I'm a fic writer, specifically for x reader fanfics! I'm into various fandoms, so I'm here to provide content to a wide variety of people and hopefully bring some good food to all :D
There's only a few small things to note beforehand:
There are some fandoms I'm uncomfortable writing for. Please don't try to change my mind on them or get mad at me for feeling uncomfortable with them. It's for my own mental health and boundaries. I will not change them
I'd prefer if the gender of the reader and if the fic will be headcanons or a fic would be included in the request, but if not I'll default to gender neutral reader and whether or not it'll be a small fic or headcanons will be my choice
If something doesn't get answered it's highly likely the ask box ate it, I've had a lot of problems with that recently-
Fandoms I Will Write For:
Team Fortress 2, Cookie Run (Ovenbreak, Kingdom, etc), Transformers, Stanley Parable, The Magnus Archives, Lego Monkie Kid, Monster Prom, Stardew Valley, Villainous, 8:11, One Piece (could always update) [Currently undergoing a revamp]
Fandoms I Will Not Write For:
Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Zenless Zone Zero, Monster x Mediator, Your Boyfriend, Boyfriend to Death, DSMP (could always update)
What I Will/Won't Write:
Will: Romantic, platonic, familial, queerplatonic, polyamorous, LGBTQ+, any reader gender variants (fem, masc, enby, etc) or pronoun sets, ships x reader, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, character headcanons, AUs
Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
A/N: Characters included; MK, Mei, Red Son, Wukong, Macaque, and Chang'e
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MK
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Right by your side the second you wake up. Very physically affectionate all day, giving you little kisses and crushing hugs wherever he can squeeze them in. Keeps checking his phone nervously though, which makes you a bit worried... you try to put it aside
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Goes all-out with tacky gifts. Chocolate hearts, flowers, plushies, you name it! He gives you at least a two months' supply of candy, each present having a sappy note and doodle of the two of you attached. You both stay in for most of the day, but come afternoon MK's anxious checking gets more frequent
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Before you can finally ask about it, he's quickly getting you out the door. He insists it's nothing, but he's an absolutely horrible liar when it comes to you. Still, you do your best to just trust him, and accept the awkward cart ride down the streets of Megapolis, watching the sky slowly deepen its hues into the forming dusk
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Once you start stepping out the cart, you're surprised to see a picnic blanket set out. You swore you could hear someone quickly driving off as MK cheers under his breath. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, gives you a big cheek kiss, proudly announcing your surprise stargazing picnic date. It's still quite a while before the stars are visible, so he works on preparing the food as you sit right next to him. Turns out there was no reason to worry after all
Mei
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Way too excited to wait and wakes you up early. She rushed a messy breakfast for the two of you, your whole home now being covered in cheesy Valentine decorations. Her favorite novelty for the holiday is those heart candies with little messages on them, which she offers you as soon as you're fully up
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Takes you on a ride on her bike! You have a helmet, of course, but she can't resist the urge to show off some new tricks she'd been practicing for you. Takes your arm wherever you two walk and makes a big show of opening doors for you as you re-visit all your favorite hangout spots
ᯓᡣ𐭩 You get to wear her jacket for the whole day, which makes Mei really giddy. It's cliché maybe, but seeing you walking around in it feels like all those trashy romance movies come to life. The easiest way to make her swoon in return is to play into her over-the-top antics, especially if you return some of the gestures
ᯓᡣ𐭩 By the time you're home again, you're both pretty worn out. Mei sleepily promises you she'll take down the decorations, but falls asleep in your lap the second you two rest on the couch for a minute. You pull up a blanket and drape it over the both of you, resigned to the fact that it would have to wait until tomorrow. Sleep catches up with you soon after
Red Son
ᯓᡣ𐭩 You wake up on your own time, but Red Son has obviously been anxiously awaiting your presence. You get handed a small mountain of presents before you're even done with breakfast, ranging from handmade to totally-not-stolen expensive ones. He gets embarrassed if you give him a gift in return, no matter how small it is
ᯓᡣ𐭩 If he's in his classic villain days, he'll offer to literally burn down anything you want. No matter the demand, he'll get it done for you. He'll scorch your name on the street if you let him. If he's more into his hero arc, he'll instead offer to take you out for a drive in one of his cars (as you came to learn, he's built several for himself)
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Whatever you do he'd prefer it be outside because his parents will not stop teasing you two. Every time you're near each other they joke about what a good couple you make, or how well you handle their son's temper. It's all in good fun, but it's also deeply embarrassing for Red Son, so he gets out the lair quick
ᯓᡣ𐭩 No matter what you choose to do, the day is ended with a romantic dinner. You're practically swamped with presents by now, thinking about where you're going to put them all. Red Son can barely focus on the food. He's too busy thinking about what led to you two getting to this point, almost worryingly quiet with contemplation. He's oddly shy with holding your hand on the walk back to the vehicle
Wukong
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Most likely the one sleeping in. You decide to gently wake him, planting soft kisses around the pink mask that circles his eyes. He wakes slowly, pulling you with him until you're trapped in his arms. It takes some playful back-and-forth before he finally gets up for the day, but he comments that spending the day lazing around in bed sounded pretty perfect to him
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Honestly if he does somehow wake up early he might think it's funny to try and pretend he forgot. Acts all clueless when you look confused at everything being exactly the same. This crumbles quickly though cause he hates seeing you upset and gives up on the surprise the second a disappointed frown crosses your face
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Picks a bunch of vibrant flowers from around Flower Fruit Mountain and presents them to you at breakfast. From there most of his gifts are small trinkets, little things you can carry with you all the time. Tries to act all smooth for the whole day and keeps his tail wrapped around you at all times. Will 100% hand-feed you chocolates from one of those heart boxes
ᯓᡣ𐭩 His idea of a perfect date is one at home. You could do a movie marathon of anything you want, or maybe take a stroll around the mountain. Coming from such an... 'exciting' past, he feels comfortable doing simple and domestic things with you. Dips into being sappy, reminding you just how much it means to him that you're here
Macaque
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Waits patiently for you to wake up. He gets everything ready in the meantime— nothing big, but the home is clean and all the little chores are done so you have the whole day to focus on each other. Greets you first thing with a soft forehead kiss, and reveals early that he has a surprise for you. But, of course, you have to wait to see it
