Mallover

Recently, things have been disappearing from your home, leading you to worry that there may be a thief on Pineapple Isle. At first, you thought you were misplacing items. They were small things, like hair ties, a sponge from the kitchen, or trinkets that you owned multiple of, so it took some time before you noticed they were gone. You thought nothing of it, that it was merely an accident.

However, that changed when your clothes began to go missing. You eventually stopped hanging your laundry out to dry because items frequently disappeared from the line. You tried to stay rational, thinking that perhaps the wind had blown them away—a reasonable explanation. But that line of thought quickly fell apart when you searched for the lost garments. They were never caught on anything, and your neighbours never found them either. Your clothing simply just… disappeared.

When you asked the other Cookies in the village, no one reported any missing items or thefts. It was only happening to you. One of the elders told you to take the issue to the Golden Dragon right away, as the thought of a thief lurking around their village made them nervous.

As you collected items and stacked them in the daily tribute basket, you wondered what Ananas Dragon Cookie would do to find the thief, or would something so mundane be beneath the great Golden Dragon's concern?

You climbed up the well-trodden path to Ananas Dragon Cookie's temple with your offering basket, and to your surprise, the great dragon was waiting for you at the entrance, as if they knew you were coming.

You supposed it wasn't too odd for the Golden Dragon to have sensed you coming, as dragons had far sharper senses than the Cookies.

"There you are." Ananas Dragon Cookie said with a deep rumble. You bowed and showed your respect.

"I have today's offerings, Ananas Dragon Cookie. I hope it pleases you." You said. The Golden Dragon grinned and beckoned to you with a sharp claw.

"Good. Now come with me, little Cookie." They said. Your eyes widened slightly at Ananas Dragon's request, but you bashfully complied and followed their imposing figure into the shade of their temple.

When you arrived at Ananas Dragon's throne, they sat down on the great stone chair and crossed their legs, their smile smug and knowing. They stamped their staff on the ground with an overpowering authority.

"Speak." Ananas Dragon ordered. "You have something you want to tell me, yes?" They said. You jumped slightly, heat rising in your cheeks.

"How… how did you know?" You asked in surprise. Ananas Dragon Cookie bellowed with laughter.

"This is my island! I know everything that goes on here, because everything on this island is my property, including you, little cookie." They said with a sharp-toothed grin. "So tell me what troubles you, Y/N Cookie." Ananas Dragon Cookie prompted, they purred your name and the way it curled on their tongue gave you goosebumps. You still weren't sure if you should bother the Golden Dragon with this, and you had plans to investigate on your own, but if Ananas Dragon Cookie insisted, you would be a fool to deny their help.

"I think there's a thief in the village stealing my things." You admitted. "I haven't been able to find who it is, and no Cookie has had anything stolen besides me. I don't know what to do." You said nervously.

You expected Ananas Dragon Cookie to be angry, considering the thief would be stealing from the Dragon as well, but they seemed almost nonchalant.

Ananas Dragon pretended to think deeply on something before answering.

"I see, that is troubling." They replied after a moment. "I certainly can't have a thief on my island. But there's something else that has been irritating me." Ananas Dragon mused.

"Something else? What is it?" You asked curiously. The Gold Dragon beckoned you closer.

"Come here. Now." They commanded. You scampered up to the Dragon's throne as ordered and glanced up at them nervously. Ananas Dragon Cookie took your chin in their clawed grip, and they slowly leaned forward and inhaled deeply into your neck. Deep chills went up your back as the Dragon breathed in your scent. A lump formed in your throat at the very thought of questioning the Gold Dragon.

After a long moment, Ananas Dragon pulled away and leaned back into their throne.

"I smell a different scent on you." They lied. "It seems this thief is after more than just your belongings." Ananas Dragon mused with a wicked grin. You stared slack-jawed in disbelief, your face still held in Ananas Dragon's clawed grip.

"Wh-what? But who - why?" You sputtered nervously.

I can only imagine what this thief truly desires is you, Y/N Cookie. If their scent is on you, they must have a way to enter your home during the night. They could have been hovering over you each night while you were vulnerable, helpless, and unaware. Watching you sleep and eagerly breathing in your scent." Ananas Dragon Cookie suggested darkly. At these vivid words, you began to tremble.

