This is a very self indulgent blog to get me back into writing. I used to write fics all the time but kind of fell off so I created a new blog to start fresh.
Hi, sorry to bother you again, just asking how are you doing ?
I’m doing alright!! I’ve been meaning to write more but turns out doing college with an autoimmune disease is taking up all of my mental strength and I don’t really have any energy or motivation to write anything currently. Maybe when I’m back in break.
Okay, now.... how about... how they'll react if we got badly sick, not a simple sickness, like, we coughing blood ? For the cookies : Shadow Milk, Pure Vanilla, Wind Archer and Caramel arrow cookies please !!
Hehehe I do love angst. Sorry in advance to the Wind Archer and Caramel Arrow fans
Their Reaction to You Being Sick
Shadow Milk, Pure Vanilla, Wind Archer, Caramel Arrow
TW: Major character death, injury, sickness
Shadow Milk
In all the years eons he’d been alive, Shadow Milk can’t remember a moment he was more terrified. The night you woke him up with a knock on his door, saying something about pain and cold. When he had touched your cheek and instead he felt his fingertips burn. How you had collapsed in his arms.
Now here he was, hovering close to your bed as his minions tended to you. He was rigid, observing like a solder. Nothing could go wrong.
Some time between sleeping and treatment, you had turned your head to look at him. “Are you okay?”
He scoffed at the ridiculous question. “Why are you asking me that? You’re the one who’s dying.”
As soon as the word left his mouth, his eyes widened. Dying. He hadn’t meant to say it. He should have never spoken his fears out loud. You don’t seem too phased with a weak shake of your head. “I won’t die.”
“I know.” He mumbled, fiddling with his sleeves before looking up. The doubt in his eyes was visible. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.” You said, mostly to comfort him. A small smile graced your lips. “I can’t leave you alone after all.”
As much as he wanted to take comfort in your words, he felt the pit of dread grow. There was a chance you could leave him alone. He’d been alone for centuries. He’d never admit it, but he was terrified of ending up that way again.
“You’re hurting.” You continued, ever observant. “I can see it.”
A bitter smile tugged at his lips and he let out a huffed breath. “You shouldn’t be worried about me, love.”
“But I am.” Your voice is stern as you reach out for his hand. He took it without question. “I know you hide behind a facade of being perfectly, morbidly happy. But I know what you really feel. You hate being lonely. You’re struggling.”
“Damn you.” He muttered, turning his face away. “I’m supposed to be the greatest liar in the universe. Why can you see through them?”
I shrugged, squeezing his hand. “Maybe I’m more powerful than you think I am.”
“You better be. And use some of that power to heal, okay?”
You nodded, pulling your hand away to rest it under your cheek. Your eyes fluttered shut as sleep room over once more. Shadow Milk didn’t move an inch. He waited until you were asleep to say what he was really feeling.
“Get better, okay? Because you’re right. I can’t lose you. You’re the only one holding me together.”
Ever since the cake monster attacks had increased on their crumbling little refuge, Pure Vanilla hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep. It seemed like every minute another villager was injured or sick. A line had started to form outside of his tent for the more minor injuries and a room stuffed full of patients were waiting on him, bedridden. There was no time for rest.
Pure Vanilla was known for his placidity and unwavering composure, but he was beginning to crack. He managed to keep a smile and a hopeful gleam in his eye, but he couldn’t deny the frustration that was building inside of him. Not at the sick and injured, no. Never at his subjects. However the situation they were in managed to irl him in just the slightest.
He had felt himself beginning to waver the day you were brought back to camp by Black Raisin Cookie. The two of you had been fending off monsters in the nearby area, protecting the camp with all of your strength. That day you had been distracted. It was his fault.
Your divided attention caused your movements to slow, allowing an opening for an ambush. The cake monsters, commanded by Dark Enchantress herself, managed to overwhelm you until Black Raisin was able to come to your aid.
The weight on Pure Vanilla’s shoulders felt heavier. He was the reason you were distracted. It was his fault.
Earlier that day, you had found his staff unwrapped. You had seen that one eyed staff in paintings. The Ancient hero, Pure Vanilla’s staff. So how was it that your dear healer had managed to find it?