ᯓᡣ𐭩 All his gifts are handmade. The one that stands out the most being two small yarn mandarin ducks, which he was the most nervous to present. They're a symbol of long-lasting love and devotion, the perfect subtle show of how he feels without him having to struggle to put it into direct words
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He keeps saying you didn't have to give him anything, but you did anyways. No matter how hard he tries to fall back on his mask of being aloof, you take time to make sure he feels just as loved as you do. It's one of the many, many reasons he fell for you. Not the greatest at showing appreciation in the moment, but he'll hold on to anything you get for him for ages
ᯓᡣ𐭩 The surprise comes at the end of the day, where he takes you to an area of the home he set up to have very dim lights. You watch as he twists around the shadows, morphing them into different shapes for you. Your favorite animal, images of the two of you, anything to see that sparkle of awe in your eyes. He tells a story of the once forgotten warrior finding a new purpose in another, detailing how they built their home together
Chang'e
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Like so many mornings before, you wake up to the smell of something cooking. There wasn't much to do on the moon, so Chang'e kept herself busy with inventing recipes for audiences to follow at home. You shuffle into the kitchen to see her wrapping up a Valentine's Day special for her show, many trays of treats setting out to cool. As soon as the cameras are off, she skates over and spins you around in a greeting hug
ᯓᡣ𐭩 She happily let you know that now that the special was over, you could eat all you wanted! Upon scanning closer, you realized something— she'd made all your favorite desserts specifically. When questioned, she just gave you a wink, taking a bite of one while saying it must have been a coincidence
ᯓᡣ𐭩 After that, the two of you go skating. You have a pair of shoes similar to Chang'e's, allowing you to glide across the moon's surface without getting stopped by craters or other bumps. She holds your hand as you skate by her side, occasionally adding little spins as you orbit around each other like the many planets that surround you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 To end it all off, the two of you take a moment to sit back and look at the stars. Her robotic helpers surround you both, sitting comfortably around you two. You watch the stars as she watches you. Years in isolation with nothing but baking to keep her company had been hard, even if she often deflects from admitting it. Having you there at all, especially right next to her, made her chest feel full with affection and gratitude
OOOKAY finally got everything clear! This is probably expected by now but I gotta plan some light revamping— new fandoms, new rules, you get the gist. I'll ofc update y'all when I feel like I can consistently take in and fill requests again but if I get an idea smth might pop out now and again. I'll try not to make it take too long but atp we all know things just Happen to me and then I Vanish. Life stuff BLEHHH
AAANYWAYS more soon to come, peace and love on planet earth and see you all again soon!
☆ How They React to Jealousy — Beast Cookies x Reader ☆
Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || Small CW for varying degrees of possessive behavior
A/N: Cheesy? Yes. But also a characterization exercise. We'll pretend whoever's flirting with you is just mega stupid to not automatically recognize the Beast Cookies
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Mystic Flour
ᯓᡣ𐭩 To put a name to any of Mystic Flour's emotions is ill-advised, as she firmly insists apathy is key to everything. She certainly doesn't feel anything when a small, measly crispy Cookie comes up to chat with you. Nothing at all. Or that's what she tells herself, at least
ᯓᡣ𐭩 She will open up her eyes to give them one of her chilling stares, which in most cases is enough to make Cookies flee immediately. If they persist, she steps close to your side, showing that you have someone occupying your arm already
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Your quest for company is utterly futile. Turn back now, and spare my beloved the sight of your pitiful face."
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Afterwards she stays close to your side, commenting about how the needs of Cookies are so meaningless and simple. She doesn't object when you link your arm with hers. If anything, you could swear she holds you tighter than normal
Burning Spice
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Honestly he's more offended that a Cookie approached and didn't acknowledge him at all. They went straight to you, immediately getting too friendly. The Spice Overlord felt his pride fall to the side for once, feeling intensely competitive over you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's not subtle about it at all. Gives the stranger a nasty glare as he wraps a huge arm around you, tugging you close until your back touches his chest. He looks at the mortal with judgement. Someone as puny as them thinks they could earn your hand? How pathetic!
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Run along now. Unless you're prepared to fight for that prize"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 If anyone's stupid enough to take him up on that offer, they're head-first flung yards away in seconds. For the rest of the day he keeps you squished to his side, making comments about how only he can keep you as his grand prize. Puffs up a bit when you squeeze his arm or affirm his boasting
Shadow Milk
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Emotions right on his sleeve, starts glaring at the other Cookie instantly. He becomes extra clingy, hovering around you at all times and constantly cutting off the other so he can hold your attention instead. Any time you're not looking, he gives them more disgusted glances
ᯓᡣ𐭩 If that somehow doesn't work, he isn't above just straight up scaring/threatening them away. To avoid being lectured, he'll likely divert your attention, summon up a portal, and make one of his tiny minions push them in. Before you know it, the stranger's gone, and he acts just as surprised as you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Awwh, too bad! I could use another puppet! Oh well, so sad. But back to more important matters—"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 You're not oblivious, you knew what the jester was trying to do from the moment he stepped into the conversation. He acts innocent, but the wicked grin on his face gives him away. He doesn't know where the portal led, and he could care less
Eternal Sugar
ᯓᡣ𐭩 It's really hard to not notice that you and Eternal Sugar are together. When she isn't hovering around you and cooing sweet praises, she's looking at you with flushed cheeks and eyes that literally sparkle. So when another Cookie tries to chat you up, she instantly feels like it's an intentional misstep
ᯓᡣ𐭩 She at minimum keeps a wing around you at all times, usually while also holding your hand and playing with your hair. She'll smile kindly at you, but there's a strain to the corners when it comes to the stranger. She knows she'll always have your attention, it's when they try to physically move in that she suddenly grips their wrist tightly, wings flared out
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Did I say you could touch my darling?~ I know they're adorable, but they're all for me~"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Her tone may be the same, but the dark shadow that crossed over her face was anything but reassuring. Afterwards, she returns to her usual lovey self, lamenting that she was only trying to protect you! You understand, right? You're much too precious to lose!
