Taken by the Dragon Collector

Felix x F Reader

W: yandere behavior, brief threats of physical harm

Felix had dedicated his life to hunting the most miraculous humans, the most beautiful, the most powerful, the strongest, and the most magically inclined. He was fascinated with what made them tick. Humans shouldn't naturally have magic. In his personal opinion, it was a bit of an abomination actually. Humans were meant to be servile, toiling around in the dirt with no wings or fins or fangs to protect them. That they should be dominated seemed to simply be the nature of things and he had no intention of fussing with that.

No, really, what he had was morbid curiosity and perhaps nothing else to do. Dragons' lives were very long and they had few natural enemies. Felix was a scholar at heart and something drew him to collecting. Over the years he'd captured and tamed hundreds of powerful, talented humans. Some cooperated with his experiments and lived in relative luxury in his castle; others had far too much pride, in his opinion, and had to be locked away for everyone's safety.

Each one was more miraculous than the next. One man could draw fire from his hands like a fire fairy, but tests revealed he had no fire fairy blood in him. Another person could screech so loud they could break glass. Their vocal chords were fascinating to study. It seemed to be a totally natural phenomenon.

Still, after years and years of collecting he hadn't found...perhaps the human he was looking for? Something still drew him to scouring the planet looking for...something. So naturally, he was quite surprised when he found you simpering and sniffling in a corner of his castle with tears on your face. You were just a maid. You had no special magic, you weren't exceptionally beautiful, and your biggest talent was that you could make a boiled egg better than any of the other kitchen staff. It came out perfect every time with your technique, but that was it.

"Why are you crying little one?" he asked, perhaps because he was bored. Otherwise he would have probably walked right past you. He'd never noticed you before, though you'd worked in the kitchen peeling potatoes and boiling eggs for a few years. He'd had your famous boiled egg for breakfast every day for a long time without even knowing who cooked it.

You lived in a small cottage near the castle and came to work in the kitchen every day from sunrise until everyone had their last meal. Then you hurried home to the safety and comfort of your old hay mattress.

Our eyes filled with terror when you realised the master of the castle was talking to you and you quickly righted yourself, trying to rub the soup one of his talented humans had dumped on your head off of your face.

"I-it's n-nothing my lord," you stammered, trying to slip past his huge form.

He was just scraping nine feet tall, not including the silver horns emerging from his head. You tried not to let your eyes linger on the glittering scales that clung just above his cheekbones and along his jaw or his silver eyes.

"Stop right there," he said, grabbing your shoulder with his big hand and swinging you back around to face him, "answer honestly when your master asks you a question."

You blushed, unsure what to say. You didn't want to tattle on Mira, the talented human who'd waited too long to eat her soup and threw a tantrum when it was cold hours after you'd delivered it. She was far more important and interesting than you, despite her temper. She could lift objects with her mind. You could boil an egg. You were not the same.

"I need to get Miss Mira more soup," you decided to say, ignoring the glob of meat that wetly slid out of your hair and smacked on the floor with a splat.

"I-I'll clean that up, right away," you assured him, bending to wipe up the mess you were making with your apron.

The dragon frowned looking you up and down and tapping his chin. There was something about you that he liked. He wasn't exactly sure what. You certainly weren't remarkable and you looked a mess covered in red soup with bits of vegetables and meat in your hair. Regardless, he was curious about you.