"What do I do?!" You squeaked in panic. Ananas Dragon Cookie chuckled and their thumb swiped over your cheek to sooth you.

"Not to worry, I will take care of this. In the meantime, you may stay with me while I investigate." They offered. Ananas Dragon Cookie pulled you onto their lap and pet your hair gently. You couldn't believe the Golden Dragon's generosity.

EDIT: Thank you to @vhvjbbobu for drawing some wonderful fanart after reading my oneshot!

He remembers the day so long ago.

When the last light behind his hope was snuffed out like one blowing out. How devastation felt. How ...alone he felt. How could she? WHERE WAS SHE!? WHEN HE NEEDED HER MOST IN HIS SORRY LIFE!? If he did something to make her mad then please-..

Come back and at least tell him-

Why?

That night felt like so long ago to be so honest, yet he never forgot the pain that was felt. He was the beast that rose from the burnt ashes like some unholy phoenix. The silence was only a taste of false peace before the actual storm hit, it was nothing more than him simply biding his time to get what he actually wanted. Spreading deceit and lies that drove kingdoms to wars, cookie to murder other cookie.

It was nothing but one big game to him. A show to watch out no different than if he paid for a ticket and watched a ballet in the theater.

He wanted to know he was the one in control behind it all. Wanted to know it was all just everyone wrapped around his finger. He wanted everyone to know it too and watch the horror in their eyes once they knew that what acts of murder and whatever unholy sin they committed was because they let themselves be fooled by a being who could care less if they lived or died as long as he was entertained.

But even as he had all of that-

Even as he now owned an entire kingdom he could twist however he wanted-

Had so much more power!! He had so much control!! He had so much more freedom!!

It wasn't what he wanted ultimately.

What he decided was something to fill in the gaps carved out in his chest. A void left by the witches whom abandoned him and the loss of anyone close to him. Deceit and material wants only put a lid over the chasm not fill it in. He was lonely. Dangerously so. Sure he had plenty of mortal enemies that kept looping around back to end his life. His devoted minions abiding by his every whim. But nothing ever stuck. Not in the way SHE did...that was until he met HER.

"Hello. You look new around here." And then she smiled at him in a way that made his doughy heart stop beating. "Are you lost, Stranger?"

"Hm.~ Well who couldn't help but get lost in those beautiful eyes of yours?~"

"Pfft. That was the corniest pick up line I ever heard. But I'm flattered."

What he wanted even if he would absolutely never verbalize it, was for that feeling to stop and when he saw her again...

He knew exactly how to make that feeling go away-

"Down in the world unknown there laid a kingdom drab and dark. Where darkness and shadows collided and lived in fear and power. One would be mad to even think about stepping in a place like this. Where the dead are gone but still there, the shadows played and roamed and full of terror. A frightful place brace heros dare not venture unless they wish to meet a tragic fate. Yes. This one place was alone ruled by a power hungry spirit, spited by his love in life and now seeks vengeance on any mortal who dared be foolish enough to be beckoned into his awaiting claws-"

SQUEAK!!

.....He slowly looked up from his book with a small frown. The small express cake hound plush slowly slid off his face and fell onto his lap with another small squeaky toy sound and he stared down at the little girl who threw it at him and frowning back up at her father, and he rolled his eyes. The book in his hands closed and placed down as he gave the girl what she obviously wanted, his attention.

"What is it kiddo? You know it's rude to throw things at me and interrupt someone reading. I thought I taught you two better than that."

"Can you fix it?" She walked up to the edge of his chair and stood on her tiptoes, poking her head over the arm and placing her hands on his lap.

"Fix what?" She pointed to the toy in his lap and he blinked down at it. A noticeable tear in it's backside was present to him. He rose a brow further before looking back to the small girl by the chair. A second girl had come up to join her and now both were peeking over the chair at him, and he sighed picking up said toy with a squeak. "You couldn't fix the toy yourself?"

Both shook their heads before Azure Berry spoke back up, "You said we weren't allowed to touch your sewing needles, and we don't know how to sew anything."