Silent Salt
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Definitely the calmest of all his fellow Beasts. He doesn't interfere unless he's actually 100% sure they're trying to flirt with you. And even then he'll wait to see if you get out of it, but he'll stand protective guard right behind you to cast an intimidating shadow
ᯓᡣ𐭩 The moment the Cookie pushes their luck, Silent Salt pushes back. His sword remains at his side, but his free arm wraps around you securely, a dangerous glint in the vacant eyes of his helmet. He leans in, making sure the stranger keeps their distance
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "They are not interested. Take your cheap advances elsewhere"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 The most petty he gets is making sure the stranger hears him call you 'dearest' as you walk away. Refuses to admit to jealousy, but he does openly keep you in close range at all times for weeks following the interaction
Hello! I have a request for a continuation for the Shadow milk stalks Pure Vanillas child series (idk what to call it 😭)
So, Chocolate Bark and Silverbell have been guarding the child for a while and it’s been going well, Shadow Milk hasn’t appeared yet since his last encounter with CBC. But one day the child is just.. Missing? No trace of them anywhere. Shadow Milk lures them away, and ‘offers’ for them to live with him, forever, and ever.
☆ Prison of Azure — Shadow Milk & Child!Reader ☆
Genre: Angst || They/them pronouns for reader || TW/CW for child abduction and manipulative Shadow Milk
A/N: WOOOO NEW PART. The previous and first parts are available for those that need context!
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To say the Vanilla King had a lot on his mind would be an understatement. With balancing your safety, check-ups from your new guardians, and the constant paranoia of things just beyond his notice, his nerves were absolutely fried. Chocolate Bark and Silverbell had been glad to tell Pure Vanilla to rest, that he should really catch up on sleep, but he seldom listened. This was one of the first things he'd blame. The late hour, the stress, and himself. Because before he could pull himself back together, Silverbell had bursted into his study with a frenzied flutter of wings and a look of pure fear.
Missing. That word sent a chilled jolt to Pure Vanilla's very core, sending him flying up from his seat. He grabbed his staff, running as fast as he could with the silver faerie trailing behind. The halls flew by in a blur until he came upon your room. The door was ajar, Chocolate Bark hunched over at the front of it. His eyes bore a sickeningly familiar blue hue that faded as Pure Vanilla got closer. "I don't- know what happened" The guard gasped, breaths staggered. Pure Vanilla kneeled down, putting a sympathetic hand on his armor "Chocolate Bark Cookie. Where is my child?"
"Right here, I-" Chocolate Bark began, before turning to the open door. His face fell. Lined across every shadow on the walls, stretching up to the high ceiling, the cheery wallpaper had been covered with black shadows. Blue eyes dances across them all, blinking down at the lingering Cookies. You were nowhere to be found
About a mile or two away by now, you sat on Black Sapphire's floating staff. You kicked your legs gently, enjoying the stroll you were taking. "Are we gonna go home soon?" You asked, and Shadow Milk paused at the head of the group. His mask of cheery friendliness slid back into place, and he spun on his heel to float up next to you. He sat cross-legged in the air, face pressed into his hand "Oh no, little sheep! You'll be staying with me for a while, remember?"
"Really?!" You asked, almost falling off the staff with excitement. Black Sapphire caught your sleeve, pulling you back upright before you could topple to the ground. You frowned after thinking about it. "But papa says I have to ask before I have a sleepover" You said, looking at Shadow Milk sadly. He leaned back, hands going behind his head "Pffft! Of course he would have a silly rule like that. But don't worry your doughy little head, I took care of everything"
"You did?" You asked, feeling doubtful "I thought papa didn't talk to you". Shadow Milk hovered behind you, circling around to pat your shoulder "Isn't it tiring doing what that stuffy old King asks all the time?". "I guess so" You mumbled "It's been scary with those new Cookies around. I can't go anywhere without them anymore!". Shadow Milk felt his face twitch as annoyance threatened to show. Pure Vanilla really was an idiot if he thought that fool King could outsmart a master trickster! He forced himself to stuff it down for now, landing back on the ground on the other side of the staff, leaning his arm on it
"Well, of course! Who wants to be locked up all the time? You're a free kid, you don't need all that!" Shadow Milk went on, Black Sapphire smiling proudly as his master's plan kept unfolding. You'd hadn't seen him before, but he was Shadow Milk's friend, so it couldn't be all bad, right? Noticing your puzzled look, Shadow Milk stood up straight and spread his arms out "Don't worry, we're just going to my Spire! It's a place with no rules and no Kings, just you and me and all the freedom we could ask for!"
"...Are there more friends there?" You asked. Shadow Milk nodded "Of course! They've all been waiting juuust for you! But if you wanna go back..." He began, pretending to turn away. "Wait!" You called out, and Shadow Milk grinned to himself before turning back around. It was all too easy to reach Pure Vanilla's weakness, he must not have cared that much if his guards were so quick to lose their composure. Maybe his friends sent out weak ones, dooming him to failure. Whatever the reason, Shadow Milk kept a mask of patience as he waited for you to decide
"I guess it won't be so bad" You said, a hopeful look on your face. To you, the wide smile you received from the jester was welcoming and happy. To Black Sapphire, it was malicious and prideful. Too easy indeed. "Well then we can't waste any more time!" Shadow Milk said, opening a portal a few feet ahead. It swirled with black magic, the inside looking like a void with blue eye symbols looking out at the three. You hopped off the staff carefully, and Shadow Milk bowed deeply "After you, star guest!"
You laughed a bit, walking carefully ahead. You stopped right before the opening. Shadow Milk was your friend, you could trust him! Still, you felt a bit sad imagining your dad wondering where you went. Shadow Milk always made sure you made it back on time before, which you used as motivation to bridge the remaining distance. Your form disappeared into the portal, and Shadow Milk laughed uproariously
His cackle echoed off of the trees, stretched across the land, all the way to the now panicked Vanilla castle. Pure Vanilla, Chocolate Bark, Silverbell, and a few castle attendants scrambled in every room, frantically checking every room for any signs of you. Pure Vanilla felt his heart break a little more with each dead end. "I'll tell Elder Faerie!" Silverbell offered "He can have an army here before dawn!". "Please see that you do" Pure Vanilla begged, twisting his staff in his hands. Chocolate Bark stepped up to the King's side. "You seem sick, your majesty" He said with a frown "Come sit a moment". Pure Vanilla shook his head. "I can't stop looking, not for a moment. But Deceit had tried to take your mind. You're the one in need of rest"
"I'll get some after telling Dark Cacao" Chocolate Bark insisted. Before Pure Vanilla could protest, the guard was already following after Silverbell. The Kingdom immediately announced a state of emergency. All the King could do was look out the window into the dark, hoping against hope that you were okay. Blue eyes stuck to trees beyond the garden looked back at him, upturned in cruel amusement. He stepped back, fearful of the presence he felt from them. They closed and vanished just as quickly. Even in the dim light, even so far away, he could feel the crawling discomfort all along his dough at the sight of them. He couldn't... right? Pure Vanilla was his enemy, not- not-....
