Prune Juice Cookie (CookieRun: Kingdom) x Reader
Relationship: Romantic with Prune Juice Cookie
Summary: The reader give him rare ingredients harvest by themself/himself/herself.
You ran, and ran, and ran again, trying to escape the monster hunting you down. You had reached your goal: taking a dragon scale. However, you hadn't planned for the fact that you would wake it up. Okay, maybe you had a plan, but, you see, you're actually in the middle of putting it into action now. Yeah, your only idea for escaping a millennial dragon was to rely on your little, weak legs. You don't know how you're still alive, but you are. And if you want to stay that way, you have to keep using every part of your body.
You run, jump, dodge, step over obstacles, and somehow manage to reach β not without difficulty β a safe place. You take a moment to catch your breath, but you're still buzzing with adrenaline, way too excited to stay still.
You squat down and place your knapsack in front of you. You take out a book and flip it open to the pages marked with post-its in your favorite color. You check if you have all the ingredients, your gaze flickering nervously between the book and your bag. Everythingβs here. You were way too excited to hand over your hard-earned ingredients to Prune Juice Cookie and then go home to rest and nurse your scratches. So, without further hesitation, you head straight to your favorite Cookie's house.
When you arrive, you open the door and wander between the aisles, heading straight for Prune Juice's potion workshop (if you can call it that). When you push open the door, you give a little more force than you intended, and it slams violently against the wall, startling the Cookie who was mischievously stirring a mixture in his cauldron.
The delicious scent of prune juice fills your senses and instantly relaxes you. You think you might have really scared him, because he looks at you as if you were the terrible dragon you had just escaped from.
"Do you think I welcome savages into my home?" he says, adjusting his hat properly.
"Sorry, I can't contain my energy..." you notice you're speaking slower than usual, and your whole body feels heavy. The sofa you had set up for yourself, for watching Prune Juice prepare his potions, calls to you, and you can't stop your legs from moving toward that irresistible artifact (and yes, still talking about the sofa, not the Cookie, hehehe...). Meanwhile, Prune Juice Cookie starts stirring the potion again in slow, circular movements.
"I'm just very excited!" you continue, flopping onto the couch.
"Is that a reason to interrupt me during a meticulous preparation?" He turns to you β only to see you already fast asleep, clutching your knapsack.
Prune Juice Cookie sighs. Examining you, he notices the injuries covering your body. He leaves you alone for a moment, then returns with the Booksellerβs Monocle. Peering through the crystal-clear lens, he makes your injuries disappear one by one. Then he removes his cape and gently drapes it over you, lingering just a little too long, watching your peaceful face.
Two hours pass before you finally wake up. Slowly regaining consciousness, you sit up.
"Is it my fault your house smells so... soporific?"
"No, but it is your fault for showing up here obviously exhausted and injured," he scolds.
You lower your head and mumble a small "sorry." Prune Juice sighs again and says:
"Anyway, how did you get hurt in the first place?"
This simple question reignites all your previous excitement. You suddenly leap from the couch and dash up to him, stopping less than a meter away, surprising him again.
"In fact, I didn't hurt myself all alone!"
"Luckily, otherwise youβd really be a lost cause."
You deliberately ignore the jab.
"Well, I brought you some presents!"
You hold out your satchel and press it against his chest. He takes it, eyeing you suspiciously, then finally opens it. As soon as he lays eyes on the contents, his pupils start to glow. He abruptly looks up at you, stammering.
"H-How did you get this? Did you seek it alone?! No, that's too dangerous, only an unconscious Cookie would do that... How much did you pay?"
"A brave Cookie like me doesnβt need money!" you say proudly.
You think you might have broken him, because he's just standing there, staring at you with his mouth slightly open. He shakes his head to snap out of it. With a giggle, you start explaining:
"First step: steal one of your books gathering all kinds of magical ingredients."
He gives you a look that's both doubtful and annoyed.
"Then, make a list of all the interesting ones. Donβt forget to do some research, scout for the ingredients, prepare strategies to collect them, and plan the order based on their storage capacity. And finally, I picked them! It took me so long, more than four months!... Hope you like it!"
"Like it?! Do you even realize how rare some of these ingredients are?! Of course you do, you read my notes."
"Thanks for that, by the way! It helped a lot in choosing the relevant ones. You're really brilliant, you know!"
"Of course I am!" he answers, looking away, pretending to be more interested in the bagβs contents. As he does, he spots a flask full of honey among the Bell Pepper BoltPairs and a pouch full of Ash Moonstone. He pulls out the flask, gives it a gentle shake, opens it, and takes a deep breath.
"Is that... a flask of Dear Honey!? How? The Queen Bee only gives her mellifluous nectar to those who prove genuine love."
"Yep! I donβt really know why she let me take her honey. I just told her I wanted to gather ingredients for a precious friend who loves brewing potions."
Maybe you lied a little. No big deal β you didnβt just call Prune Juice Cookie a "friend," after all. That was probably why the Queen gave you her blessing.
Prune Juice, who is no fool, quickly realizes that if you mentioned him to the Queen Bee, it means you might feel something... stronger than friendship. He can't finish that thought, too embarrassed. He mumbles:
"Is it me, or is it getting warmer here?"
"You said something?" you ask, tilting your head.
"Ah, you brought a Bitter Lime Piece!"
"I know you like your potions bitter, hehe."
"That's very kind of you," he says, starting to organize the new ingredients.
You skip closer, almost dancing, proud and satisfied, knowing you definitely touched him with your gift β and thankfully so, after so much effort. You stand next to him, just a little behind. The prune scent is even stronger from here. You rummage through your bag again, grab a random ingredient, and offer it to him. He looks at you before resting his hand on the box you're holding β touching your hand in the process.
"I'm really happy you like it! Truly."
You stay like that, gazing at each other for several seconds. Then he moves away to place the box on a shelf, murmuring a thank you.
"Iβd love to stay longer, but after all these adventures, itβs getting late. I must go home. See you tomorrow!"
He doesnβt even have time to respond β youβre already gone, leaving him alone, his arm still awkwardly raised. He stands there motionless for a few minutes before adjusting his hat, as if trying to hide a (slightly purple) blush on his cheeks. Then he sighs, muttering about how reckless you are. When he finally finishes putting away all the gifts, he notices the book lying next to the satchel on the table. Curious, he flips it open to the pages marked with post-its he definitely doesnβt remember placing.
Indeed, they were yours. They were filled with notes like "Could be interesting to give," "No chance, it's too late to harvest this flower," "Such a cute plant <3." On the Bitter Lime Piece page, there's even a sticky note that says "This one reminds me of him!" making him pause longer. Some pages are also filled with doodles β a cute version of you, or a cartoonish drawing of him with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. That makes him chuckle, though he can't stop himself from muttering "absurd."
The last post-it makes Prune Juice Cookieβs heart skip a beat:
"I really hope heβll love my gift. I prepared it with all my love!"
He slams the book shut with a loud thud.
"H-How can you turn everything into... into a sentimental scene?! You... you stupid adorable thing!" he huffs, his voice cracking halfway.
"How do you make me feel like this?"
Glancing around nervously, as if someone might be spying on him, he slowly, almost reverently, reopens the book.
He treats it as though it were something sacred, or forbidden... something too precious to touch, yet impossible to resist.
His curiosity β and perhaps something softer β wins again.
Meanwhile, youβre not doing much better having a full fangirl meltdown alone in your bedroom.
Note: I made a reader so sweet <3
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