He still stared at them for a moment before he sighed and forced his floating body up and over to his bookshelf in the corner and the small sewing kit on top of it. It was soon in his hands and the girls climbed onto the giant chair to have a better look at the floating sewing kit and their father who started repairing the small toy in his claws. The needle floating easily through the soft fabric of the toy as the floating needle pulled the thread through the tear, before he flicked a clawed finger and pulled the thread tight and the hole was closed up and tied in a tight knot to secure it in place. As he turned back around with the newly fixed toy in his hand, he snapped with his free hand and the kit immediately put itself away as he floated back over and handed the toy back to the two which was grabbed by White Icing Cookie. They thanked him by just running off. Running out the doorway and laughing their heads off as the two chased each other around. He sighed...a rare small smile coming over his face before he settled back down into the comfy chair. Kids. So full of energy and laughter. Now where was he? OH YES!! With another snap the book went back to it's master's awaiting claws and opened at his own leisure. Now let's pick up where he left off shall we?

The creature of vengeance was known as one of promises and dealings. Whether If one were to want something most dear to their heart and was determined and pure, or if their heart was filled with greed, envy, and lust he would grant your reply if you were brave or stupid enough to find him. It was when one day a child from a nearby village heard of this rumor that they were excited to find out if it was true or not. Against their parents and everyone else's wishes and warnings, the small child had snuck out to venture into the forbidden dark woods. The brambles scraped and left cuts on their body, the creatures chased after and threatened to eat them if they didn't turn back now, for darker and more sinister things slept in these woods, but bravely the child went on. On and on on their journey to really see this sinister ghost who granted wishes and promises that the mortal eye would repulse to believe. Until the sinister avenger had been found and the massive shadow beckoned the child closer with a boney rigged hand.

"You have traveled far and withstood the tests my forces forwarded. For that you have earned the right to one miracle granted to you. But a warning you have also earned. Be warned, with a pure and honest heart comes great rewards. With a heart who bleeds nothing but black with greed and jealousy, a foul end you shall meet. Think about the consequences greatly, for the repercussions shall be swift and tight. Think well, dear child."

The small child dared to smile at the creature and simply reply, "I have no need for any treasures or anything of preciousness near me. I solely only wished for to see myself if the avenger of shadows was a true sight. And now that I have seen you for what a true being you are, I will simply be leaving satisfied my wish was fulfilled."

The answer of the child amused the ancient spirit and he chuckled his hollow laugh at the very notion of it all.

"Wise answer to an otherwise difficult mortal choice. For that you shall still be granted a prize for your efforts. Name one and answer wisely."

The small child as said had no need for such items like treasure and fortune, but they knew that the child's hard working mother were in need of some fortune in her life. So with a kind heart, the child looked to the spirit and asked for their miracle. "My mother works oh so hard to take care of me. It would be so nice for her to have just a little more luck on her side. Oh spirit, let me repay her for all her kindness she has shown me."

"Your wish shall be granted. A selfless act is always it's own reward, but be wary of those who wish to use those fortunes to their own will."

The child was permitted a safe leave back to their home and as promised their selfless act of kindness was granted by the spirit of shadows. The child and their mother mysteriously found an old box in their pantry one day that they had never known of before and upon opening it discovered many, many priceless jewels. The likes of which they had never seen before. With this new found fortune, the mother and child were able to gain a plentiful farm with all the necessities they needed to have a plentiful life. Farther down in the years the mother even remarried one of the strongest most handsome men in the small village. But this man was nothing but green with want, and treated the mother and her child terribly-

SQUEAK!!

....He looked up again with a frown when another plush toy hit the side of his head. This time it was a sugar gnome that fell down to rest in his open book and he looked a different set of twins staring at him. The boys gazed at him with wide eyes.

"Ok. What now?"

Blue Cream Cookie pointed to the toy. "The arm is falling off. Can you fix it please?"

He frowned down at both of them as they innocently stared back and he groaned. Beckoning a finger to the sewing kit on the shelf before putting down the book and picking up the second toy, and true to his son's word, there was a tear in the left arm threatening to let the whole arm fall off if it wasn't fixed. The kit flew over to him and out came the same needle and thread, and again the same process repeated as he grumpily started sewing the small toy's arm back into place. Within two minutes it was as good as new and handed back to the excited little boys, and the kit back into it's own place.

