requests are closed for now, but you can check out the rules below to prepare your request by the time they reopen
I would like your requests to be similar to my three recent fics since it is what I enjoy writing right now ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ
characters include: Burning Spice, Golden Cheese, Mystic Flour, Dark Cacao, Shadow Milk, Pure Vanilla, Hollyberry, and Eternal Sugar. you can mix them up with the reader if you'd like
gender neutral requests only!
suggestive req is okay, and I would prefer nothing platonic ( • ᴗ - ) ✧
I will not make the beast/ancient in love with anyone but reader. you can specify if one is competitive for reader, or more relaxed about it
Burning Spice & Golden Cheese, Mystic Flour & Dark Cacao, Shadow Milk & Pure Vanilla x GN!Reader (separate pairs)
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Burning Spice Cookie & Golden Cheese Cookie
The day was moving along as it tends to. There were no duties that called for your aid, and you could rest as much as you liked. While that did sound nice, you decided to log into a game you play quite frequently: Cookie Run: Kingdom.
Hopping onto your device, you found you had little to do. Nothing much besides the daily activities until the next update comes out. Before the inevitable of logging off, you wanted to play around with your favorite pair of counterparts: Burning Spice Cookie and Golden Cheese Cookie. It wouldn't hurt to have a bit more fun.
You located the two and dragged them to an open area in your kingdom. They did not share an interaction, but you liked to pretend the both of them were annoyed with the other's presence. While they were your favored, you enjoyed bringing about their forced bonding. It's not like they can deny the player.
Random dialogue appeared above their heads, which was nothing out of the usual. In spite of that, there was a chat bubble that made you look twice.
"I do not see what you gain from this!"
Golden Cheese Cookie held the stance of staring into your screen, as if she truly was speaking to you. Of course, that would be nonsense since this is a game. And yet your next actions include clicking on Golden Cheese repeatedly. You search for that same sentence, but nothing alike appears.
Her Radiance then returns to a normal pose, which settles you a bit. Still, maybe you should have taken up on that nap earlier.
To return yourself to peace, you drag the beast back to the side of the ancient. They behave as coded. Somehow, you retain that sense of unease. It seems you can't let that mishap slide by. You were right to do so because another so-called accident appeared.
"Your badgering has grown boring over time!"
Your eyes hovered over the chat from Burning Spice Cookie. The pose of looking your way was taken by him as well. You begin to think, was there an update you missed? You are positive you would have known at least something of it. The cookies cannot simply act how they please all of a sudden.
You are growing both anxious and amused. The factor of mirth was less, though. With that said, you decided to log off for a moment. Cookie Run: Kingdom did not appeal to you like it tends to.
But it seems the game was persistent in having your attention. You were unable to pull out of the tab at all. It was stuck on your screen, with the music playing in the background as always.
Irritated, you scrutinized your screen. There were no pop-ups that were notifying of a bad connection, and all movement progressed with zero delay. Your eyes felt the need to trail back to Golden Cheese and Burning Spice, only to find the pair with their eyes staring at you. This time, they took up no other actions. Just a long, hard stare your way.
You were beginning to freak out. The situation was not looking upwards due to the fact of your screen zooming in by its own commands. All you could see was the two of them.
You confirmed it yourself; your game was broken in some way. It was hard to know how. As much as you wanted to ponder over the circumstances, you were gifted no time to. Your screen became a blinding white, and you backed away from it. Whatever was happening, it was intentional.
You wait for an event, yet your eyes catch nothing amiss. Your screen was black, meaning the entire game decided to shut off. Oh well. That was preferable anyway. Now you feel silly for being afraid. But then your ears catch an unexpected noise.
Inspecting, you witness hands extending out of your display. To reiterate, hands are coming out of your screen. The sight may be in front of you, but you pinch yourself in hopes of this being a terrible nightmare. Much to your dismay, you experienced the pain.
Running out of your room was a smarter choice, yet you backed into a corner. Fear engulfed you, and you were too afraid to watch. You relied entirely on your hearing, which brought a loud laugh that echoed off the walls. Silence followed after, sending off a false sense of security.
Footsteps were loud against your floor. Before you could grasp onto the noise, hands grasped around you. You were lifted off of the floor and carried by a muscular subject.
Now opening your eyes, there was much to indulge in. You were unaware of what to concentrate on. The strong aroma of spice nearby did not assist your focus. Even so, you believe you know what predicament you have fallen in. Is that truly who you think it is?
"How dare you place your hands on my treasure? Release them at once!" With a voice so divine and a presence that shines like gold, Golden Cheese Cookie stood in your room. Hovered, to be exact. Her wings defied what was humanly possible.
Holding you was the person she shouted at. The scent that stems from them left you with one guess.
"Hah! You dare tell me what to do? They shall be for my appeasement," the booming voice of Burning Spice Cookie states. You could feel the muscle in his arms, which were wrapped around your side. It seems he came into your world just as brawny as he was spoken to be in his own dimension.
For the slightest second, you squirmed to readjust your position. Your small movement caught the gaze of the two. Their eyes burned into your skin like you did something wrong.
For reasons unknown to you, Burning Spice Cookie released his grip around your figure. You took the chance of backing away from them, their sights not leaving you for a moment.
Golden Cheese inched closer to you, and Burning Spice behaved the same. She sent him a harsh stare; he returned it. Another argument would arise soon. That is the last act you would want executed, so you spoke up for once, ridding yourself of your shell-shocked behavior.
"Hey," you said, your tone not exactly still. Once again, you had their attention, which included their unsettling stare. Your next words did not follow after since you were unsure of what to say. Calm down? It would be hypocritical to demand an attitude you don’t even own right now. You chose to question instead.
"How... How are you both here right now?" Even now, you are not certain of the way they arrived. Could they merely just jump out of the game at any time? If so, why could they not appear in their cookie form? Circumstances would be much simpler then.
You did take note of their somewhat kind bearing towards you. Golden Cheese Cookie deemed you her treasure, and Burning Spice Cookie regarded you as his form of appeasement. You do not recall doing much for them in the game. How could they view you so highly?
Then you remember the starting signs of this entire situation. They stared at you from within the game, which means they can see you, which means they could see you this whole time. The idea does not settle well. Perhaps they could hear you coo over them at random intervals as well.
Now that you believe you have a few facts understood, you wait for a reasonable response from one of them.
"Right! Excuse my rude entry, darling. I have desired to see you for quite some time now, you know..." Golden Cheese Cookie sounds displeased for a matter you were unable to control. By some means, you feel guilty.
"You," Burning Spice started off. His tone startled you a bit. "You are far from boring. I have ached to find my way to you." He stepped closer, a grin spread on his face. "I have you now." You gulped at his last claim. You are sure he means that.
"Shall I inflict my radiance upon your stupidity once more?" Golden Cheese Cookie did not take a liking to his declaration over you. If her weapon came along, there would surely be a brawl. You are starting to see a pattern for the reasonings of their quarrels.
"How about we all sit down?" You suggested before Burning Spice could respond to the threat Golden Cheese sent. You made a trail towards your bed and sat down. Thankfully, they followed in your steps. You were glad your bed did not collapse under their weight.
Their compliance is surprising. They manage to tower over you, and the power that accompanies them is greater than yours. It is an odd feeling to have both of the mighty beings seemingly under your command. It is not a bad feeling, though.
Golden Cheese Cookie put her wings to rest. She made herself a seat right to your side. Her wing snuck around your shoulder.
Burning Spice Cookie spared no time for her attempts at flattery. He took a seat next to your other side, pressing his own skin to yours. Her wing was moved aside, replaced by his head smushing to your cheek. It is obvious he was curious about your nature.
It would appear these cookies know nothing of personal space, yet in reality, they do. The both of them simply deem it unnecessary when it comes to you.
"So, um, why are the both of you here?" Since your last question was ignored, you brought up another. You received their claims of wanting to meet you, but why? Was remaining inside the borders of their game not satisfying enough?
"Subjected to the unworthy matters of such a monotonous game," he huffed, like the memory pained him. "But then there was you. Your presence was a constant—yet your arrival excited me all the same." A chuckle brewed within him. "I craved the thrill you give."
His statement was strangely flirtatious, all spoken in a proper manner as well. It could cause your stomach to flutter. His fiery eyes, paired with his long lashes... Burning Spice Cookie was a sight to behold in his human form, and that was a plain fact.
You turned away from him, giving a hum in response. He was bored and stuck in a game. His motive was understandable, as anyone would go crazy under that situation.
Golden Cheese Cookie released a sigh intertwined with annoyance. It was clear she did not care a bit about Burning Spice's reason. Clearing her throat, she brought the attention to herself.
"Well, how could I not want to meet the one responsible for all my prosperity?" Her eyes sparkled while they fixed upon yours. She appeared even more divine than she did in the game.
"I only wished to thank you face-to-face." Her hand snuck into yours, attaching your palms together in a tight grasp. "You've provided me with an abundance of gold, yet my most prized possession is right here," she declared.
It is getting really hot in here now. You were bound to end up flushed between the two of them, but their words caused circumstances to grow poor. You would not want to mistake anything, but how else would one take their statements? The way they look at you with such admiration? You believe you'll faint.
"It's no big deal, really," you assured. Your eyes averted from hers since you found her stare overbearing.
Burning Spice Cookie was nowhere near fond of the sight of you and that woman, who he believes would be better off elsewhere.
Snatching away your attention from the greedy queen, Burning Spice placed his hand upon your lower back, pushing you closer to him. While you wanted to look anywhere but at a pair of eyes, he focused your gaze on his own.
"Appeasement," he titled you, "amuse me."
An odd choice of a nickname, but you find it fitting when it comes from him. Focusing on his request, you find yourself lost. How could you amuse a beast of destruction? There is no way you would challenge him in combat, so you think of a choice you would be capable of.
"Nonsense! They do not have to appeal to the likes of you," Golden Cheese Cookie sneered. She could be correct, yet you acted in the interest of the man anyway.
Shifting upwards, you pulled yourself to press a kiss to the cheek of the beast. The second after, you felt sick with apprehension. Was that the best option in mind? There must have been an alternative to please his constant need for entertainment.
In spite of your assumptions, Burning Spice Cookie was delighted. Within his mind, he presumes he will never find himself bored with you present.
To express his gratification, he releases the sound of boisterous laughter. Once again, he tightens his arms around you, which could be concluded as his form of a hug.
"Yes...! That's the rush I crave! Appeasement, amuse me again." Maybe introducing him to your small way of amusement was a bad choice. He is as greedy as his counterpart.
Speaking of his counterpart, her radiance is far from pleased. You dared to press your lips to the skin of that brute? Oh, you must have felt pressured, she claims. Fear not, as your queen is nowhere far.
She pulls you from the arms of her enemy. Commencing her wings to flight, Golden Cheese Cookie carries you in her own hold, which she deems where you will be far more content.
"You vermin! I will—" The scolding that approached the man came to a pause. The mouth Golden Cheese has was sealed due to your abrupt action. She received your soft kiss to her cheek, causing her anger to diminish into dust.
For a gesture so small, Golden Cheese Cookie feels the urge to request an abundance more of your affection. She presumes you would not hesitate if she asked. You were so giving when it came to her gold; would you provide a different source the same way if inquired?
She will question you later, preferably at a distance away from the beast. For now, you are returned to your feet and given your freedom.
The two are surprisingly silent. Still, you can catch them eyeing you, and their stares speak for them. It seems to be a matter you will have to learn to get used to, as it is not looking to be going away.
You hope they can attempt to coexist since you are positive they plan to stay awhile. Or they will refuse, and persistent fights will arrive. Regardless, a kiss could potentially help, based on the behavior they exuded moments prior.
While you're here, things will be under control. You'll have to be the one to assist with their questions. They will have a lot to ask about your world and a lot to ask about you. Nonetheless, they will be fine. But will you?
Mystic Flour Cookie & Dark Cacao Cookie
Late at night, you were awake in your bed. At an hour like this, it would be best to go to bed, but your sleep schedule was already ruffled. You saw no reason in attempting to fix it now. Besides, there were significant issues that required your aid. Those issues may be within a game, but they remain problems all the same.
While you do love Cookie Run: Kingdom, you were growing tired of logging in to repeat the same actions. In all honesty, you were missing a few days of resources that you could claim. The whole of your motivation was left to your guild. You did not want to get kicked for inactivity.
You were amidst your dark room, the lone source of light acting as the screen displaying the game. Your eyes exhibited boredom as you waited for each of the nine battles to end. The 2x button seemed like it was failing to help.
At the commencement of the final battle, you glanced at your team, which included Dark Cacao Cookie, along with his opposite, Mystic Flour Cookie. You are aware there is dialogue between him and his son at the start of a shared battle, so you tend to pay the text bubbles no mind.
This time around, you took a glimpse of what they conversed about. To your surprise, it seemed like you were included in his conversation.
"Why must you be so distant at times?"
You do not believe you read that correctly, but a quick read over proves you wrong. What does he mean by that? Was he talking to Dark Choco Cookie? It could apply to him, but such can be said for you as well. You have failed to log in for a few days now.
It must be something you are unaware of. You would rather not bother your mind with what appears to be a bug. Then again, you still played out a practice guild battle to investigate your worries. You eyed your team, and there popped another sentence, but not from the cookie anticipated.
"I have longed for the sight of you once more."
Now, it was Mystic Flour Cookie who acted bugged. Seriously, what was up with your game? You do not pay much attention to your battles; that much is true, yet you believe you would have taken note of their dialogue by now.
Aiming to make sense of the situation, you check the game's update log. You scroll, your eyes trailing over each bar of text to find what could settle your worries. There was nothing to be seen, and you were left clueless.
Thinking over what happened, you conclude this was nothing to fret about. It could very well be a mistake that the developers released by accident. After all, it is just a cookie game. They are all coded to act how they do. It would be silly to think they're sentient.
Before you went to bed, you took the two cookies who had startled you: Mystic Flour and Dark Cacao. You drag them to interact with random objects placed in your kingdom. It made you feel the slightest bit better.
"To even think you guys were real... Maybe I'm missing too much sleep," you spoke to your screen. You did not expect an answer in return.
"I am real."
What? Okay, now you realize the state of your affairs. That could not possibly be programmed into Dark Cacao Cookie's chat. Your game is absolutely hacked, or bugged, or something. It has to be something.
"I'll show you if I must."
Those next words send you into a panic. When did this become a horror game? How does she plan to display an impossible act? It was impossible for her to become existent, right?
If it were true, then you would like to prevent it. The timing was much too far into the night for events like this to be happening. With a quick mind, you conjure up a reaction.
"Wait! Wait, how about... no?" You tried to let your response down softly as to not offend whatever sentience was before you. It would be breathtaking to witness a humanized cookie, but the dark in your room made you think otherwise.
Your rejection was not taken as lightly as you wished, though. They were not as quick with sending out responses compared to before. In fact, your entire screen went black, most likely due to the power of them. This was all appearing far too genuine to entertain the thought of this being a dream.
Using your nimble wit, the best choice of action was to flee. Where? Your closet. Although when you take place behind the closed door, you realize that a different location would have been better.
It was too late. Your brain had played tricks on you by now, making you believe whatever was out for you took place in your room. As might be expected, you soon realized that was stupid. Your subconscious was scared, and you knew it.
What was there to be afraid of? You said it was simply a cookie game. There is not anything out for you. Your mind was eased, and you stepped out of your hiding place.
It goes without saying, there was nothing within your space. No monster, no cookies, nothing. A sigh you were unaware of holding escaped from your mouth. Then the sigh was not the only sound inside of your room.
The next thing you knew, there was a loud tumble audible, and you jumped out of surprise. After that, there came your returning fear. It may have been dark, but you could notice the outlines of two people, who were beginning to stand up.
Before anything else, you turn on your side lamp. You were scared, yes, but you would also like to see the face of what would end you. With a spring of light, you look forward.
In front of your eyes, you could observe recognizable faces. It did not take long for you to understand what happened.
"Your resolution irks me to no end. There is no reason for you to be here," spoke the pale lady, her voice firm in tone.
"Yet again, you stand in my way. I will cut you down once more if necessary," the man folded his arms. The hostility in the air was thick. You are well aware of the past between the two of them. It looks to be that they shared a matching goal: reaching you.
"Holy..." You breathed out in shock. Despite the rapid amount of blinks you took, the pair remained ahead of you. This is far from imaginary. You have Dark Cacao Cookie and Mystic Flour Cookie amidst your room.
Your singular word attracted the gaze of them both. Unlike them, you were unable to vocalize your feelings. It was obvious you were shocked. It was no problem in their opinion. As nice as your voice sounds, they came here to lay their eyes upon you in person.
Her footsteps were agile; it did not appear as if she even moved. In the next second, Mystic Flour stood before you. You leaned back, yet she leaned in. Her eyes opened, revealing the darkened stare she owned.
Even with features that would seem disturbing, Mystic Flour Cookie appeared ethereal. It was captivating to witness her from a distance, whereas the shortened proximity taps at your nerves. You pray any of your prior words had not insulted her.
Her hand crept to your cheek. "It is you," she whispered, her touch gentle when in contact with your skin. Your mouth was dry, yet you evoked your response in due time.
"...Are you real?" Your voice was quiet as you asked for confirmation. You felt as if you were getting swallowed in her unwavering gaze, but you kept still. Her hand was cold at the time she cupped your cheek.
Dark Cacao Cookie stepped forward, disliking the view he saw. "She should not be here." His hand fell onto her shoulder, increasing the space between you and her.
Mystic Flour Cookie's face twitched, and she brushed the hand of the man off of her shoulder. It did not take much to notice their hatred for one another. You would rather there arise another topic since it seemed like the two would argue at any moment.
"Dark Cacao Coo—or, just Dark Cacao, how are you..." Your sentence had not come to finish, as you cut yourself off at the sight of the lord stepping closer. It was to no one's surprise that he towered over you. His hand dropped its secure grip on your shoulder. They both come off as touchy, you believe.
"I have managed to achieve my true strength. I am able to protect my kingdom with ease and fight for my subjects. My sword has grown sharper—because of you." His stare was resolute as he looked your way. You felt your ego inflate due to his words. How nice it felt to experience a lord expressing gratitude for you, albeit he originates from a game.
