i'll write cookie flavored fluff for you!!! please read rules before requesting. if you request a pair, please make sure to specify you want it romantically! an x also works.
please note i’ve never closed requests, i’ve just been Hiatus in the quarantine!!! it will take time but i’ll try to get to most of the requests... i’m focusing on the older ones, though
Hero looks up to meet Pitaya’s eyes with a frown. The two of them are gathered near Dragon’s Valley. The other sits in front of him with a smile, their wings flapping, showing their amusement.
Hero Cookie frowns at them. His helmet is off, now a table for the board that Pitaya found. Hero’s character figure is on it, alongside several other characters that surround it.
“I’m starting to think you might just be a bad Dungeon Master,” Hero frowns. He gestures to the board. “I don’t think anyone could get out of this situation.”
“You underessstimate yourssself, Hero.” They chortle, waving his character sheet. “Roll a few good rollssss, and you’ll win.”
Hero throws a D20 at their face which they swiftly dodge, cackling. “How is anyone supposed to get out of challenging three dragons at once?”
“Oh, don’t forget their ‘heroesss’ asss well.”
“Don’t get me started on that.” Hero throws his head into his hands. “Aren’t you supposed to make it so I have a fair chance at winning this?”
“Perhapsss.” They tap the enemy pieces. “Want to give it a try?”
“You’re horrible.”
“Perhapsss.”
“Okay, fine.” Hero frowns, staring at the dice. “Can I roll to try and convince them to not attack me?”
They gesture to the board. “Roll for charisma. Oh, and for ssstrength.”
He gives them a dubious look. “Why strength?”
Pitaya gives him a grin. “You’ll sssee.”
The sound of dice hitting the board comes, and Hero lets out a groan.
“Ooh, a twenty.” Pitaya raises their eyebrows. “Not bad.”
“For strength, maybe. I failed charisma, though.”
“Hmm.” Pitaya hums. “The heroesss aren’t impresssed with your attemptsss at convincing them. However, the dragonsss are impresssed with you, having heard your featsss of ssstrength from the town over.”
Hero blinks at them. “So, I passed?”
"You know, I wasssn’t even intending to have you fight them.” They grin. “That wasss your idea.”
Pitaya cackles once more as the board is thrown at them.
anon are you in luck because ive come out of my hiatus to show you my roguecotton fics ive never posted.
She taps her pen on the side of her chin. Her legs sway back and forth as she writes and erases every word on her paper.
“To the sugar sweet cookie who caught my eye…”
Her voice is soft, barely able to be heard by those around her. Their chatter and slurping and laughs overpower the cookie’s words. Not that she minds. Her words are not for them, anyhow.
“To the dearest one of all…”
She clicks her tongue and throws her head in her hands. “No, no! This isn’t right at all!”
She crumples the letter and throws it towards the trashcan, where other letters decorate it. Those around her don’t acknowledge the action, save one, who raises an eyebrow.
She averts her eyes and groans a little more quietly. Why couldn’t writing something be easy for once?
She huffs, taking a new piece of paper from her bag.
“Your eyes are as bright as candy… Ugh!”
“Excuse me, but are you alright?”
She blinks.
In front of her is a cookie, looking at her with what she can only describe as both bemusement and concern.
“You seemed to have been rather… preoccupied since I entered.” They give a small chuckle, sipping their drink. “Is something the matter?”
“Oh, no! I’m,” she stammers, “I’m alright! I’m… I’m just writing.”
“Oh?” The cookie peers over her shoulder. “Is it a letter?”
She nods, clutching the letter close to her chest. “It’s for a cookie I can’t contact, but…”
They take a seat beside her. “You still write anyways?”
She nods, letting out a sigh. “It was love at first sight… I can’t help but think about them no matter what!”
They raise an eyebrow. “What is their name?”
“Ah…” She taps the side of her head. “I think it was Roguefort Cookie?”
Their smile seems to stiffen. “Them, hm?”
“They’re quite the charmer,” she sighs. “If you saw them, you’d know why!”
“I don’t see exactly what the fuss is,” they smile, leaning back on their chair. “They’re rather glamorous, certainly, but it isn’t quite too much to think about them often? You may never see them again.”
“It’s been a tough week trying to find them,” she admits, toying with the paper. “But their charming voice… The way they move… Ah! It’s just too much!”
“You’re quite set on finding them, hm?”
“I can’t find them if they don’t want to be found.” She leans back on her chair, looking at all her letters. “But I really, really want to tell them how amazing they are…”
“I’m sure they know,” the cookie grins.