"Here. But next time, don't throw it at my face ok?...And let me know you want something fixed before you interrupt me, it's so rude."

Both children giggled and again ran back off as he groaned and repicked up his book from his noodle lap, and started reading again.

He was lazy, rude, and had a heart full of greed. Seeping of those who had better and helping him in life. But one fateful day everything changed. For one day he asked the child's mother a question.

"My dear wife. You know I love you dearly, but I must ask you. Where did you receive such wealth and fortune."

"Why, from a old wooden box in the pantry," she replied happily, "And inside the little wooden chest was gems and riches beyond our wildest dreams."

"Yes, yes! But where did it come from?"

"I know not how it got there or where it came from, but my child and I are oh so happy to have received such a delightful fortune. How we may live happily for a long while."

Her husband was displeased with such an answer and once again asked but this time to the child. The child happily told the man his venture into the woods and his encounter with the spirit of shadows, filling the man's heart with more greed. That very night when the family slept, the man snuck out and made his own way into the deep woods of shadows and fears. Brambles cut his clothing, he cursed those who dare chase him and snap at his hinds as he ran, but the greed and lust in his heart was strong. So strong he persisted his heart green with envy. Alas finally he arrived and looking as though some creature had mangled him with their claws. The spirit was beckoning him closer with a bony rigged hand and spoke.

"Oh one who's heart is sewn with greed and plight. You have sought me through danger and fright. Your actions of greed are inexcusable but like many before you have made it through the path of darkness. For that you have earned the right to one miracle, but also a warning. Be warned, with a pure and honest heart comes great rewards. With a heart who bleeds nothing but black with greed and jealousy, a foul end you shall meet. Think about the consequences greatly, for the repercussions shall be swift and tight. Oh one who comes to me with a black heart for his own wishes. I offer this to you so you may choose your wish wisely."

The man paid no attention to the wise words of the ghost nor did he think about any real consequences for his actions as he spoke what he oh so desired.

"Give me more riches than any man shall have!! Make my fortune one who will make me a fortunate man!! A bright castle and beautiful jewels is what I seek and most desire!!"

"A answer I foresaw and one your shall have for not heeding my warnings. Oh man of greed and selfishness, you shall indeed have your wish awaiting you home. But do not be surprised when your unfortunate fate you shall unevitably meet. Now be gone creature of greed. My domain is not fit for one of you."

The man left for his home and once his got there his had his miracle in the form of the purest black horse with a magnificent couch of ebony, inside the couch was boxes and jewels of every imagining. The man cared not for his wife or the young child that he had left behind, away in this marvelous new couch he received and off that horrid man went into the night with his shouts of greedy glee and pleasure as his family long forgotten. The mother and child awoken to no greedy man plaguing their lives and while the mother was quite saddened, she still had the child to watch after. As luck and fortune does benefit those with kind hearts, another man the mother sought and a kinder gentler man she got. With as much kindness to her and her child this man gave to combat the sorrows left behind by the other greed filled one. One day a message they did receive, about a much bigger estate of land and riches. The greedy man who had once left them behind without a second thought, was now no more as the spirits warnings he did not heed. As fate had decided he would be no more, a swift and tight end he did get. Leaving everything he valued behind of jewels and gold, to no man but a woman he did not care for. His wife and next of kin did receive, fame and fortune for kindness indeed. With kindness in their hearts the family did grow, and with it came all luck and fortune soon to glow.

For those with kind hearts and bright minds, often find themselves on the favorite end of fate's hands-

SQUEAK!!

Something was thrown onto his lap and he looked down blinking to see a small rabbit plush on his lap, it's black fur and button eyes staring up at him ....he rose a brow at it before moving the book and seeing a completely different pair of three cute children smiling up at him again. He groaned and picked up the toy...It didn't look damaged and he looked back to them with a raised brow.

"What did I say about throwing toys at me? And what exactly do you want me to fix?" He turned the toy over in his claws. Seams were tight, no holes or tears, and it wasn't in no way word. It still had it's glow in the dark eyes painted on too. "There's no damage." The girl of the triplets held up a bow and he looked at it. "And what's that for?"