The forest was now empty. The last slivers of a shadowy portal vanished, leaving empty air in its wake. Shadow Milk's move had been cast, waiting on the response from his enemy
☆ Softness of Stage Lights — Shadow Milk x Reader ☆
Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
A/N: Based off of Shadow Milk's Ad-Lib Ending Costume... loosely- sorry if anything mentioned here messes with his Costume description!
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The backdrop had been painted meticulously to resemble a wooded forest, filled with lush leaves and little speckles of color to resemble the blooms of flowers. Waiting atop a high prop resembling a balcony was Shadow Milk, his warm pink cape with gold rose details blowing gently. Hurried steps came from stage right, and you stumbled to your knees. The armor you wore clanked with each step, and you looked up with ragged breaths leaving your chest. You swallowed, willing yourself to stand "Your majesty! I've come to- to have your hand!" You declared, nearly tripping over your line
He turned to face you, plae blue eye narrowed in interest. "My knight," He began in a warm purr "How good of you to return to my side. I was beginning to miss the gleam of your helmet". Right as the music cue began, you got up, walking up the steps of the castle prop. "I could never waver from you, my king" You responded, voice steady despite earlier exhaustion. Shadow Milk met you halfway, and you kneeled before him, head bowed in respect. Shadow Milk pointed the blade of his sword under your chin, guiding your head up to meet his eyes. "And I would never ask another to stand by me" He said, right as the music swelled before coming to a stop. The lights dimmed and the curtain fell. End scene. The crowd goes wild
While making his way backstage and to his dressing room, Shadow Milk gave a deep sigh. His sword went back to his side, talking aloud as you followed behind him "Seems we won't be getting critiqued today". His voice wasn't as honey-smooth as it had been mere moments ago. In these rare moments of a falter in the illusion, Shadow Milk was a much different 'King'. Exhaustion hung in his lidded eyes, a vulnerability only you had ever seen. "At least it went off without a hitch" You offered. Shadow Milk scoffed a bit as he opened up the door he was looking for, immediately heading to his vanity
"We've done the knight role for days now, don't you want a different script?" He asked you. You thought it over, giving a half-hearted shrug "I don't mind it. I get to be all brave and daring, after all". "Pfft!" Shadow Milk snorted "You nearly get scorched by the dragon, you call that brave?". "It's to protect you!" You argued, but a smile was on your face. After-show bantering was your favorite part of the day. Shadow Milk almost glided as he walked across the room, sitting down and fussing over his makeup in the mirror. You sat beside him on a spare stool, removing the helmet you wore during the play. "I should be out of this little theater by now" Shadow Milk muttered bitterly. His aspirations had always been set higher than the stars, something that made you worry just a bit on if he'd remember you up among them all
"I wouldn't be surprised if you're scouted any day now" You told him "The sun itself rises to see you act". He scoffed a bit, pretending to gag "Eugh, these sappy scripts have gone to your head". The head of this theater was a very... sappy writer at times. They seemed to particularly love romances, though you didn't know why. You'd been Shadow Milk's knight, his jester, his advisor, anything a King could ever need. Without fail, each time, you'd return to his arms by the end of it. And though he claimed disinterest, you'd see him happiest in those moments. When fairytale endings seemed tangible, only to end all at once when the curtains fell
"Maybe so" You admitted playfully, leaning onto Shadow Milk's shoulder "But I'll keep it up if it amuses you, my king". Despite an obvious eye roll, Shadow Milk scooted a bit closer to you "Save it for next act". "Fine, fine" You replied, your head resting against his. It was brief, but the intermission was much needed. These shows could go on for ages, and neither of you gave it anything but your all. Stories wove into reality, and lines came alive under your performance. But for now, all that aside, it was just you and the fool king. Even without the masks and acts, that was all you needed to be content
A hidden pair of eyes watched you from a shadowy corner. Pink irises vanished in a blink, a careful playwright hidden just out of sight. Such a poor King he was, battling the mundane boredom of these humble stages. But seeing you at his side made her grin knowingly. Though the actor rejected to say it, her script was already unfolding perfectly
☆ Beyond Even The Stars — Ancient Cookies x Witch Reader ☆
Genre: Fluff, Very light implied Horror for Dark Cacao and White Lily || He/him pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
A/N: Yoinking the concept of First Cookies from CROB for this one, but Reader's flavor is intentionally ambiguous. Ancients have no idea Reader is a Witch, but can sense something off about him. Requested by @reizelius!
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Pure Vanilla had always had a natural curiosity for things, but not to quite the same degree of his companion White Lily Cookie. When you arrived as a peaceful diplomat to the Vanilla Kingdom, however, he couldn't deny that there was something different in the energy you presented. It felt wiser, more mature than even his Awakened Form could possess
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Pure Vanilla Cookie, yes?" You had asked, taking his offered hand. He gave you a patient smile "That's me. I don't think I've seen a Cookie like you around Earthbread before". "Why, dear King, are you saying I'm one of a kind?" You teased him. Pure Vanilla became a bit flustered, chuckling off the comment. You'd give him a challenge for sure
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Hollyberry had felt the difference the energy of your dough emitted, but she treated you like she would anyone else. You were polite and welcoming, and though you felt different than others, it was in no way in a bad way. It was oddly familiar to her...
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Strange," Hollyberry began, holding a glass of juice in her hands "I feel like I've met you before... but I can't remember where". "I get that a lot" You said, sipping from your own cup "Cookies tend to feel very connected to me. Does it bother you?". "Not at all!" Hollyberry reassured. You gave her a small smile "Good"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Dark Cacao didn't trust you upon first meeting. There was something strange about you that he couldn't place, and it made him uneasy. Your gaze was too knowing, words too carefully said. Who... or what were you? And why had you stumbled all the way to his Kingdom?
