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vxlentinescookies · 23 days

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hello hihi hru r u good?? I loved the Ananas fic u write incredible in my opinion -,w,-

Soo I was reading some fics the other day and I noticed that Millennial tree needs some more love tbh, so could you make a one shot of Millennial tree x GN Dragon Reader? I think it’s pretty interesting the dynamic (*'▽'*)

→ ❛To Be Loved❜

→ Pairing ; Millenial Tree Cookie x Dragon!Reader → Quote ; ❛❛I’ll become your protector, your guardian, and I’ll leave behind all of my treasures to have the greatest one of them all—You.❜❜ → Genre ; Drama , angst , romance → A/N ; Here you go! For a better experience listen this song > To Be Loved by Askjell ft AURORA while reading! (cw for mentions of wounds)

Everybody knew the legend of the millenary tree, and the gentle being that embodied it. Full of knowledge and love, this beloved tree was once cursed by an evil being, but thanks to the efforts of others, it managed to awaken and bloom yet again, in an array of beautiful colors and comforting scents that brought anyone close to the millennial tree to their knees in admiration and mercy. Anyone, but you.

You were different, you were a dragon, a being of destruction, a greedy entity, possessive and obsessive, you took what you thought was yours, and you took it with pride. So to see that you found the tree in the forest a beautiful possession, you didnt take long to start courting him, whom the tree embodied.

“Im afraid that I must refuse your offer” The tree would speak gently, butterflies settling on his horns as he’d gaze at your form. “I barely know you, how are you so sure you love me as you say you do?”

“Because you’re magnificent and precious, and all precious treasures belong to me” Would you answer, holding your hand out.

“What a greedy dragon” He’d muse with a low chuckle, his voice low and silky, shining like the finest of golds. “Perhaps if we chat more, I’ll fall for you, but until then, I must go…”

“Where?”

“Perhaps you’ll know at a later date” He’d chuckle once more, and then disappear within the forest.

This would continue for various days, various days where they’d both speak for a few moments before Millenial tree Cookie disappeared within the forest. Until, one day, the dragon would grow tired, of waiting and waiting, and finally chose to do what the cookie had asked them.

“Wait, will… will you stay for a bit to speak? even if just a little bit?” The dragon would ask, and the tree would smile, turning to look at them with a gentle gaze.

“Of course, I thought you’d never ask”

From then on, the dragon and the millennial tree would speak, over and over again. They’d chat about the sky, the trees, the leaves and the cookies that wandered the earth. They spoke about the good in the world, the evil in the world, and they spoke about the things none of them would tell to no one. The dragon would become bare to the tree, sinking in their gentleness, and the tree, knowledgeable as it was, would allow them to sink into their warmth. But love, love was a too strong of a word.

And so we reach of this day, where the dragon had yet again reached the tree to speak, only to find the cookie hadnt arrived yet, causing them fear and discomfort. Had they grown tired? Had they grown bored? Had all of these months been nothing but a facade? The dragon that new of no true love would feel their heart break slowly, bitterness growing into their mind, before a voice would call out to them, a gentle warm voice.

“(y/n) dragon cookie” Would he say, smiling softly as he walked towards the dragon, “I apologize for my late arrival, how are you faring?”

“Millennial Tree cookie…” The dragon would turn to greet them, their gaze blending together as the dragon would sigh, solemnly looking away. “Its alright, lets just talk like we always do.”

“Are you sure? I sense something is troubling you, my dear” He’d speak, gently as ever as they’d turn to face him. “You can trust me”

“Always so gentle…” They’d mumble, before speaking fully. “You and me, what are we?”

“Huh? Well, we’re friends, arent we?”

Confused about their emotions, they’d feel an arrow pass through their chest, a metaphor that only those who know of love and have lost it know of, but for them, it was a foreign feeling. For the dragon that in a few months had learned to admire and truly love the tree. Yet they didnt know that, still oblivious to such reality. They’d grasp their chest as if wounded, and the tree would only frown, knowing that reaction far too well. Where the other was knowledgeable on the art of war and courtship from those they lived with, the cookie would know too well of the hardships of love and rejection. And so, he’d offer a hand, but the dragon would deny it, turning away from it as quickly as he offered it.