"I did that? I mean, yeah, I did that! It was easy, really. You were very deserving of it." It was like all of your previous anxiety had diminished. Since you were aware they held you in high regard, you would play along. It brought no harm to.
You catch sight of Dark Cacao's bashful face. It looks like your words went to fluster him. He will have to get accustomed to it. Knowing how much power you hold, you plan to use it to your advantage.
In the corner of your eye, Mystic Flour Cookie gives the impression she is brooding. Perhaps your small praise of her rival left her upset. It would not be fair to pick and choose when you are certain they both worked hard to reach you. Breaking out of a game sounds like no easy work.
Shifting her way, your hands find their way to hold her own, bringing her near your person. This gains her attention, and her eerie stare is placed onto you once again.
"Mystic Flour," you started off in a murmur, "I think you did what you had to do. In the end, you are worthy of the care I give you." You were close enough to whisper in her ear, pulling away to send her a quick smile. With her skin complexion, you could see the red tint on her face with ease. She is as adorable as her foe.
You spoke in a mighty tone, keeping the god title they placed you in. It would only be right. It was clear they were in need of some sort of tribute. They may be tall and powerful, but their need of affection remains. As their "god," you were more than happy to give what they sought from you.
Mystic Flour Cookie shut her eyes and returned a nod of her own appreciation. Her hands tightened around yours, yet you had to free one palm from hers to clasp another.
Dark Cacao Cookie appeared bothered at the statement you gave to her, but his complaints were unheard. It was as if his exasperation reduced to dust when you held his hand.
"Now, let's stop the sulking." Your request fell on deaf ears. Mystic Flour cannot tolerate that man, even for you. The same can be said for Dark Cacao. There is a limit to what he can do in favor of you.
"Hey, uh, when will you guys return to your world?" You eyed both of them, believing you could guess their answers.
"I plan to stay by your side," he replied. You feel uneasy when Mystic Flour Cookie does not send her response. With that given, you are sure they own an identical answer. Would it be possible to change their minds? From your memory, they were keen with resolution and set with apathy. It may take a bit to send them off, if it's even attainable.
For now, you will have to deal with the two of them. They are silent enough, but their animosity is constant. Will you be able to deal with the tension?
Shadow Milk Cookie & Pure Vanilla Cookie
It was early morning, and in your bed you lay, wide awake and eager for the upcoming day. There were no events to attend in person. Instead, there was an update coming to the game you adored: Cookie Run: Kingdom.
You wanted to prepare for the arriving cookie, so you made sure to gather all of the resources that were within your reach.
All of the codes available were input, and you claimed your rewards from such. Heading to your guild's alliance, you battled the highest difficulty you could manage. The rewards for a high tier were not ones to be passed up.
Finished with that, you moved onto the daily acts you could do. Collecting your train goods, sending off the balloon, and fulfilling wishes. Everything was almost complete, but you had the arena to finish up with. Tallying time was around the corner, so you wanted your tier to experience growth before then.
As always, you clicked on battle after battle, watching as your collection of trophies rose next to your tier. Down the path, you faced a few problems with Pure Vanilla Cookie dying off. He was insufficient compared to other teams, so you wanted to fix the problem.
Seeking out his beascuit stats, you aimed to modify a few things. Before you clicked on the icon, you received a piece of dialogue from the healer.
"Could you spare me a minute or two?"
Huh. Although that sounded sweet, you were focused more on the creation of the text. Somehow, you cannot dwell on the memory you first heard that. Was it added on a later date?
Having fixated on Pure Vanilla Cookie during a certain period, you feel as if you would recall his question, yet you fail to. It must be your blurry memory. It seems like a reasonable conclusion.
You wanted to view those words anew to remember them the next time around, just to ensure no unnecessary confusion. Even so, after you tapped the character a few times, you could not find the message you were in search of. It disappeared, like it never existed. Strange, but you chose to let the topic go.
While you believe you clicked on Pure Vanilla Cookie's beascuit, you ended up on another cookie's stats: Shadow Milk Cookie. It was simply an accident, so you undo your mistake and return to Pure Vanilla's screen. Over again, you click on his beascuit, but then the same mishap occurs. How are you ending up on Shadow Milk instead? Your game is awfully glitchy today.
Then, out of nowhere, you are on the screen of the blue jester. His cookie floats to the left, seemingly innocent of the reoccurring disturbances. Another inconvenience arrives, and you are stuck on his screen. You are unable to click on the next cookie. None of the arrows work, and the exit button has denied you.
You would go to assume you need to reset, but the fact that everything else is fine leaves you curious. You are allowed to click on his cookie, beascuit, toppings, and skill. All is well, except the exit source. At some point, you just started to spam it. That's when you hear your next problem.
"Hey! Didja forget? I'M the star of the show!"
That marks the second time you are presented with unseen dialogue, both of which feel like you are being spoken to directly. You do not have a known cause for this, but you hope a shutdown of the game could aid your tiny predicament.
But of course, luck was not on your side. You were not presented with the chance of closing the game. The display of Shadow Milk Cookie persisted. It would be weird to blame a fictional character, but you want to point fingers at him anyway.
Looking around, you check for a bad internet connection. Nope, nothing. When your eyes trail back to the screen, you do notice another fact. Shadow Milk Cookie is gone. He is not on your screen, even though you are on his page. What could possibly be wrong with your game? A cookie cannot just up and walk away.
Then, one feature worked. You could move onto the page of the next cookie in your team, like you had been wanting to earlier. Now, Pure Vanilla Cookie is displayed. You could have returned to a normal routine, yet you did not. The last few moments were not to be dismissed.
All of a sudden, there was audible giggling behind you, which echoed in your room. There was no one else but you that resided here, so you were obtaining genuine fear.
Glancing at your screen, there was yet another interference. Pure Vanilla vanished in the same manner Shadow Milk did. Have your cookies just decided to leave you? You always thought you cared for them well, but perhaps not.
You felt no need to stay within the bounds of your room for much longer, so you got up and headed to your door. You are not sure one would believe your situation if you were to tell them, but you hold no care for that. Getting a breath of fresh air was your main goal.
Every goal is accompanied by its obstacles, except you forgot about that part. You did not anticipate the arrival of your new guests, which left them with an opportunity to sneak up on you.
Stopped in your tracks, you stumbled upon your locked door. Not from the inside, but from the outside. Your urgency increased with each rattle of the knob until a voice was heard behind you.
"Awwwh, where are you going? The fun just started!" There poofed a blue man in front of your way of escape. While you wished to be courageous, you were startled by his appearance and shrieked, stumbling over your balance and falling. Fear not, as there was an awaiting grasp at your back.
"Shadow Milk Cookie, must you behave such a way? You are scaring them," spoke the soft voice near, their arms steady around your body. Hearing that name confirmed what you initially thought to be insane. The character became real, and he was right ahead of you with a grin across his face.
Peering upwards, you spotted the opposite of the jester. He turned your way with a kind smile adorning his face.
"My light..." Pure Vanilla Cookie tugged you closer, his voice warm like a candle. His embrace felt safe, yet you were still alarmed by the situation.
Shadow Milk rolled his eyes at the sappy man. The beast wanted nothing more than to have you near him, but he begrudgingly listened to Pure Vanilla. His goal was not to scare you, although it would be humorous to.
You slipped from the grip of the blonde man, who was saddened but allowed you as you wished. Your expression seemed tense, and he did not want to frighten you. Their attention was on you and you alone.
Thinking too hard gave you a headache. You do not think you could comprehend what occurred before you. "I don't—I can't understand what just happened." They both recognized your concern, but Pure Vanilla Cookie was the one who expressed his sympathy.
"There is nothing to fear—" The compassionate man was pushed to the side, overshadowed by his parallel.
"Whatever could you mean? The star of the show has graced you with his presence!" Shadow Milk Cookie was able to fly, which was an entirely different matter for you to gawk at. He hovered to your side and wrapped his arms around your neck, his touch smooth but cold. You felt his hair curl to your cheek, as if it possessed its own mind.
Your eyes stared into his. Seeing him in the game was fine, yet his features became more prominent when humanized. Observing the eyes in his hair truly left you bothered. "Why?" Your question was legitimate. What made them determined to visit you? They seem nice enough, so you are glad you did them no wrong.
"I needed to see you SO BAD! I mean, any good host would spend time with their number one fan." He deemed you his number one fan? Really? You are not sure if you felt flattery.
Your hand was pulled in the direction of Pure Vanilla Cookie, diverting your heed to him instead. Shadow Milk Cookie gave no approval to this, his expression salty and hateful. It was obvious he believed the attendance of Pure Vanilla was unnecessary.
"My friend, you have given me your faith throughout my journey. I could not have done it without you." His eyes unveiled the pretty case of heterochromia he has. The way he stared at you made you feel all nice. You were unknowing of exactly what you provided for him, but you received his gratitude all the same.
"Blah, blah, blah. They only did what was coded. I’m sure they had my best interest at heart," Shadow Milk Cookie excused, reclaiming your personal space as his own with the pull of his arms. You did not confirm nor deny the statement given by Shadow Milk. Slight irritation exuded from the usually calm man.
"...What do the two of you want from me?" Now that they reached you, you wondered what their plans were. If it is anything simple, you can see yourself offering.
"I only desired to see you, my light." Pure Vanilla Cookie was so upfront with the admiration he held for you, it was almost overwhelming to hear. He was nearly a stranger admitting this. "I wished to illuminate you with the same warmth you gave me."
Despite how strong he may come off, you appreciate his thanks. Your hand lowered to hold his. Your action surprised him, but your next movement shocked him.
You planted a kiss on the back of his hand, returning his faltered smile with your own. It was the least you could do for such heavy devotion. You found yourself respecting him as well. Pure Vanilla sent out shy chuckles, clearly pleased by what you conducted. Would it be selfish to ask for another? He ponders.
Watching from the sidelines, Shadow Milk Cookie is furious. How does that stupid, blind gnat receive a kiss from you? He believes your kindness needs to learn some limits, which should stop right at the edges of that foolish man.
You were aware of the jealousy oozing off of Shadow Milk Cookie. It was simple to catch on to his emotions after a few minutes. You would not want anything broken in your room due to a fight, so it would be best to share your affection. It was planned to be passed anyway.
Before you could reciprocate the same behavior for Shadow Milk Cookie, the man scooped you up in his arms effortlessly. Inspecting his face, you notice a scowl taking place on his lips. For someone who was so playful a second ago, he held such resentment within him.
"Not everything can be solved with friendship, Silly Vanilly," he mocked, sarcasm in his tone. You believe the only reason he fails to attack his rival is because of you. At any other rate, there would be holes in the wall.
To lessen his loathing, you were quick to bring his hand to your lips. You send him a kiss, similar to the way you gave Pure Vanilla. The piece of affection seemed to shut his temper up immediately, and he clung to you further.
"Ha ha! I knew ya loved me more!" That seemed to be baseless evidence, but you repaid his hug with a smile anyway. It went without effort to get acquainted with his silliness when in person. You can foresee the new fun he will bring with his antics.
Pure Vanilla Cookie could not say he was pleased with what he saw, but he went without speaking about it. You behaved the way you do because of your benevolence, and he wanted to respect that. He would live up to his nickname if he were to compete for your time.
Managing the two of them for a bit does not seem difficult. Surely, if they could come here, they could go back. They will return to the game at some point, but you can hang out with them right now. Hopefully, their competitive demeanors will be rid of. You can only anticipate how you will handle them until then.
Burning Spice Cookie, Mystic Flour Cookie, and Shadow Milk Cookie x GN!Reader (separate)
(a bit suggestive !) (inspo from this post, by my lovely mootie ᡣ𐭩 )
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Burning Spice Cookie ⟢
The day was progressing as it always does. The heat blazes down from above, and the scent of spice wafts through the strong breeze. The Tribe of Wild Spices seem to have everything under control since the capturing of Kulfi is showing positive signs.
There was not much that their lord needed to step in for. Golden Cheese Cookie was captured, and the remainder of his Soul Jam was returned to its proper owner. It would appear the afternoon could not get much more grand.
Although he craves havoc, Burning Spice Cookie settled for an activity less disastrous: a playful brawl between him and his lover.
It never fails to be a joy when roughhousing with you. The outcome of the battle can only be anticipated. Either he wins due to his pure strength, or you do by catching him off guard with your quick wits. Regardless, he will revel in the result. A fight that is not so dull is rare for him, so he appreciates your liveliness.
Nearing the canyon close to his temple, the two of you commenced a battle. Burning Spice Cookie charges at you with his weapon in hand and a large grin plastered on his face. You dodge him by a smidge, your arm brushing against him in the process.
Burning Spice Cookie's smile falters, and his movements come to a slow, giving you an opportunity to strike. Yet you do not, due to noticing the change in his behavior. It is not the most common to see him with a poker face, causing you to rethink the prior moments.
You did not attack him; rather, you had some momentary contact. With his Soul Jam, to be specific. It was quite brief, but you find there to be no other reason for his slight stillness. It is obvious his desire for battle remains, so it would be silly to think otherwise. Testing the matter once more would be the sole way to find out.
Your chances are cut short when his normal behavior returns, a chuckle emitting from his way as he dashes at you another time. Burning Spice Cookie has you pushed against one of the pillars supporting his temple, his parashu near your neck to trap you.
While it seems the position plays out in his favor, his actions also give you a chance to strike up your new objective. Burning Spice Cookie inches closer, his face nearing yours. He can sense the taste of sweet victory already. All of a sudden, his attention is rerouted, and his grin falls flat out of surprise.
The Beast of Destruction detects a soft touch landing on his Soul Jam, a certain hand gliding across the edges of the crimson triangle. The feeling is new to him, and he does not know how to welcome it. The sensation causes a sheet of warmth to fall over him, as if he were an animal going through mounds of petting.
Quickly, he jumps back, putting a distance between you two. Burning Spice Cookie narrows his eyes, looking your way. He can spot the smugness across your face. It is clear you know what you did, and he will get you back for it. Though his mind still lingers on the topic. Why did he feel so weak in that moment?
"What's wrong? You almost had me there," you taunted, snapping him out of his thoughts. For once, Burning Spice Cookie does not have a response. He himself finds the situation to be odd, but he is aware it has to deal with some part of his Soul Jam. Surely he did not grow a flaw, he believes. That would be absurd.
"I will not allow you to crumble so soon," he excused, covering up the truth that you both know. This time, your lover is hesitant to come forth, as he has acknowledged the slight inferiority he gained. Instead, he watches as you dash towards him. Even so, you do not aim for an attack, and Burning Spice Cookie notices. It should be pretty clear on what you plan to hit.
The beast dodges, sliding to the right. You follow right after, causing him to elude you once more. Although he swerves your strikes, your lover finds the circumstances to be hilarious. It is surprising you managed to cause a challenge for him, making him all the more excited. Unfortunately, his excitement led him to a predicament.
While Burning Spice Cookie is fast, you were able to catch up by the slightest inch. He experiences the smallest touch of your palm near his Soul Jam and has to resist himself from going still. He does not know when or why he's gotten so sensitive.
By now, he had decided to stop his evasion. He is the Great Destroyer, a name you whisper with fear. Why is he running from another? It does not matter if that other may be his lover; he should stand his ground.
Burning Spice Cookie stops, and to his surprise, you do as well. Did you grow tired of teasing him? He hopes so, but at the same time, he wishes for more of this little game.
His eyes are trained on you, growing nearer to him with each slow step you take. You stand a breath away from your beloved's face, and your hand rises closer to the Light of Destruction. This time, he will allow you to do such. It would be better for him to find out more about the pestering feeling rather than resorting to negligence.
The moment your palm touches his Soul Jam, Burning Spice Cookie releases a breath. Without words, you press your hand firmly against the shiny red shape. The receiver of your touch feels as if his mind will go to mush. He may have been sweating earlier due to your spar, but now he sweats for a different reason.
Your hand feels so warm, tracing the edges of the triangle engraved to your lover. Burning Spice Cookie wonders if his Soul Jam had always been so delicate. It's rare for a cookie to grow so close to him, so he would have never guessed.
Looking upwards, you lock eyes with him. You have yet to lay your eyes on such an expression. His brows are furrowed, and his constant smile lowered into a shaky frown, like he gained no enjoyment from this. You can hear the uneven breaths that emit from the beast. How funny it is to see him experiencing new emotions.
Burning Spice Cookie raises his hand, which now wraps around your wrist. You assumed he could take no more stimulation; however, he keeps your hand in its placement. The beast grits his teeth at his own actions, refraining from letting any noises escape him. He could already feel a rumble in the back of his throat, and he did not wish for further sounds to come up.
Just to make matters worse for the unsteady cookie, you position yourself lower, now face-to-face with the object of his power. Burning Spice Cookie foresees your next move, and he cannot come to deny it.
Your lips press against the smooth gem, a soft kiss taking place as your final blow. It is nothing short of effective. The cookie with spice carved into his dough, the cookie who spends perpetual time under the blaring heat, feels like he has managed to melt into jam, all because of a small kiss. He had to gulp down the drool he built up, or else he'd create a mess.
You do not plan to end your attacks here. Burning Spice Cookie is fierce until the end when he indulges in your shared spars; it would only be fair to reciprocate.
Pressing your hand to his Soul Jam, you make sure to be firm with your movement. A consistent, pestering rub for him to endure. His grip on his weapon grows weaker, but he refuses to drop it. He feels as if doing such would be a sign of weakness and has not lost this battle yet.
His eyes appear to stare back at yours, yet you get the sense he stares through you. Something must be stuck in that pretty head of his. Too bad you do not know what.
Your hand rubs the borders of his Soul Jam, which seems to be to his liking. You are close enough to hear the whirr springing from your lover, despite the tough front he has on. Just a bit more, and your victory is guaranteed.
Burning Spice Cookie decided to stop fighting against the feeling you give. Leaning into your touch, he strengthens the charge that shoots through him. He has endure many hot subjects, but he does not recall a heat such as this.
You believe your lover's headspace is nothing more than a white space. Burning Spice is entirely zoned out, and you even led him to purr. Although he might not declare it, you have won without a doubt.