"I can't get the bow around her neck to stay on, and it keeps looking wrinkled. Can you fix it please?"

He sighed, taking the small bow from her. He wasn't wasting magic energy on this. "You couldn't have done this yourself? I thought your mother was teaching you how to sew?"

"She's teaching Deceiving Pollen and Bookworm Cookie how to sew, Daddy."

"...Oh that's right." His claws worked wonders in getting the small bow to stay and at least looked decent in his opinion. He guessed it must've looked good enough to her too because when he held it out, gasped and held her arms out as it dropped into the child's awaiting arms and she giggled as the pretty pink bowed rabbit blankly stared back at her and he repicked up his book again. "There you go. Now go play. Next time ask your big sister for help. Blue Monarch Cookie knows all about bows and clothes considering she eats them like a moth does."

He waited for all three of them to leave, and waited...and waited...and waited staring at the door some more expecting any others would wonder their way in seeking his attention until he heard a sound that immediately got him to turn a smile at five infants. Three of which were sleeping, one was almost nodding off, and one was still fully awake standing up and giggling at him from where she stood.

"I know, I know. It usually takes eight bedtime stories to put you to sleep."

Said infant gurgled and made grabby hands towards him but he was only lifted up and laid back down on his back with a giggle.

"C'mon. Bed bye time.~ I promised Mommy I'd put you to sleep." A high pitched squeal came from him making him groan. "Please go to sleep for Daddy. Your mommy is going to be mad if you don't sleep."

Instead he only laughed again finding his father's tired pleas funny grabbing his hand. With a sigh, his forehead collided with the edge of the crib.

"How does she make this look so easy?"

"Daddy!", a new voice called out. One that made him flinch before looking up and the whole world seemed to stop in that very moment. He turned, looking down at the little figure tugging on his tailcoats with a grin on her face. "I wanna go with Night Milk to the jewelry store. He said I could some more gems today."

It was like deja Vu all over again when he looked into those scarily pale blue eyes beaming up at him.

Every time.

You look so much like her.

Why?

Why did fate like playing some cruel irony on him this way?

Mother, why are you still around to hurt me like this? Why did you have to come back this way? Was it just because you wanted to punish me?

He smiled turning to her. "Keep it down, Cupcake. I'm trying to put your baby brother to sleep." A loud giggle came from the crib again. "Keyword being try. Shouldn't you be in bed before Mommy sees you?"

She pouted. "Night Milk and Milkweed gets to stay up and go out at night! Why can't I?!"

"Because they're both eighteen and you're just seven."

"Night Milk said he'd take me!", she whined louder threatening to wake up the already sleeping infants as she still tightly held onto his tailcoats. "It's not fair!"

"Hey! Keep your voice down. I definitely don't need another trumpet incident." Apparently Milky Way Cookie thought it would've been a brilliant idea to practice his trumpet playing in peace and quiet, which wouldn't have been a bad thing if he didn't decide the perfect time was early in the morning when everyone was still asleep and woke up the entire Earthbread with a blaring trumpet. "Ever try to put five babies to sleep? It's not easy."

"But Night Milk said he'd take me!", she whined again.

"Then why are you here?"

"He said I have to ask you first." She fiddled with the tailcoat in her hands muttering.

"And you couldn't ask your mother?"

"She'll just say no."

"Uh huh. And why don't you think I wouldn't say no?"

"Because Mom's not the boss of you."

He inhaled. This was definitely a baited trap. Light Milk might look like the grandmother she'll never know, but she was definitely his where personality was concerned.

When Light Milk was first born it was hard to bond with her because out of all of them, she resembled the most of his past right down to her very dough, but her personality was just like his. Recessive genes or something Black Sapphire had mentioned once. He didn't remember too much about the day she was born. As soon as the doctor had plopped the white blob of dough in his arms, time seemed to freeze up in that moment. It was...different from the others. No tears. No smiles. Just the muffled sounds around him except for Light Milk crying in his arms for the longest time. Everyone said he had gone into a state of shock for some reason.

He's never avoided one of his babies before.

He never shoved one of his babies into Black Sapphire's arms like they were on fire and burnt him before.

His wife....never gave him such disgusted looks before.

"What's wrong with you?!"

"Like figuratively, mentally, or rhetorically?"