You had confronted him later and with enough push, managed to find the truth. Part of you had always known your healer was special, but you had never imagined it would be to this degree. You had simply run out of the tent in shock. That was the last he has seen of you until you weaker back injured.
With a soft breath, he pushed himself off of the stool he had been sitting on. He was going to check on the more severe cases. He was going to check on you.
He made his way to the makeshift infirmary and sat by your side. His had found yours rather quickly, and he closed his eyes, willing his last bits of energy to heal you. But before he could, he felt your hand leave his.
“Don’t.” Your voice was hoarse and you forced your eyes to stay open. “Don’t use it on me.”
Pure Vanilla’s brow furrowed, a frown tugging at his lips. “Why not? I can heal you.”
“If you heal me now, you won’t be able to heal the others.” You coughed, your face screwing up in pain. “Please, focus on them first.”
“You are no less important than they are. Please let me heal you.” He pleaded, reaching for your hand once more. “It’s the least I can do for keeping my secret.”
But you simply shook your head. “I pledged my life to protect these people. They are the priority, even with healing. And what do you mean about your secret?”
“You could’ve told the camp who I truly am. You could’ve told them that I’ve been… holding out on them.” Pure Vanilla looked down, the weariness showing in his eyes for the first time.
“You haven’t been holding out on anyone.” You squeezed his hand. “Even heroes have their limits. And I believe you kept your identity a secret for good reason. I trust you.”
“You are too good.” He smiled softly, bringing your hand to his lips. “And yet you refuse to let me help you.”
“You can heal me once the other are save. I beg of you to help them first.”
As much as he was tempted to inform your pleas and heal you right then and there, Pure Vanilla respected you too much to do so. Besides, you were strong. Strong enough to survive this injury. He nodded, lowering your hand and moving up to kiss your forehead instead. “As you wish.”
It was another day that Pomegranate Cookie had crossed into the forest. Somehow, she always sensed when he was at his worst. Like always, she had tracked him down and spoken to him about joining their forces. Joining Dark Enchantress Cookie.
He would be lying if he had said the words weren’t getting to him. She promised a world where the forest could flourish without other kingdoms around to destroy it. For many months, his forest had been plagued by pollution from those other kingdom, poisoning everything he loved. One of those things was you.
When Wind Archer stepped through the door, he set down his bow and searched for you. Somewhere deep inside him dared to hope you’d be walking about outside, but the rational part of him knew that wasn’t the case. You had been sick for nearly a month with no sign of improvement. You, a spirit of the forest, were tied to every living plant and animal. You were also tied to their pain.
You were lying in bed, looking deathly pale. Dark veins crawled over your skin like you had been poisoned, which technically you had. Wind Archer sat down next to you, brushing your hair away from your face before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“How are you feeling, Sunflower?” He murmured, lying down next to you so he could tuck himself into your side. This close to you, he could hear you struggling to breathe. That alone nearly sent him back to Pomegranate Cookie who was surely still lurking.
“My love.” The words came out painfully as you did your best to turn and look at him. “It’s getting worse.”
He felt a pant in his chest, pushing himself up to him elbow to look at you better. “Worse?”
“I don’t know how much lo-.”
“No.” He cut you off immediately, his face hardening. “I promised you I’d find a way to heal you, remember?”
You could only nod, too weak to argue. Wind Archer pulled you closer, burying his face into your hair. His mind wandered back to Pomegranate Cookie’s offer. He had dedicated his whole life to purifying the darkness. Could he truly become it instead?
When he looked back down, you had already fallen back into a restless sleep. Your eyes were screwed shut in pain. You looked anything but peaceful.
Becoming darkness could save you…
But he knew what you would say. You’d urge him not to give in to the tempting offers of Dark Enchantress Cookie. You had always defended all life, including the lives of those who were killing you now. If he turned to save you, would you ever forgive him?
So with a shake of his head, he decided to listen to you and keep fighting for the light. Even if it meant finding another way to heal you.
Weeks passed by with no good news. You seemed to get worse by the second, but Wind Archer refused to give up. He had sworn on the light in his soul to find a cure for you.