With the beast weakened, you lift your hands, cupping your lover's face. As adorable as he is right now, you would like to point out another detail.
"I win," you stated, and Burning Spice Cookie cannot muster up words to say anything against your declaration. If he were not at a loss for speech, he would surely say you cheated. You cannot just abuse the power you hold over him! But, oh well, you did. Besides, he does not appear so displeased over that fact.
Of course, now you are obligated to take care of Burning Spice Cookie until he regains his right state of mind. This is all because of you, anyway. You won't leave your lover hanging, will you?
Mystic Flour Cookie 𖢻
The wind blows a harsh gust after another, a certain flour gusting through the wind. A cookie would think to flee, giving themselves an attempt to escape the pale ailment. It would be useless in the end, but it is amusing to watch them try. For you, the weather is one to take a breath in. There's nothing like the flour fog to stand amidst each day.
Of course, spending the morning with your beloved improves the dawn by a long shot. Mystic Flour Cookie is a lady of grace, and you will always be grateful to have been blessed with the sight of her every day. The cookies that dared to take your lover for granted in her past are nothing more than doughbrains.
You tend to go the extra mile with your care, slowly erasing the misery in her memories during the process. For once, the apathetic cookie could admit she feels appreciated. You must be a gift from the Witches; an apology for her suffering. If so, she has accepted the present with open arms.
Despite how emotionless Mystic Flour Cookie may appear, she makes sure to return your endearment in her actions so you'll never feel mistreated. Many call you a terrible duo due to the anguish you both cause, but all cookies return to flour at some point. Those who think otherwise are doughbrains too.
Nonetheless, even those who are opposed cannot come in the way of your wonderful relationship. The moment as of right now proves how pleasing your connection with Mystic Flour Cookie can grow.
Underneath a dumpling tree, the beast rests in a sitting position. The shade the tree provides offers a nice area to relax. You have your head laid in her lap, a common place to spot yourself in.
Mystic Flour Cookie tends to meditate elsewhere, a location at the top of many stairs, but this time, she decided to take a more scenic route. After the two of you decided to take a simple stroll at sunrise, you arrived where you both are now.
The beast has her hands caressing your face. One brushes against the side of your face, and the other lifts your hair away from your expression, which gives herself a lovelier sight of your features. Her touch is soothing, and her hands are soft when in contact with your dough. Sleep could come easy under situations like this. Yet, a sudden thought appears, keeping you awake. You feel the need to share your ideas with your lover.
"Mystic Flour Cookie," you called out in a low tone. Her motions stop, a signal that you have her full attention.
"Would you mind if we switched places?" With your question out, you wait for her response. As always, she keeps her silence, but you can notice the mental debate ongoing within her head. It does not take long before you receive your answer.
"Very well," your dearest replies. Mystic Flour Cookie does not mind being on the receiving end of gentle touches. After all, she is the main one to give them to both you and her pet haetae. She is sure the change of positions would not be distressing, especially since they shall come from her beloved.
With confirmation presented, you sit up to remove yourself from the comfort of the Beast's lap. The two of you shift until perfection, and now Mystic Flour Cookie has her head placed on your lap. Her veil nearly falls off, but she would not care much if it did anyway.
She appears so divine that any cookie would be jealous that they are not the ones this close. You cannot help but reach forward, your hand taking place on her cheek. Your palm brings warmth to her usually cool dough, and Mystic Flour Cookie leans the slightest bit closer.
Soon after, you fiddle with her hair, combing your hands through the pasty icing, which felt like silk due to how well it was cared for. You can simply hope your dearest experiences the same feelings she gives you.
The beast of apathy would admit that she does feel at ease, so much so that she believes a nap would be in order, even though sleep is not a requirement. It would not be the first time she rested near you, so it would fail to be a problem.
She perceives one touch, belonging to you, idly rubbing the side of her face. The other hand runs through her hair while also being careful not to cause any strands to stick out. A soft sigh makes its way from her lips. She deems the gentle combing more enjoyable. This should happen much more, she believes. Was this the bliss she has been gifting to the guardian of her temple this entire time?
Alas, she felt your hand remove from petting her any longer. Then, your touch begins to trail further up. Mystic Flour Cookie assumed you would undo her bun, to which she would not be opposed, but her expectations fall flat. In reality, your next act is far more alarming.
Your next placement lies onto the light of Mystic Flour Cookie's power, her Soul Jam. Her face twitches for a slight second, which skips past your notice. Even though the weight of your hand was so delicate, her head endures a flicker of going faint. Conditions worsen for the pale beast when you begin to stroke the rhombus-like shape.
She feels strange. Overly so, as if you were embracing her into one of your sweet hugs, but this time around, the tenderness comes stronger. She was unaware that her Soul Jam could bring these sorts of emotions. It is not common for a cookie to get this close to her for such to be known.
At first, Mystic Flour Cookie believes the sense is one to come and go. She would not say she minds it. In fact, the beast nudges into the sensation you have unknowingly offered. Extra affection that stems from you will never fail to be savored on her end.
Though the truth soon brings itself forward. The buzz refuses to dim down; rather, it grows more prominent. It seems it was accompanied by a stronger warmth as well. All the while, your interest in her Soul Jam remains, along with your constant rubs.
Now, Mystic Flour Cookie notices how the heat of her jam feels as if it is increasing. Perhaps comparing this to a mere hug was the wrong choice, as your touch lures out different reactions. Though it is not exactly shown on your lover's face. She still looks graceful, per usual, and you are too concerned with the pale shape to notice her speed in breathing escalating.
While this may appear as a problem for the beast, she makes no attempt to point it out. Pain is not imposed upon her, so there really is no reason to bring this to your attention, she thinks. After all, she has said every inch of your love is to be relished. Mystic Flour is not one prone to changing opinions.
Your hand brushes over the point of her gem, and she releases a shaky breath. No matter your delicate manners, she shudders at each movement, a small tremble in her hands.
"Is something the matter, Mystic Flour Cookie?" Your inquiry catches her off guard, and her eyes open partially. You were bound to notice her unusual behavior eventually, which was unfortunate for her.
"...No," she lied. After realizing her own peculiar gestures, Mystic Flour feels foolish. It is strange for her to act so inappropriately, in her own words. But can she truly hold herself liable? Love did not exist much in her reality, as she believed it would be futile in the end. She becomes greedy when it is given. You know this, don’t you? You surely would not mind. As her lover, of course.
Although she noticed the suspicion laced in your expression, you continued with your curiosity, and your hand placed onto her Soul Jam once more. She hums when you do so. A stronger sound rests on the tip of her tongue, but she refuses to let it be heard.
With the light hue of her dough, she is sure her cheeks are noticeably flushed. She is unable to prevent much of that, as the heat from your contact is much stronger. She rests in a cooler region, so encountering a warmth as this nearly brings her to overheat. You can only point fingers at yourself if she were to diminish to crumbs.
She would not mind, though. Mystic Flour Cookie accepts the truth of her turning into flour, too. If it were to be from your hand, then her bliss would only grow stronger. In her perspective, that appears like a preferable way of crumbling.
Just carry on with what you do. Get used to it along the way. She foresees herself asking for another headpat quite soon. As her partner, you would be delighted to, wouldn't you?
Shadow Milk Cookie 🂱
Swaying side to side, you rest upon a grand chair placed in front of an extravagant show, which was orchestrated by none other than Shadow Milk Cookie, your cherished one.
It is nothing short of a routine, observing the beast commence yet another of his countless performances. All the same, you view each one with fondness. For you, it comes as hard to feel disinterested when he organizes each presentation so meticulously, and it is all intended just for you.
You look ahead, watching the small cut-out of a certain Soul Jam thief grow puny under the sights of his superior enemy. It is always amusing to watch some simple foreshadowing. Clapping your hands, you prompt your host to continue with your sign of approval.
There are a few acts that include this specific scenario. In this particular plot, the ending contains the lovely crumbling of the thief. What more could a cookie ask for? That was a grandiose display.
"Bravo!" You applauded once more, watching as your entertainer bowed down in a show of his gratitude. Roses get thrown to Shadow Milk's stage, not from any definite cookie.
"Thank you, thank you!" He sends his kisses to the false audience. Somehow, they are all sent your way. What a silly accident. Nonetheless, you catch each one.
Shadow Milk Cookie hops off of the platform, floating his way towards you at an eager pace. You hold out your hands, awaiting his own to receive them. Throwing his staff to the side, the deceiver believes your grasp is more significant than a measly stick.
His hands cup yours, pulling himself closer to shorten the distance much too large for his taste. The ill-famed eyes he possesses stare lovingly into yours.
"I refuse to leave such a dazzling host empty-handed. Surely, you require something in return?" You jest, a proper tone held in your speech. Your lover refrains from giggling. He decides to play along with your proper front.
"Oooh, but I could never! Your presence is more than enough," he protested, but that answer fails to satisfy you. Shadow Milk does plenty for your sole benefit. Would it bring him to crumbs just to ask for repayment?
Perhaps you may be lesser in reality, but that means little. You are certain your affection brings him more joy than meets the eye. All you can do is be left to wonder how starved the jester is if affection is all it takes to reimburse him. Nonetheless, that need of his is being met now.
"I believe a dance is in order." Your hands hold a firmer grip as they grasp onto his. Starting up a slow waltz, you coax the deceiver into a dance laced with the genuine adoration you retain for him.
"Well..." He drags on, which would leave you in a brewing suspense, yet that falls short when a soft tune falls upon your hearing. You can assume his answer when a floating gramophone appears out of the blue.
"Since ya asked so nicely, I suppose I can spare a minute or two." You managed to woo your notorious lover once more, an expected outcome. Placing your hands onto his waist, you feel Shadow Milk's arms slide around your neck, ensuring a formal stance. The moonlight peeks through a window, spreading a blue light across the space. The moment feels straight out of one of the many fairy tales Shadow Milk has told.
You move in sync with your partner, eyes heavily trained on one another. He does not blink, you notice. That would probably unsettle any other cookie, but you tend to welcome his odd habits, so nothing much is different.
The dance goes along smoothly, with movements careful and following the pattern of the music. However, the usual bores Shadow Milk Cookie, so he finds it hard to stay within those borders. All of a sudden, a foot steps on yours, causing you to stumble over your planned choreography.
Not to worry, as your trickster here catches you before you could get the chance to fall over. Don't point your fingers at him; it was merely a misplaced maneuver on his end. Though it is hard to believe such when you are aware of how skilled the cookie is when it comes to waltzing around.
"Woopsie!" Not an exact apology, yet you do not plan to scold him or say much else for that matter. With the gramophone's classical music coming to a halt, you believe there should be a closing for your dance that is just as suitable.
You stand upright, having rebounded from your unintended tumble. The soft melody arrives at its stop, and you both stand in your places. Your touch lingers on his satin clothing. The pleasant silence floats by, as Shadow Milk's broad smile gives you the hint that he is beyond delighted to participate in your waltz.
Approaching your beloved's face, you intend to get rid of the gap between you. While the beast would find rejecting your kiss humorous, he cannot deny himself wanting to lean in as well. He does so, closing his eyes in like manner and awaiting the intimacy he craves.
In an instant, his multicolored eyes open at the same moment. His attention is brought to an abrupt case: your lips are pressed to his Soul Jam. That differs much from the mark he had foreseen you gracing your touch with. Your impromptu deed brought out conflicting passions, too.
Your kiss was no simple peck. You ensured a lengthier smooch was made against the Light of Deceit. The extended action allowed more feelings to be processed on his end. It was amusing, you thought, until you raised your sights on your lover's incredulous face. His expression lacked any theatrical essence. Had your joke landed the wrong way?
"Shadow Milk Cookie?" Whispering his name, you are patient for his reaction. While his stare does return to gazing into your own, the deceiver's response is absent. Though, you caught view of the deeper shade of blue swirling on his cheeks. It appears you had flustered the beast in a way untold.
"I didn't know you were ticklish," you teased, your smile curving upwards, while Shadow Milk's lips did the opposite. Being blindsided to the truth goes heavily disliked by him. He was unaware his Soul Jam was so... delicate. You cannot trick the trickster! At least, not in any books he has read. Shadow Milk Cookie may be the slightest bit annoyed, but he could not deny the warm thrill that shot through his body.
Shadow Milk Cookie's feelings resemble a volatile batch of blueberries. One is a bit too sour, making his hair flow around with a mind of its own, and one is just right, sending a pleasant tingle on his tongue. Please, give him another kiss for him to grasp whatever it is he truly feels. It would bring him to crumbs if you denied. The Light of Knowledge still resides within him somewhere.
You seemed eager to deliver, placing a peck onto the slit that is carved into his Soul Jam. Even though your affection was quick to leave, Shadow Milk Cookie giggles on this go-around. He believes he understands now. Some excitement never hurt any cookie. If that is what his new discovery brings, so be it.
Shadow Milk Cookie will allow you to hold this one power over him. If it makes you feel superior, then go right ahead. He is sure your peck is simply tickling him, or something along those lines.
Since your lover does not seem opposed to your actions, you follow your impulse: peppering the pretty shape in more kisses. Once again, you lead a row of chuckles from the cookie that others somehow fear. A hand on your shoulder, Shadow Milk Cookie keeps you in place, tempting you to continue.
Then, Shadow Milk Cookie's laughing grows breathier, almost forming into a soft pant. An overdose of delight hits him in the face. His grasp on you tightens, as opposed to pushing you away. Now digging into your shoulder, his grip serves as a quiet reminder to keep himself composed. He did not expect his outlook to be wrong.
Perhaps the rush he's receiving is a bit much, coming out of nowhere, but he gives no care for that. The jester has never felt such an exhilaration before, and he can't help but want more—to explore the strange pulse you present him with. His eyes dilate due to both excitement and realization. Looks like the power you hold over him is stronger than he assumed.
He can not believe you still persist with your torrents of love. Though his gratitude lies underneath. The amusement you bestow is far too grand to be discarded without delay. So grand that you pressured his mind to blankness, his thoughts blurry as he puts all of his focus on your sole touch.
For once, Shadow Milk Cookie truly believes he will faint. Even though all of his rational urges tell him to stop feeding into this passion of his, he continues. He would rather chase the depths of overstimulation, and he would do so without remorse. Embarrassment was merely sprinkled into his dough.
Unfortunately, the pleasure he seeks was snatched from him. The distance grows when you reposition yourself, backing away from the fervid man. If it weren't for your arms glued around Shadow Milk Cookie, he would have slumped on the cold floor amidst the large, quiet room.
With his head leaned back, he huffs, descending from the high you had brought him to. Though it was shaky, a smile remained etched across his face. The aftermath leaves a buzz residing across himself. Your lover jolts at random intervals, as if lightning struck him with mere gratification.
Shadow Milk Cookie looks your way, attempting to gauge your reaction through his blurred vision. Surely, all of his panting was audible. It would be silly to consider you did not know the measures of your actions.
He spots a smile of innocence iced on your face, but a flicker of mockery darkens your eyes, revealing your real ambitions. Shadow Milk Cookie can not come to say he dislikes your expression. In reality, he was never aware of how intoxicating it is to be inferior for once. He would not be against this as a pastime. Or an all the time.
His stare focuses once you begin to move. Unexpectedly, you approach his brooch anew. Shadow Milk Cookie was always one for surprises, so he would not mind another round of his brain turning to dough.
In the mere second of your breath hitting his Soul Jam, his trembling harshens. Even so, he tilts your way to quicken the process. Shadow Milk Cookie believed he would grow accustomed to your onslaughts of kisses, but he could not prepare for your next deed.
Your tongue glides inside of the slit that marks his Soul Jam, coating the crevice with your saliva. That marks the moment you break Shadow Milk Cookie, who releases a high-pitched mewl in response. His quivering will never come to an end at this point. He was left with a shred of sanity before, but now? You have taken his stability and his dignity.
There is only so much the jester can handle. Shadow Milk Cookie goes limp in your arms. He fainted from the pure elation, one he had not even experienced in his earlier days. Maybe now he will stop inferring things about you. It rarely ends well.
At the moment, you have an extremely vulnerable beast in your arms. The power you hold is immeasurable, literally. Yet you would rather his minions not take sights on him. It is not the worst option to keep him to yourself for the time being.
You will be right by his side when he wakes—only to tease him for the way he behaved. And probably go about it again.
Burning Spice Cookie, Mystic Flour Cookie, and Shadow Milk Cookie x GN!Reader (separate)
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Burning Spice Cookie ঔঌ
You, out of all cookies, are the lover of a beast! Sounds exciting, right? It would be, if only that beast had not basically bounded you to his side for eternity. Not to mention, your partner is quite the brute. As a former subordinate, you could handle Burning Spice Cookie's roughness from afar. But as his lover? Circumstances become too overbearing.
It is hard to know how you gained the attention of the Great Destroyer. You were an underling, a cookie who was loyal to Burning Spice until the end. Of course, the beast has many followers, some more faithful than you were, but that mattered not. One uneventful day turned into the opposite, and the next thing you knew, you were forbidden to stray from his sight.
Burning Spice Cookie enjoys keeping you at his side, where he can see you at all times, and you get to see his lust for carnage upfront. It is a brutal sighting, really, but he believes you knew what you were getting into the second you bowed down to him.
He never thought he would entertain an emotion such as love, but your looks alone were so enticing, pulling him in a way that he could not understand. He attempted to ignore you, as you were much weaker than him, but that fell short.
No matter your nervous refutes, Burning Spice Cookie decided to keep you for himself. He found little reason in your daily battles, so he removed those and replaced them with the opportunity of sparring him.
Burning Spice Cookie relishes the way you grow weary, as all cookies do when facing him. Your face is especially delightful, though. It merely tempts him to push you towards your limits. Is it not wonderful to be blessed with the chance of fighting him every day?
If you were to agree, then you fail to show it. Even though you have been honored with the title of his partner, you seem so distant, and that frustrates him to no extent.
Burning Spice Cookie keeps a watchful eye on you, and he notices exchanges that leave a shadow looming on his face. Specifically, your exchanges with Nutmeg Tiger Cookie.
