#terragon

Art credit: LEGENDSZ-A / ZA描いてたやつ / February 7th, 2026 - pixiv

Terragon wasn’t exactly too sure how he got into this situation. The sign advertised an easy, fun little job for some quick cash. He expected something less…frilly, at least.

Sighing, he shifts his weight from the tip of his toes to the balls of his feet, bopping up and down nervously. His fingers, wrapped around the ribbon of his apron, gently tugging at it. Turning back, Terragon flashes a rather forced smile, the tips of his lips twitching.

“Master. I would like to proceed back to the kitchen now.”

The end of his ribbon was clutched by slender fingers, nails the ebony black of night. It’s been pulled taunt, twirled around each finger in turn. Emerald eyes glance upwards at Terragon, silt pupils appraising him with amusement. As if he was a fine antique. Something to be owned.

Shoulders shuddering at the thought, Terragon half-heartedly yanked the ribbon once again. Only to be foiled by the rather clingy… customer. Just his luck, to be working on the very shift Malleus Draconia had to chance upon this cafe.

Blinking slowly, much like a cat, Malleus leans forward ever so slightly. Tugging the ribbon gently, pulling Terragon closer, bit by bit.

“Aren’t you a skittish one, Terragon?”

Tilting his head slightly, Malleus chuckles, before pressing his cheek against Terragon’s waist, arms snaking around his torso.

“I just want to get to know you better, after all.”

Before Terragon could even voice a single sound of protest, a sharp tug had him spiraling backwards, falling straight into Malleus’s lap. Chuckling, Malleus rests his chin on his shoulder, humming contentedly, as his hands start to… wander, under the boundaries of frills and lace.