He was making his rounds through the woods, keeping a sharp eye out for anything irregular. He noticed the footsteps immediately. It had been a few weeks since he had heard those steps, but they were familiar nonetheless. Wind Archer turned, his bow ready. “Pomegranate Cookie.”
Pomegranate Cookie immersed from the shadows, as calm and collected as ever. She studied his weary demeanor and dull eyes with a ghost of a smile one her lips.
“What do you want?” Wind Archer tightened his grip on his bow. “Do you truly think I will give in so easily.”
Unlike the other times she had visited, Pomegranate Cookie did not start preaching in Dark Enchantress’s name. She simply looked at him with veiled emotion, but her eyes sparkled like she had already won. “You should go check your home.”
Wind Archer barely registered his bow falling from his hand. He hardly noticed the wind lifting him and racing toward his home. He didn’t even stop to think until he was through the door and standing at the foot of your bed.
You looked as pale and sick as ever, but something was different. Your eyes were open and glazed over. Wind Archer was shocked you even noticed his presence. Your fave twisted in pain and guilt and you managed to utter a single apology.
“I’m sorry.”
He shook his head and rushed to your side, grabbing your hand tightly in his own. “No, my love. No-.”
“Everything hurts.” You mumble, looong up at him with pleading eyes. “You promised you’d find a crude. Have you?”
He didn’t have the heart to say no. He simply pulled you into his arms and held you tightly, muttering a string of apologies. “Forgive me.”
It wasn’t long before you stopped breathing. He felt your body go limp in his arms. The unbearable agony that gripped at his heart nearly made him crumble on the spot. You were gone.
The next few days went by on a blur. He only remembered flashes of burying you, of the words he spoke at your grave, of the small crowd of wildlife that had gathered to witness it all. But he remembered the burning fire in his heart. How it consumed him completely.
He had dedicated his life to purifying the darkness. To bringing light to the world. But the light had died. There was nothing left but darkness.
So with the weight of the world on his shoulders, he approached Pomegranate Cookie. She wasn’t surprised to see him there. Her sinister eyes met his lifeless ones as he kneeled before her. If only he had done so earlier, you could’ve been saved. He had to save what was left of the forest in the way he couldn’t save you.
It had only been a few days since the fog had descended on the city. An odd white fog made of flour. It stung the eyes and got caught in the lungs, but most of the Dark Cacao kingdom citizens thought nothing of it. They had battled back the monsters of the licorice sea for decades. A little fog couldn’t stop them.
But then the sickness started. Cookies were waking up with the tips of their fingers white as snow. Flour. It would spread until the afflicted vanished into the fog with a smile on their face, and an unnatural peace in their heart. The Pale Ailment, they called it.
The infirmary had begun to overflow with patients, dozens of cookies becoming infected every day. The healers were working day and night, on the brink of total exhaustion. But they had yet to save even one life from this mysterious sickness. Once you caught it, you were as good as dead.
So when Caramel Arrow received word that you were in the infirmary, your hands and arms turning white with flour, she couldn’t believe it. Just the day prior, the two of you had been patrolling together. You seemed fine! How could this have happened?
No. It had to be a mistake. There was no way you had caught the incurable disease. You couldn’t have.
She raced to the infirmary as fast as she could, nearly breaking down the doors as she entered. A healer came up to her, placing his hand on her shoulder and mumbling something about ‘calming down’ and ‘scaring the patients’. But Caramel Arrow wasn’t listening. She looked past the healer, desperately searching for your face. She prayed to the witches she wouldn’t see it. Not here.
But no such luck was on her side. She spotted you in a corner, your face pale with flour. She shoved the healer aside and dashed toward your bed, taking your hand in hers as she shook her head.
“No.” Her voice was weak with shock. “No no no, not you!”
You turned your head, blinking slowly as you saw her beside you. “Caramel Arrow…”
“You can’t be sick! Tell me it isn’t so!” She squeezed your hand so tightly it nearly made you wince. You let out a shaky breath, your voice hoarse from the flour in your throat. “You weren’t supposed to know.”
“Wh- no. What do you mean?!”
“I didn’t want you to know I was dying.” You coughed and the bead side turns dusty with the flour from your lungs. “You should be out there fighting like you always do. Not worrying about me.”