You appear so... friendly with her. In truth, it is a normal relationship between acquaintances, but even that is enough to bother Burning Spice Cookie. How can you act in such a way towards your former general but behave so still with your lover? You should be ecstatic he chose you as his partner, yet you stay quiet.
Over time, Burning Spice Cookie becomes more observant of you. Any actions between you and Nutmeg Tiger leave him seething. He feels inclined to crumble the hybrid, yet he has abstained.
When confronted, Nutmeg Tiger Cookie is bewildered. She would never dare to take what is owned by her master. Her lord's interrogation causes her to avoid you much more, which Burning Spice Cookie is somewhat pleased with.
Even so, you are not left unpunished. You have been left bounded to his temple for an unknown period of time, either stuck in his quarters or beside Burning Spice Cookie on his throne. Around your dough, he keeps a tight grip, as if the slightest loosening would allow you to run from him.
It's safe to say you should best keep away from the spice tribes, lest you want them to meet their maker. Not like you can converse with another, much less go anywhere for that to be given a chance. The overbearing beast constantly near is sure to deny such.
"I will not hesitate to crumble the next cookie that speaks to you."
Mystic Flour Cookie ˳༄꠶
For reasons unknown, a certain beast has taken a liking to you. You might have been relieved when it was Mystic Flour Cookie, as she seems so peaceful. Would it be that hard to escape her obsession with you?
To your surprise, it was. You underestimated her pure strength. Cloud Haetae Cookie led you to believe his goddess was just as benevolent as she was in the past, but you soon faced how ugly she could get when you attempted to leave.
Mystic Flour was a sweet cookie, welcoming you in as the humble traveler you are. Somehow, you knew nothing of her origins, oblivious of her true identity, and she took advantage of that.
You were so kind, demonstrating your respect in the way you first bowed to her. She believed cookies to be selfish, as her own followers caused her suffering for their own desires.
But you? No, you were much more considerate. Also foolish, but she cherished your admiration more. It was strange to discover a cookie filled with little wishes, as even Mystic Flour Cookie displayed her own greed when she decided to take you in for her own pleasures.
You were unaware that your relationship with the beast was developing into something more until it was too late. Of course, you had other places to go, but Mystic Flour Cookie gave you no exit. As anyone else would be, you were confused. Then she spoke of her growing affection for you.
As sweet as love is, you could not accept hers. You did not envision the relationship working out since you love to explore while she remains in one region. It would be a long-distance relationship if anything.
Mystic Flour Cookie was disheartened by your response. Ever since she turned the way she is now, being told no is foreign to her. She cannot believe all of the meals she shared with you meant nothing. She refuses to accept this outcome; therefore, she will make her own.
All of your freedom is stripped from you, now locked away inside of the Ivory Pagoda. The only cookies who are allowed to see you are herself and the cloud haetae. She continues to linger around you as if nothing ever happened, and your complaints are met with silence.
No matter your immature fits, the end result will persist. The beast knows you'll gradually adapt to your new life.
Throughout the process, Mystic Flour Cookie has found a fact to be displeasing. Cloud Haetae Cookie, her most devoted follower, is seen around you plenty. He is the one to retrieve you when his lord needs you, yes, but outside of those times, you are alongside him instead of her.
Gaining a snoopy trait, Mystic Flour Cookie finds out the reason why. In some way, Cloud Haetae Cookie has become a form of comfort for you. When he shifts into his haetae form, you bring him into a big cuddle.
Without a doubt, Mystic Flour Cookie is upset. She almost feels childish for her emotions when she knows you will come her way soon, but still. You choose to snuggle her devotee rather than her? How offensive.
Rather than pointing it out, the apathetic cookie subtly hints towards her bitterness when conversing with her pet. Cloud Haetae Cookie knows what to infer and expresses sorrow for what he unknowingly caused.
Unfortunately, that means your consolation prize separates themselves from you. Oh, but worry not. If you are in need of a warm embrace, then your lover is right beside you. She will not be going anywhere else anytime soon.
"Escaping is futile. All you require is here. With me."
Shadow Milk Cookie ⋆.˚𖦹⋆
A special jester has decided to entertain you forever! It comes off as nice, as you would never be bored for another second of your life. Well, reality differs from that. Some jokes are not exactly jokes, and you found that out the hard way.
Your current situation is bad enough, but your regret worsens when you know you could have avoided this entirely. If only you had not strayed from your friends. Instead, you chose to abandon the inn they took place in, too eager to advance further up the path.
In hindsight, skipping straight into a beast's territory is a dumb idea, but you had the audacity, like Gingerbrave did. Though, you did not live up to it.
You found yourself trapped in the loops of the spire, and you were on the brink of death when encountering one enemy after another. To your rescue, Shadow Milk Cookie took the time out of his day to come see what all the ruckus was about.
That marks the moment he locked eyes with you, a cookie all alone and obviously not his main target. Nonetheless, he plucked you from where you stood and took you elsewhere. Shadow Milk Cookie does not usually give one mercy, but something about you led him to do so. Perhaps it was the fight in your tone, even after appearing so pitiful.
Ever since then, you have kept a part in his group of liars. Or that is what you say to comfort yourself from the fact that the beast clearly favors you. You expected a brutal crumbling and assumed all of his teasing remarks along the way were to make things worse.
Yet you soon realized that your death was far from approaching. Shadow Milk Cookie seems to approve of keeping you. To enhance your experience at the tower, he tends to call you pet names that you feel inclined to brush off. It is hard to ignore them now, when it is clear he does not keep the same trait for his other assistants.
Shadow Milk Cookie refuses to explicitly state your relationship status, despite your constant pestering of the question. Why would he tell you what he wants with you? Seeing you in distress is much more entertaining, even though he knows very well that he has a little crush on you, and maybe revealing such would be better.
If you ceased your inquiries, it would not be difficult to guess your awaited answer. You have a personal room that he has formed, but it shifted into a shared one. He barges into your space too often to consider it your own.
The primary factor: Shadow Milk possesses a trait of being touchy. Overly so. Always his hand on your own or his arms wrapped around you. It would be appropriate to call you both one being at this point.
Regardless of all the hints of pure love that Shadow Milk Cookie has given you, you show no signs of reciprocation, which is clear enough to bug anyone. Do you not know it hurts to be rejected by the one you love? Why are you so stubborn? Stop fighting this.
To worsen matters for him, you save your attention for his admirers. He had caught you in the act, watching over another petty fight caused by Candy Apple Cookie that she inflicted on Black Sapphire. Your unlabeled lover does not see what you find so enjoyable in those two. Why hang around his underlings? Are they funny? Well, most of their tricks are learned from him! What is the point in staying around those newbies when he is right here?
Shadow Milk Cookie is jealous of few things, and the truth of Candy Apple and Black Sapphire contributing to those few things really ticks him off. And it is all over some cookie he willingly took in. You were not supposed to awaken such ugly emotions in him. You were planned to be a mere puppet, not his new fixation.
When confronted by the dramatic cookie, Black Sapphire Cookie was apologetic but also knowing. He did not expect his master to gain a romantic interest, but Shadow Milk Cookie is full of surprises. With that said, Black Sapphire is sure to stray from your path.
Candy Apple Cookie was mainly focused on showing her remorse for her actions. Her ally had to explain the truth behind their lord's questioning to her. All you need to understand is that you acquired a new rival.
You were hoping for salvation, but that all came to a pause when your one savior turned reclusive. It does not look like your state of affairs will be turning up for you anytime soon.
Shadow Milk Cookie enjoys the way the glimmer of hope in your eyes die. It would be best for you, and him, to accept the way things are. But hold no fear; he can be a very caring lover when he wants to be. Just behave to his liking, ok?
"Awwh, what's wrong, sweetie? Wanna go home? Well, too bad!"
The Bear Jelly Balloon plants on the ground. You find yourself a bit too giddy to get off the means of transportation. While you might have bribed another to board the balloon in the first place, you choose to ignore that. Focusing on the happier fact, you're in Beast-Yeast!
That fact seems more depressing to others, but they just have goals far too serious. Your goals? Well, you plan to explore every nook and cranny here. Not for any reason, but to spot out all the animals.
You cannot truly deem yourself the top animal admirer if you stay within the bounds of Crispia. With a curious mind, you plan to write about each new friend you come across.
There have to be mammals you never even imagined that take habitat here, and you long to see how wild sights can get. Also, the thought that sweet, loving creatures here have never received a cuddle in their lives completely shatters you. No matter, as you are here and plan to change that for your upcoming companions.
Stepping off of the balloon, you find yourself in a forest. Of course, that was on purpose. Your first guess on where critters would reside is no other than a place surrounded by trees.
Wandering down a pathway that was almost covered by foliage, you look both ways, awaiting your eyes to set sights on anything moving.
You are smart enough to know making any loud noises would be a bad decision. While there are friends, there are also foes, and you would like to attract only one of those two.
Speaking of friends, it seems like you found one, fortunately. The creature seems interested, taking the move to approach you.
Floating a few feet in front of you, an illuminated green being holds a derpy smile. The creature has green circles stemming from his being, rather than hands or legs. How unique.
The being appears as interested in you as you are in them, hovering around you as if conducting an inspection.
You are boring, the harmless thing concludes. With that, it meanders away, not daring to grace you with a chance to touch its skin. Unlucky, but you understand. Your elated emotions might have scared it off.
Without expecting reciprocation, you send the spore a wave off. Nonetheless, you are left happy. A cute critter is bound to cause happiness, despite no touch being involved.
Continuing on, you examine the vegetation. The trees are darker compared to those in the kingdom you reside in. Along with the feat of being tall, towering over everything around. It fails to scare you since judging is not a big part of your personality.
Moving on, the bushes here hold their own features as well. Looking closer, the rectangular hedges come along with red flowers. Not roses, but with the appearance of dice. How neat, you'll pluck a few to take home. Hopefully nature can excuse it.
Though, once you stroll your way towards the bushes, you find the shrubs separate the trail from the darker parts of the forest. Regardless, with the help of the light shining down from the cloudy sky, you are able to spot a wooly creature.
A sheep, you can tell with ease. Its appearance does not look out of the ordinary, but that lands as irrelevant. Either way, you were going to envelop them in love.
Hopping over the bush, you witness another surprise. There are plenty of sheep around, ten if your eyes gazed over correctly.
Some are resting in their place, others are munching on the dry grass. They all seem unbothered by your presence; therefore, you choose not to bother them. Rather, you watch, taking joy in all of the happy mammals around. Maybe all was well for them, even without love from a cookie's touch.
Coming prepared, you remove a camera from your satchel. The moment seems so serene, tempting you into taking a picture. A time resembling this, you could almost believe Beast-Yeast was a place of tranquility.
Your cookie camera in hand, you snap several pictures of the sheep. Settling your jitters of excitement, you place your camera back into its place. Afterwards, you notice the item might have caused a disturbance to the lot of sheep. They run away in their herd, leaving you behind.
Catching your eye, you notice a sheep that remained behind, its back turned away from you. Surely it did not miss the rest of their group walking off.
If that was the case, you step to its side, squatting to the wooly animal's height. That marks the moment the lone sheep turns to look at you, curious eyes staring into your own.
Wow, now those are some striking eyes. The sheep owns one cyan eye color; the other one is cerulean. Even the pupils are opposite in color, elevating your interest. Perhaps their herd owned the same eyes as your friend here, and you were too caught up in gawking to notice.
As much as you would like to snap a picture of the sight, it would have a chance to hurt its conflicting-colored eyes with the sudden flash.
"Hi there," you started off, offering a soft tone. "Are you lost, little guy?" Although it cannot speak words, you deem yourself capable of understanding animal speech. Placing your hand on its head, you await an answer.
"Baa," the sheep responded with an expected response, which you chuckle at. It was adorable all the same, causing you to pat their head. Even though it realizes it's merely the two of you around, the singular sheep seems uncaring of their friends' disappearance. You find no strong need to return it to its group.
"Aren't you just the cutest thing?" you expressed, now squishing the sheep's cheeks. It seems not to mind, noticing their wagging tail. You're happy to see it enjoys this as much as you do.
Inviting you in for further affection, the sheep lies on their side, allowing their fluffy stomach to show. Without a second thought, you accept the offer, now rubbing the wool, which was surprisingly well-kept, attached to their belly.
You could see yourself doing this forever, and if your companion here could talk, you're sure they'd agree. Maybe taking them along with you would be the better option. Leaving the sheep by themselves fails to appeal to you.
Reluctantly, you pull your hands away from the fluff in order to gain the cream sheep's attention.
"How about you come along with me? I promise it'll be fun," you suggested, and the sheep appeared to be interested, their ears tilting up a smidge. A second after, your friend rises to their feet, looking at you expectantly. It took little to convince them, which plays in your favor.
"I knew you would agree! C’mon, little gu—" You pause, realization hitting you in the face.
"Huh, I can't just call you little guy, now can I? You deserve a name..." Trailing off, you begin to ponder. Your unnamed friend looks entertained.
"I got it! I'll call you Cotton Puff. You’re just as soft as cotton, anyways. Smart, right?" Although you adored the label, Cotton Puff does not look so amused. Well, you never said you were good at reading animal expressions. Besides, that could be their happy face.
Cotton Puff lets out a huff. Pushing their head against your legs, the cream sheep nudges you to go forward. Deciding to not leave them waiting for much longer, you turn back towards the entrance here. Of course, you help Cotton Puff over the bush, hopping over afterwards.
You commence a light jog along the pathway since the pit stop here already took up some of your time, which you do not regret. After all, you got yourself a sidekick here.
A few minutes pass by, and you run into another resident of Beast-Yeast. If you were looking elsewhere, your eyes would have skimmed over the many translucent butterflies. The fluttering wings caught your eye, making you pause in your jog.
Instead of a pace towards the group on your end, the butterflies move to fly over you and your pet, just as the spore from before. The blue butterflies carry a floral scent, drifting through the air and making the experience all the more pleasant. One in the group chose to land on Cotton Puff's nose, which you found silly.
Cotton Puff found something to be funnier, and that something was to chomp down on the harmless butterfly, swallowing it down right after.
You stare at the sheep, who looks all innocent now. Cotton Puff stares in return, then allows a sweet baa to come from their mouth, as if what you witnessed never happened.
That was unhinged, to say the least. There was no way for you to predict that, so you decided to rid it from your mind. Not much you can do now.
As one might expect, all of the pretty butterflies fluttered away due to Cotton Puff's behavior. You fail to blame them, and you also hold no blame for Cotton Puff, somehow. Their chubby face is too hard to hate.
Even so, you should probably offer him a piece of your hearty rye, or maybe the whole roll. You would like to prevent another incident from occurring.
Like a cat, Cotton Puff circles around your legs, the soft wool rubbing against you. Might it be an apology, you believe you’re not the one to receive it.
Nonetheless, the lover in you returns his little cuddle, ruffling Cotton Puff's wool. Again, the sheep appreciates it, and you can hear the slightest rumble erupting from their throat.
While that's adorable, you also do not want to waste the rest of the day smothering Cotton Puff in affection, even though it is tempting. You must spare some for your future friends.
With a quiet whistle, you bring Cotton Puff back into focus on your small trip. They was one step in front of you, as they already started up their trot. You follow along, not too far behind your unpredictable friend.
This time around, it takes a bit longer for you and your pet to find another wildlife. Perhaps choosing left on the split path you came across earlier was not the best choice, as the vegetation lessens with each step, and the trees grow tapered around you. You prefer the livelier setting of flowers and shrubs.
Laying at the end of the path, you spot another life form. Thankfully, selecting this trail wasn't for naught.
At first, you would guess it is simply another sheep, but as you and Cotton Puff shorten the distance, you notice this "sheep" is noticeably larger. Other traits stick out, such as the pointed ears and longer tail.
Since you are well educated on the topic of animals, you could tell this anomaly was a wolf, who was too busy munching on grub to notice their two watchers.
Yet a conveniently placed branch snaps under your foot, alerting the wolf in sheep's clothing of your placement.
Turning with a stare and quick to start up a growl, the wolf seems defensive of its findings. By all means, you were not here to steal food. You are far more interested in the fact that an idiom in Crispia is no longer such in Beast-Yeast.
In spite of your wishes, the chance is snatched away, as Cotton Puff took the bold decision of biting the snout of their newfound enemy. You were unaware their little legs allowed them to jump so high.
Going against its intimidating front, the wolf releases a whine and wastes no time to dash away. Cotton Puff watches, then returns to your side with his guiltless smile.
Maybe it would be optimal for the both of you to rest now. You can only pray that a nap can remove Cotton Puff's tendencies to bite other creatures.
You choose to retrace your steps, going after the location you found Cotton Puff in the first place. It's probable that being away from their natural environment stirs up odd reactions. Or that is just what you tell yourself, since you cannot come to believe that such a docile animal can be so naturally violent.
At last, you've come across a suitable spot to rest. A clear area surrounding a tree, along with a few bushes taking place nearby.
Sitting against the tree, you put your satchel to the side. Cotton Puff makes ease of placing themselves right on your lap, a perfect spot for them to nap.
Giving them one more good petting, scritching their round head to ensure a good doze, you find your eyes closing. Anyone would be tired after such a trip, so you allow your eyes to shut, falling into a light snooze.
Your eyes twitch open, slowly awakening due to the sun peeking through the branches and onto your face. The light stands as your first sign that, perhaps, you slept through the night, your nap shifting into a full-on slumber.
On an unrelated topic, your lap feels unusually heavy. You're quick to correct yourself, as you remember Cotton Puff taking place there before you fell asleep. Nonetheless, you go to look at them.
Huh, when did Cotton Puff grow so... blue? Not to mention, why does your former fluffy friend now appear as a cookie? You cannot be remembering wrong; you're sure Cotton Puff was a sheep. Then who is this?
An unknown cookie rests their head on your lap. Of course, you plan to wake them. As kind as you are, this is uncalled for. Even so, you intend to wake them nicely.
"Uh, hey?" You tugged on their shoulder. While you expected them to stir, you did not anticipate them to stare dead in your eyes once they turned.
"...Hello," you whispered, far too unsettled to say much else. The wide smile the blue cookie holds does little to comfort you.