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Do you plan to stay long?" The King asked, voice measured as he stood in the doorway of the room you settled into. "No no, just until I get my bearings" You responded. "Hmph. Let's hope it's soon then" Dark Cacao muttered. He felt a chin run through him when your head tilted back to meet his gaze, speaking eerily calmly, "Rest well, your majesty. The cold nights are often the hardest"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 White Lily felt... unsettled. The truth she'd strived to grasp, that literally tore her apart at her core, felt closer than ever. The meaning of life for all Cookies couldn't be something so bleak, could it? But when she gazed upon your face, it was like being at that feast all over again
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Is something the matter, White Lily Cookie?" You asked, making her jolt where she sat. She'd gone back to her early study pages and reliable texts for answers, hoping there was anything that could prove her wrong. She tried her best to stuff down her nerves "Just doing some reading, no need to worry". "It's a bit late, isn't it?" You asked cooly. "I guess so" She admitted "Are you having a hard time sleeping?". "Oh, no" You said, turning to walk away "Just curious"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Golden Cheese decided to observe you carefull. You had the strength of your powers on your side, but she didn't trust brutish Cookies blindly. It was your wit and tact that made her come around. She could see you always strived for more, something she could relate to. The two of you formed a strong alliance
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "There's a greed in you, I can see it" Golden Cheese Cookie had told you. You gave her a confused, if slightly offended look "What makes you say that?". "The way you push for more, never stopping, always moving along" Golden cheese recounted "You're almost as greedy as I am". Noticing your frown, a sharp laugh left her "Ha! Don't be so down, in my Kingdom, it's a compliment". "Ah, I see" You replied. If only she knew how far your ambitions really reached
Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
A/N: Inspired off of the concept that Macaque can hear inner desires and thoughts. Pure sap ahead
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He couldn't exactly remember when he started keeping track. Maybe it was the day you stayed the night at his dojo, and he made sure you had no intentions of stealing anything. Maybe it was when he needed to get you a gift and ran out of ideas. Maybe it was many reasons all together. But eventually, Macaque found himself listening in on your thoughts. Not constantly, just whenever he got curious. Or bored. It tended to be the normal churning of mortal problems anyways, so he used it like white noise to fill in the empty silence. Small-scale issues, plans for dinner, chores for the day, all filled his head in another's voice
But one day in particular, it changed. It seemed that only half-consciously paying attention to your thoughts was a mistake after all. Because when he was preparing some props for his next shadow play, a voice that was not his own rang through his mind. "He's so pretty". His eyes opened just the slightest bit more, but he kept his head down. Your slow stream of mental admiration, all directed at him, filled his mind for the rest of the evening. He'd tucked his scarf up over his nose, hoping you didn't see the flush lining the mask of red around his eyes. It was far from the last time such thoughts would plague him
Admittedly, he was curious enough to keep checking in, but nowhere nearly as often as before. Hearing all that sappiness on and on again quickly got overwhelming. He tried to think about when it might have started, or why he didn't actually notice it until that day. He'd gotten comfortable with your thoughts mixing with his, like listening to an old radio. Too comfortable. Once he heard you compare him to the moon for the third time, he took a long break from listening in on your thoughts
Even still, there were signs he couldn't ignore. The moments where he felt your gaze on him, or when he could hear you despite your best efforts to not disturb him. How your heartbeat sped up when he got close. He'd sometimes materialize himself before you just to see you stammer and retreat from the closeness, or send you a toothy grin to watch you return it. He got more bold as time went by, letting his tail brush against you and hovering over your shoulder. Even letting you handle his scarf now and again, especially when it was cold
Teasing was the easy part. Stringing someone along took little effort. It was an art the dark simian had mastered over his servitude to The Lady Bone Demon, and even years before as a demon king. Yet this was much different from any trick he used to pull. Macaque was tempted to call it immature, how he found himself sticking close for your reactions. With his carefully crafted mask, having your admiration felt like having a fan to constantly adore him. But beyond that, to the face hidden beneath the shadow of who he pretends to be, he knew it was something more
'Pretty', he'd think. It replayed in his mind whenever his guard was down. He's... pretty, to you. And clever, handsome, charming— all these wonderful words that felt so foreign when applied to him. Yet he couldn't help listening for more, or seeking you out. Somewhere, deep down, he wanted to hear it again. Wanted to make you feel how he did that day. Flustered, confused, maybe even a little shocked. It put you in the same boat as him, proving that he was just as capable of rendering you speechless. He wanted to see it more, to hear your laugh as you brushed off the blush on your face or blamed your unease on something else. He wanted more of your space, your mind. Your time. More of you as a whole
Maybe that was why he seemed so unsurprised when you approached him in private in the late afternoon of a warm spring day. Why the sight of your flushed face was familiar, your nervousness already part of a longstanding routine. You gathered up all your courage, willing yourself to not back out as you spoke probably the scariest sentence you'd said to date; "Mac, I- Liu.. I really, really like you. I love you"
"I know" Macaque responded, leaning against the sturdy trunk of a large fruit tree. He was using his sharp claw to peel an orange when you sputtered, "What do you mean 'you know'?! I'm being serious!". "I am too" Macaque said, looking up at you. His eyes were calm, but his grin was a bit mischievous "You're not really good at hiding it". You felt like your face was burning up at this point. "So- is that a..." You trailed off, hope and anxiety both snagging in your chest. Macaque stood up straight, holding out the peeled fruit to you. "I... love you too" He said, tone turning soft and honest "If you wanted to do something sometime, I can pick a place for us"
What did surprise him was the tight hug you gave him, complete with teariness as you accepted the orange. He didn't snark about it, just simply kept an arm around you to keep you close. Months of denial, days of going over every single detail, just to confirm what, in some way, he knew since the beginning. You'd always had him. And now he had you too
☆ "I Love You... Not Like That" — (OPLA) Strawhats x Reader ☆
Genre: Platonic, Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
A/N: Reader says 'I love you' in a purely platonic way to their new crew members, who don't know where this "confession" suddenly came from. Hilarity ensues
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Luffy
