PURPLE YAM COOKIE X !READER WHO IS A MERMAID/MERMAN
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âlove is not only a word, it is a feeling we desire ourselves toâ
requested by: @caeserfroggysalad
topics: fluff, some smut is mentioned â ď¸
plot: a reader who falls into the abyss of the underwater sea, unexpectedly finding true love from a merman who is destine to fall in love in need of comfort and change
hi there! am sorry that I have not been able to fulfill requests during the summer. this was one of them to begin with and I know I have another purple yam fic awaiting to be drafted. my summer got a little busy with going back to college and Iâm expecting it to be a bit more hectic with the semester and transferring to a university and starting to plan for my long-term career. I havenât seen much fanfics going around tumblr like it used to be ever since the cookie run kingdom fandom started to die down drastically. so this is putting in the effort of coming back to put something out there until I can get what needs to be done. in the mean time, I hope you enjoy this palooza love story dedicated to a very close friend of mine who talks literally about their self ship with purple yam a lot!
under the sea, below the oblivious layers of the ocean that navigates towards an underwater city made for mercookies to be discovered, you were pretty well-known. you were often looked at as the the top performer of best musical singer for the underwater sugar seashell club. you had pride in your job and you cherish every moment to gather and sing with your heart content by rallying the audience and to make them feel welcomed. you were a cookie with perfect complexion and charisma. you always had an eye for design when it comes to picking out tops other than coconut bras or sea stars, patched on your breastâ therefore you had rather good intentions to everything. but not that you had bragged about it, right? at least thats what the mercookies think. you were a very-high end mermaid/merman with high expectations. you would pretend to brag about it to your fans and then brush it right off, as if fame isnât everything to changing your identity or your pretty looks. sometimes, you wished to be a regular citizen, fitting right in to the crowded domain of busy fish that either have to peel off the barnacles, sweep up the kelp plants, guarding and protecting the underwater city and most importantly, keeping an eye above the waters. at least that was purple yam cookieâs job.
ahhh yess. a merman built with a bold and nutty flavor of aggression and a burning flame of integrity. this is a cookie who is not afraid to fight a shark because in morality, he is able to tame them as his pets and being his only friends. after all who has heard the phrase of âfish are friends, not foodâ, but with sharks? this is a merman who isnât afraid of competition. To find his prey by hunting them down or even a mate to be the alpha to. purple yam is the defender and alpha lead to the shark community. his knowledge to speak and understand the shark language became natural to himâ I mean after all, his tail is represented as a shark. born and imprinted with his burnt marks and even leaving scars all over his tender body, but as if he isnât afraid to admit that he didnât feel insecure. he wanted to prove to those that in the end, you are left with scars and bruises after a tense battle on the battlefield. for a woman at least it was different. this IS different.
after his duty of keeping patrol of the city with his sharks, an all cleared was signaled and retreated back to the herd. the sharks began to feast on leftover gummy shrimps and candy krill. yam was feasting on the same as well as itâs important to learn and be fully exposed to a sharkâs taste of interest. meanwhile, a couple of mercookies going about their day were talking about the performance from last night of a cookie whose famous for their singing and songwriting truly becomes an inspiration to aspiring theatre acts and future performances where they will be displayed. all that purple yam could ever think about was famishing over his meal, instead of randomly hearing the two cookies talk about a famous mercookie would could brag about their famous career. he wasnât into music in particular to begin with and just hearing someone who desires someone elseâs own personal fame felt too overrated. âsounds GULLIBLE.â he scoffs with attitude as he continues to finish his meal.