Instead of a verbal reply, the cookie rises, giggles falling out of his mouth one after one. Was this some sort of prank? If it was, you start up your own awkward laugh, even though you failed to catch on to the topic.
"Well hello to you too!" The man returns your greeting with an eager one, pushing his cheek to your own in order to nuzzle your face. He's quite affectionate, that much you know.
"Who are you?" Pushing through his warmth, you managed to squeeze out your question. This cookie seems more acquainted with you than you are with him.
Pausing his tenderness, the cookie tilts his head when eyeing you.
"What could you ever mean? You know me!" That fell short in answering your inquiry, also playing a part in your confusion increasing.
"C’mon, take a reeeeal good look at me. Here's a hint: you love me very, very much." This cannot be a cookie from your kingdom, as you associate more with animals than others back home.
Since he offered, you take a good look at him. His clothes were... something, in short. Taking a look at his hair, it was unexpectedly staring back at you. You'll skip past that.
His face has a scar across his eye. Speaking of his eyes, which are next in line for inspection, you spend little time examining the pair.
"Cotton Puff?" His larger grin tells you your answer, but you are still dumbfounded. A cookie that possesses the ability to turn into a sheep. Since when? This is not what you meant by wanting to meet diverse animals.
"BINGO! Maybe the hint gave away too much, hm?" The real hint was his eyes, which, in truth, you should have noticed earlier. Though, looking at his eyes was the least of your worries in the moment. He was a stranger sleeping on your lap, and that stood out much more.
"But now you have met the real me! You should be thankful, really. Many don’t see this form, and if they do, well, they don’t live for much longer, ha ha!" That took a dark turn, and you recall that pattern in Cotton Puff, too. You feel inclined to believe him now.
"Allow me to give a proper introduction." You watch as the cookie removes himself from your lap, now hovering a few feet in front of you. He clears his throat to begin.
"It is I, Shadow Milk Cookie! Or, y'know, the Beast of Deceit, the true holder of a Soul Jam, the notorious jeste—"
Truthfully, you did not listen to anything else after that. The words "Beast of Deceit" caught your focus, and you feel dread engulf your being.
Was it true? The fables of the all-powerful Beasts were real all along? It just seems like anything and everything exists in Beast-Yeast. And to think you, a merely curious cookie, were cuddling him?! That had to offend him greatly. Could he find it within himself to forgive you?
"I’m sorry," you shouted, now on your knees in a sorrowful position. Your entire act caught Shadow Milk Cookie off guard, interrupting him in the middle of his ramble, while also bewildering him.
His jester hat in hand, he stares at you with a raised eyebrow. Shadow Milk is knowledgeable, so he can tell why you switched up so quickly. It's adorable if you were to ask him.
"Ooooh, someone knows me, don'tcha?" He did not bargain for that, but it makes this all the more fun. Shadow Milk Cookie is not beyond taking a thing or two for his advantage.
Your eyes dashing towards your bag, you lay your hands inside, rustling for an item. Shadow Milk Cookie watches with interest. Not exactly what one does when they find themselves within the presence of his might, but whatever. He could tell you were an odd one from the start anyway.
You pull out a... castella? Wow, you really know how to shock the crowd. Instead of shock, Shadow Milk Cookie would say confuse.
"Could you forgive me?" That look on you really is cute, the Beast thinks. Now you lie as the one appearing as a little lamb.
Besides that, if you had anything to apologize for, it's the stupid name you gave him. Cotton Puff, for a sheep? Too cliché. But you make up for it with all the cuddles you gave him.
"Hm," Shadow Milk Cookie hums in thought, grabbing your gift. "Boring!" He throws the castella elsewhere, and your expression deflates. He dislikes that look, but what else did you expect with a castella? What is he going to do with cake? Eating is not a requirement for him like it is for you. You’re so ditzy, and it's stupid how that attracts him.
"I have something else!" Quickly, you search your bag, as if there was anything else that could be of worth to a Beast. He has to have everything he could ever want by now.
"Ah, ah, ah!" "Cotton Puff" stops you in your tracks, which you find unfortunate. Is he going to end you now? Without mercy?
"I know just the thing I want," he states, leaving you on edge. Please let it be something other than crumbling you.
"I spy my little eye on..." Shadow Milk Cookie trails off, leaving you with suspense. He could soak up your face forever, but he gets to the point.
"[Name] Cookie!" Immediately, your face alters into a look of horror, and Shadow Milk Cookie does not favor that in the slightest. You did not even give him a chance! Whatever stupid cookie told you about him gave you the completely wrong idea. No worries; he can show you how benevolent he is.
"I’m... I'm sorry," is all you manage to speak in a shaky tone. From that alone, Shadow Milk Cookie can tell that you have got this all mixed up. He refuses to hurt you, so cheer up already. Did you think you could get away after showing him such tenderness?
The jester decides that love is the best medicine, charging towards you to embrace you in a tight hug. To accentuate it all, he lifts the two of you above ground, twirling you around in his arms.
"Oh, stop your silly apologies already. I chose to grace you with forgiveness," he's decided, speaking in a high and mighty tone.
"Really?"
"Nope." Well, that's one way to diminish all hope you had left.
"If you really are sorry, then come to my abode, like the good cookie you are," Shadow Milk requests, though it comes off as more of a demand since there is not much of a choice for you here.
"It's decided. YOU, my little lamb, belong to ME!" Shadow Milk is overly giddy to announce his claim over you when you didn't even respond. Though it goes as easy to guess what you would have said anyway.
And with that, the two of you poof away to your new home. You can bid your old friends here farewell. Actually, bid all of your friends farewell. You would be crazy to believe you'll be seeing Crispia anytime soon.
A brush in hand, you find your current situation more pleasant than you anticipated. You were transported to a realm that belonged to the deceitful cookie. Tricks, cards, and puppet shows resided everywhere in the mass of pitch black.
Right now, Shadow Milk Cookie created a comfortable bed for the two of you to sit atop. The Beast lays his head on your lap, similar to before, to let you brush his unusual hair. Not living up to your expectations, the brush does not harm the eyes taking place in his icing.
Legs swinging in the air, Shadow Milk Cookie enjoys being tended to more than he thought. He could still live without it, duh. Although that's what he tells himself. The trickster refuses to grow vulnerable with you this early on. You have to work for it.
Shadow Milk Cookie plans to keep you for a while. He would like to see how tender your relationship could become. Also because you pamper him in affection all too well. He might be strong, but not strong enough to turn you down. His pampering puppet, he titles you.
Besides, you seem so willing now. All it took on his side was saying your view of him was a "big misunderstanding," that the liar was not all that bad. He would never crumble another cookie!
He wonders how you fell for that.
"Sooo, my star! How did ya end up here in the first place? Runnin' from someone? Huntin' someone down?" Shadow Milk Cookie is educated, but he does not know everything. He was busy escaping those faeries and all that, so he fumbles in knowing why you came here.
"I wanted to explore what types of creatures reside here," you explained, and in return, he laughs. Shadow Milk should have foreseen a reason like that would be yours.
It is shocking you have not suffered any injuries throughout your journey. It would have happened soon enough if he had denied accompanying you, so you should be grateful for him, he thinks.
"Awwwh, well then! I'll show you ALL the animals you desire." That excites you quite a bit.
"Just kiddin!" he settles on. Shadow Milk Cookie is not fond of you sharing your endearment with other beings. You should have learned that he lives as a fickle cookie.
"After all, I'm the only animal you need." Instead of a cookie, there rests Cotton Puff on your lower section. The sight is familiar, bringing you warmth, even though you realize the sheep was not what they seemed.
This time, you bring Cotton Puff into a hug, feeling his coat brush against your cheek. It could be that Shadow Milk Cookie was right, that the cream sheep could be your one and only pet.
Cotton Puff licks your cheek, and you deem that a sign of reciprocation. It doesn't sound so bad staying here a while.
Without a doubt, Shadow Milk Cookie would agree. Just turn a while into forever. Where else could his little lamb have to go when he's right here?
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A/N: Sorry for being inactive for a bit. I had several assessments, was under the weather, and burned my fingers. I believe it is the curse of being a writer coming to strike me. (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)
Solitude. That is how White Lily Cookie would describe her life. Living in solitude, away from her friends in order to avoid becoming a bother after what she caused.
Nonetheless, a secret longing, a hidden desire, haunts White Lily Cookie whenever her mind goes across the thought. The notion of what she desperately craves, the loving touch from another cookie.
Though White Lily Cookie finds it hard to believe that she could ever be deserving of a beloved companion. After all, she deems Golden Cheese Cookie's prior afflictions to be her fault. How could she trouble her childhood friend? Is she truly worthy of a relationship so tender?
If not, she could always keep Pure Vanilla Cookie close, along with the children that played a part in her rescue.
But she fails to see much reason in carrying that out. Her friends feel so distant, even though forgiveness has been expressed on their part many, many times.
No matter the reassurance Pure Vanilla offers, White Lily cannot come to excuse herself for her past doings. White Lily Cookie dedicates endless effort to overcoming evil. Perhaps then she could be forgiven, but for the time being, she will keep to herself.
Though solitude comes to naught this time around. You, also a friend in her earlier days, came to reunite with her. Of course, White Lily Cookie did not forget you. Your warmth, that some might consider overbearing, was simply too strong of a memory to rid of.
In spite of that, she could not blame you if you fell silent at her reappearance. White Lily would halt her judgement if you went to the same lengths of distance that Golden Cheese has, since she believes such would only be deserved.
Going against her assumptions, you welcomed her with the brightest smile she claims to have seen. You were so giddy to see White Lily Cookie after her lengthy rest, an emotion she failed to foresee.
A reunion that she smiles when thinking of, you rushed to engulf her in a hug. Your arms wrapped around her figure, White Lily Cookie was far too incredulous to return your affection, which she deplores now. White Lily now remembers to reciprocate your fondness each time.
The moment could have brought her to tears, yet a nostalgic smile was laced upon her face instead. She denied ruining the moment with her tears.
White Lily Cookie will forever be thankful for your forgiveness, as without it, she is certain her cookie would be much more frail.
Ever since that day, you have remained at her side, stuck together like glue. The faeries have gotten used to you, considering it abnormal to see you two apart. White Lily would not prefer it any other way, since you have a way of brightening her day like no other.
Might it be a walk through the flowerbeds, tending to the chirpy blue birds, or merely gazing upon the stars when it comes dark out, each occurance is engraved into her mind. When it comes to you, she finds herself wanting more and more of your bubbly personality.
And you are more than happy to give, offering a snug embrace every morning. At dawn, inside of her abode, you tend to braid her hair for her. The feeling of your hands brushing through her hair provide her comfort, and she can only wish to give the same to you.
You insist that all is well, that she deserves to relax for once. With such a genuine expression, you give her sincere compliments for all she has managed to accomplish. Not to mention the consoling touch you hold on her hand. The mass of admiration you maintain for her causes her face to feel hotter, and White Lily is well aware of why.
This time, White Lily Cookie takes the initiative to hug you. It catches you by surprised, but you accept it all the same.
While hugging is always a joy with you, she only gave one to hide her flustered face.
After her discovery, White Lily Cookie has acted a bit shyer, straying from her soft-spoken self. You've noticed, but she denies any accusations you point her way. Avoiding your eyes, along with keeping a foot or two between you both, all while you have not done anything out of order. You fumble to remember the last instance where White Lily has behaved so hesitant.
Mecurial Knight Cookie, always the watchful eye, questions if something is wrong. In spite of what one might think, you settle his worries. You have accompanied White Lily Cookie long enough to be aware of when she is upset in truth, and now, she is not. An emotion more peculiar lies beneath.
Finishing up her nightly duties, White Lily Cookie bumps into you on her trail, which was intended on your side. To make matters worse, the moonlight shines especially nice on your dough tonight. Oh, how difficult you make it to keep a steady face.
"White Lily Cookie," you spoke her name so nicely, it makes her want to crumble. "I know something's wrong. Please, you can tell me." A plead coming from you, how can she refuse? It pains her to realize the worry she has made you experience.
Stepping away from the butterfly arch, you near close to her. This time, she falters to increase distance, allowing your hand to cup her cheek.
Even when she acts out, you continue to save kindness for her, she notes. White Lily releases a shaky sigh, unable to divert her gaze to the pale trees as she wishes. Your eyes are far too captivating.
"[Name] Cookie, I apologize. It's just that..." White Lily Cookie trails off, leaving you brimmed with anticipation. You disapprove of rushing her. Rather, you wait, allowing her to gather her thoughts.
"I’m in love with you, [Name] Cookie," she blurts out, regretting it within the second. To worsen matters, you stare at her with widened eyes. Is it disgust, or mere shock? Her anxious mind makes her believe the former sets as the truth.
Before her subconscious could do anything rash, you embrace her into a hug. White Lily Cookie finds that she fits quite well into your arms, your small cuddle holding tighter than usual.
You whisper, just for her to hear, an acception to her confession. She believes she must have heard wrong. As knowledgeable as she is, White Lily Cookie considers this moment to be a dream, one that she would not mind living in forever.
Returning to reality, White Lily Cookie allows her flower staff to fall, a thump heard when it hits the ground.
Using her now free hands to reciprocate your embrace, White Lily could almost whine. Going nearly a day without your touch is more sufferable than she thought. A mental note is made: to be upfront with her feelings. She deprived herself of love because of her bashfulness, which will be a one time occurance.
Might this be the beginning of a caring relationship, one that she has been yearning for? Maybe being honest with her feelings from the start would not have been so bad.
White Lily Cookie can tell you'll be more insistent to tag along on her checks around the kingdom, which she usually declines since you should be at rest. Though the thought of it does not sound so dreadful, since you will be deemed her partner now. She looks forward to spending even more time with you.
Nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck, White Lily Cookie finds the future of her life to seem additionally pleasing with you present.
Now her solitude will stay shared with another. Please, will you stay for eternity? White Lily is afraid you have turned her greedy. It is now your duty to fill the need you've made her hungry for, which she is certain you'll have no trouble doing. After all, you fullfil the requirement without being asked. What's a bit more to provide?
The room is still, and you wish for nothing more than a distraction to pull away the watchful eye on your figure. Not to mention, the grip that holds tight around your hand, refusing to let you step away from your seat.
Within the timeframe, something has obviously snapped inside of Truthless Recluse's mind; something you played a part in, which you come to regret. Now, a stern glare is received whenever you even entertain the thought of leaving his side.
"It isn't safe out there," he goes to claim each time you question when you may leave, like a robot with a single voiceline. In all truth, you begin to wonder if being in here is any better than taking place outside.
With even your smallest movements, Truthless Recluse follows along. Tick by tick, your sanity sinks further and further. You hoped to find a way out by now, yet Truthless Recluse proves to be a hindrance every time you make an effort.
You find it hard to believe one could really desire a life so dreary, sitting on the edge of a bed for hours on end.
Well, the time that has elapsed by now is a few 10 minutes if one were to seek out accuracy, but you believe your hyperbole cannot be so far from the reality in the future.
"Pure Vanilla Cookie," you huff out, shifting your head to peer at him. "If you love me so much, then you must let me go." That sounds silly, but you have nothing left, so you hold no blame against yourself for your weak efforts.
"If you love me so much, then why try to abandon me?" Truthless Recluse counters. He has always possessed a sharp tongue, a quality that doesn't seem all that enjoyable in situations like this.
You’re unaware of how to answer him, so you do not. Rather, you allow another topic a chance to arise.
"I’m hungry," you mutter, just loud enough for him to hear. Part of you spoke the truth, as the trip here gained you an appetite. The other half of you is just desperate to find a way to distract him.
Now you wait to determine if he's cruel enough to deny you food. Though with the current fixation he displays, you feel you can take a guess.
Startled, you watch as Truthless Recluse stands to his feet. This time, he opposes taking you along, it appears.
Without words, Truthless Recluse strides through the room and towards the exit. Just like that, he disappears behind the door.
Well, he looked to be getting you a meal? A question of higher importance, where would one find refreshments here? You send him your luck, which is faint as it is.
In your solitude, you realize there's a shot your dearest husband will be gone for a bit of time. With the overbearing cookie on short leave, this provides you an opportunity to strategize an escape!
Though with the appearance the Spire takes, you have to be sure to tread lightly. One mistake and you can find yourself stumbling on a staircase lacking any railing.
Hopping off of the bed you were glued to, you edge your way over to the single window in the room. Peering out of the shiny glass, you eliminate the window as a route out. The considerable drop down tells you all you need to know of how that trip will conclude.
That leaves one alternative to choose: the very door that Truthless Recluse walked out of. You doubt he'd take a lengthy time to retrieve anything for you. As sweet as that statement is, you spare little time to dwell on it.
You hurry yourself out of the doorway, but you ensure to close the opening with silence, as to not interrupt the stillness of the tower. It would merely disclose your current actions, which is the last thing necessary.
So, out of your cell and free, you run. Where? You're unknowing of the answer yourself, as attempting to fight for your captured friends would be a losing battle on your end. But you do believe it has to be anywhere distances away from that cream colored expanse. In addition to staying out of sight from a specific cookie with cream colored hair.
You underestimated just how disoriented one could get when inside of a tower like this. At this point, lost would not be the word you would title yourself at the moment, as you are far beyond it.
The start of your adventure, you recall spotting a winding staircase that you assumed led to a lower destination. Yet after that, you somehow wandered your way onto a higher floor.
You would prefer staying in the room you were once in, rather than walking up and down multiple flights of stairs leading you in circles. It failed to help that you were running on an empty stomach.
Calling out for Pure Vanilla Cookie doesn't seem like the worst idea. He can come to forgive you, can he not? Truthless Recluse has to believe you when you claim you were "simply on a search for him, due to how you missed him so."
Amidst your journey, you finally reach a place to offer relaxation. The furniture in this particular space is not so abnormal. Although a bit large, a chair takes place behind a desk.
With desperation, you head to perch yourself onto the padding. However, it appears another being took ownership over the comfort you long for.
You shriek, almost settling atop a snake, a blue and black pattern adorning its skin. Well, now you have alerted anyone around of your location, as the snake shows to have been disturbed by your fright.
