as you styled your hair.

That had come to mean one thing, training people to avoid dragons. Teach them what would work to cure burns. Teach them all the little things you had known your whole life, things that came to you as second nature. It was much harder than you thought it would be, especially having to repeat yourself so many times a day just to keep up with everyone coming through the sanctuary. You desperately wanted to close off the sanctuary, because this felt more like a zoo than anything else. But you just couldn't it was too important for everyone that things continue like this. At least until you could all be sent back home. 

And yet, you didn't know if you wanted to go home. You grappled with the reality that this place, this bizarre world where people just had powers of their own felt like home. How this place only felt like home because of him...

Were you finally going soft? Your parents had tried throwing so many others in your direction, and yet it seemed only after you were stranded on your own that you could truly find someone you wanted to be with. That was the only way you could describe this feeling. A bittersweet longing to stay here, though... maybe you wouldn't have to choose. No one had been able to figure out the phenomenon that brought you here in the first place, maybe you wouldn't have to choose...