“They should! Ah, their figure dancing in the moonlight… The day I met them was amazing,” she giggles. “If only you had seen them.”
The cookie smiles at her, eyeing the paper. “You aren’t easily detered, hm?”
She shrugs, glancing away. “It’s not that I’m not upset with them for giving me a fake address, but… there’s something about them.”
“The elusivity, the secrets…” She sighs. “Doesn’t that make anyone want to learn more about a cookie?”
The cookie sips their drink. “What if they aren’t who you thought they were?”
“That’s on me,” she says. “But that doesn’t matter… I want to know whoever they really are!”
“After all, when you really, really know someone… That’s when you fall in love again.” She turns to the cookie with a smile. “And I’m ready to do just that!”
The cookie coughs, nearly sputtering out their drink.
“Ah!” She gasps, taking their drink from their hand. “Are you alright? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you spit it out…”
“No, no, I’m… quite alright.” They cough, wiping their mouth with tissue. “Your words, well… took me by surprise.”
“Ah… Is it that strange?” she frets.
“Not by much,” they shrug. “It’s not something I hear very often, is all.”
She tilts her head. “Is that… good? I can’t tell.”
They smile. “Perhaps. My drink, my dear?”
She murmurs apologies as she hands over the cup. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking…”
“No need to apologize,” they giggle. “It was nice meeting you.”
“Same to you, ah…” She fumbles with her paper. “I’m not sure if you told me your name.”
The cookie’s eyes widen. “Ah, my mistake! My name is Roquefort Cookie. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Ah, I’m Cotton Candy…” She smiles. “Will I see you around?”
“Only time will tell.” They pick up their drink, and bow with a smile. “Until next time.”
They leave, dripping their drink as they walk. Cotton Candy stares at the empty space they once were and sits.
“To the dearest cookie I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing…”
The words come and flow more freely, now. She hums, thinking of bright eyes and a warm presence beside her.
They say people have three faces. Hero Cookie thinks most people have two. But the faces was more metaphorical, right? And they probably didn’t mean the whole alter ego thing. This was also not something most people had, either.
Maybe he has three faces.
The witch needed better things to do with her time.
Wait, no, back to the point.
People have faces they don’t always show each other. Case in point: DJ Cookie.
It’s almost surprising, really, how no one has called them out on it. Maybe he’s just better at picking up secret identities when he has one of his own. Or maybe it’s because DJ’s alter ego is just... them in normal clothing. It’s jarring to see them without their trademark grin and music.
They’re just there, sitting in cafe, reading a book. He wouldn’t even have thought it was them if it weren’t for their hair. And if they hadn’t arranged to meet up here, anyway.
Then again, it’s not like theirs was much of a secret identity anyways.
“What are you reading?” Hero asks, peering at their book.
DJ squeaks. Their eyes widen and they close the book shut. “Nothing. Caramel Cookie, when did you get here?”
Hero shrugs and gives them a smile. “Only a while ago. Did you get my message?”
“There might have been a vibration,” DJ cookie mumbles, face red. “I didn’t check it.”
"Oh, well! I’m here now at least, right? So, DJ, what did you think about last week’s issue?”
“Of the comics based on Hero Cookie?” Upon Hero’s nod, DJ frowns. “I don’t know... I liked it, but isn’t it kind of weird to make a comic about an actual cookie? He probably finds it weird.”
Hero grins at them. They knew there was a reason he liked them. “Good points! I’ve heard that they’ve got permission from the hero himself, so it should be fine.”
“Really? Good for him,” DJ snorts. “At least he’s got some heads up. Still think it’d be weird, though.”
“True enough! Speaking of reading, can i see that book, DJ?”
DJ gestures to their book. “...This one? It’s... it’s my notebook.”
“You were the one who told me to come and read it!” Hero huffs. “Remember?”
“Right!” They fumble. “Right, right. Ah...”
Hero frowns. He opens his mouth, about to ask them if they’re okay, when he hears it.
There’s a long, loud mechanical whirring that surrounds them. From the kitchens, they can hear a metallic voice call out to all the cookies in the store.
“Operative... destroy pancakes.”
He really appreciates the idea of his life being like a comic, but universe, could he please spend some time with DJ?
Hero lets out a dramatic gasp regardless. “I need to warn Pancake Cookie! DJ, you should get to a safe place!”
He drags them out of the store before running off in a direction Pancake is decidedly not on. He then flicks open his watch, inputting a small code.
The suit flies towards him, landing in front of him with a small thump. He hops in, hoping this would be quick.
There’s a long list of cursing in DJ Cookie’s head right now and a lot of that could be blamed on a certain caramel cookie.