“So you were just going to die and let me find out later?!”
You looked away, unable to meet her devastated gaze. “I don’t know.”
“You’re not going to die. You won’t.” Her voice cracked as she rests her forehead on the back of your hand. “You can’t.”
“This is for the better, you know.”
Caramel Arrow froze, going completely ridged. Her eyes widened in horror and betrayal like you had just struck her with her own arrow. Her eyes narrow. “Don’t. Don’t you dare say that.”
You sighed and closed your eyes. “You don’t understand.”
“Of course I don’t!”
“I will finally be at peace when I return to flour. All will finally be well.”
Caramel Arrow dropped your hand and stands up, knocking her chair over in the process. “All will be well?! Do you even hear yourself?! You’re okay with dying?! With leaving me???”
You winced at her voice, never seeing her so angry and desperate before. But she had a point.
“No.” You mumbled, coughing once more. “Leaving you is the part that hurts me.”
She took in a short breath, her will to yell and scream at you disintegrating. She had wanted to grab you by the shoulders and shake you until you fought to live once more, but she couldn’t do it.
You reached for her hand once more, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re the only reason I don’t want to give in to this peace completely. So please… will you stay?”
She nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. Without a word, she slid next to you in the cot, holding you tightly. She stayed like that for hours until you both had fallen asleep.
And in the morning, she had woken up with nothing but flour in her arms.
Hii !! Can I ask how Wildberry, Crunchy chip, Caramel Arrow, Shadow Milk cookie react or feel if we passed out because we got beat up by some random cookies and they weren't there please ?...
Hehe I had fun writing this and had to tone it down for Shadow Milk.
Wildberry was at the palace gates when he spotted you. You had managed to walk all the way there with a stab wound, leaving a trail of jam in your wake.
Wildberry’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of you. You had always been reckless and rash, but when you came home with injuries, they were normally smaller. A black eye from a fist fight, a scrape from the floor when you were tackled by your opponent. It was always minor.
Of course, Wildberry had scolded tour for your reckless actions. You were getting into fights at the bar left and right. He had started to get worried.
Today was different. You had pissed off the wrong cookie and taken a dagger to the side. Wildberry had always feared this day would come.
“What happened to you?” His voice was controlled, but the crease in his brow gave away his worry. You simply gave him a smile, your teeth stained red from the jam pouring out of your nose. “You should see the other guy .”
And you promptly passed out.
Without wasting a second, Wildberry caught you before you hit the ground, scooping you up and holding you close. To say he was angry was an understatement. He was furious. But all that was pushed behind as fear gripped his heart. He couldn’t lose you.
Without a work, he dashed into the palace and to the infirmary. With a gruff nod, he handed you off to a healer, taking a seat by your bedside and holding his head in his hands.
You woke back up a few hours later. The healers had made a comment about how tough you were. If only, Wildberry thought, you weren’t an idiot also.
He was holding your hand, gently brushing his thumb against your knuckles when you came to. You blink a few times before speaking. “You look awful.”
His eyes widened at your voice and he straightened out, a frown on his face. “You were stabbed.”
“It was bound to happen sooner or later.” You shrug, and you can see Wildberry’s brow furrow even more. It was also clear indicator of how scared he’d been for you.
“Please. I don’t know how much longer I can take watching you come home injured. What if you anger a cookie you can’t beat? What if you…” He cut himself off, unable to say the words. What if you die?
Your face softened and you squeezed his hand. “I know, I’m sorry. Believe it or not, I didn’t like getting stabbed either. It really put my mortality into perspective.”
You let out a weak laugh and Wildberry huffs. “Not funny. Do you know how much you worry me?”
“I know.” You’re serious once again, biting the indie of your cheek. “I know I’ve always been… rowdy. But I’ll try to be more careful from now on. I promise.”
He lets out a breath, his eyes softening as some of the weight on his shoulders seemed to lift. “That’s all I ask.”
Crunchy Chip had gotten there only moments before you went unconscious. He dropped to his knees by your side, his hands shaking as he pulled you into his arms. For a moment he couldn’t say anything at all. He just cupped your bruised cheek, terror and anger in his veins.
When he finally did speak, his voice was shaky as if one more word would make it break.