“My dear friend—”

“Stop” They’d spit out, still holding their chest as these emotions overpowered the dragon. “Your words hurt, and I dont know why…”

“Im sorry, but please, allow me to help—”

“I told you to stop!!” They’d spit out with rage, turning to see him with a fire that could burn the entire forest down “... I must go, goodbye, Millennial Tree Cookie”

And so, the hurt dragon would take flight in the air, fully knowing that if they didnt they’d do something stupid, and so, they’d run, tears welling in their eyes as they tried looking away from the forest that they grew to admire and love. The tree however would look at them fly away, knowing of the pain that hurt them, but love was a delicate thing, it wasnt something you force nor something that grows so quickly, at least to him, love was a slow fire that should burn for long before it extinguishes into the loveliest of smokes, allowing flowers to blossom. So, for now, Millennial tree cookie would hide into the forest, yet to be heard from.

The dragon would hide too, hide in their cavern, falling from the sky like a wounded bird as they cried. This unknown pain that consumed them was something that didnt bid to what dragons should be, to what their prideful nature bids, but even then they’d allow them to fold and cower, all for a cookie. If the others saw them, they’d probably think less of them, they’d mock them, they’d laugh and call them weak, and said pain sublimated into anger, an anger that burnt deep within their throat.

And suddenly, all of the gold they had amassed meant nothing, all of the treasures they had amassed meant nothing, and even in their rage, their heart felt heavy, and their longing rooted deep into their veins. And even in their rage, they couldnt bring themselves to destroy or hurt anything in their path, instead simply choosing to fall into a deep slumber, hoping that tomorrow would grow kinder on their beating heart.

Meanwhile the tree would think, he’d think for long moments, but they knew there was so much they could do. Oh, to be loved, a wonderful thing, even if for others it hurt. Days would pass, and winter would come, covering the forest in a beautiful wonderland of ice and snow. The tree would hide inside the bark of a tree, before a voice could be heard, a voice far too familiar.

“M-Millenial tree cookie” The dragon would speak, clear as day, yet with pangs of pain and hurt. “My tree, where are you within this snow?”

“(Y/N) Dragon Cookie!” Millennial Tree Cookie would speak as he’d leave the bark, a gasp leaving his lips as he’d gazed upon the state of the cookie.

Wounds lithered the body of the dragon, actual arrows piercing their body as the tree would rush to their side, worry filling their face as they’d contemplate what to do, holding the hand of the dragon in their as they’d attempt to make reason of what happened, of what went down in the land of dragons for such fate to overcome his friend.

“Oh my dear, what happened?” Millennial tree would exclaim, holding their hand close to his face, causing the dragon to wince, but smile.

“A fight has sprouted in the land of dragons” They’d speak. “Longan-Dragon Cookie wants to-Bring the past forward…”

“What?”

“You heard me, my tree… As I opposed it, I was caught in the warfare… I only wished to see your face one final time.” They’d smile, and the tree would frown before sighing.

“You wont crumble so quickly, my dear friend…” He’d speak, softly as ever. “Rest for now, I shall see you recover as winter takes its toll on the land, allow me to become your healer.”

And so, the dragon would fall into a deep slumber in the arms of the Millenary Tree, who’d take them under his wing to recover. And the days would pass by, and days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, they’d speak once again, like old friends who had reunited once again, and for once, would the dragon speak of their feelings to someone, would they bare themselves fully to the tree, and he’d listen like always, holding their hand, holding them close.

“That, my friend, is love” He’d speak gently. “Its a wonderful thing, something that moves lands, moves seas, moves even the strongest of winds.”

“Then why does it hurt so much?” They croaked, laying in his lap. He’d only chuckle, and smile at them.

“Because like all emotions, it can also hurt, it can also do bad, for love, many have done the wildest of things…”

Silence would overcome them, in the middle of the start of spring, as the dragon would gaze upon them, and then ask.

“Will you ever love me back?”

“...” The tree would stay quiet, a calm smile in their lips, and they’d sigh before answering. “Perhaps, only the future can tell, my darling.”

“And yet, you call me in such loving ways” They’d protest, but the tree would simply laugh it off, and the dragon would pout.

This would continue until the dragon was finally better off, having healed under the watchful gaze of their friend, but before they’d leave, they’d return to the tree, who with a watchful eye had been gazing at them as they prepared for flight. All good things had to end someday, after all, even if some things had changed.