No, not Caramel Cookie. They could blame it on him, if they wanted, but most of the blame should be on Hero Cookie. Especially after he had very openly admitted that the robots may have followed him.
He was apologizing for the attack when mentioning it, but still.
Maybe getting mad at Hero for being in the same cafe as them was petty. They can do petty, though, considering the attack caused their friend to run off to who knows where.
“...And I’m glad no one got hurt!” Hero continues. DJ glares at him with as much force as they can. “I’m so sorry about all the damages.”
The shop owners reassure him that it’s fine, of course, they had meant to update their mixers anyways. They’re not sure why they bothered to buy mixers that labelled their power levels by food items.
They eye the owners, waiting patiently for them to leave. They know how it feels to be called out in the middle of a show, after all. Better to wait for this kind of conversation when he only had one person to explain to.
“What do you mean no one got hurt?”
Hero Cookie winces.
He doesn’t want to talk to the voice’s owner now. Not when Caramel Cookie, a very good friend of theirs, was meant to be with them. Really, can he please go?
“Did you get hurt, citizen?” he says anyways. “Should I call the hospital?”
“Caramel Cookie’s gone.” DJ says it with a snarl and a frown affixed upon their face. “How can you say no one got hurt?”
Because he’s right here, he doesn’t say. “I’m sure he’s fine. I can take one last look around area for you, if that helps you feel better.”
“I’m coming with.”
“I’ll report back to you right away,” he says, but DJ’s stance is firm. “It’ll be faster on my own.”
“I want to see him as soon as I can.”
Hero’s glad for the suit, because he’s honestly not sure what kind of face he’s making. There are only so many ways you can deal with a friend looking for your alter ego while talking to you.
“Well,” Hero begins.
He flies off without a word.
DJ Cookie is debating becoming a supervillain.
This would make them much pettier than they’d believe. Their backstory would consist of them being pissed at how off handedly Hero handled the idea of a hurt citizen when no one was around to see. At least Caramel was nearby, directed by be sounds of a suit whirring up.
Although they had to admit, if they worded it right, their backstory would sound way less petty than it actually was.
They hum, tapping a pencil to their cheek. Maybe what they were working on could be their theme song. Not nessecarily a villain one. Just one for fun.
They scribble a few thoughts in their notebook. Scales, instruments, and beats. They close it a few moments a later, a grin on their face. Maybe they’d ask Caramel for his thoughts. He had to know a few themes songs, didn’t he?
They shelve the notebook onto their shelf. The amount made their room feel a little cramped, actually. Not that they minded. They murmur a melody under their breath, trying to tune it and make it sound right. It would be nice to finish their song before the next performance, after all.
They’re only broken out of their thoughts when they hear a tap on the window.
There outside their apartment was Hero Cookie. He floats slightly, supported by his rocket thrusters. He waves with one hand and holds a familiar looking book in the other.
The windows open before he can even speak. “You got my notebook!”
“I was going to return it to you.” They can hear the embarassment in his voice. “I, um... also wanted to apologize.”
“Okay.”
“Um.” He pauses, before taking a look at DJ’s face, then continues. “Right... I should clear up first that I already found Caramel before you mentioned him.”
DJ raises an eyebrow.
“I didn’t know they were Caramel Cookie!” He holds his hands up in defense. “He just looked out of place, lost, and needed directions.”
“So why did you just fly away, then?” They glare at him.
Hero takes a deep breath and sighs. “I panicked.”
“...You panicked.”
“I’m not supposed to take civilians with me and you weren’t budging, so...”
“You left.”
“I left.”
DJ sighs. “A’ight. That one’s on me then. Thanks for helping my friend.”
“No problem! It’s all part of the job.” He hands them their book back. “I take it you aren’t mad at me anymore?”
“More annoyed, but yeah.” DJ shrugs. “It was kind of petty of me to get mad at you for ruining my shot.”
Hero pauses. “Shot at what?”
“At confessing,” DJ coughs into their hand. “I was going to leave a confession note in this book, but. You know.”
“I... see.” Hero tilts his head. “Who’s it for?”
DJ gives him an irediculous look. “You have one guess.”
“Cookie with the heart eyes.”
“It’s Caramel Cookie.” They must sound as exasperated as they feel, because Hero looks utterly embarassed at not getting it right the first time. He coughs into his hand, not facing them anymore.
“Oh! My apologies.” His voice is a little more high pitched than normal. “I was just thinking, that, perhaps I could give it for you?”
DJ’s eyes light up. “You would?”
“I don’t see why not! Considering I, um, had inconvinient timing.” He offers a hand out for the book.