Tumbling backwards, you knock over a floating waffle cone. You curse the disruption that decided to follow you now of all times.
You prepared to land on the hard, cold floor, but then bump into another object. This time, the item is reluctant to fall over.
But then the whiff of sweet vanilla hits you. Huh, wonder what that could be.
You don’t need to be a genius to figure out what—or who you collided with. The singular surprising matter is how hasty he was to get here. You almost feel flattered.
Whirling your head around, you come to meet the cold glare given by Truthless Recluse. Once again, you seem to have angered him. You wonder how many times such will repeat.
"Funny seeing you here..." Not the best choice of words, as his irked stare shows he believes nothing to be humorous.
"What are you doing out of our room," he questions, his lips held tight in a frown.
"Well, I was, um, so lonely. I mean, I couldn't stay away from you for such a long time," you spoke in a lie, as if you also labeled yourself a deceiver.
Oh, but Truthless Recluse has shed his gullibility, ahis facial expression gives no indication that you managed to convince him. All you can wish for is a shred of leniency.
"Why do you attempt to leave me? You said you loved me," Truthless Recluse spoke, voice filled with bitterness. His grief comes off as truthful, his brows knitted together as a hint. It is surprising to witness him so fragile, making your face still in regret.
Truthless Recluse rathers you remain quiet. Regardless of whatever your reasoning may be, you will reside in the wrong from his perspective. Does he have to teach you how to listen?
Rising his hand towards yours, Truthless Recluse holds a gentle yet firm grip on your wrist.
"Come. Your food will get cold." The slight shame you feel when met with his vulnerability, along with the addition of food, inclines you to do as told.
Truthless Recluse somehow knows his way around the Spire, which you’re thankful for. The sight of the room, the setting you stall the most in, looks more comforting the second time around.
Near a flower vase, you spot a Jellybean meal. How nice of him to provide a lunch so luxurious. You are too starved to care where he attained it.
While sitting in a chair is your first choice, Truthless Recluse disagrees, guiding you back to his bed. A likely motive is he wishes to sit to your left, and that's that.
It feels strange to eat alone, Truthless Recluse watching with no plate of his own. Prone to sharing, you offer a portion.
"Do you want any?" He refuses a response. A probable answer as to why is there might be some lingering agitation from your pursue away from him.
If Truthless Recluse only puts up a front, manipulating you from behind the scenes, then he has you fooled. Now you feel the need to apologize.
"I’m sorry," you mumble out, even though you are not entirely sure if you should be the one asking for forgiveness.
Food is always a good apology gift, that much is true, but that is not the case right now.
Pure Vanilla Cookie always had a trouble of keeping up with his daily meals. That part of him has not been altered. Someone has to remind him here and there, so you will take up that role, just as you have before.
Holding up the fork with your free hand, you push the piece of jelly near his mouth.
"Eat, Pure Vanilla Cookie. Are you still upset?" With a mere glance, you can tell he is.
"I'll kiss you again if you do," you offer, voice tinted with curiosity. You hope that one more side of him remained the same, so that your approach seems somewhat tempting.
Truthless Recluse hates that he loves those certain proposals you tend to hand out. He will accept them when they do not relate to your exiting, of course, yet he is still allowed to be frustrated about it. Nonetheless, the warmth you give out is too valuable to give up. There is not a thing in the Spire that can replicate.
With reluctance, Truthless Recluse opens his mouth and bites your given food. He saw no reason to chew, so he swallowed without doing so. His singular bite gone and finished, Truthless Recluse awaits his promised reward.
Well, much to your expectations, kissing can be his weak spot in a few occasions. That sits fine with you, since now there resides nourishment in his stomach.
Raising your head, you connect your lips with his own, giving him a sweet kiss. Short enough to be considered chaste, but just right to live up to the reward he desired.
You cannot say it was an act you were against. The factor of his smooth lips, paired with the flavor that you welcome all too well, deems the moment a win for you both. You pray the endearment can soothe the ire you built in his heart.
Truthless Recluse allowed his face to fall slack, but otherwise, his expression was kept aloof. No matter his fronts, you look behind them, meaning you're conscious of his hidden delight.
On the other hand, you fail to feel as satisfied as he does. With prior information, his laxed character conveys more hours(minutes) of sitting on this jinxed bed.
While you love him, you would prefer anything else than this deafening serenity.
Your wishes were gifted, albeit a few minutes later. A sudden knock is heard against the door. It could be Shadow Milk Cookie on the other side, and you would still be happy. Anything to drag Truthless Recluse's stare elsewhere.
But, a more familiar, and pleasant, voice is audible enough to reach your ears.
With ease, you can tell Gingerbrave owns said voice. He has managed to traverse his way towards a higher level inside of the tower, now in front of the entrance to your dungeon.
Pure Vanilla Cookie seems to be focused on the unexpected guests as well, now making their way inside of his humble room.
The three children are no longer tarot cards, another benefit to the current situation. They own the same mindset as yours, coming in with a strong argument against Pure Vanilla Cookie's in an attempt to escape by his side.
You would hope that with more cookies telling him, Truthless Recluse would see reason. Yet, as strong as Gingerbrave's grounds are, the apathetic cookie gives retorts to each opinion opposite to his own.
As much as you would love to justify your friends, it seems like your words fail to reach Truthless Recluse, even with your distance being the shortest compared to others around.
Is he seriously ignoring you? The most he cares to spare you is a glance, one that shows he believes you to be delusional, more so than the others. Nevertheless, his stupidly mighty hand is kept close to yours, keeping your shoulders in contact.
The bickering between the cookies is cut short, as their captor, Black Sapphire Cookie, has come to reclaim his cards, much to everyone's dismay.
Excluding Truthless Recluse, as you would anticipate. If one were to seek out his outlook? Perhaps it was deserved. After all, who barges into a room without permission? Now the peaceful moment he indulged with you is lost.
All you can do is watch as Black Sapphire shoves the fearful cards into a bag, since Pure Vanilla Cookie held no care to rescue them. He went as far as handing them over without a second thought, making your heartache grow stronger. Where has the man engraved with kindness into his dough ran off to? Granted, yearning for that any longer feels useless.
Your mouth is left ajar, yet no words are able to leave your tongue. Truthless Recluse, while also unspeaking, looks over at your incredulous expression. Though you envisioned a dead stare, you're able to see an emotion behind the one he fronts.
Love, your initial assumption, or obsession? Answering questions related to the cookie before yow now seem challenging. Whether it is either one, knowing such would fold to placate your unease. No matter how hard you aim to seek out remorse held in his heart, there founders to be any.
Black Sapphire Cookie's subsequent words, a passed on request for Truthless Recluse to follow along, do not saddened you as much. This way, you can keep the ability to hold an eye over the younger cookies.
Mismatched eyes looking forward, Truthless Recluse is immediate to lift you up with him. It should go without saying that you would be accompanying him. He goes as far as adjusting his pace to align with yours, proceeding towards the designated location. Talk about clingy...
As of now, the surroundings appear more normal than usual, even though the cookies here are a bit manic.
Two chairs occupied by you and your lover on one side of a table, with another seat opposed to you also taken. A game, which you don't know the rules to, takes place on the surface in front.
Although you dreaded your next meeting with Shadow Milk Cookie, it was known to be arriving. Even with that known, you yield to pause the feeling of jitters belonging to you and your crumbs.
Focusing on the board game, you jolt with each attack the three lively pieces receive.
While your concentration tries to fixate on the miniature battle near, you cannot ignore the pair of eyes fixed at your form. Multiple, at that. Not an exact estimate, since counting each eye in Shadow Milk Cookie's unruly hair is an unwanted activity.
"Soooo, is this your little assistant, Vanilly?" You saw no reason in being the topic of conversation, yet it looks like the scuffle on the tabletop lacks enough entertainment, that being said for both Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk.
It wouldn't be bad to say they fit into the saying, "different sides of the same coin."
Pure Vanilla Cookie is unwilling to reply, shown by his thin lined lips. Even so, there looks to be a wrinkle of annoyance on his face.
The deceitful cookie chuckles nonetheless, uncaring of the one-sided conversation and continuing on with his words.
"Well, aren't they a looker..." Shadow Milk Cookie admitted, skimming over your face. You almost desire a crumbling from his utterance alone. He might be the former holder of one of the five Soul Jams, yet that fails to make much better.
"Would ya mind if I borrow them for a show or two of mine?" Shadow Milk Cookie quizzes with his head cocked.
"No, you may not." Thankfully, you can come to agree with a statement spoken by the impassive cookie.
Albeit your seat was separate from Truthless Recluse's, he tugs you more proximal, signaling a sign of protection. That, you are grateful for.
"Psh, whatevs." Shadow milk rolls his eyes. You believe that should conclude any more talk concerning you.
"Buuuut!" he goes on, refusing to drop the topic.
"Would it be such a big bother to ask if you pair are mooore than frrriends?" Shadow Milk Cookie inquiries on what he's long known.
This is his last resort on vexing Pure Vanilla Cookie, since the beginner deceiver wants to play uninterested to every word said to him. You show to be a flaw, which Shadow Milk appreciates quite much.
Towards another question, your betrothed is silent, though you can sense his disgruntlement from the measly query.
Truthless Recluse might have acknowledged his profound love held exclusively for you, however, he spoke such to himself.
He would prefer to withhold that information in private. In fact, he feels inclined to lock you away in his room, hidden from any prying eyes. That way, he could keep you to himself, forever guarded by him. Truthless Recluse is rather fond of making his daydreams fall into reality.
"Am I right, or am I right?" Shadow Milk Cookie taunts, mockery not so hidden in his attitude.
"Shut up," Truthless Recluse demanded, harsh enough to catch you off guard.
"Oh, c'mon! I’m only—"
Without notice, a happening cuts the talkative beast off. The friend group of three cookies, once demoted into measly game pieces, burst out of the board after successfully defeating each foe sent their way. Mentally, you thank them for dragging the spotlight off of your cookie.
Shadow Milk Cookie congratulations them, his two-faced personality slipping through his praise. Clearly, this will not be the end of his tricks.
The atmosphere grows tense. A conversation between the beast and ancient arises, relating to the Soul Jam, which is also the beginning of every issue among them.
A choice is given to Pure Vanilla: to silence his friends forever, or to hand over the holder of his power. If you were to know the benevolent cookie, you can guess the his decision with ease.
Additionally, if you were aware of his counterpart, you can predict neither of his options granted a good ending. Conscious of both cookies' personalities, the outcome will be nothing more than woe.
Abruptly, you, along with your friends, get shoved off the kooky Spire by an unknown force. Falling amidst the darkened sky, you see the glimmering golden stars passing by.
Pure Vanilla Cookie, deceived by Shadow Milk Cookie, shrieks at the sight of his friends, and his most beloved, nearing a fatal crumbling. Locking eyes with you, Truthless Recluse reveals such an emotion you have never laid eyes upon.
Even with the drastic circumstances, you muster up a smile to gift him, before he goes out of sight.
You focus on the long drop ahead of you, getting a good look of every terror encountered in this bizarre region. From the large snakes, to the disturbing eyes near the clouds. Anywhere else would be a preferable burial.
Standing on the ground, a cookie is seen in your sights. A hooded cookie, to be exact. One you can recall meeting earlier on. Though your vision from afar is not the best, you can see well enough to believe there might be a certain Fortune Teller coming to play hero.
You descend from the air, the figure of Fortune Teller Cookie growing more and more near. Would it be wrong to think he iis going to save the four of you? You doubt that such is out of his power, despite knowing little of his background. It may be the fear in you speaking, attempting to make death seem farther than it was.
Then, you do not feel as if you are plummeting any longer. Instead, it is as if you experience flight, a simple hovering over the ground, like a faerie cookie, until your feet touch the pavement.
As thankful as you are for whatever magic was used, you cannot express it when your dough feels so weary. The events from today hit you like a Bear Jelly Train, your legs unable to support you for much longer. Switching from air to land in a matter of seconds does not sit well with you.
Not to worry, as Fortune Teller Cookie was quick to hold you, retaining you into his arms. You appreciate the stability he offers, though his hold is a tinge tighter than it should be for a mere acquaintance.
For a split second, his small hug reminds you of another's potent affection. Identical, if you were to pay more attention to it, but you choose to worry over Pure Vanilla Cookie.
You fail to see much of the pair of truth and deceit. There is everlasting conflict taking place, and you pray Pure Vanilla Cookie can halt the tension until you find your way above, to be able to fight alongside him.
Although you harbor strong adoration for him, the last thing you wish to see is the sass belonging to the face of Truthless Recluse because Pure Vanilla could not handle the strength of Shadow Milk.
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A/N: if there were to be a part three of this, it wouldnt exactly be Truthless Recluse, but rather awakened Pure Vanilla Cookie. that might be good news to some, but not so much to others ( ･ั﹏･ั)
can i get shadow milk cookie x female, neko goddess, lost princess, unicorn, dragon, half angel, half demon, robot, witch, moth, butterfly, wolf, fox, famous, knight, singer, magical girl, queen, water powers, earth powers, fire powers, air powers, vampire cookie reader pretty pretty pretty pretty PLEASEEEEEEEE?? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (also reader's eyes change colors based on emotions, eyes turn RED when angry, and eyes turn into GALAXY and RAINBOW color at full power. she's also the most powerful cookie of all time, even stronger than the witches 🤩)
i hope it's alright to bother you like this again as it's no ask. but i thought of you today and wanted you to smile so i wanted to show you my 2 favorite animations i found! they're with shadow milk cookie and pure vanilla so i hope you'll enjoy them
and to make this maybe a techniqual "ask" may i ask of you to do something that makes you happy today? or well tomorrow depending on the time your seeing this. but just something small like getting yourself your favorite fruit, make yourself a fancy bath with candles, plan a small thing for the weekend to go to, make yourself a tea and bundle up on the sofa while reading something or pick up the show you wanted to continue again. just something small to look towards to and give you a little bit of joy
i wish for you to be happy so doing something small just for yourself would also make me happy!
maybe you can tell me if you managed to come up with something
but anyway! here are the animations! i hope you'll enjoy<3
(as i can place no youtube links here (which is understandable links can be dangerous) i shall just name the youtuber and the title of the video)
"If Knowledge Will Only Lead to Chaos...." || CRK Animation/PMV || Cookie Run Kingdom - from Kyunika
and
Aishite Animatic || Shadow Milk & Pure Vanilla - from GinjaNinjaOwO
wooow, those animations are amazing! I especially enjoy Will Stetson's voice. it's nice to see you again, gurkederzeit •ᴗ• I did do something I enjoyed today, thanks for reminding me (๑'ᵕ'๑)⸝*
your reward: me FINALLY posting part two of silent affection ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜
hi kleptokure! ^^ i hope that it's alright that this is no request if you only wish for those but i simply wanted to express how much i love your currently written fanfics!<3
i've read them all 3 and sended them to my friend who also loves shadow milk and truthless recluse!
the idea behind each of them is lovely and i'm amazed how you always manage to make such an engaging and beautiful dynamic between the characters and let both sides be surprised by the other sometimes so it truely feels like their personalities are bouncing against each other.
the scenarios you make are also so creative! espacially your last one "eyes on the prize" was amazing! the character had believable and smart reactions and seeing shadow milk using his abilities is just too fun!
also how you truely make me feel like in their world is lovely like in "silent affection" with "All he can comprehend is the warmth radiating in his dough, as if he's back in the oven in which he was baked." as i feel more like i'm actually reading about another world with such natrual incoorparation of the things that are normal to them like beeing baked in an oven. or in "deceits favorite" with shadow milk calling others "doughbrains" or with "gnat" (no idea what it is but i heard it in his voice lines so lovely detail)
and oh the characters themselfs! you truely do make them the stars of the show<3 espacially in shadow cookies ones where he talks alot you let his personality shine so much through his words that i'm amazed! that you make the words BIG italic or looong adds alot and not to forget that the words themselfs are so fitting aswell. with shadow cookie in the game i find myself always joining in into his theatrics as i like beeing playful and you give me the same burst of energy and playfulness when you write him<3
you truely make an imersive and dynamic plot with truely accurrate characters that let other readers and me experience the true lovelyness of the characters we all adore so thank you alot for writing like this<3
i can feel the love put into it and i'm sure others do so too<3
aaaaawwwhhhh you are so kind (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) i'm actually giggling lol, this is my first "ask" showing their loads of gratitude, and i'm glad it's by you!!
this really encourages me to write more, so i'll be getting to it more often just for all of the sweet readers, such as yourself. it's quite nice to see undeniable proof that people do find enjoyment in my fanfics (..◜ᴗ◝..)
just for this, i'll tell you that silent affection has an upcoming part two... (๑>•̀๑) shadow milk cookie has his two fics, it's time to bring back truthless recluse to even it up ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-
Traveling came natural to you, as staying in one place for an extended amount of time led you to get fidgety. You cannot be chained to one mere kingdom, and you believe must explore all of Earthbread!
As of right now, you are on your umpteenth trip. An adventure to a place most cookies advised you to avoid, which is none other than Beast-Yeast.
But who are they to tell you where to and not to go? Spirit is hard to break, and you made sure to show them that. You trusted you would do a quick exploration of the geography, then check it off your bucket list.
Now, you fall flat in knowing why you were adamant this was a good idea. Exploring was easier said than done. The map of the mysterious land is not even complete! You set yourself up for failure, and you wish to travel back to regions more cheerful.
Alas, that option is unavailable. You find yourself disoriented, now walking along a trail while also uncertain of its destination.
Up ahead of the pathway, you spot a Barrel Inn! Quickening your pace to make your way towards the safe space, you feel the slightest sense of being watched all of a sudden.
Turning around to look through the eerie branches stemming from the trees, you find no one to suspect. Fatigue must've taken its course on your dough, so you dismiss the idea. The thought of a jug filled with cream root beer occupies more space in your mind.
Opening the door to the Inn, you see quite a few of patrons. It comes as surprising, since the lone cookie you've come across is some lazy caramel cookie who has the ability to change between cookie to chameleon.
You opted to sit in the furthest corner, as you would rather avoid conversation with anyone here. You are unsure about whom you can trust in a place like this.