“My tree…” The dragon would speak, lowering to one knee as they spoke with a sweetness and a tenderness that no dragon had known before, that the tree hadnt heard of before. “Even if Im aware of what your answer may be, please, just once, allow me to have you as my mate, allow me to be yours, allow me to be by your side from now on till the end of this earth… I’ll become your protector, your guardian, and I’ll leave behind all of my treasures to have the greatest one of them all—You”

“My dearest…” The tree was speechless, allowing the dragon to take his hand and kiss it like a knight would. “... All this time, you’ve been yearning for my love, for my affection, like a flame that cant be blown out… And even if I say refuse yet again—”

“Even then!” The dragon would stop them “Please, allow me to be here for you, to stay and protect you! I have no home in the land of dragons anymore, so please, allow me one second chance at life by your side”

And after years, the devotion of the dragon finally found the heart of the tree, whose cheeks blushed and whose eyes widened in surprise, before smiling, and lowering himself in one knee as well, holding their face in his hands.

“My dearest dragon…” They’d speak, their gentleness interchanged with love and affection. “I accept your proposal… Allow me to become yours, then, and allow us to unite in love… Allow me to be your mate”

And with a kiss, they’d seal the deal, the dragon becoming one with the trees, and the tree welcoming them in the life that surrounded him, and now, them. As so, legend says that nowadays, deep within the forest, you could find a dragon lingering in the roads and nooks of it, usually staying near the millennial tree, they’d wear with pride the crest of leaves and bark they had been gifted. All for their lover, all, for Millenial Tree Cookie.

#🌙;moonlit dreams #millenial tree cookie x reader #cookie run x reader #cookie run ovenbreak x reader #crob x reader

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batrogers · 29 days

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LINK, CHILD OF THE KOKIRI Ocarina of Time, Majora’s Mask, Hyrule Warriors

[From my original Linkverse, That Broken Promise]

GENDER: Male (afab) PRONOUNS: He/Him or Gerudo “She” HEIGHT: 5'3" AGE: 20 [27?] HEALTH: Throat & Stomach scars, severe PTSD with violent startle response.

WEAPONS: Sword, Mirror Shield, Bow & Arrow ITEMS: Enchanted bag, Ocarina of Time, Fierce Deity Mask, Goron’s Bracelet, Lens of Truth SPELLS: Din’s Fire, Farore’s Wind, Nayru’s Love

Kokiri grew up, from ten to seventeen, in a past before his own birth and was pulled back to a future he almost no longer believed real. Zelda returned him to that original, deciding moment when they first met after his quest was done, but Hyrule had no more use for a boy of prophecy when the Triforce had always been broken. He travelled to Termina, then stayed with the Gerudo when his return to Hyrule turned sour. Shortly after, he was snagged through a portal into a strange place, rescued a young woman and found himself with little choice but to tag along with a Hylian army against a witch, a resurrected Ganondorf, and several others like him. Once the witch and Ganondorf were both defeated for good, he was returned to his time once again, this time (he hoped) for good. Unfortunately, the peace didn’t last at home either. Shortly before everything happened, he split his time between Nabooru, Zelda, and Malon as he tried to find peace again.

Kokiri is a bitter young man, with a sharp sense of humour and a tendency to pick at things he doesn’t trust will last. He is also deeply protective of others and sympathetic to seeing someone struggle. If he can step in to ease their pain, he will. He is as quick to laugh as he is to anger, and often regrets his actions when the moment has passed. His relationship with Zelda is strained more by his actions than anything she’s done in this time. Zelda and Malon both have no idea where he is, and do not expect to know.

Kokiri does not speak, learned literacy from Nabooru when he was twelve, and sign language while in Termina. Glossed as ASL.

Kokiri is bisexual, and extremely selective about who he lets touch him. He’s open to a lot of things once his trust is earned, and to many people’s surprise he is sleeping with Zelda still.

CURRENT MEDIA: Blue Gem Earrings, rated G (for now), backstory fic Unwise, Unknown, and Forbidden, rated E Overflow, rated M for violence and mature themes In Another Time, fanart (semi-spoilery) Three WIPs

Songs from the Playlist for Kokiri: Dance on the Moon, by AURORA To Be Loved (feat. AURORA), by Askjell Teeth, by Dirty Land Not Ready To Make Nice, by The Chicks

#TBP Kokiri #That Broken Promise AU #Ocarina of Time #Majora's Mask #LOZ: OoT #Including a teaser of a later outfit #that'll show up soon-ish #Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time #Did I suffer to make his shirt sheer #yes yes I did #my art

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