They place the book into his hands with a big grin. “Thanks, Hero.”
Hero Cookie holds the book close to his chest and dies.
Maybe he was wrong earlier. His life wasn’t becoming a comic; it was becoming fanfiction. It’s that thought that makes him almost glad that at least fanfictions give their pairing happy endings.
He flies home, already opening his phone to call DJ on the way back. If anything, he’ll make sure this story ends well.
The kingdom should have more than one knight. And it does, in fact. There are an abundance of them. The sight isn’t uncommon enough that one would wonder if the kingdom had any at all.
But that itself was what was strange. For in the kingdom, whenever you mentioned a knight, there would be a general agreement that there is only one knight you could be talking about.
Said cookie had his gaze fixtated directly in front of him. He frowns, pointedly ignoring the pestering coming from the other cookie beside him.
“You.” Raspberry’s voice is firm as he glares at the other. “You’re the knight cookie!”
His frown deepens. “That is my name, sir.”
Well, that made more sense than he expected. He clicked his tongue, leaning against the wall.
“I’m still on my shift, sir.” His expression remained neutral, but his voice gave away his contempt. “If there’s a problem, you can express it to my superiors.”
Raspberry huffs. “Maybe I’ll take up your attitude with them. Clearly I’m not welcome.”
“With all due respect,” he says as he rolls his eyes, “I’m not entirely sure you are. I haven’t heard of your house scheduling a visit with the princess.”
“Of course not!” He glares at the other. “I’m here to visit my family. Obviously.”
Knight puts his head in his hands. “Why are you actually here. Who let you in.”
“My younger sister.”
“Your younger sister,” he echoed. “Of course. Neopotism.”
“I was answering both of your questions!” Raspberry rolls his eyes. “She seems think I’d do well meeting you.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Clearly she’s wrong somewhere. All this meeting has done is distract me.”
“Excuse me?! I’m a guest!”
“Of whose, exactly? This isn’t exactly my house.”
“Augh!” Raspberry points to Knight, glaring at him all the while. “That’s it! I challenge you to a duel!”
“No.”
Raspberry blinks. Knight’s expression hasn’t shifted despite his proclomation.
“Scared you’ll lose?” He smirks.
“That I’ll lose my job, sure.”
“You’d lose your job if you don’t duel me!”
“Throwing your house’s status around is not the best way to get what you want.”
“You must think very highly of yourself if you reject me!”
“I am trying to do my job, sir.”
“Remember this, then.” Raspberry points at Knight’s throat. “I’ll find a way to have you accept that duel!”
“Please try when I’m not trying to guard the castle,” he dryly remarks.
Raspberry huffs and runs off, his face red as could be. “I’ll remember this!”
The rest of Knight’s shift is uneventful, but filled with a looming feeling of dread.
“He’s going to come back, isn’t he.” He leans back with a snort.
He has a feeling his shifts will be far from boring now, at least.
Dark pistachio fluff ? I find it very cute and Beautiful
"You still have it.”
It’s a statement, not a question. Dark Choco looks up to the speaker.
Pistachio is by the entryway of his castle. At least, of what it used to be. The kingdom has long ago been destroyed by darkness. All that remains is the rubble and remenants that Dark Enchantress did not think fit to destroy.
That, and all that Dark Choco could not bring himself to destroy either. Not even with the sword humming in his hands, asking him to destroy the castle alongside the already shattered kingdom.
She gives the place a once over before turning her gaze to him. Her eyebrow is raised, waiting for an answer.
He sighs and gives her one.
“I can’t... let go of it, Pistachio.” There’s a certain finality in his tone. He slumps against the broken walls, wondering if it would break. “If I could, I would.”
She huffs. “I’ve always thought your quest was foolish.”
“Well, looking back, it is.”
He doesn’t quite meet her eyes, only turning back to stare at the walls of his castle. Silence joins him. For a moment, he thinks Pistachio will say something for the sake of noise.
Instead, he sees her standing right beside him.
“When I was little,” she says, “I’ve always thought that all I wanted was to live in a castle like this. It always looked nice in the news.”
He tilts his head. Pistachio continues. “Well, we both know what happened after, anyway. The prince of my kingdom had gone. In my journey to find him, I found my purpose.”
“I still think I’d like a castle.” She gestures to the walls with her spear. “Maybe one in better shape. No offense.”
He stares at her, trying to figure out what her expression meant. “What exactly are you trying to say...?”
“I didn’t exactly expect to end up here,” she says, gesturing to the entire castle and him, “but I’m trying to make the best of it.”