“Who?”
You, on the verge of passing out managed to shake your head. “It doesn’t matter, Chip. You’re here and that’s-.”
“It’s not enough. Tell me who.” He brought your arm up and pressed a kiss against your wrist, his eyes shut tight. “I won’t stop until I find who did this. I can’t let it happened again.”
He was met with total silence. When he opened his eyes, yours had shut. You were still breathing, but had fallen unconscious from the pain.
Crunch Chip’s heart clenched as he held you tighter for a moment. “No.”
Still, there was no response, and he shook you just a little. “No, please! Wake up!”
For a while, he simply held you, pressing his forehead against yours in a silent plea for you to wake up. But when you didn’t, he began to panic.
With a shaky breath he called his cream wolves over and commanded them to protect you at all cost. He would only be a minute. With a new found anger in his heart, he ventured out to the nearest town to find who did this.
The cream wolves took you back to his tent, lying next to you for extra warmth. One wolf licked your arm in hopes that you’d wake up and pet her, but you stayed unconscious.
Hours later, you finally woke up. With a groan, you pushed yourself to sit, one cream wolf moving behind you to help. You hold your head in your hands, the pounding ache behind your eyes making you see double.
Just then, Crunchy Chip burst in, breathing heavily. His eyes widened when he saw you awake, and he immediately fell to his knees beside you, hugging you tightly. “Oh witches, you’re awake. For a moment I thought you would’ve ever wake up.”
“I’m awake.” You mumbled, running your fingers through his hair. “I think I’m concussed though.”
“I couldn’t find who did this to you.” Crunchy Chip nuzzled further into you, his voice tough with anguish. “I couldn’t protect you. I failed.”
“You didn’t fail.” You took his face in your hands making him look up at you. “You did all this for me. I can’t thank you enough.”
“I just can’t handle seeing you hurt. You’re everything to me and I can’t lose you.”
You smiled softly, letting him bury his face into your shoulder. “You won’t lose me. Besides, I can help you find the bastard who did this. We’ll teach them a lesson together.”
The two of you had been patrolling the land outside the citadel only moments before. It was supposed to be a normal shift. But only the witches could’ve predicted a storm like this.
Normally, blizzard had warning signs. At least enough for anyone to lock their doors and windows. But this storm had descended in only seconds. The sky had gone from icy blue, to gray in less than a minute. The hail and ice had rained down on them while the wind nearly knocked them off their feet.
Caramel Arrow spotted a cave in the distance and pushed herself toward it, desperate for shelter against the storm. She practically dove inside, coming to a rolling stop against the rocky wall. The wind stopped hitting her face and the snow was left behind outside.
“We really lucked out.” She let out a relieved laugh, wiping the snow from her face as she turned toward you. Only you weren’t there. You hadn’t followed her into the cave.
A jolt of panic raced through her as she ran to the mouth of the cave, calling your name. But there was no response. Throughout the storm, she continued to call for you in hopes that you would hear and follow her voice. She even shot a few arrows, wondering if you’d see them and show up.
You never came.
As soon as the storm died down enough to navigate through, she raced outside, leaving the cave behind. She called your name over and over. The seasoned warrior had never felt fear like this.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a jacket hanging and torn on a tree. Your jacket.
Onto a few feet away was a figure burried under the snow. Witches… she knew it was you.
With shaky hands she swiftly dig you out. You were freezing and pale, but that was not the biggest issue. Across your side was a gash of claw marks. They looked like they belonged to a Snow Lion.
For a moment she couldn’t breathe, the shock of finding you in such a horrible state bringing her to her knees. But without a word she picked you up and ran back to the citadel, trying not to hurt you more.
Minutes seemed like hours, but finally she made it through the gates and to the healers. She burst through the doors, still holding you. “Someone help! My partner is hurt!”
The healers took you from her and reassured her that you’d be fine, but she refused to leave your side. Nearly a full day passed and you were still unconscious.
Your fingers twitched when you finally come to, your eyes fluttering open. Caramel Arrow was on you in a second, pulling you into an embrace before you could even ask what had happened.
“We got separated. I’m so sorry, I should’ve made sure you were behind me. I thought you were.” Her voice wavered as she held you.