"I'm serious! Ever since I gave birth to her, you've avoided her like the plague! Do you think I cheated on you or something?!"

"WHAT!? No, no, no, no!! I never said anything like that-"

"You didn't have to! The way you look at her tells me enough! Even the other kids have noticed how you treat her. You wanna know what Storyteller Cookie asked me yesterday? He wanted to know if his baby sister was adopted and that's why 'Daddy doesn't like her'."

"He...asked that?"

"A lot of them did! I don't know what's going on in your head most of the time, but THIS-" She gestured between the two of them. "-had better stop! Or else I'm taking the kids to my parents! Permanently!"

"Y-YOU WOULDN'T DO THAT!?"

"YES I WOULD!! AND FILE FOR DIVORCE TOO! SO STRAIGHTEN YOUR HEAD OUT!"

That wasn't true! THAT WASN'T!! He loved her! He loved ALL of them! It was just-...hard to do so without remembering her. Even now she was still making things difficult for him by causing problems with his perfect happy life!! Eventually things became better..easier..but the road to get there wasn't easy. Even now just looking at her..reminded him of so much sometimes.

He sighed. "Alright you can go." She lit up- "ONE HOUR. You both got one hour before I come get you myself."

"....An hour and a half?"

"Uuuh- Fine. But no more than that, AND you both have to take Black Sapphire with you."

"Why? He's always flirting with the cashier!"

"Do you want to go out or not?"

"Yes."

"Then he goes. That's final."

She opened her mouth to retort again but a loud shriek pierced the air making him snap to the doorway. Two little doughs instantly running up to him and start grabbing at his legs.

"Daddy, Blackberry Cookie stole my toy!" Sparkleberry Jam Cookie shrieked pointing at one of her brother's in his favorite horned hoodie clutching a sugar glider bat plush.

"Nuh uh!," he shouted back clutching the toy further to himself. "Sparkleberry Jam Cookie is lying! This is my toy and she tried taking it first!"

"I'm not lying! He is!", she insisted pointing at him and tugging on his pants. "Make him give it back, Daddy!"

"I am NOT! You are!!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"SSHHH! SHH! Don't be loud you'll wake up-"

At least one loud wail suddenly went off behind him quickly accompanied by a second and third as the two children at his feet decided NOW was a good time for one to tackle the other to the ground and brawl over a toy......He groaned.

How did you make this look so easy, Mom?

"Where do babies come from?"

It was a question that made the blue doughed cookie choke on his tea and every eye on his body pop out comically open like those funny cartoon characters on TV.

"PFFFT- !? *COUGH COUGH COUGH*"

What proceeded was a loud coughing fit and Shadow Milk Cookie half choking half spitting that tea across the table as a hand pounded against his chest. Across from him, the light blue haired cookie also looked shocked at the small six year old just sitting next to his father.

"Shade, now why on earth would you ask such a thing?"

The child in a child like fashion shrugged. "Curious."

"Oh. Well then they haven't taught you properly yet." His father proceeded to look on in horror but couldn't get a word out still coughing as his mom smiled and opened her mouth- "When a witch wants to bake a cookie, she goes to the local grocery store and buys eggs, flour, milk, and very special ingredients she wants to add to make her cookies stand out apart from all the other cookies. For example I added extra milk and yummy blueberries to your daddy when I baked him! Then you carefully mix the batter together until you get a nice firm dough-"

"......Phew." He deflated relaxing back. Why did stressful topics always have to be asked whenever Y/n made him take Shade to visit his mom?

"Go take him to visit your mom," she said, "It'll be good for you too to spend some time with her and make up for everything you did!"

"No, Grandma. I mean baby-babies."

"OH! Well when two cookies want to bake a baby together, they each break off a piece of their dough and mix it into a batter-"

"No! I meant witch babies! Dad says I was found in a cabbage patch and the stork brought me but both of those are impossible!"

"...And talking cookies and witches aren't?"

His kid shot him a look. "No! And you always lie anyways! You even admit it!"

Sometimes his kid inheriting his smart genes was actually truly a burden.