“It’s very hard to make the best of a cursed sword that can control your every movement,” he remarks, dryly.
She puts her head in her hands. “That isn’t what I meant!”
“That’s... what it sounded like.” He sighs again, slumping more against the wall. “What do you mean, then?”
“You’ve been trying to do it alone.”
He frowns. “Pistachio... You should know how dangerous it is... to involve someone else.”
“I can handle myself!” She thumps her chestplate fiercely. It makes a hollow sound. “Having someone else would help you, anyway.”
Dark Choco glares at her, frowning. “You can’t... Even being around me is dangerous.”
Pistachio tilts her head. “So why haven’t you chased me off this time?”
“Hassle,” he murmurs, hiding his face. “Why do you keep looking for me?”
It’s a rhetorical question. She answers it anyway. “Former admiration, for one.”
“Former.”
She flicks him square in the forehead. “I wasn’t done.”
“Then you seemed pitiable.” Dark Choco groans as she says this. “At some point you just looked lonely.”
“So it’s just pity,” he remarks.
She shrugs. “Pity would have never gotten me this far.”
Pistachio then positions her spear to lean behind against the wall. She takes out her phone and waves it in front of Dark Choco’s face.
“Do you know what this is?”
The screen is bright, depicting a cookie running. It’s... somewhat familiar, in a way he can’t place. He turns to Pistachio giving him a very serious look. He sighs.
“It’s... a cookie.”
“I meant the object.”
“...It’s a phone.”
Pistachio nods.
“Why do you want me to know about phones...?”
“You need friends!” she says, bluntly. “And friends play games together.”
He gives her a long look. “You’re... trying to befriend me.”
To her credit, she isn’t trying to deny it. She just shrugs and offers the phone to him. “Is it working?”
Dark Choco is beginning to wonder how he got into this situation.
He turns to his sword. It gives off a low hum. The curse is far away from him today, then.
He sighs and takes it. “You are... going to teach me how to play, I take it?”
“No,” she snorts. She takes the other end of her phone. “This isn’t a cooperative game. I hope you learn best by watching, prince.”
She postively demolishes him in several matches. And every time he hears the sword call louder to him in between their games, she finds a way to make her voice louder.
The prince smiles a little for the first time in a long while. The knight, despite her serious demeanor, smiles back.
Popcorn x cherry Blossom? Pretty rare I know, but it's soooo cute!
Sometimes in life, you just have to sit outside for once instead of watching movies. Okay, you actually like going outside. It’s just that, when someone gets the impression you don’t, it’s kind of hard to refute that!
So sometimes in life, speaking generally, this is how you can find yourself with some kind of scheduled outing with Cherry Blossom. And by generally speaking, no one is being fooled by this, actually. This is just Popcorn’s life now. This is her life, and she is just going to have to live with that.
“More tea?” Cherry Blossom asks.
“Thanks!” She takes the tea and puts a whole spoonful of sugar in it.
It’s not that she minds. Really! Cherry Blossom is great. Popcorn likes talking with her. They exchange snack recommendations sometimes. But. Even the most out of date cookie has to admit this is kind of...
“It’s nice of you to join me, Popcorn! I haven’t seen you outside in days.”
...sad? Weird? Pitiful? Is this how she’s getting dates now? She is so tired.
She does go outside. Anyone can tell you that! She just got hooked on a new series, lately, and it’s the kind that has more than 7 seasons. And, come on, she has to write a review on it. The thing’s practically full of plot holes and everything. It’s awful.
Okay, so maybe she hasn’t gone outside lately. But Cherry Blossom doesn’t need to know that.
“I do go out!” She huffs in protest. “You just don’t see me!”
A wry smile shows herself on Cherry Blossom’s expression. She offers Popcorn a plate. “A biscuit?”
She grins, then, and takes a handful of them. “If you’re giving them!”
Popcorn shoves a handful of them in her mouth. In between bites, she says, “Sorry I didn’t bring anything! I don’t think popcorn is the best thing for picnics.”
“Anything’s good for picnics!” She pauses. “Maybe not everything, but popcorn would be nice.”
She takes a note of that. “I’ll bring some next time! Got any faveorites?”
“You have more flavors?” Cherry Blossom’s eyes widen.
“Sure!” Popcorn grins. “I’ll bring a sample size for you!”
Cherry Blossom laughs. “I hope it really will be a sample size! Oh, maybe I can bring some new snacks, too!”
“I can bring the movies,” she says, laughing alongside her. “A screening outside the house! It’ll be fun!”
“As long as it gets you out of the house!” Cherry Blossom smiles. “Not much point in this if you aren’t out with me, after all.”