“It wasn’t your fault. The storm caught us both off guard.” You managed to reply. “I ran into a snow lion.”
“I know. I found you wounded in the snow.”
A weak smile pulled at your lips. “You saved my life.”
She lets out a broken laugh in return. “I always will.”
It had been two days since you had gotten knocked out on your way home from the market. A cookie who had recognized you as Shadow Milk’s partner had jumped you, taking out their hatred of the Beast on you. You had later been found in an alleyway by Black Sapphire and Candy Apple, who had carried you back to Shadow Milk.
The look on the Beast of Deceit’s face was one the two henchmen never wanted to see again. At first, he had been shocked. Instead of hovering like normal, he had actually landed, taking actual steps toward you before lightly touching your cheek. You were out cold.
That’s when the air in room turned colder. Shadow Milk’s face darkened. He jerked his hand back like feeling how cold you were had physically shocked him. He held his hand to his chest, letting out a laugh.
Both Black Sapphire and Candy Apple froze at his laugh. But one look at their master’s face told them everything they needed to know. He did not find this funny. He was spiraling.
“Find me the cookie who did this.” Shadow Milk hissed through a strained and mildly hysterical laugh. “FIND THEM!”
The two nodded quickly and left, not wanting to spend another moment in their master’s pretense when he was… like this.
He had gathered you in his arms, almost afraid to touch you. Normally, he could have just floated you wherever with a flick of his wrist. He despised physical labor after all. But this time, he picked you up and walked you to your room, lying you down on the bed. He mumbled an order at some minions to clean you off and treat your wounds before storming off.
That was two days ago. You had woken up later, alone in your room. Black Sapphire and Candy Apple came occasionally to visit or give you food. When you asked about Shadow Milk, Black Sapphire tactfully dodged all of your questions. Candy Apple giggled nervously, babbling nonsense as she quickly ran out of the room.
Finally you decided enough was enough, and pushed yourself up to investigate. You heard bone chilling laughter coming from the Yogurt River of Rebirth. That could only mean…
You raced to the river as fast as your injured body could take you, and what you saw made you freeze on your tracks. The cookie who had hurt you only days earlier was now dangling over the deadly river. Shadow Milk stood there, laughing his head off and taunting the them.
“Can’t you feel it?” Shadow Milk cackled. “That dread that hits you right before a long and painful death.”
He snickered as the cookie screamed, and finally you spoke up. “Shadow Milk!”
The Beast froze, dropping the cookie into the lake as he turned. His face brightened with delight as he made his way over to you, but the closer he got, the more you could tell he was genuinely relieved.
“You’re finally awake, sleepyhead.” He grinned, but it was shaky. You could see the tiredness in his eyes.
Before you could respond, the dying screams of the cookie on the background drew your attention. You tried to look, but Shadow Milk blocked your view.
“That’s none of your concern, dear. Let’s go back inside.” He grabbed your hand and led you away. You held onto his wrist as he floated swiftly from the river, and you could feel his heart racing. Despite his facade, you could tell he was extremely relieved that you were okay.
hello !! May I ask for a headcanon for Wildberry, Burning Spice, Dark Cacao and crunchy chip cookie of how they'll be if we had insecurities on our self ?? Please ?...
Insecurity
Wildberry, Burning Spice, Dark Cacao
Wildberry
Being a rather observant cookie, Wildberry is able to catch onto your insecurities pretty quickly. With the way you shrink in on yourself a little too often, stand a little less confidently, and push yourself to the edge of every crowd and conversation. He doesn’t want to push you into telling him if you aren’t ready, so he starts simple. Passing comments about how beautiful you look. Little remarks on how much he enjoys when you talk about your interests.
Eventually, he does want to have a heart to heart with you. When you agree, he’s there holding your hand as he listens intently to every word you say. He’s pressing small kisses against your knuckles and wiping away your tears. When you’re done, he holds you close and tells you that even if you don’t feel like it, you’re the heavens and earth to him.
At first, he doesn’t understand it. You’re insecure? Please, if you were anything less than perfect, he would not have chosen you. Do you really doubt his ability to pick a suitable partner? He takes personal offense to it.