Despite that, once you take the first sip of your given carbonated drink, a cookie takes their seat next to you.
"Hey, you!" They immediately spoke, a boisterous tone taking place in their words. It was clear they were inebriated from the audible hiccups that followed.
"Did you know that... there are beasts here?" That serves as typical drunken talk, causing you to avoid giving responses
"It... It's true! The beasts are real, and you might find one in these parts..." The drunk cookie expressed as if they knew you regarded their speech as imaginary.
"If you feel like yur being watched, then you're already their next victim!" That statement is what causes you to feel anxious.
Before you could ask any questions, the cookie left within the moment you turned to them. You were curious, as you still recall the moment before you stepped inside the tavern.
Then you sense a tap on your shoulder, causing you to startle. Diverting your gaze, you turn to see a cookie with milky light blue hair flowing down to her dress. Not to mention her mismatched colored eyes, which were a pair to gape at.
"I'm sorry to be a bother, but could you be a dear and help me?" Her velvet voice questioned, stating her rationale for the sudden intrusion.
"What is it?" There is not much left to do on your schedule, besides getting back home, which looks to be unattainable. It wouldn't hurt to assist her.
Although, you do remember the intoxicated cookie's words. But could the dainty lady standing near have much of a possibility to be a beast?
No, that sounds like utter nonsense. Your exhaustion must be causing you to find truth in that strange cookie's words.
"I fear I've dropped my basket along the way, and a few cake hounds decided to reclaim my carrier as their own," she said with a defeated tone.
"Surely a strong cookie like you would be able to assist me?" Her voice took on an unexpected high pitch that one would consider abnormal. Would it be a risk to assume she's flirting with you right now? Beast-Yeast never fails to live up to its unusual traits..
"Um... Sure. Lead the way," you accepted, much to her favor. There were little opportunities to finish your beer, but oh well.
Wandering across the familiar pathway, you decide to start up some small talk with the cookie.
"So, what's your name?" You asked, walking beside the cookie.
"It's... Blueberry Milk Cookie!" She sounded eager to make the announcement.
"Nice to meet you, Blueberry Milk Cookie. I’m [Name] Cookie," you stated.
"Even your name is quite grand..." she mutters to herself.
"What was that?"
"Huh? Oh, there's my basket!" Averting your attention, Blueberry Milk Cookie points ahead.
Preparing to fight, you stare towards a clear area, just to the right of the path you both walk.
But there lacks the cake hounds you expected to see, leaving you with confusion.
"Oh, looks like they left. Isn't that nice?" Blueberry Milk Cookie advances over to her basket with a casual step. Her demeanor so easygoing makes you find it hard to believe there were any hostile creatures here in the first place.
"Blueberry Milk Cookie... Were there any cake hounds here to begin with?" She can hear the doubt in your tone, making her hold back laughter.
Basket in hand, the lax cookie walks far closer than she should, pushing your subconscious to make you take a few steps back.
"Of course there was. What, do you think I'm a liar...?" Feigning her offense, Blueberry Milk Cookie allows a pout to take place on her face.
Her eyes, which you once found beautiful, now seem unsettling with the way they peer at you. A part of you does not want to upset the young lady, just to avoid any further conflict.
"No, I believe you," you reassure. A pleased smile graces her face, and her expression returns to normal, as if her prior abnormality was never here nor there.
"Good. Well, I'll be going now. Thank you for your assistance, dearie. Ta-ta!" Blueberry Milk Cookie plants a kiss on your cheek, sending a sweet smile your way after. Her way of a thank you, your guess. Now there sneaks a tinge of guilt for finding her strange.
You would let your suspicions go, but the way the cookie progresses into the trees like it was rountine causes to increase your distrust. There is no way any shelter took place in the direction she went.
It matters not, since you doubt you'll find any additional encounters with her.
Time to continue with your journey of finding your way home. Hopefully all of the activities from today are shut out from your mind by then.
Shadow Milk Cookie cannot help but giggle, the rush of another successful trick flowing through his dough. You are just the cutest thing!
Really, you did most of the work for him. All he needed to do was take on another form, one of a elegant cookie anyone would be eager to please, and you followed him like a sheep to a shepard. Though his more average traits did slip out nearing the end, you slumped in pointing it out. Maybe you kinda dig it!
He happened to stumble upon your presence. It was an accident, truly. Shadow Milk Cookie has far more significant matters to tend to, yet would it be so bad to put you somewhere on his agenda? Your appearance is quite to his liking. He cannot just leave you be on your merry way.
You would slot in perfectly like a piece in his puzzle of a Spire! Not alongside his other assistants, though. Perhaps something more, a relationship that he doesn't take part in often.
That could only be if you behave to his standards. Yet Shadow Milk desires to label you an exception just from the lone interaction you both share. Such a charmer you are, huh?
At the moment, only one of his morphs have been revealed to you. Said form leans on the tamer side, yet that will diminish over time. Shadow Milk Cookie wants to see just how far he can push you! How joyous a new toy can be.
Stalking you from the shadows, he can catch the look of lostness in your eyes. Another humble traveler adrift in the twists and turns of Beast-Yeast. What a pity.
But fear not, as Shadow Milk Cookie will be your guide back home. Remember to express your gratitude!
Though it is not your idea of home, but his, which is none other than his lively Spire of Deceit. No need to worry, growing accustomed to the tower comes within a matter of time.
For the time being, Shadow Milk Cookie will be peeping from between the trees, awaiting the ideal moment to stage his next trick. The jester wishes for you not to spot out the anomalies, otherwise his entire act will be spoiled! A few cards of tomfoolery in his deck haven't been played yet. Play along, why don’t you?
Your back is pressed up against a tree, your legs laying flat on the grass beneath you. Walking any longer sounds like a nightmare, due to the fact that your legs grow sore from the little progress you've completed.
With the thoughts of dread being cut short, you feel an abrupt poke to your left. The unanticipated touch jolts you back to life, causing your eyes to dash up.
The being that poked you was not a cookie, but a... cream sheep? At least that goes as your guess. The names of creatures in Beast-Yeast might contrast to those in Crispia, but it is still a fluffy sheep at the end of the day.
Inspecting the surroundings, you find there to be no companions with the lone sheep. Perhaps a stray from its family, just as lost as you are.
With more proper posture, you raise your hand to pat the wooly animal. The sheep releases sounds of comfort, pressing its head further into your hand. The fleece is the closest material you've had to a pillow, which brings you more ease.
The curious creature licks your cheek, a sign of appreciation from your affection. This claims the spot of the most enjoyment you've received in Beast-Yeast. Though that gets interrupted when you notice a certain feature.
This sheep... They have quite the pair of eyes once you pay attention to them. You fail to gawk this time around, as you believe you've seen more than enough of the contrasting colors in their icing.
The chances of heterochromia in a cookie is rare enough, but in a sheep of all beings? This is no coincidence. Either it be cookies with clashing eye colors are quite common here and you are just uneducated, or you have the right to be apprehensive because there is in fact something, or someone after you.
You find yourself having little interest in being here any longer, having gained a new sense of hope to escape this maze of a place.
The cream sheep is confused when the soothing touch of your hand disappears. Looking up at you, the sheep is only met with your figure sprinting away. How rude, you forgot to say goodbye!
Shadow Milk Cookie is left behind, an appalled expression plastered onto his mammal face. He cannot believe his stunt failed to work! He is quite literally, ehem, DECEIT! How can one not be filled with flattery to be given a chance to fall for his tricks? Such individuality you have... Or it just be his eyes, which are stubborn to change with the rest of his appearance.
A rule breaker here and there always entices him. You best be able to live up to your rebel characteristics. Shadow Milk would be disappointed to see you flop like the rest. The entertainer needs to be entertained every once in a while.
With a whirl, Shadow Milk Cookie reverts into his infamous appearance, one he's more acquainted with. Devoting himself into a being as small as a cream sheep disgusts him. Although there was one thing he favored about the animal.
It's common for cookies to give a pat or more to an animal they come across, yet it still surprised him when you kept the same for him.
Touching the cotton on his false form so softly makes him feel things; things he has gone without for extended amounts of time. Since, y'know, being locked up in that tree, all alone, with no other cookie to satisfy the buried need of another's touch.
Perhaps informing you of his pity story will bring you to tears, making you coddle him within the second fake tears prickle the corner of his eyes.
Such an imagination he has. For now, he corrects. If you shared such tenderness towards a strange sheep who popped out of the shady vegetation, then you should show no hesitation in sparing some attention for him, too.
Nevertheless, the animal act has grown rather boring. As much as Shadow Milk Cookie would love to receive more of your soft petting, the show must go into its climax!
You will witness the form from times ago, the one which represented his very deceit. Lucky little cookie you are, aren'tcha? Shadow Milk Cookie has grown adjusted to the dough, so he decided it would be best for you to fall in love with his face as well.
With your current state, hungry and tired, you have little hope in outrunning your stalker. The very least you can do is make this all easier for him by jumping into his open arms.
No matter, as Shadow Milk Cookie is already on his way. Hope you're ready!
There does not appear to be much reason in running. If a beast has dedicated their time to hunt you down, then what might the point be in trying to escape? You have no powers deemed extraordinary, so the battle conclusion can be guessed without a second thought.
As if on queue, a booming sound of laughter is heard from behind you. The noise sends chills down your spine, yet you are brave enough to peek around. However, the miscreant is not seen from your eye.
"Other way, doughbrain!" Now beckoning from a new direction, the beast seems to be playing tricks with you. Just great.
You rotate to face the other way. Even so, you do not manage to see any cookie.
"I’m over here!" With a heavy breath, you spin around to survey the area. And again, nothing is seen. You give up in finding the trickster. Staring forward, the very eyes you attempt to run from stare back.
"BOO!" Shadow Milk Cookie said, adding on a scare for extra affect.
Watching you fall on your bottom, the jester laughs, a noise that becomes more haunting for you each second.
"I’m sorry, I'm sooooorry! You just make this all too easy," he admits with his head tilted, making sure to lean in to see your expression, fiiled with fright.
"Wow, now that's a face! You really are adorable." With honesty, that did not sound as teasing as the rest of his words did.
Now remembering it, the apparently kind lady from earlier appeared to be flirtatious for a second. With newly gained knowledge, that cookie is also the one trailing after you. If you are correct once more, and a beast has a tiny crush on you... You pray you awaken soon.
With how panicked your mind is, you're surprised you managed to glue some sort of pieces together. Now you can only have faith that your assumption is the truth.
If so, then perhaps you can use that to your advantage? With pride, you would hold romantic affection for a beast, as long as you would not crumble.
"I... I look adorable? Well then, um, you look absolutely stunning," you stuttered out, trying your best to come across as charming. You trust you led your prior frown into a smile, albeit a bit shaky.
Oh? Due to your words, Shadow Milk Cookie is actually taken aback, thinned lips replacing his grin. A cookie complimenting their very predator? He must have heard you wrong.
"Huh? Whawasthat?" Witches. Was your pick-up line that bad? Oh, may you be granted a peaceful crumbling.
Regardless, you refuse to back out of this, even though continuing with your coquettish behavior sounds like a death wish.
"You have... the loveliest eyes I have ever had the fortune of staring upon," you idolize. That has to sound convincing enough, right?
"Hmmmmm," Shadow Milk Cookie hums, debating why a warmth flushes his cheeks from your unexpected admiration. Along with that, he floats himself much closer, which causes you slight discomfort.
Maybe a bit more than slight, as you raise your hand and slapped him, a gasp slipping from your mouth due to your own actions. Your instinctive reactions do not discern when and when not to react.
This is it. This is the end. You will fall because of an accident from your subconscious. Or not?
Shadow Milk Cookie bursts out with laughter, his palm touching the mark you placed on his face. He's incredulous that a cookie was brave enough to lay a hand on him! His guard must be far too low with you, though he might just lower it. Your attack wasn't all that bad.
"Hit me again, I like it!" This cookie, "Blueberry Milk Cookie," is messed up in the head. Who in their right mind would ever admit that? But you fail to speak out your judgement. It's far better not to.
"I think that one mark adorns your dough just nicely," you attempted to persuade. While you decline his request, you keep up with flirtations. Things may spiral out of control if you give in to every ask of his.
"Ohoho, how interrresting!" Rolling his r, Shadow Milk Cookie gives you a good look over. It is as if you grow more and more appealing each time he gazes at you.
"Even I didn't expect such a twist in plot... You WILL be my next rising star!" Wait, is he serious? Did you actually manage to seduce a beast? He may not be sane, that much is well known, but are you?
"I'd be delighted to act in your performances," you replied, keeping your voice steady to avert suspicion. Your words act as the sole thread to your survival, and you can tell they all come to please him.
The several eyes in his bizarre hair roll back, another sign if you couldn't tell he was elated by the wide grin covering a large portion of his face.
Shadow Milk Cookie hovers over, and this time, you do not hit him, allowing his hands to cup the sides of your face.
"I, Shadow Milk Cookie, hereby declare you, [Name] Cookie, as mine!" That sentence zones you into reality, making you realize how intense the situation you've somehow managed to tumble yourself into is. Any way out as an option is long gone. Too bad.
In your peripheral vision, a portal appears out of thin air. That must act as your way of transportation. You hope sickness is not complimentary, but that gets cut short when you're lifted up inside of the whirls of black and blue.
You hear the smallest chuckle before you depart. Might it be a good omen, or bad?
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A/N: not too sure if im in love with this one (－－〆)
Contains slight spoilers if you are not past 8-18.
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You fail to remember the last time the environment around has been so quiet. Getting used to the bustling habitat of each region you traveled to, accompanying Gingerbrave, came as easy.
Now, left without the lively setting, everything feels astray. It feels otherworldly, even. But the worst part of it all is the stranger Pure Vanilla Cookie has morphed into.
Change can be a good thing, and you kept an open mind to those who reverted to different opinions. Yet this? No, this entire situation regarding your dearest is a case you cannot bring yourself to accept.
You never thought you would see Pure Vanilla Cookie's eyes modify themselves into such a dull state. The sparkle that was average to spot in his eyes seemed to fizzle out, but you swear you see the flicker of one when his stare lies onto you.
At the current moment, you stand before him as he sits on the edge of the bed in his gifted headquarters, residing inside of the unnerving tower.
"Pure Vanilla Cookie! You have to snap out of it. Our friends are in danger, we have to rescue them!" You try your earnest to get through to him, but all you receive is his eyes piercing into your own.
All of the warmth that used to trail after Pure Vanilla Cookie seems to have left. Uselessness strikes your dough, and motivation is not given from your emotionless lover. What else is there to do to convince him?
Pacing around the room, you attempt to think of another way to persuade Pure Vanilla Cookie back into his common traits.
You are unaware of why you were to be left at his side, now thinking about it. Shadow Milk Cookie did not afflict you with the same treatment he gave the others. As of right now, you've been permitted to stay beside Truthless Recluse for an unknown reason.
Expressing gratitude for your handling differing from your allies comes as hard. The fact that they can easily crumble from a tearing of the feeble cards they've been transformed into does not come as heartwarming.
Now, you put yourself before the silent cookie. You would hate to guilt trip your partner, you truly would—but it seems to be your last option.
"What if it were me? Would you turn me away, too? Leave me to be stuck as a tarot card?" You give your best to sound disheartened.
Truthless Recluse narrows his eyes at you, the grip he holds around his staff tightening. That counts as a reaction, much to your favor. Though would it do much in the long run?
He fails to see reason in why his heart feels heavy. Oh, but it is not with remorse. The gloomy cookie feels angered. How dare you suggest such an event could ever happen? He refuses to allow you to be turned into a small card, put inside of a bag and shrouded in complete darkness.
Yet he allows the misery to fall upon his other companions. Why must you be a discrepancy? He should've pushed you away long ago, yet he decided to complete the exact opposite.
Truthless Recluse feels ridiculous, causing to add onto his frustrations.
He stands up, towering over you with his absurd height. Pure Vanilla Cookie is one to be feared with his current body language, but you still stand in your place.
"You will not," he asserted, like a king to his pawns. Pure Vanilla's frown appears more prominent. You did not expect your short speech to cause such a reaction, coming off as wordless for a few seconds into your staring contest with him.
Then, you feel upset yourself. His single words, the few ones he's ever spoken to you, are hard to digest. Truthless Recluse can say that, but not hold to that same promise for your comrades?
Your hands clench into fist, standing with your chest puffed before the intimidating cookie.
"I don’t understand you. I never thought I would say this, but you are becoming insufferable!" Part of him feels hurt by that, and again, he falls short in knowing why.
"If you are so resistant to helping, then I will do it myself. You can stay here for as long as you'd like. I’m leaving." With that said and done, you turn on your heel, walking towards the exit of the room that you grow sick of.
But then, your feet prevent you from progressing. In fact, you do not seem to be touching the ground any longer, lifted a few feet above ground. Your hands remain fixed at your side, entirely incapable of moving.
That being said, you are unable to avert your stare towards the obvious culprit. Though there seemed to be no reason to worry, as the said perpetrator of your rigidness whirls you around to face him.
You were about to give him a mouthful, but Truthless Recluse reaches words before you have the chance.
"Stay."
"What?"
"You are not going anywhere."
"Pure Vanilla Cookie, release me," you shout, yet, as anticipated, his lips are shut thin. You become weary of his orders. He declines to hear you out, so why would you give ear to him?
But you soon realize, there is not much of a choice for you here. The look in his eyes signal that, and the fact that the strength difference between the both of you is quite measurable.
With the power of his staff, Truthless Recluse hovers you over his given bed, plopping you down onto the cushioning afterwards.
Quick to straighten yourself up, you look in his direction. There is irritance noticed in your stare, though it is miniscule. It goes difficult to stay mad at him, because at the end of the day, he remains your husband. Even within this form he takes.
Truthless Recluse takes a seat right next to you, your legs pressing together. Despite the harsh tone his talk is spoken with, there's little to no hesitation in his decision to be near you. Perhaps Pure Vanilla Cookie is not as far away as you would believe, judging off of that noticeable trait.
"So you disapprove of helping out our friends, but you also disapprove of me rescuing them?" You question, because you want him to know the absurdity of his own actions. Nothing appears to add up.