Who told Cherry Blossom she doesn’t go out. She would like a word with them. Many words. So many, it wouldn’t fit in a typical review of hers.
“I do go out, come on.” Popcorn huffs. “Where do you think I get my awesome cool fashion?”
Cherry Blossom grins. “Online, maybe!”
Popcorn gasps dramatically. “How could you! I go out and buy them!”
“Who’s to say, Popcorn?” she smiles. “Maybe you get them from your friends!”
“They’re not my style.” Popcorn turns around, like a actor in a movie ready to monologue. “Wouldn’t be worth it.”
Then she comes back, throwing Cherry Blossom a smile. “Oh, but your outfit’s really nice!”
And it is. But anything would look good on Cherry Blossom! Seriously, they could swap closets and she would still look good.
Actually.
“Oh, hey, CB!” Popcorn tosses her glasses over to her. “Catch!”
Bewildered, she catches the glasses in the nick of time. Which is a relief, because she likes those. They’re star shaped and it’s great.
She holds the glasses in her hand, looking at it. “Can I have them?”
“No!” Popcorn says a little too quickly. She coughs, then continues. “I want you to try them on!”
Cherry Blossom tilts her head, then shrugs. She puts the glasses on.
“These are comfortable!” She gasps.
Popcorn smiles, taking out her phone. “Glasses are for wearing! Of course they’re comfortable.”
“A lot of people would say otherwise,” she smiles back. She hands back the glasses to her. “But thanks! Did you get a nice picture?”
“Sure did.” She taps a little on her phone. “I’ve sent it to you! You can check it out later.”
“Aw, thanks!” She takes her phone out anyway, smiling at the picture. “It’s nice to have something to remember this day by.”
“We can always take more,” Popcorn says, waving her phone. “We’ll see each other again next week anyway!”
“That’s true!” She takes a glance at their barely touched food and cups. “Maybe lessen the food? It’s been a while, but we haven’t finished a thing!”
Popcorn sighs dramatically. “If we must. But your biscuits are good!”
“Popcorn!” She laughs. “I can always give you some to take home!”
“But it’s better to eat them with you!” Popcorn lies on the floor. “How can I ever move without your food...”
Cherry blossom breaks into giggles. “So, would Tuesday work?”
Popcorn throws her a thumbs up. “Sure! It’s a date.”
Popcorn goes back to lying down on the floor. I mean, she could probably finish her work before then. And she knows that if it ever gets too much, she can always cancel.
So it’s probably fine! So she continues lying down. In... silence?
"What’s up, CB?”
For a moment, she thinks she sees Cherry Blossom’s face looked flushed, before she sees her duck her head with a smile. “Oh! Yes?”
She tilts her head. “Are you... sick?”
“I’m... I’m fine!” She fiddles with her cup. “That was just a figure of speech, wasn’t it? But I... have something to do in a few minutes.”
Popcorn doesn’t get a word in before she sees her quickly pack up her cups, tablewear and food. She chatters on as she does. “I’ll see you next week, Popcorn!”
Cherry Blossom leaves, quickly and flustered. Popcorn stares after her, confused.
This was just her life now.
bonus:
carsisamasterpieceactually
and thats what happened on my date with cherry blossom
numberonehero
...
Popcorn.
She knows you’re dating, right?
This isn’t the first time you mentioned a date?
carsiasamasterpieceactually
well she asked me out first
numberonehero
Specifically on a date?
carsisamasterpiece
are you telling me inviting me on a one on one picnic isnt a date
numberonehero
She does that to everyone.
carsisamasterpiece
ok but she looked like people when they ask them out on a date
you know how in movies theyre nervous and theyre blushing
which is fake by the way
but she looked nervous.
maybe she just really wants me to go outside.
numberonehero
Well, that’s a possibility.
So... does she know you’re dating?
carsisamasterpiece
she’s been inviting me on dates after i think she would know
oh right. i think shes sick
her face was red after i talked about the schedule of our next date
do you think i should tell her to visit a doctor
she doesn’t think she is but there’s no other explanation
numberonehero
Are you even reading your messages?
Popcorn, does she know you’re dating?
carsisamasterpiece
she’s the one asking me out not me!
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...So she doesn’t think you’re dating.
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ok after this conversation i dont think she thinks were dating.
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So. Maybe stealing a girl’s credit card is not the ideal way to introduce yourself. Maybe her spilling chemicals all over you in retaliation was also not the best way to be introduced to her. Maybe, just maybe, proceeding to continue to steal her things was not the best way to get back at her. And maybe not the best way to keep seeing her.