15 mins in on their break. yam and the sharks were finish feasting. he had some errands he had to run, so he would leave the sharks behind to rest and train around the shoal. yam then eavesdrops into another group of merfolk, gathering to see tonightâs performance of the mermaid/merman that was going to be there. yam realizes that this was the exact same cookie that another duo was mentioning. the more he kept over hearing this particular, the more irritating it got. âAUGHH! What is WITH this COMMOTION?â he exclaims. the other cookies could hear him from near. he then decides to see the show for himself. pretending that having interest would change his mind. again, he wasnât into huge taste like classical or jazz. unless it peeked his interest. the show was gathered in the gold sugar seashell music hall. this is where famous merfolk compose or sing. yam sits at least 8 feet away from the stage near the right corner. for him to blend in, it was a tough fit. the overlapping of conversations from left to right were curious about what could the famous mercookie sing tonight for this broadcast. the audience grew silent as the hall got dark. the stage lights flickered on and the crowd begins to applaud. the host of the show begins to announce tonightâs performance with the mercookie yam has heard from others previously. their name was ây/nâ.
tonightâs theme of color was brass gold. you were coated with the finest premium of fine gold. at least that what the designers would say. yes had on a gold and glitter coated seashell bra and a gold sequence skirt near where your ankles (in transition your tail fins) would be. hinted with silver-blue eye shadow and eye liner. you werenât an expert for fixing up a contouring face, but you were a whole different cookie on stage. you began to perform one of the finest classical jazz pieces from your album. this one was dedicated to finding love in existence and hoping the right one will run into you. everything all articulated in flat notes. you were into your song and learn to manifest it. you were able to toggle a perfect cohesive audience, including purple yam cookie.
his eyes sparkled at the singing mercookie, decked with gold. in the eyes of a tiger shark, he was spotting on his new mate. you were a butterfly fish. so, seeing the intriguing details of your shiny scales and fins turned him on. he admired your eye color as it mesmerized underneath the lights. you dance, moved your hips gracefully as you finished the rest of your song.
the audience roars from amazement. clapping on to wish ây/nâ a spectacular show. did this change purple yamâs pique of interest? the next day passes by and yam was busy once again on patrol with the sharks. he ended up seeing the mercookie who looked very familiar, but without all the glossy touch ups. either way, he was still interested. the mercookie was minding her day, shopping around the sea market, without anyone securing her safety. this was his big chance! yam becomes instantly distracted and sees that y/n drops a few things from their purse. a perfect moment to helpâ and mingle! yam hurries over to help y/n as their embarrassment grew.
âthank you.â y/n response in a soft voice.
âo-oh, itâs nothing. just a typical merman helping the citizensâ he stutters.
âI donât think I had anyone ever done such a thing for me, especially when it comes to being very popularâ it sounds mediocre at least to me.â y/n felt like they wanted to hold back. the gloom in their eyes and it grabs yamâs attention.
âwell itâs not like it was done intentionallyâŚâ he adds
2 months began to pass by as yam and y/n started to talk more and eventually started getting together, as y/nâs career became overwhelming for them, so they decided to take a break. holding back on their musical career may seem like it was putting an end on their fans. but it was best to keep their personal life and dating experience out of sight. until they were ready to head back to the sugar sea shell stage, everything could start over. yam had a hard time trying to learn the term âloveâ as if it just comes out of thin air, potentially absorbing the thought of how two fishes under the sea could wrap tails around together and make love. yam took his precautions as y/n wraps their arms around his warm tendered body. easy enough to turn someone on when pleasure starts to grab their attention, subconsciously. when it came to cuddling in bed and wrapping their arms (including their tail fins) around each other, the warmth of love became real. as yam puckers y/n, dragging his lips across their sweet sensitive body and tracing their body curves with his hand as y/n lets out a softly gasp.
y/n imagining a magical moment between them and purple yam cookie. purple yam taking advantage of them as he never felt this type of comfort. love never existed to himâ as he grew up to hunt and fight like a predator. once you master the fundamentals of being a predator, soon, you will catch your prey. well, at least it should apply to finding your mate. was he really known to being the underwater cityâs most reliable guard? they wondered if he grew some sort of affection towards his sharks to build a bond. they were glad that they spent their life differently because all it matters was that they both found themselves in a different position of things.