ᯓᡣ𐭩 The only one that doesn't second-guess it. He loves being Captain, he loves his crew, which includes you in it. He's done way worse on much less logic. Doesn't even cross his mind that it could potentially be read a certain way. Genuinely just takes it as appreciation
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Oh! Love you too!"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Now he's saying it all the time. Before heading somewhere, when saying goodbye, basically unless something serious is happening he'll say it almost whenever. He wants his crew to know he cares for them! Pair that with a pretty bad understanding of dating norms in general and you get a very platonically affectionate Captain
ᯓᡣ𐭩 The main reason why it eventually just becomes habit around the crew. He's so full of hope and dedication to his friends, why not let them know it? He almost gets offended if someone forgets to say it to him at least once a day. You've accidentally created a monster
Zoro
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Completely flies over his head that you're talking to him. Doesn't stop moving, doesn't turn his head, not even an acknowledging hum. It's only when he realizes you're staring that he gets confused, and then it slowly clicks
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "No, you don't"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Confused, but very blunt about it. There's no way you do. You don't know each other that well, and he's had too many people try to cozy up to him just cause of how strong he is. Never worked for them, definitely not for you. You end up explaining to him that you didn't mean it how he's thinking, clearing up the misunderstanding
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Even under this new meaning, Zoro isn't sure if he believes it. But he's not uncomfortable with it, so he gives you the okay. He doesn't return it, mostly out of embarrassment. It feels too heavy to throw around as casually as you do. He warms up to accepting it, though, and if you don't say it to him as often as usual he will think something's wrong
Nami
ᯓᡣ𐭩 She just stares at you. Tries to figure out if you're being serious or not. When your expression doesn't change, she almost thinks you're messing with her on purpose just to be a jerk. But you seem dead serious about it
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "...What?"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Fully confused, doesn't hide how she's kinda weirded out by it. After Arlong, you definitely know one another better, but she wouldn't jump that far. Immediately starts asking you why you think you do, which is when you realize that she took it a different way
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Once you define the difference, she's still a bit wary, but not entirely put off by it. She gets used to hearing you say it, and over time maybe she could even learn to internalize it. You even sometimes get a "you too" if she's in a good mood
Sanji
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Like many things with him, it depends on your gender. If you're a girl (or fem presenting)? He's grinning, leaning closer, turning on the superficial charm. If you're a guy (or masc presenting)? He's very confused. Stares at you out the corner of his eye with a furrowed brow. Very not used to men around him being so open with affection, or getting this from men in general
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Either way you have to catch his attention and explain what you really meant. Love isn't just dating and whatnot, it's a deep care for someone. And even if you're still a bit new to each other, you love what you've seen of him. Not because of a crush or anything, but because you admire him as he is
ᯓᡣ𐭩 A bit reassured (or a little disappointed, depending), Sanji can't help but feel your words are hollow. Even if he was initially excited at the idea, he knew it was basically impossible for you to mean it on any deep level. You barely knew him beyond what he could cook for you. It's your consistent love over time that convinces him. When it doesn't waver no matter what happens between you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 If you're fem, he returns every 'I love you' with charming enthusiam. And if not, he'll give a small smile and acknowledging head nod. No matter what, the two of you eventually get to a point where you're the only one that can get a "love you" out of him even on a bad day
Usopp
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Doesn't think you're talking to him. Literally looks around all confused, wondering if someone walked in while he wasn't looking. He's about to ask about it when he turns back and sees your eyes directly on him
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Oh wait- ME??"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's flattered, honestly, but he also awkwardly mentions Kaya to you. Y'know, if you were there then you'd remember why he isn't exactly... y'know? He's stumbling over himself but he's very sweet about it, trying so hard not to hurt your feelings while you just laugh a little
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Once you tell him the difference between loving and being in love with someone, he gets it. Kinda. He doesn't say it as often as Luffy, but will never leave you hanging if you say it to him first. Expects a full "I love you" every time though, anything less and he starts thinking he did something wrong somehow
Hello there ! I would like to ask if you could do a One Piece request ? Hina x M! Reader, They could be either a Pirate or someone new in the Marines joining her group.
☆ Pretty Pink Prison Bars — Hina x Pirate Reader ☆
Genre: Fluff || He/him pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 You were used to facing very specific types of Marines. Old, grisly men with their best years behind them, or cowering recruits that basically served as fodder until their stronger leaders could come and save them. Currently, however, with black iron bars falling around you in a wide perimeter, you began rethinking your original ideas of Marines altogether
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Nevermind any tales you'd heard about mermaids or elusive princesses, the pink-haired woman scowling at you from a distance had them all beat when it came to beauty. The moment she lifted her shades to glare at you, you swore your heart stuttered in your chest. Her speech about capture went in one ear and out the other
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Thankfully, before you could be detained further, someone from your crew set off a distraction a few feet away. You shook yourself back into the present, taking unhurried steps forwards "Already trying to keep me to yourself? You don't even know my name". Hina's glare deepened, her stance shifting to prepare for a lunge "I've seen your face on wanted papers. You pirates are a Berri a dozen". "A Marine as a fan" You commented aloud, grinning smugly "Guess I've really made it"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 You barely escaped your first meeting without being captured, but it was hardly the last you saw of one another. She always seemed to tail close behind whatever island you'd escape to, and admittedly you'd let yourself slack a bit on your usual guard just for the chance to meet her eyes again
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Though it frustrated the Marine to no end, to you it became much like a game. She'd gotten very close to capturing you before, and if it weren't for the fact that you'd never seen anyone escape her iron bars, you'd be tempted to allow it. Sure, maybe she just wanted the Berri that your name promised, but a guy can dream!