"Just say you want me here. That deep down inside, you still love me," you taunt him, more so to get back at him for his pettiness. Guilt tripping and persuasion are clear to have no affect on him. Taunting is not guaranteed to work either, but you can give it a shot.
Unbeknownst to you, your little tease did gain a reaction from the apathetic cookie.
Truthless Recluse dislikes the emotions that you, and you alone, are able to make him feel. Your simple words send him into strange mindsets, ones that he believed he would abandon after becoming a deceiver.
Liars are not known to have such close relationships, so he came prepared to dump his old friends. But you? Ditching you is easier said than done.
Maybe he can come to face the truth he has avoided. The reality is, you are no mere friend. Your title to him is far greater than that, which is why he is reluctant to allow your departure. Back then, he was more proud to call you his lover. Even though now, he would concede it, you are still his beloved. He loves you, and he hates that.
Why must you make his conversion so difficult?
It is as if Pure Vanilla Cookie reset. Again, he keeps as quiet, like prior, to any words you say.
But, you took note of his dramatic response to your attempt to flee. In this case, may it be that your actions cause more feedback than your conversation? There's one way to find out.
Scooting even closer to him, you gaze into his eyes. What a beautiful man he is, even with his drastic transformation.
Lowering your palm, you place it atop his own. You begin to hold his hand, a heartfelt gesture that was common between you pair, but will he return it this time around?
To your shock, and his own, he does. A sweet man can never truly be erased, it seems. That sprouts a smile on your face. But, why end it at holding hands? What else can grow to make him act out?
Tilting your head, you press a kiss to his cheek. He appears as unmoving now, but with how short the distance is, you can see the twitch in his face.
"Pure Vanilla Cookie," you whisper. "I love you."
He is no longer Pure Vanilla Cookie, he mentally asserts. Your love is in vain, as the cookie you once knew is shoved deep down and far gone.
Nevertheless, he accepts your affection all the same. That aspect is the most bothersome for him. He ought to silence you with your foolish declarations, but he falters in doing so.
Gaining his attention yet again, your face shifts to be placed right in front of his own. Truthless Recluse finds his mind to wander to how attractive you are, but he soon cuts those thoughts short for himself. He no longer believes in such facts, he would say.
Though if he deems himself a liar, that might be a lie.
"Truthless Recluse," you spoke in a gentle tone. "I love you."
Oh. That surprises him. He reckoned you would never utter his new label, but you have, which indicates you are directly addressing him, and he's lost on how to process it. All he can comprehend is the warmth radiating in his dough, as if he's back in the oven in which he was baked.
As your prior statement of admiration came with a complimentary kiss, the next remark shall have the same acclamantory.
You angle yourself closer, your lips coming into contact with Truthless Recluse's cold ones, meeting in a delicate kiss. As frigid as he is, you will be glad to share your heat to him.
Just as happy as he is to embrace it. Truthless Recluse finds himself returning your affection, leaning in to push your mouths closer. His eyes closed, he rediscovers how enjoyable affection can be.
His grip on his staff almost slips from how weakly he holds it. Truthless Recluse finds that possessing you in his arms is far more preferable, yet he refrains, as you already pulled away, much to his disappointment.
With a satisfied sigh, you rest your head against his shoulder.
"I don’t think we should keep the others waiting," you spoke amidst the silence. "Perhaps we should go check up on them?" You wonder if your mounds of endearment caused to change his point of view. If not, then luck has long left you.
Witches, now Truthless Recluse is sure he has been tricked yet again. How can he let you get away with your foolery so easily? You are such an infuriating cookie, and he despises that his feeble heart wants more of that. He would tear it out if he could.
Though he comes to terms with it quite quickly. That is just your personality, and well, Shadow Milk Cookie does plenty for his own indulgences. Would it hurt for him to take a cookie in for his own appeasement?
"No," he decides. You have a dumfounded expression. This cookie proved to be tough to crack, and that tends to be a good factor. But now, it shrivels in appearing as a perk.
"...Huh?"
"You, too, shall reside in this tower. Alongside me." He has got to be joking. Although he carries the title of a liar, even you can tell there is no deception in his tone.
"I'll... I'll give you another kiss if you grant my farewell?" Truthfully, that came to wilt his spirit. In spite of that, his silence as a response shows he has abstained.
Your husband developing a possessive trait catches you off guard. There's a chance those few kisses became disastrous in the end, as you see his eyes linger onto your lips rather than your own stare.
Oh boy. You’re in for a ride.
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A/N: I wanted to say thank you for the lovely welcoming on my first post! All of the notes are what encourage me to write, so it's heartwarming to see so many haha. About a part two for my first fic, I didn't really think about that. Perhaps I will if I brainstorm hard enough. Thanks for reading! (*´ڡ`●)
This is bad, you thought to yourself. The outcome of your arrival in Beast-Yeast is far worse than you would have ever thought.
Yes, you expected to encounter the Beast with Deceit engraved into their essence, but within the hour you stepped foot on the foreign terrain? You were not prepared to reunite with your old friend all of a sudden.
Being one of the first cookies to be given a Soul Jam, you assumed going to Beast-Yeast would not be a challenge for you. Yet current circumstances prove you incorrect. Now you wish you stayed in Crispia, where the air is not so bitter.
As much as you would love to rescue Pure Vanilla from his absolute contrary personified, there is an obstacle surrounding your shelter.
You are well aware that Gingerbrave and the gang are accompanying Pure Vanilla Cookie, and a battle of them versus one mere cookie seems like an easy fight. But Shadow Milk is a special cookie, which is known to most who are aware of his being. The beast knows the trauma his main opponent withholds and would not hesitate to use it against him.
Speaking of Shadow Milk Cookie, you are currently pondering over how he located you in the first place. Your expectations were for his full focus to be on his "Soul Jam thief," but it appears your dough, and crumbs, is much more important in his reality.
Surprisingly, his encounter with you was far from destructive. In all honesty, you will admit it was leaning closer to bittersweet.
Shadow Milk Cookie had a lot to say, of course. His words were laced with jeers, flirts, yet betrayal at the same time. Though he did say something along the lines of forgiving you for not standing by his side eons ago.
It comes as hard to remember the exact words, as your mind is fuzzy with all this information. You might be concentrated on the romantic parts of his speech more than you should be.
Your train of thought is brought to an abrupt stop, hearing knocks on the front door to your hidden hideout. It must not be so hidden if the one cookie you scurry from has managed to locate you. Shadow Milk seemingly possesses eyes all over the place, though you could have predicted that part.
There is no point dragging out the eventual conversation awaiting you pair. With that said, you pick yourself up and walk towards the door.
Having opened the door with a rigid gaze, you find there to be no cookie to return your stare.
Great, another trick. You should have guessed that. Now what? Is he going to be inside your house when you turn around? Candlelight dinner with an empty seat calling your name?
Before you get the chance to close the opening, a piece of paper finds its way slapped onto the middle of your face.
With dread, you tear the sheet off and hold it before your eyes, reading the text it has engraved into itself.
It's... an invitation? To a show, to be exact. The reading says,
"YOU, yes, YOU are invited to a one of a kind show!
Don't be late, as I’d be very upset if you were.
From your dearest jester. XoXo <3"
You feel a warmth in your dough from the heart included at the bottom of the sheet. You almost tore the paper just to rid of a feeling caused by him of all cookiekind. The weather here has to be the cause of your sickly feelings.
In any other situation, you would refuse without a second thought (that's what you tell yourself). But Pure Vanilla is walking a path of danger, and you will do what you can to change that for your friend.
Even so, the candlelight dinner you expected to occur now comes as more preferable.
Looking further down, you notice the time the show host requests you arrive is a few five minutes away. He was kind enough to give you a step-by-step map to the location.
The short notice matters not, as you have nothing better to do. Spending all this time huddled up in a random shack is not what one would call time well spent.
Gathering yourself up, you take you and your crumbs out into the eerie outside of Beast-Yeast. With the map given, you follow the path, each step closer to meeting the volatile cookie of deceit.
It is nothing less of a short trip, arriving at an isolated place hidden by the trees. The wind brushes by to rustle the decaying leaves. There is no more than 10 seats placed in an organized manner in front of a puppet stage, even though you are sure to be the sole cookie watching his upcoming act. Alongside the marionettes he controls, of course.
Finished with taking in the environment, you walk towards your seat before a familiar voice stops you in your tracks.
"Well, well, well. Lookie who finally decided to show up!"
You turn your head, and your eyes meet. If you had fallen to his side long ago, you would say the sight of him takes your breath away. But that would be silly to even think about at the moment.
"...Shadow Milk Cookie."
"I know, I know, saying it never gets boring, amirite?" He chuckles, floating in his casual manner to give a little twirl.
"The STAR of the show has arrived! Oh, but am I talking about you, orrrr am I talking 'bout me?" Shadow Milk sends a small wink your way. It seems like now that reunions have passed, getting comfortable with you comes natural to him.
"We need to talk—"
"Now, now, take a seat. The crowd is trembling with excitement!" A selected puppet appears next to you, hand pushing you to your spot. A front seat right in the middle. Aren't you just the luckiest?
Even though more crucial topics could arise, Shadow Milk Cookie is determined to get his way. You can do nothing but comply.
You should raise your weapon to save cookies from his future plans. But that all comes to a stutter whenever you see his face; his very pretty face. Your gawking gets cut short when a spotlight is directed on the act before you.
"Once upon a time, there were two cookies. Two cookies who were veeeeery in love, might I add!" He stupidly makes the two puppets kiss, creating a few mwas for extra effect. The brainwashed cookies around all "aww."
If it were a cliche romance story between two unknown cookies, you would not have been bothered. Yet shown by the cutouts he made quite well, the two cookies in specifics were no other than you and Shadow Milk Cookie. Must he make this insufferable to sit through by bringing up feelings from the past?
"They were busy cookies, too. Like, all of the gnats around depended on them!" You dislike the use of the word gnats, your iced eyebrow furrowing.
"But oh dear! One day, a certain cookie got tired of those puny creatures, never appreciative of what was given..." The cutout of Shadow Milk Cookie is seen with angry eyebrows. It's almost laughable.
"Soooo, Shadow Milk Cookie stopped helping out the doughbrains. All of those ungrateful cookies deserved to be crumbled instead!" His voice takes on a more passionate tone. Cheers of agreement erupt from the tiny, feigned crowd.
"Shadow Milk Cookie tried to reveal to his beloved partner the deception in reality, but guess what?" You already anticipate his next words.
Your hands clench into fists; the memories of the exact scene he portrays pouring through your head. Shadow Milk is not the lone cookie whose face comes to mind. The other beasts, whom you were close with, make an appearance too. Their faces of shock at your disloyalty still upset you to this day.
"HEY! Eyes up here, silly! I’m not done yet!" Shadow Milk Cookie snaps you back into attention. Making sure he has your full focus, which he adores, he continues on.
"Ehem. But then... [Name] Cookie BETRAYED ME! Yes, ME, out of all cookies! When I was so loving towards them!" The crowd of puppets gasp, mutters heard along themselves.
"Oh, the terror, the drama, the heartbreak—"
"Shadow Milk Cookie!" You interrupted his sob story, which is when you jumped out of your seat. Listening to his narrative for any longer is not what you would describe optimal.
The jester releases giggles, storing away his puppet show with a poof. His dough in the air, Shadow Milk flies over to you.
"Wooow, big reactions from the crowd! Didja love it? I can tell you loved it." He bats his multicolored eyelashes at you, a twinkle of amusement shining in his eyes.
"Stop with your child's play. There are crucial subjects to speak of!"
"Mmmm, like what—Ooooh! Are you talking about that Soul Jam THIEF? Awwwh, are you offering to help me take em down, maybe? You are just the sweetes—"
"No. You need to stop what you plan for Pure Vanilla Cookie." Shadow Milk Cookie rolls his eyes at your heroic words, showing he dismisses your request.
"Ugh! Honey, are you really siding with HIM?" His tone suggests he believes he is in the right.
"Tsk, I know he'll ultimately turn into me, but why not have the original? HELLOOOO, I’m right here!" His hand waves in front of your face, as if trying to rope you back into reality.
"You'll bring Earthbread to ruins! Your Soul Jam was taken due to your own villainy, Shadow Milk. Leave Pure Vanilla alone," you spoke with a stern tone, like it would ever leave an effect on the cookie floating before you.
"Oh, [Name] Cookie, how they've corrupted your sweet mind..." He looks into the gloomy sky, feigning a face of reminiscence.
"Hmmmmm, maybe, just maybe I'll listen to my dearest star if they apolooogizeeeed!" His words are nothing but lies, but fooling you at least once is his on his bucket list. It wouldn't hurt to give it another shot.
"...Apologize? For what?" Seems like your interest is peaked!
"For what?! There are many, many, maaaany things for you to grovel about, ya goof!" His face is just close enough to catch a whiff of his sweetly scented dough.
"But, I suppose for, y'know, not being there when I got out of that stupid tree!" He decided with a tilt of his head.
"What? I am not the one who sealed you in there, even though it was well deserved," you replied. Shadow Milk Cookie decided to ignore that last part.
"No, no, not that! Don'tcha know how sad I was when I got out of there?! I looked for your face between all those pathetic faeries, but you went GHOST!" He places his hand over his chest like the drama queen he is.
"How could my favorite cookie miss my long awaited return!" He cannot be serious, but deep down, you know he speaks with his crumbs included.
A simple sorry is all you have to say, and it isn't like losing a bit more of your dignity would hurt. For your fellow cookies, you tell yourself.
"Fine. I... apologize for missing out on your reappearance." Shadow Milk Cookie's façade of misery is gone in a snap. Instead, a large, toothy grin covers his face.
"Now, you will leave Pure Vanilla Cookie with his Soul Jam intact, yes?"
"Ah, you don't know how long I've awaited to hear that come from your lips!" Ignoring your question entirely, Shadow Milk nuzzles his cheek against yours, similar to a cat. You yourself are unaware of why you failed to pull away.
"Shadow Milk Cookie," you repeated, as he decided to leave you unanswered. He huffs before giving you a proper response.
"Right, right. I'll leave Silly Vanilly alone, all because you're such a good cookie!" Most of you refuses to believe him, but for now, gratitude will be expressed on your side.
"Thank yo—"
"UNDER ONE CONDITION!" Witches. There never fails to be a "condition" with this cookie. You remained silent, waiting for his next words.
"I. Want. A. Kiss!" With each word, he positions himself even closer than he previously was, the blueberry aroma he carries wafting your way.
He is far from surprised when your mouth remains closed. You can get a little shy at times, he would say. In truth, you really are just that incredulous.
"Earthbread to [Name] Cookie! Do I gotta repeat myself?" He laughs, finding your current expression to be hilarious.
Regaining your state of mind, you find yourself unsure of what to say. Of course you should decline without a second thought. THE Shadow Milk of all cookies is asking you for a kiss! Who in their right mind would say yes?
Oh, but as the case may be, you were never in your right mind.
"I..."
"I, I, I." Shadow Milk Cookie mocks you, yet it is endearing in his own way.
"C’mon, you know you love me! After all, I can recall certain events that would deem us a bit more than the rivals you act like we are," he chirped, making your mental state even worse as the warmth of his hand lands atop your shoulder.
You want to rid of those memories, you've attempted! However, it is much simpler to say than to do when trying to erase experiences with the one cookie you have ever cherished.
This is why you keep your identity hidden, why no one is aware of the power you hold underneath. It would only lead to more questions of the beasts back then, and that leads to prying about Shadow Milk Cookie.
You will admit that your relationship with Shadow Milk was very different compared to now. He and you shared many tender memories. A couple instances were slightly too tender to label you pair as mere friends. However, the both of you were put under too many responsibilities to ever have a chance to change close friends into something more.
Although, that never eliminated the love floating in the air, and it surely did not rid of the rushed kisses taking place in empty classrooms.
While memories from the past appear, feelings from back then aren't too far from showing up as well. You are very knowing of what said feelings were in specifics. Arising emotions can go for both you and Shadow Milk Cookie, but facing that is mortifying.
The sudden movement of your hood being pulled away struck you back to life.
"Pssh, what good will this hood do? I want to see your entire lovely face when our lips meet!" Shadow Milk Cookie brought his levitating to a stop while you were distracted, standing right before you.
"Who do ya really think you’re hiding from in this old hood? Me? Hahaha, that's hilarious! Perhaps I ought to dress you in attire matching my own?" Your stomach feels heavy, and you hate the fact that you cannot discern whether it's with butterflies or dread. Maybe a mix of both.
"You must promise to not bring harm upon any cookie." Now you're making conditions, but you know you only say them to ease your conscience regarding your soon betrayal of the others. Asking the Cookie of Deceit to make a promise has a predictable conclusion.
"I've been trapped in that cursed tree for so long, deprived of touch I longed for from you! Must you make your beloved wait any longer?"
You can't. As pathetic as that sounds, you cannot leave the beast to wait. That being mentioned, you press your lips to his smooth ones, your partner squeaking from your bout of boldness.
Perhaps Pure Vanilla Cookie can find it in his dough to forgive you for your greed. He should come to know that Shadow Milk is a very manipulative cookie.
Or maybe you never put up much of a fight to begin with.
Shadow Milk melts into you afterwards, returning your kiss with more power than you gave. It's clear to see just how eager he was to have you back in his grasp.
His arms hold a tight grip around your neck, putting the entirety of his weight onto you, with one leg lifted into the air per usual. Repeatedly giving you small kisses afterward, Shadow Milk can't help but giggle.
Underneath, he's giddy at the fact he managed to slip under the walls you placed for him, which, if you asked him, such barriers should be nonexistent for him, your dear soon-to-be spouse.
Besides that, now he's certain to recruit you towards the livelier side of the beasts! You might've refused to call yourself such a term at first, but it was inevitable.
He can't wait to show you off to every cookie on Earthbread, to flaunt how you discovered the lies of the world and came into his loving embrace willingly. Your duo comeback will shake every crumb without a doubt.
Pure Vanilla Cookie's face will be priceless! With you here now, the finest performance he has ever hosted can only be awaited.
He hopes those doughbrains are prepared for a major plot twist.
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