It takes a bit of explaining, but after awhile while he understands. Ah, mortal cookies and their fragile mindsets. However he won’t allow this. Anytime he sees you getting a little too distant, or looking at yourself in the mirror a little too hard, he’s there. He’s there giving a passionate speech about the reasons he chose you. That only someone crafted by that hands of the gods, you, is worthy of his time and attention.
And be sure he will spend the rest of the evening reminding you of every reason why you’re worthy.
Dark Cacao has never been the best with affectionate words, so when he realizes you’re struggling, he blames himself. How could he not tell you every second how breathtaking you are? How could he be too busy to spend time with you in the way you deserve.
Of course, he can’t just abandon his throne, but he will call in Affogato and Caramel Arrow to hold down the fort for him. He needs a moment to tell you all the things he should’ve said.
You’re shocked when you see him away from his duties, but he reassured you that there is no place he’d rather be. He quickly realizes any speech he’d prepared in his head to lift you up wasn’t enough, so he resorts to action instead. He holds you close, not saying much, but gently brushing his hands across any part of your skin you’ve hid. He spends the day loving you quietly, praising every part of you until there’s no doubt left in your mind.
Hello !! May I ask for how they would protect us please ?? If that's not too much with Wildberry cookie, Raspberry cookie, Crunchy Chip cookie, Wind archer Cookie please !! Thanks !...
Thank you for the request!! I love the trope so much
How They Would Protect You
Wildberry, Raspberry, Crunchy Chip, Wind Archer
Wildberry
His protection comes in the form of a silent but unmovable shield. Whenever you feel unsafe, he is there, physically standing between you and whatever dares to threaten you.
Money of the time, whoever is bothering you will back away as soon as they see this living wall move you behind his back and stare into their soul. However if you continue to be threatened, Wildberry won’t hesitate to grab the cookie and lift them up until they’re eye level with him. His voice never raised, never showing much emotion, but it’s powerful.
“You go near them again, and I won’t be so forgiving.”
If there’s one thing Raspberry Cookie prides herself on, it’s her ability to protect the things she cherishes most. Of course, the most precious of all is you. So when she sees that you are in potential danger, she doesn’t hesitate. Her sword is draw immediately. There’s no point in niceties when you’ve already been threatened. She will pull you to her side, pointing the sword toward the other cookie.
“Is this cookie bothering you, my dear?”
When you nod, she’s immediately getting in the other’s face, challenging them to duel her. She wants them to draw their own weapon and fight so she has an excuse to beat them to the ground. As much as she would like to do that anyway, she knows neither you nor her family would want the negative attention that could come with hurting an unarmed citizen.
Crunchy Chip’s protection is loud and aggressive. He was raised by the cream wolves, so he defends like them as well. It doesn’t matter how strong or how large the opponent is. He’s lunging at them immediately, knocking whatever had threatened you to the ground. He’s immediately tousling with the other cookie, all the while yelling at them to never go near you again.
“HOW DARE YOU THREATEN THEM! I’LL SHOW YOU-“
The yelling is muffled by the the sounds of the fighting. It won’t end until Crunchy Chip is certain your safe. Then, he will run to you and pull you into his arms, growling at anyone who looks in your direction for the next hour.
His ultimate purpose on life is to vanquish and purify the darkness, so he has no issue taking on anyone who may threaten you. A cookie who dares to hurt you, the embodiment of all things good in his eyes, must the of the darkness.
He is silent and swift as the wind as he takes his arrows and rains them down on the other cookie. They all hit the grass in a perfect circle. A warning, a promise that his next arrow might not be so kind if the cookie refused to leave you alone. Wind Archer is behind you in the nearest tree in seconds, making sure the other cookie seed as he aims another arrow.
“Leave before you crumble. My arrows never miss their mark.”
Wind Archer’s pet names for you are tender and soft. You’re the most precious thing to him and he can’t help but reflect that in his nicknames. These names are said in a passing whisper as he holds you close for a moment longer.
Fire Spirit’s pet names for you are pretty silly and mostly used to tease or flirt with you. He likes watching your brow furrow in mild annoyance just as much as he like seeing your cheeks flush red.
