[Bard & Beasts] Mystic Flour Cookie x Bard!Reader: Elysian Serendipity
inspired by @brittle-doughie's bard reader (i hold that request he's made for me close to my heart <3) also, this is my first time writing x reader content, please be kind
You've heard of her, through whispers of awe and adoration. How she could grant wishes to any and all, big or small.
But that's left you wondering...
When was the last time someone granted a wish of hers?
AKA Your first meeting with Mystic Flour Cookie during the Halcyon Days.
tags: Gender Neutral!Reader, Flashbacks, First Meetings, Fluff, Reader is called Bard Cookie, Serenading, Friendship, Cookies Have Human Traits, Cookies Are Still Cookies, Canon Compliant, ANIMATIC BELOW IS MINE! :3
"Hey, Bard Cookie?" You shift to look towards the sheepish voice that came from Gingerbrave, blinking idly as you wait for him to gather his words.
"What is it, Gingerbrave?" You give a gentle nudge amidst the silence, taking note on how Wizard Cookie and Strawberry were trying their best to look like they weren't eavesdropping, they've grown into strong and crispy cookies but it's clear they're still a little soft inside.
You don't mind their curiosity, there's not much they can do when you're all stuck in the air, headed for Beast Yeast after all.
"So, you said you've lived in Beast Yeast a long time ago, right? Can you tell us anything about that place?" Gingerbrave tunes you back in with his question, eager to know, stepping forward with that unusual brevity that leads you to soft laughter.
You don't miss how the rest, even Pure Vanilla Cookie, were now perking up at the prospect of hearing something new about an era older than them.
"Hmm." Instinctively, your hands reach around your back to grasp an instrument, pausing as your fingers feel the thrumming warmth of one made of spice and charred remnants.
"Why should I tell you..." Your words trail off, unaware of their shared looks of confusion and concern.
Your hand passes over to pull out a well loved guitar, made of wood and sugar that didn't smell of smoke to strum a familiar melody into the piece.
"When I could sing it instead?"
You've heard of her, through whispers of awe and adoration. How she could grant wishes to any and all, big or small.
But that's left you wondering...
When was the last time someone granted a wish of hers?
You were young and ambitious, nothing but a flute in hand and your ragged cloak, a scrappy cookie amongst the many others, it was a wonder you reached her that very same day.
"What is it that you wish for?" Perhaps you did have something to wish for but all you had back then was one question.
"What about you, what do you wish for?" It had caught her by surprise, your question alongside the way your confident smile wavered but eyes shining with dedication.
You'll never forget the way she smiled and asked for a simple song, having seen the flute tucked behind your person.
And for a moment, the pagoda was filled with the distinct sound of a flute, you played the best you could and she listened to your serene melody.
Alas, all things come to an end, your time together interrupted by the others who wanted their wishes to be heard.
You left your flute with her, with the promise to play for her again when you come by once more.
(You wonder if it's still there, you didn't have it in you to check before leaving your home.)