"Oh?...Ooooh. I see. Then it's time for the almond birds and bees talk." He snapped to her in horror so fast when she cleared her throat. "When a witch and cookie love each other very much, the witch drinks a shrinking potion so they're the same size and-"

"MOM, STOP!!"

「 pitaya dragon cookie 」

➻ fiercely competitive for their mates’ attention, they are prone to many a battle and fight between cookie and fellow dragon alike. it’s a way to show off, display themselves as your strong partner that can quell any threat, so reliable and capable of protecting you. they don’t realize the prospect of watching strangers and friends crumble into dust and jam isn’t appealing to you, like it would be to one of their own. in fact, you may find it rather inhumane and horrifying.

➻ oftentimes after such a slaughtering, they collect a trinket from the corpse of their foe (if any corpse remains at all) and gift it to you. just a souvenir from your lovely mate. they’re confused when you throw their gifts to the ground and begin to panic, but cookies have always been so fraught with emotion, so they eventually learn to ignore it. they simply pick the item back up and store it back at your shared nest.

➻ speaking of the nest, if you had any other home prior to meeting pitaya, then you’ll likely never be seeing it again. friends, family, pets? why go back to that when you have a dragon by your side? you have no need for those things now that you’re with them.

➻ they will try to make the space more comfortable for you, but not in the most elegant manner. they’ll gather a few blankets and pillows (those are things cookies like to sleep with, right?) and embed them into the place you two sleep. they aren’t fond of covering up with anything, but you seem to like it, and that’s all that matters to them.

➻ territorial to the point of quick, seething rage. it’s no secret pitaya has a flaring temper about them, and it does not take long to trigger it. if they feel their mate is being encroached on by somebody else (a feeling they seem to feel very liberally), they don’t hesitate to act out. sometimes they’ll come back to the nest covered in jam and brag about their latest conquest to you.

➻ always has their tail/arm/wing wrapped around you at all times when in public. snaps at people who try to approach you ‘as a warning.’

➻ pitaya isn’t good at reading your emotions. to them, all cookies are sort of senselessly emotional, always afraid and cowering. your crying to see your friends and family again doesn’t ring as alarming to them, because if anything, it’s just what they’ve come to expect. they’re not sure how to calm you, so they usually wait out any outbursts, or they go out to find you a pretty trinket.

➻ for the first few months, all they would bring you to eat was raw meat. this is what they ate all the time and it never bothered them, but it turns out cookies have more particular diets and palates. they like their meals cooked, no jam leaking out? that’s odd. the first time they bring you something edible, they tentatively hand it to you and watch you eat it. from then on, they bring you foods they think you’ll like, taken from villages.

➻ days are fretful, but nights are surprisingly pleasant. whether it’s warm or cold outside, pitaya is wrapped around your body as tightly as possible. even attempting to get up is difficult. usually the struggle would earn a grumble and a nip to your cheek from them.

➻ rarely enough, they will dawn their draconic form and allow you to fly through the skies with them. they fly a bit slower than usual. you’re only a tiny little thing, and they wouldn’t want you to fall. plus, there’s the unintended side effect of having more time to admire the scenery from above. though sometimes you both come across a stray town or village, and pitaya comments on how easy it would be to burn it to a crisp.

➻ “little cookiesss, running away!” they exclaim with delight. down below, people run to safety and point up at the sky, up at the greenish red dragon of legend. “they’re lucky i’m not in a sssnacking mood.”

➻ escape is rather hard, if not impossible. pitaya has memorized every detail about you — your body, your voice, your face, your scent, your shadow — they could easily pick you out from an entire crowd of cookies. whether or not they’d be upset about you fleeing is entirely up to their mood that day. maybe they think it’s cute, how you try and run away, like a little mouse. or maybe it angers them deeply, because they don’t want to entertain silly little games. either way, they’ll be dragging you back home, and teaching you a lesson will surely be in order.

➻ intimately familiar with your scent. there is something so unique about it, something that makes them want to chase it down. any time they can, they bury their nose in your hair or your neck and enjoy your smell. they also make sure you carry notes of their own scent as well, so others know you’re clearly taken.

➻ certain times in the season demand you sit down with pitaya and precariously pluck the dry seeds out of their hair. they gripe and groan about it every single time, but they do like the feeling of your fingers working through their messy tresses.