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "You ever get tired of this, Hina dear?" You asked once, thumb trailing over a metal bar that had failed to trap you under it "You've got quite the power. I'm sure anyone would be glad to have you. And the sea is always open". "Not a chance" Hina returned sharply, three new poles already coming from her forearm "I could never stoop to that". "That's too bad" You pretended to frown, free hand holding the loot you'd stolen off of a rookie "That white coat doesn't suit you"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 You frustrated her to no end. The chase was a push-and-pull, a fight for control between two parties with vastly different goals. Behind all the order and discipline, she knew why you kept being the one to slip away. Despite all your arrogance, you had no idea you weren't the only one holding back
ᯓᡣ𐭩 It couldn't be helped, she knew that. No matter how long you stuck in her mind, or how many times you crossed paths, she had to keep you at arm's (well, bars') length. You'd never give up the freedom of the sea, and she couldn't give up the security of Marine structure. Your smiles would have to be from afar, or seen on passing wanted posters. And despite your best efforts, you couldn't chase her shadow forever. Still, you hadn't found it in yourself to care how short your time together was, only that you had it at all
☆ Sharp As a Blade, Strong As a Root — Bamboo Blade Cookie x Reader ☆
Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 As a Cookie who came from a sacred weapon, a protective nature is to be expected from him. Wherever you go, no matter how far, he'll make the journey with you just to ensure your safety
ᯓᡣ𐭩 As laid back as he is, he can be intense when acting as a mentor for learning martial arts. He treats you like he would any other trainee, so if you come to him with the idea you better be ready to give it your all. Has a very high success rate
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Really good at going undetected, which he loves using to sneak up on you. Will come up behind you quiet as can be and then wrap both arms around you as soon as he's close enough, laughing at the surprised yelp that you make
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Really weak for being treated gently. He's used to being feared, envied, and admired. But a genuine, gentle touch or heartfelt compliment makes his dough flush and he trips over his words
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Trace the mark over his chest while relaxing with him and he'll melt. He's still getting used to being more than the weapon he originated as, and being a Cookie deserving of such tenderness on top of it all
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Despite how laid back he seems, he'll get a bit defensive if he feels like someone's trying to sweet-talk you. He knows you wouldn't just ditch him, but he hates the idea of some random creep making you uncomfortable
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Not much of a singer, but if you hum a tune around him he'll subconsciously pick it up. He likes hearing the melodies come from you, they help him wind down and relax when he's thinking too hard
ᯓᡣ𐭩 HUGE on nap dates. Loves feeling you in his arms, holding you close to his chest and hearing your steady breathing. He keeps an arm around you at all times, wrapping you up in his large sleeves and coat to keep you warm
☆ Never Love An Anchor — Mold Dough Cookie x Reader ☆
Genre: Fluff, Angst || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 You didn't understand. You couldn't. You were one of the smaller lab assistants to Butter Roll Cookie, taken in by Dark Enchantress Cookie when you proved proficient in working with life powder. By the time Mold Dough came around, your patience was already thin. The burly Cookie's refusal to think on his own only made you feel ill, seeing a Cookie have nothing but the wishes of others to fuel them
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Command me" He had firmly demanded, rather often. You stubbornly refused. He demanded order and action, yet you only gave him sympathetic looks. It confused him as much as disturbed him. His purpose was to serve, to be a tank for Dark Enchantress' army. Yet the most strenuous thing you ever had him do was move heavy furniture
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "I am a soldier" Mold Dough had insisted once, during one of your many arguments. "Not here, you aren't" You responded firmly, unafraid to meet his intense gaze "You're a Cookie. Now sit down, I've got to clean up". Despite himself, he obliged. Small and meaningless though it was, it was technically an order. And your reply stayed in his mind, rolling around and nestling in a spot of uncertainty he'd never admitted to. He was a Cookie. Just like you. And yet completely different
ᯓᡣ𐭩 The tension between you two fizzled slowly, as over the passing days he began asking questions. What was it like where you came from? What did Cookies do if not following orders? In the back of his mind, he wondered mostly about you. You were a part of Dark Enchantress' fortress as much as he was, yet outside of your interacting with him, you hardly ever seemed happy
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Scarce grins usually reserved for Venom or Pom-Pom soon were given to you as well. No matter how sour the mood, your presence could help him calm down. He learned from you, and you worked with him on his level. It still took some effort, but Mold Dough could talk to you, without demanding orders or meaning from it
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "You're... annoyingly different" He had once said to you, causing you to quickly look up from your work. "You keep coming back, even when they say I'm dangerous. You tell me about worlds I've never seen. You tell me I'm just like you" He continued, still confused at the mere idea. "You are," You encouraged, getting up to walk over to him "You're strong, and that means something. You can protect others. I know you could" You said. He didn't speak much more after that
ᯓᡣ𐭩 But, with all good things, it eventually came to a bitter end. You knew you couldn't lift a word of protest when the Dough Cookies were set to be sent off into battle. All your words of kindness couldn't hold a candle to the conditioning Dark Enchantress had put them through. The very next day, before you could even bid him good luck, Mold Dough Cookie had been taken off to war
ᯓᡣ𐭩 You faintly worried if you'd be cut off now. Your purpose had effectively been served, the weapons had been made. The thought of leaving Mold Dough in the witch's clutches made you feel very uneasy. With nothing to do but wait, you prayed to whatever could hear that he and the other two could come back safely. The lab was much too quiet now
Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
A/N: It's absolutely freezing outside, but with the notorious Flame Prince as your boyfriend, you don't have to bear it for long
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Your breath fanned out ahead of you in white clouds, disappearing into the snowy air just as suddenly. Your cheeks and nose were already bitten numb, a small flush coming to them. The snow had been sudden, and you were completely unprepared for the weather. You shuddered, rubbing the arms of your thin jacket to try and generate some friction in the hopes of getting warm that way. "I told you to dress better" Red Son scolded from beside you, dressed in a thick jacket that went to their knees
"You said it would only get a little cold!" You responded, sniffling from the air making your nose run. "It did!" Red Son insisted, holding a hand up to catch some snowflakes. They instantly turned to water, dripping off of his palm "I'd hardly call this a snow storm". "You're wearing a jacket, you liar" You pointed out through chattering teeth. Red Son grinned smugly, putting his hands on his hips "Oh, this? Can't a demon just want to look their best?". You playfully rolled your eyes in response "Sure, why not"
The two of you finally came to a stop, and you sniffled once again. Red Son put his usual huffs and sighs aside, brow furrowing in a bit of concern. He reached his hands out, which you gladly took, thankful for the heat that naturally emitted from them. His hands completely covered yours, leading to you stepping more into his space. "Do you want to head inside a store, firelight?" Red Son asked gently. You shook your head "We're almost home, I can make it"
Red Son frowned. Your stubborn nature was part of why the two of you clicked so well, but in moments like these it was frustrating. He held onto your wrists, pulling you closer until your chest met his. Your face earned a deeper shade of blush, Red Son wrapping his arms around you. "You'll have your feet frozen to the road by the time we make it" He lectured, chin resting on your shoulder. Relief immediately flooded you, sinking into his warm embrace
Naturally, being born of a unique fire unlike any ever seen, Red Son had a very high body temperature as his standard. It made sense considering he lived in an active volcano, now that you thought about it. His hand rubbed up and down your back, chasing away the frost that had tried to settle there. You nuzzled into his shoulder, taking a moment to just soak it all in. "Alright," You began after a few minutes "We can take a small detour"
Red Son pulled back, keeping one of his hands linked with yours. "This way, my ember" He said, leading you back down the street. As soon as you rounded a corner, there was a humble café waiting for you. Red Son opened the door, striding in with you right behind him. "Pick the seats" He instructed, already making his way to the counter. You couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The heater of the building was just high enough to be cozy without becoming stuffy. You found a booth with plush seats, sliding into it and leaning back comfortably
A mere two minutes later and Red Son joined you once more. You began digging in your pocket, but Red Son gently caught your arm "Not so fast. You paid for the last outing". You smirked a bit, pulling your arm out and resting your hand on the table "Oh my, so formal". Red Son ignored the comment, peeling off his jacket. He tucked it around your shoulders before moving to sit next to you. "You can wear it on the way home" He said, repositioning it some more for good measure "But next time make sure you dress better"
"I will, promise" You said, shifting your position a bit. Your head leaned on his shoulder, watching the snow fall outside the window next to the booth. Machines whirred behind the counter as coffee brewed and hot cocoa was stirred, a comforting white noise. Red Son pulled you close, pecking a warm kiss to the top of your head
I have very few reqs left over but I might still pause opening the inbox for a while even after they're all done just to make sure when I do open it again I'll be ready to commit to the work
ALSOOO I gotta admit to you guys smth. Tumblr updated with some new formatting stuff for posting that messed up my inbox BAD at some point and a good chunk of reqs were lost 💔 now admittedly I did have to do some trimming to make the workload bearable so it's a bit of both.. as always if you know you sent something and it didn't end up getting posted don't be afraid to mention it, it's genuinely no bother to me at all and I'm always happy to write it if it gets re-sent!
