oh empire god of mankind abyss/mike/sam/sammy/angel/ire May I ask you to make a longan dragon x reader please
Longan Dragon Cookie x Reader.
The grand dragon remained at the top of the world, the strongest of their kind and could strike caution in even the ancient Millennial tree. Any who met their glare was turned to stone, any who were weak were unfit to live. They’ve killed many of their own kind who tried to rival them in the days of old, the golden days, where dragons roamed the land on mass. All dragons feared them, and they feared no one. Aside from their siblings all were below them, none could match them.
Every Cookie that infected this world was worthless, pathetic, weak, they killed off the remainders of their kind. Even young dragonlings…eggs, they deserve no mercy from them. Every single one must be destroyed, for the sake of the remaining dragons.
But then…they came to a slight roadblock in that notion, and that was the weak one resting on their lap this very moment. Here you sit upon them…a cookie.
Honestly despite what their stoic features may say, internally they were a mess of emotions they refused to show. When your village was attacked you still fought back despite how little you could do. It was amusing in a sense, seeing your futile attempts to protect the rest of your sorry species in that festering nest. But you still tried, even when limbs were turned to stone you still tried. It intrigued the lord enough to have your statue form retrieved and turned back to normal under their supervision.
“Just what makes you so special weak one?” They questioned.
“I don’t know…” You replied, you were…angry…scared…but some semblance of gratefulness you were turned to normal.
You didn’t know, and for the first time they didn’t know either. They felt…angry at themselves, now they’re the ones betraying their own kind by sparing you? But at the same time, you felt different to them…you felt pure compared to the rest of your kind. To them being a dragon would suit you much better than a little cookie. However…you were quite adorable the way you are now, small compared to them as they held you close.
They knew you didn’t love them; they knew you didn’t hold these same feelings that were currently tearing their mind and rationality asunder.
But that alone made them determined to get your opinion of them changed, they wanted YOU as their mate. They had to do this carefully as it’ll only drive you away further if it’s not perfect. What could they gift you? They have plenty of treasures and wonders to spare, cookies can even become amazed at the simple sight of an overly beautiful flower. They could give you many things within the palace, have you served hand and foot with a comfortable life. Keep you away from the chaos they’re trying to correct.
“Why are you doing this?” You asked.
“Hm? What do you mean weak one?” Their tone held no aggression.
“Why are you trying to destroy all of my kind? What did we ever do to you?” You finished.
“Simple, your kind is weak and don’t deserve to survive in a world made for dragons.”
Your eyes sparked with an odd emotion “If that’s the only reason…why am I still alive? If we’re all weak then why not kill me too?”
“Give me the full reason, more than ‘we’re all weak’. If I’m somehow so special to you then you can at least give me the courtesy of the full truth.” The stood your ground on this.
Longan eyed you, that was very bold of you to speak to them like that. You completely lost any fear you had for that moment, but they could feel it start to grow back the longer they stared at you. The Dragon Lord weighed the options in their head before a sigh escaped their lips.
“Very well, I’ll shall inform you of your kinds actions but I shall start with a question. Why do you think there are so little of my kind left?”
You opened your mouth before closing it as you didn’t have an answer. Longan waited a few seconds before continuing.
“It’s because Cookies systematically wiped out my kind one by one.” They said darkly.
“What?! No! We’d never-!” They cut you off.
“But your kind did, and it didn’t matter what kind of dragon it was we were all destroyed. Even dragonlings and the unhatched, recently a cookie went through the last remained hatchery and destroyed every egg they came across on their way through. I foresaw this fate, that the giant wings would fall to ground, but I had to plan, I went dormant and couldn’t awaken until just a little while ago.”
You were silent with horror; you couldn’t believe it! It can’t be true! But their face, their expression had changed. There was an even deeper seriousness, their mouth was semi twitchy in a snarled grimace…and a great sadness lied deep in their eyes.
“Well, Longan, you have to believe not every cookie is like that. I’m sure there’d be plenty who’d want to help your species upon hearing the plight.” You said, but in way you felt like you could barely convince yourself of that notion.
“And I counter with the simple fact that after your kind showed no mercy towards mine, why should I do the same?” They actually questioned.
“Well…you’re showing mercy right now. I’m a cookie and you spared my life. If we deserved absolutely no mercy then you wouldn’t have turned me back. You wouldn’t be caring for me right now.” You pointed out.
Longan went silent again, that mental battle returned. The grand dragon was firm to believe their stance and stick to it, yet your mere existence and words pointed a very hypocritical hole in that. What made YOU the one exception to their hatred? Why did you avoid being a target on their path of revenge? What made you feel pure and worthy to them? Why is this happening to them? These swells and swirls of emotions were something they’ve never truly experienced and it was driving them mad. They were shaking and growling at themselves, almost in a thought trance before being pulled back into reality by you.
“Deep down, even a tiny bit, a part of you must hope that things can be fixed the peaceful way. That we can coexist and share the world. Please, I want to help but I can only do that if you let me.”
For that moment, you had let your negative emotions towards them fade away. After hearing the reason for all this…you honestly can’t say you’d fair any better in their place. You reached and held their head to keep Longan’s gaze met with yours. They looked so tired…
Slowly, the dragon lord leaned into your touch.
