If that’s the case, could we maybe get a mimic and/or dragon flirting with the reader, please? Have a lovely day either way!
(Okay, so. . . I wrote both, because I absolutely had a blast writing two different kinds of flirting styles, and everything goes down hill when Floofs wants to write silly flirty monsters. x'D We have Majestic and Valerian, respectively. A dragon born of duty and deep love for a place forgotten by time. . . and then there is Majestic, who is just.
Majestic.
I hope you enjoy!! )
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Crowned Mimic (Majestic) x Anonymous Reader:
A jeweled chest made of white gold, adorned with pearls and bright pink gems. On the top sat a large crown, whether it was part of the chest, or an extra treasure left behind, it was left to the finder to decide. It was beautiful but as you know looks are well known to be deceiving. You pace in front of it, looking it over carefully. It had taken you such a long time to reach the end of this quest. All your hard work to appease a monster of a human, just to get them to give you their token word of peace to let you pass through their land. Multiple times the tasks you were given, you had felt more sympathy for the creatures you had dealt with trying to bundle your way through the dungeon. And now with this chest, in all of its brilliant light and gossamer craftmanship. There was something that didn’t add up. It feels too easy.
You kneel, staring at the chest intently,
“Don’t scrunch up those pretty lips on my account, sweetheart.”
Said the chest.
Said.
The.
Chest?
Ah.
If you hadn’t been suspicious it was more than it seemed before. You absolutely know now that something is deeply wrong with it. You stand up in a scramble as the top pops open slightly, revealing the faint outline of white gold glittering teeth and a pair of glowing eyes stare back at you. “Aw– Going so soon? Come’on! We were making a connection! You stare at me- I pretended to be normal!”
You pull out a weapon and stare at them in disbelief. “I– What is that supposed to even mean–”
“I was flirting with you! Sheesh! I tell you, all these people that come down here, can’t even make polite conversation. And here I was thinking, you know what I was thinking today? I said, you know what Majestic? If that snobby half-wit sends another person down here to get eaten, I am going to go with them!”
Your eyes dart to the hallway and back. Waiting for the attack that was never going to come. Tensing as shadowy hands began to sprout from the maw, instead using them to gesture and articulate as they talked.
“You’re better than this!” The mimic continues to rattle on, unaware you are eyeing the exit. “I mean come on! Look at yourself! The idiot brings you all the way down here, to eat chumps they don’t wanna deal with! And the last guy– had this great little book about self therapy, exchanged it for his life yanno? So I get to reading– And WHEW the things I learned from that thing! Pure gold– and I should know! Annnyway! To make a long story short, learning I have been used, been abused? I’m done being that jerks garbage disposal!”
The hands shift, making a pose that resembles resting a hand on their chin. “So. . . how about you get me outta this dump eh? We can go on a nice candlelit dinner, my treat~”
Dragon (Valerian) x Anonymous Reader:
“You look very handsome indeed, those clothes fit you nicely too.” The deep rumble chilled your bones, sending vibrations deep into your chest. You could feel your heart reverberating back to the sound. Strange and enrapturing. Peering back at the one eye that stared back at you, the iris like molten gold. Flecks and diamonds of orange like churning hot bubbles around a pool of brilliant yellow.
You fix your outfit and breathe deeply, mouth fixing itself into a nervous smile.
“Well thank you, I appreciate you letting me get a change of clothes, and a place to shelter from the storm.”
The large head lifts up from its place resting on an old stone staircase to give a bark of laughter. “I should be thanking you! It’s awfully lonely on this mountain top.”
“What. . . was this place?” You ask quietly, carefully closing the door behind you. “Ah. . .” The large creature sighed, their deep timber turning remorseful. “A civilization that has been long gone I am afraid. I dare say you would not remember, for you are so young. But this was, at one time, a bustling palace. Where dragons were protectors, wisdom keepers that whispered long forgotten knowledge to kings.”
You watched the long dark body slither its way along the passageway far beneath you, keeping their head up to continue your conversation. “Though the people have been long gone, I still have an old standing loyalty I refuse to give up upon. Call me an old romantic.” Their eyebrows raise and you laugh. “I haven’t heard about dragons being protectors in a very long time. . . I had thought they had just been legends.” They huff, hearing down below their great tail scraping along the stones. “It was indeed a very long time ago. But we still remember.” They slide their head down, leathery wings folding back up against their back as they politely wait for you to traverse the staircase and join them.
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I only did art of the mimic since this design has been in my head for longer (ง ｡꒦ິ▽꒦ິ｡)ง
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