i forgot to post this royalzella fanfic so here u guys go if u rock w this ship :3c
The Ultimate Wager - Royal Margarine x Mozzarella fanfic
“Step right up and place your bets! Who’s feeling lucky tonight?”
Mozzarella Cookie stood at the gate of the arena where excited onlookers held their hands out with pouches filled to the brim with coins, all eager to double their riches tonight. Betting was the most popular pastime in the Golden Cheese Kingdom amongst even the most impoverished citizens (which was rare due to Her Radiance’s unwavering commitment to her people), and this evening was no different.
A young Cookie stepped up to the gate, holding up a pouch and clearly just excited to be involved in all the action. Fittingly, betting laws were nonexistent in this kingdom.
“I’ll bet 20– no, 30 on Team Pepperjack!”
Mozzarella Cookie examined the Cookie with a smile on her face, amused by their eagerness and finding it quite endearing. She thought back to when she was the same age, young and placing a bet for the very first time. After pondering for a moment, she leaned down to the Cookie’s ear and spoke with a hushed voice.
“You know, I hear that Team Gouda’s coach is feeling pretty confident today. Why not invest in them instead?”
The Cookie looked up at her with eyes full of wonder as well as a tinge of slight skepticism, being on the fence of listening to her own instincts and taking Mozzarella Cookie’s advice.
Quickly she realized that the Cookie thought it was a setup. Sensing her hesitance, Mozzarella Cookie gave a reassuring wink to the Cookie, holding her hand out to receive the small bet. The Cookie, smiling back at her placed the pouch in her hands, now trusting her and proceeded to enter the arena. She felt happy that she had helped get the young Cookie some more riches. Her calculations were 100% in favor of Team Gouda, and she was never wrong. Never, ever wrong.
She had a good feeling about the night to come.
As the night continued on, a plethora of guests came through the gates handing over their tickets, placing their bets and occasionally bickering with one another about which team they believed would win. It was good enough entertainment for Mozzarella Cookie, but she was beginning to become quite bored of the redundancy.
It was just her luck that things were about to become very interesting for her.
When the mass of people had all entered the arena and no one had walked up in a little while, Mozzarella Cookie leaned against the gate, tinkering around with one of her devices when a particularly boisterous Cookie approached the area.
“Why, hello gorgeous! Having fun with just standing around?”
Mozzarella Cookie’s eyes darted up at the Cookie, her senses on high alert. she quickly realized that he was not a resident of the Golden Cheese Kingdom. He was an outsider.
“Excuse me?” She took a step in his direction, but being careful to keep just enough distance between the two of them in case he was a dangerous individual— not that she wasn’t prepared to retaliate. After staring him up and down, she spoke with authority. “State your name and business, please.”
Her tone sent a shiver down the Cookie’s spine, but he would never let her know that. Admittedly, he wanted more than anything to fall to his knees and surrender out of fear for his life.
No. He couldn’t. Not now.
Clearing his throat, he put his hands up defensively and smiled nervously, trying to prove that he was not a threat.
“I apologize if I disturbed you, my lady. My name is Royal Margarine Cookie. I mean no harm to you or this glorious kingdom— I simply came to witness the splendor of the Cheddar Arena.”
It was as if her eyes were boring a hole through his head, the way she stared at him. She took out a gadget and scanned him with it, careful not to get too close if he was lying about his identity. But contrary to her initial suspicions, everything he said checked out.
Subconsciously, she let out a sigh of relief. She should have known he was no opponent— he was far too much of a loser to do any real harm. To anyone else, of course.
Placing down the gadget, she took another step towards him with her arms crossed. This was going to be fun.
“Hm. I see you’re from the Dragon’s Valley, correct?”
Seeing her take yet another step closer to him every muscle in his body tensed up the slightest bit more. He could only hope she wouldn’t notice.
The dragon rider cleared his throat, slapping on a confident smile and bowing. “Why, yes! The one and only. Ferocious dragons as far as the eye can see! In fact, I own a lovely dragon by the name of Buttercream. Ah! She truly is the sweetest.”
“You mean wyvern?”
“Excuse me—?”
“Your ‘dragon’. She’s truly a wyvern, no?”
Royal Margarine Cookie felt heat rush to his face at the admittedly true accusations. But how did she know? After all, they had only met not even 5 minutes ago. Just how smart was this Cookie?!