But sometimes life doesn’t really give you what you expect. This is how Chili Pepper finds herself in an alchemist’s lab, holding a bottle of what she assumes is chemicals.
She gives it a once over with a frown. At least it isn’t in her face this time.
“You’ve got to have something better than that!” She gestures with the bottle, the liquid swirling as she moves. “This won’t fetch anything.”
“You’ve obviously underestimated me,” Alchemist scoffs. “Am I getting my card back?”
Chili Pepper raises an eyebrow. “Who says I got it on me?”
“Obviously, no one.” Alchemist rolls her eyes. “But I don’t remember owning such a flashy wallet with my card inside.”
Chili Pepper’s eyes widen at that. In Alchemist’s hands is a shiny pouch. It glistens in the lamp light.
“Give me that!”
She lunges for the pouch. Alchemist tosses the pouch towards her pet, who giggles as it shakes it. The room is filled with the sound of coins.
Alchemist snorts, a ghost of a smile on her face. “Left your daggers behind, did you?”
“Tch!” Chili Pepper glances towards the scales, who have long made away with her wallet. “Of course I have them.”
Alchemist then really does laugh at that. “It’s a bit too late not to threaten me.”
“Who cares?” Chili Pepper fumes. “I’ve already got what I wanted!”
“That’s what you said last week,” Alchemist says, stifling a laugh.
Chili Pepper grumbles at that. Alchemist turns away from her, busying herself with her work. The sounds of chemicals bubbling and fuming fill the room.
The two of them are quiet, after that. Alchemist busies herself with her alchemy, mumbling and making note of things in particular. Chili Pepper doesn’t leave, seating herself on a empty table. She glances between both the other cookie’s chemicals and the one she was given.
She almost grumbles to herself, aloud. She didn’t think very far ahead in this plan of hers. Sure, she’s with Alchemist now, but she doesn’t think “stealing someone’s things” constitutes as a date.
She frowns, jiggling the bottle she was given. This probably wasn’t exactly the best substitute for getting some kind of love letter, either. Not that she knew much about that.
She almost wonders if she’s overstaying her welcome when Alchemist speaks.
“You’re not leaving?” Alchemist calls out.
Chili Pepper raises an eyebrow. “Not without my wallet!”
“I thought you would have stolen it back by now.” A pause, then a snort. “Or at the very least, tried to.”
“I can get it if I wanted to!” she protests. “I... just got no idea where the dang thing is!”
Alchemist gestures to the door. “Take a right, then go to the next door you see. That’s where it likes to hide my things.”
Chili Pepper raises an eyebrow. “No cat and mouse?”
“As much as I enjoy our daily chases,” she says, adjusting her glasses. “I’m actually in the middle of a breakthrough.”
Chili Pepper feels her stomach clench a little, but ignores it. Instead, she says, “Jeez, lady. Why didn’t you say so earlier?!”
“You waiting for me to finish was cute,” Alchemist smirks. “but you looked sad just sitting on the table.”
She flushes at that. “Who says I’m waiting, huh?”
“Who says you aren’t?”
Chili Pepper fumes and heads out the door. “Tch. Fine, I can see when I’m not wanted.”
She sticks a tongue out at Alchemist, who only laughs.
In a few moments time reappears Chili Pepper, pouch in hand. She’s halfway through leaving from the window when Alchemist speaks.
“I’ll be finished by Tuesday,” she calls out. “But you’re always welcome to take me out before that.”
Chili Pepper nearly falls hearing that.
“What, like a life or death situation?”
An eyeroll. “It’ll spare me the embarassment.”
Alchemist goes quiet after that. It clicks, then.
“You want take out.”
“If you’re not willing to say anything constructive, just leave.”
Chili Pepper laughs. It’s almost accurate to say she roared at that.
So maybe stealing is not the best way to meet a girl or to get a date with her. But it did work, so who’s complaining? Not her.
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[note: I know this is a fluff blog but there’s a small amount of angst in here. It’s not as light hearted, but it isn’t totally angsty either. If you want me to rewrite one with more lightheartedness, let me know!]
In Roquefort’s family, no one quite mentions the cookie that sits on their rooftop. No one quite mentions the familiar face and their dashing clothes. No one really mentions when they leave their cane behind, and Chesnut has to hide it before his sister takes it as evidence.
It’s an open secret of sorts. One none of them mention. Not even Walnut does, even with her board of suspects all stringing together, but decidedly away from their parent.
So it’s no surprise to them when Roguefort comes home on the roof, their hands full of jewels. Walnut doesn’t flinch, only gripping her brother’s hand more. Chestnut tilts his head.
