The idea of Longan Dragon Cookie—the cold, ruthless, and feared Ivory Dragon—being in a relationship? Unthinkable. They barely smiled, their gaze never softening from its usual piercing intensity. And yet, somehow, you—another dragon—managed to break through that icy exterior.

It started with them requesting your presence more often. Then, private moments shared just between the two of you. Conversations that stretched longer than expected, lingering touches that neither of you acknowledged aloud. And eventually… an egg. Yours and theirs.

Now, here you were, watching as the shell finally cracked open, revealing a small dragon stirring inside. It stretched its tiny limbs, cooing softly, its scales shimmering faintly in the dim light. A perfect mix of both of you.

You gently lifted the hatchling into your arms, running a clawed finger over its delicate form in an attempt to soothe it. It let out a soft chirp, curling against your warmth. Glancing at your co-parent beside you, you met Longan’s usual winter-cold gaze—though this time, a faint softness lingered beneath it, like frost beginning to melt.

Without a word, they took the hatchling from your arms, cradling it carefully. For a moment, silence hung between you, heavy yet fragile. Then, as the little one looked up at them, its round eyes blinking in wonder… it burst into tears once again.

Longan sighed, their tail flicking in mild exasperation. “It appears they’ve inherited your volume” they muttered.

And yet, despite their tone, they didn’t hand the hatchling back. Instead, they held it just a little closer.