“Um, I—“
A smile tugged at Mozzarella Cookie’s lips. “It’s alright, your secret’s safe with me. Though, I am curious. Indulge me— what’s your real reason for visiting the Golden Cheese Kingdom?”
He began to relax a bit, realizing that Mozzarella Cookie was not out to ruin him. However, he did believe that she knew more than she let on.
“Well, if i’m to be completely honest with you, I’m not so sure myself.” He looked up at the sky, smiling wistfully. “I suppose my only goal here is to find an adventure.”
She walked over to a fence overlooking a cheese river and snorted, no longer facing Royal Margarine Cookie. “You know, I’ve already run hundreds of tests on you before you even spoke, right?”
He was right. she did know more than she let on.
Feeling a bit more comfortable, he walked over to where she was standing, placing himself about a couple of feet next to her to respect her boundaries.
“I’m sure you have.” He chuckled. “But I think i’m owed a question to ask you now.”
She turned towards him and raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what would that be?”
He sighed dramatically while smiling and slapped his hands down on the fence railing.
“Does it ever get boring being able to read everyone’s mind?”
He paused for a moment, twiddling his thumbs and looking down at his feet. The question had sounded much better in his head.
“I mean like, doesn’t that take the surprise and fun out of life? Why wouldn’t you just want to find things out for yourself?”
Mozzarella Cookie was taken aback by his question a bit. She had never thought of something like that; practically her whole life she had been able to predict the next thing to come out of a Cookie’s mouth. But now that was being challenged— was that really what she wanted out of living?
Trying to act as if the question was nothing, she simply shook her head dismissively.
“No, of course not. It’s much more fun always being able to find a solution to every problem. Having more information just.. helps me do that.”
“So you’re telling me you embrace the unknown?”
“Well, yes. I enjoy a little challenge.”
Royal Margarine Cookie sighed and looked out into the water.
“Yeah, me too.”
Suddenly he went quiet and an unreadable expression appeared on his face, something between a grimace and a smile. Mozzarella Cookie noticed this and discreetly began to scan him with her device in an attempt to unveil his emotions, however this was unprecedented— an error message.
What? No, this was impossible.
It always worked. Always.
She had programmed all of her devices to work under any conditions, any circumstance, no matter what, all to help her come to a conclusion. But now all that hard work was down the drain.
Silent panic filled her head. She had never been in such a situation and for the first time in a long time, she had no idea what to do.
Her hand began to tremble in the slightest as the realization set in.
She was the one with all the answers.
She was the one who always kept her cool.
She was the one who knew what to do at all times.
Frankly, she had no idea where this fear came from. In the deep recesses of her mind, a terrifying thought emerged.
If she couldn’t solve everyone’s problems, what was she good for?
She was spiraling— like a train deliberately derailing itself and thrashing into dark woods, rolling and rolling to no end. Yet none of it ever showed on her face.
And then there was sudden silence in her brain.
Her thoughts came to a screeching halt as she felt it.
Warmth.
A gentle hand on her own. Rough and calloused but nonetheless warm— grounded and safe.
Royal Margarine Cookie had removed his glove and gently encapsulated her hand in his. It was a risky move, and it very well could have ended in disaster. But it didn’t.
He knew how that felt— surrounded by so many people but still so alone, with no one truly ever being able to understand what you had been through and the fear you felt inside. Nonetheless seeing only your outside appearance and the performance you put on for others.
Because he had been there before. He still was.
No machine she had ever engineered could replicate this form of affection and yet again, she couldn’t wrap her mind around it.
Why did she enjoy this? She had everything she could ever desire in the Golden Cheese Kingdom, riches beyond comprehension. But not this. They were complete strangers not even an hour ago but it felt like they’d known each other for years.
Mozzarella Cookie let out a sigh, relaxing and appearing to send all of the pent up anxiety out of her body.
Without warning, she wrapped her arms around Royal Margarine Cookie, laying her head on his chest and finally breathing soundly after what seemed like an eternity.
Royal Margarine Cookie felt heat rising to his face and reciprocated the hug by crossing his hands around her back. He felt stupidly happy to be with her, to just hold her in this moment. To be confided in, to finally be someone to somebody.
Resting his head on hers, he broke the silence at last.
“Are you willing to take a chance on me?”
Smiling against his skin, she leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss right above his collarbone.
“I’m ready to bet on it.”