“Zaza, did Miss Cheesecake let you have that again?” He lets go, running over to their side to look at the jewels. “She’s got an awful lot of them.”
Walnut huffs, but takes a peek anyways. “Does she really let you have them?”
“She leaves them out so openly,” they chuckle. “She might as well be!”
Roguefort heads back inside, with their children following their trail. They tuck their cane away, and the jewels follow suit. Then, they take a bite of the apple jelly left on the counter.
Their attire gone, the famous thief becomes Roquefort once more. It’s a startling apperance, in a way. It’s almost as if they did a complete 180 of their own presence.
Walnut sets herself on the couch, curled up and eating a jelly. Chestnut takes a book in his hands and sits beside her. His eyes warily dart between both them and his sister.
“I’m not heading out anytime soon,” Roquefort says, in between munches. “Did something happen?”
The two siblings exchanged glances. Then, Walnut opens her mouth, voice loud.
“Chestnut ate all my snacks!”
“What?!” Chestnut huffs. “No! Why are you saying it’s me?”
“You’re the one who knows where I keep them! The clues all point to you!”
“You said Pudding’s hat’s really made of pudding last week!”
“You published it in the paper!”
“It was a joke!” Chestnut exclaims, hiding his face behind his book. Walnut grumbles.
Roquefort snorts and puts the apple down. “Now, now. I’m sure there’s a perfectly good explanation for this.”
“We can get more cookies tomorrow.” They take Chestnut’s book in their hand, patting his head. “But let’s go ahead and get you tucked in first, shall we?”
Chestnut grins brightly, grabbing Roquefort’s hand. “You’ll read it to me again?”
“It seems you enjoy stealing your sister’s books,” they chuckle. “And I’m certain she won’t mind.”
Walnut grumbles. “Just because I leave them out in the open doesn’t mean you can get them!”
Chestnut dashes forward to his room with a loud cheer, pointedly ignoring his sister’s retort. Roquefort laughs. Their laughter echoes throughout the room. It’s a warm sound.
Walnut frowns at it.
She pulls Roquefort’s sleeve, trying her best to make her disdain show on her face. After all, it’s the greatest thief right in front of her. The thief who so openly announces their apperance and never is caught.
But there’s no thief in her house, now. Only their parent is here, and they turn around to look at her. “What is it, Walnut?”
She bites her lip. “You should come home more often.”
“I come home every night,” they say, their voice airy. “You know that.”
“More often,” she insists. “We’re not hurting for money, cenn. You don’t have to do this.”
Roquefort looks at her, giving her a weak smile. “Cheesecake isn’t either. None of the cookies I steal from are.”
“It’s still wrong.” Her voice is soft, small and unsure. “Isn’t it? It’s a crime. I’m a detective, cenn, I could end up being the one who puts you behind bars!”
Roquefort pats her on the head. “But you haven’t.”
And their reply comes out more of a question than they mean to. Almost as unsure as Walnut’s.
“No,” and Walnut brings them to a hug. “I don’t want to reach that point.”
She’s smaller than they are. But she’s getting taller. She used to only be up to their knees when they first met, and now she’s around their waist. Roquefort’s arms wrap around her, firm.
“I’m sorry,” they say. It’s quiet, honest, and the only answer Walnut’s ever going to get on this topic.
“Okay.” She buries her head into their stomach, her face meeting cloth. “Chestnut’s going to wonder where you are.”
“Um,” says a voice from the doorway. “No, I’m not.”
Roquefort laughs. “Come join the hug, Chestnut!”
Chestnut grins and comes barreling into the two, sending them both tumbling on the floor. Chestnut lets out a laugh, while Walnut breaks up into giggles. Roquefort looks at them both with a warm smile.
“It’s time for bed, now,” they call out.
The two children grumble. Chestnut in particular complains that zaza stays up late anyways, and so does Walnut, why doesn’t he get to stay up late for his paper, huh. Roquefort just laughs at this.
They gesture towards their rooms. “Get settled in so I can read you your story, Chestnut!”
“Nope.” Walnut stops him from moving forward with a firm hand. “I’m checking the crime scene first!”
“I didn’t! I didn’t eat your snacks!”
Walnut sticks out her tongue and dashes forward. “That’s what guilty people say!”
Chestnut groans, dashing forward to catch his sister. “Walnut, come back!”
Roquefort blinks, and their children are gone, busy arguing about the snacks. They chuckle under the breath and go to meet them. They hold a book in hand, a relieved smile, and the wrapper of a snack they ate. Several wrappers, in fact.
It was a snack left out in the open, after all. It was practically theirs.
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