I genuinely feel so bad that so many blipped out of existence GUHHH I WAS STRUGGLING WITH THE UPDATE HARD. But, focusing on positives, we should be back in action soon!
so we all know sage of truth boasts about being an actor, playwright, sage and poet but what if he actually meets reader who is also those things?
Maybe they translate poems into different languages, volunteers as an actor/maybe even one of the main roles at the theatre, is professor/has a scholarly profession, and also occasionally writes plays for said theatre? BUTTT as a twist likes something completely diametrically opposed to add to their list of hobbies. Idk idea seems kinda fire to me and tysm!
☆ Many Faces of Truth — Sage of Truth x Reader ☆
Genre: Fluff, small hint of Comedy || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
A/N: I picked an additional hobby at random, I hope it works for what you had in mind!
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Sage of Truth, for all his friendliness, tended to keep Cookies at a professional length. He was a wise beacon of hope, guiding those who gathered around him with the Light of Truth (or, well, what his teachings proclaimed to be the truth). You, however, had managed to get rather close to him
ᯓᡣ𐭩 The two of you were so similar that it didn't take long at all for you to click. Comparing academic notes and tales from your artistic projects came with a comforting ease, and he loved to check over your work whenever you needed a fresh pair of eyes on it
ᯓᡣ𐭩 You enjoy reading poems to one another, often delving into hours of discussion about them or what scholarly material you've both studied. He enjoys every script you show to him, and he's always eager to help you act out a scene you're unsure of
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Though the Sage is undoubtedly closer to you than he's been to any other Cookie, he still mostly only sees you during professional hours. Through smalltalk he learned one of the places you tend to frequent in your free time, and decided to pay you a surprise visit. It was then that the Sage learned that you're very into woodworking
ᯓᡣ𐭩 You'd just finished working on a design for a shelf when the Sage greeted you from behind, making you immediately jump. He peered over your shoulder with great interest, adjusting his monocle to see better. It was remarkably put together, which made him wonder why you tried to hide it from his sight
ᯓᡣ𐭩 You ended up admitting that though the arts have always interested you, they became rather stuffy after a while. All that sitting and writing made you feel like you had pins and needles all over your dough, like you were sticking yourself in a box. Doing something with your hands, being active— it got rid of that nervous boredom. You built something, something you could hold and display
ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Sage admits that he knows the feeling. Truth is vast and limitless, but that can make it rather predictable. Everything is a possibility, so long as it's based in fact. An abstract concept of infinite finality. Though he playfully pointed out that he now knows why your hands are so rough for an accomplished poet, thespian, and scholar
ᯓᡣ𐭩 By the end of the afternoon, you had shown him many of your creations. Tables, stools, birdhouses, picture frames, everything. It helped that you occasionally got commissioned for your work to earn some extra coin. The Sage smiled through it all, admiring your handiwork. "The next time I'm in need of a new chair, I'll be sure to call you" He joked lightheartedly, admiring your work with tender touches and genuine awe
Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
A/N: Prompt is headcanons of a gym date with Capsaicin, sent in via DMs by @lex1089! This is one of the ones I've taken a while to get around to so I hope it's worth the wait!
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Capsaicin Cookie loved working out, it was his way of letting off steam. Seeing how intense and passionate he was about everything, it made sense he needed something like weightlifting to get out all that built-up energy
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Previously he'd just go to the gym and come back home, but one day he offered to take you there for a date. He needed to get his reps done, but it had been a while since you both hung out one-on-one. Encouraged by Capsaicin's eager smile, you agreed
ᯓᡣ𐭩 One of the first things Capsaicin did was have you sit on his back as he did sit-ups. He began as soon as you got comfy, the extra weight being almost nothing to him. He kept looking over his shoulder to make sure you were still on, grinning widely at the sight of you
ᯓᡣ𐭩 When it came to weightlifting, he taught you how to be a spotter. He kept getting distracted by your cute face watching him from above, and he almost dropped the bar once or twice. Thankfully you were able to avoid him accidentally crumbling himself, with a lecture on safety to top it off
ᯓᡣ𐭩 "You're having fun, right?" Capsaicin asked you between sets. You'd handed him his drink and a towel, but his mind was preoccupied. "Of course I am!" You reassured him "Why?". "I know coming here is my thing, but I guess it might not be yours" Capsaicin admitted, his sharp teeth hidden behind his frown. You gave a comforting pat to his large shoulder "It's okay, really. Even if I don't work out, I like seeing you be happy. That's how partners work— you do stuff for each other"
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Once the break was over, and with the flame of his courage back in full force, Capsaicin went for sit-ups next. You held his legs, and a mischievous look came across his face. The next time he pulled himself up, he gave you a little kiss. For motivation, obviously!
ᯓᡣ𐭩 He felt little twinges of pride swell up in him whenever he saw other Cookies noticing the two of you. They might have been keeping an eye out due to Capsaicin's habit of accidentally breaking the machines when he got too into it, but he was happy anyways. He absolutely loved showing you off to others, everyone deserved to know what a great Cookie you are! So kind, and always helping him to do his best.. you really are the best
ᯓᡣ𐭩 Once it was time to leave, Capsaicin was absolutely beaming. Not only did he feel a bit more relaxed, but it was extra time with you, which always made his mood soar. Especially after you mentioned grabbing a bite to eat. He kept his arm around your waist the whole time you both walked, already planning what to do next time