Ever the flamboyant show host, Black Sapphire’s goal is to dazzle you with his charm. At this point, you’re called your loving nicknames more than your own name. You are absolutely divine to him and he sees it as his duty to remind you every chance he gets.
Pure Vanilla addresses you as if you are the sun itself, blessing him with your glory. He treats you like royalty because you deserve it. Every nickname is said a little breathless, as if he’s in a constant state of awe by you. In his eyes, you’re a sunrise after a long night, a constant in his life even when everything around him seems to be falling apart.
Oh where do I even start with him? He’s extremely silly with his names, but not to annoy you like Fire Spirit. No, these names are for his own entertainment. The fit right in with his silly little eldritch horror vibes. Of course the rare moments that he is serious, he’ll drop the nicknames altogether, saying your name in a quiet voice.
Crunchy Chip, Black Sapphire, Mercurial Knight, Stardust, Shadow Milk
Crunchy Chip Cookie- Physical Touch
If there's one thing Crunchy Chip learned from being raised by cream wolves, it's how to be affectionate. Sure, on the outside he may be a grumpy captain, but when he loves you, he loves you with everything he has.
Once he grows attached, you will not be able to pry him off. He has to be touching you in some way at all times. It's grounding for him. His all time favorite is a head bonk. He'll bump his head against your shoulder, your back, and especially your forehead. He likes to close his eyes and just drink in your presence as his forehead rests against yours.
Also yes, he's a biter. Any exposed skin will soon have a teeny indent from his fangs. Especially your shoulders. If your back is to him, he'll come up behind you and just chomp. Never too hard or too much, but it's a constant.
Black Sapphire spends nearly all of his time talking about others. He's good at it. An expert even. But gossip and lies require evil words. He is a master of tearing down lives with only a whispered rumor.
But with you, his words are sweeter than honey. You're perfect, he tells you. And for the first time, he's not lying because he genuinely believes it. He cannot go more than five minutes without complimenting you. Every day, he wakes you up with a kiss on the cheek and a "Good morning, my beautiful star."
If he starts talking about you on air, it's so over. He will not stop talking about you until the show ends. He paints you like a glorious picture with his words, gushing about you like a schoolboy with a crush until Shadow Milk drags him away for another mission. Of course, later he makes sure you hear all the wonderful things he said about you.
We already know how self sacrificial he is for the things he believes in, and there's nothing he believes in more than you. He gave up everything to protect the Silver Tree and its Guardian, but when he falls for you, he knows he'd do anything to make you happy.
The most obvious way is protection. If you don't like being alone, you never will be. He'll walk you anywhere and everywhere your heart desires. If you like being alone, he will give you space. But he's never too far incase something happens to you.
His love shows in smaller, simpler ways as well. You don't like cooking? He will learn how to right away. The dishes need to be washed? He's already at the sink. In fact, every chore you don't like is already done before you can even blink.
With all the traveling he does, his favorite place to be is with you. He will literally sit in silence with you for hours at a time, taking comfort in the fact that you're simply there. Often times you catch him lurking and following you around simply because he likes to be near you.
His favorite thing in the world is when you travel with him. He wants to see every galaxy and every star with you by his side. Yes, you two definitely have a photo album together.
If you are unable to join him, or would just rather stay in one place, he understands. It definitely hurts him to leave you, but he won't force you to come with him. Instead, he stops by as frequently as possible and stays for as long as he can. On the nights he comes home, he won't leave your side even for a second. After moving from place to place, he can finally rest easy in your presence.
Oh yes, the dangerous Beast of legends that strikes fear into the hearts of anyone who hears the stories is a HUGE softie when it comes you to. You have this little weirdo wrapped around your finger. A finger he will adorn with every ring and gem he can find.
Despite being an all powerful Beast of Deceit, he will absolutely bring you a shiny rock he found will terrorizing other kingdoms. If he finds some nice flowers, they will be coming home to you. Sometimes it's unwanted gifts like torturing your enemy. If someone hurts you enough for you to hate them, you will be getting a chess piece that looks suspiciously like them. He is like a cat bringing you a dead mouse.
Most of the time, his gifts come in entertainment. As a brilliant playwrite and actor, he will make shows with you as the brilliant heroine and have them performed for you. You are his muse.
