Ft: Pure Vanilla Cookie, Dark Cacao Cookie, Eclair Cookie, Madeleine Cookie, Espresso Cookie, and Lilac Cookie
A/n: first post back! Wanted to start small with headcanons to get back into the groove before doing full fics again
Pure Vanilla Cookie
He smiles and cups your cheeks. He quickly agrees saying he’d love you no matter what form you have. He’d hold you close and kisses you.
“Of course I’d love you if you were a worm!”
Dark Cacao Cookie
He’d just stare at you, not sure how to answer that question. Are you about to turn into a worm? Is there is something you’re not telling him? Is this a joke? He doesn’t give you clear answer.
“…what?”
Eclair Cookie
He’d stop what he was doing and slowly looked at you. He started to think over history if anyone has turned into a worm. He does look for transformation books, hoping to stop the transformation.
“Are you turning into a worm?!”
Madeleine Cookie
Similar to Pure Vanilla, He’d pick you up and kiss you. He’d hold you close and show off his beautiful smile.
“I’d love you no matter what you look like! But would you love me if I was a worm?”
Espresso Cookie
He makes a disgusted face and shakes his head and continues on with his work. He is very concerned for you and how came up with such an odd question.
“Where did you get that question from? Was it Madeleine Cookie?”
Lilac Cookie
He thinks about how to answer the question. If he says no, you’ll be sad. If he says yes, you’re happy but its weird. He takes a little more time before speaking.
“..Yes..”
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I've seen noone requested any yandere yet and I see you write it so I thought I'd give you your first yandere request so you can try it out and stuff! May I request a yandere eclair with a museum attendant reader? Like reader's job is to care for the gems by polishing them and making sure all the items displayed in the museum look nice and are ready for people viewing them?
Hi! So I have a wholesome idea (for once I'm actually not thinking about angst-) where you know how Eclair Cookie teaches about history in the Parfaedia Institute? Well I have an idea where reader teaches about technology/magichanical engineering, and they're very kind and friendly. Can I have a one shot/headcanons (whichever is easier for you) where the two meet? Thank you! ^-^
“Write that down! Maneuvering to success— with broad engineering skills and minds for evaluating ideas”
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Eclair x !Mechanical Engineering Reader
topics: a reader who specializes in the skills of technology use and mechanical engineering.
- Eclair is least likely to understand the field of modern technology and highly integrating mechanical engineering machines
- Once he takes a glance at some of the projects a lot of the students are capable of making and doing, he is impressed. His eyes sparkled—never seeing anything like it before. Taking notes down frantically to make sure he studies and understand the qualities of mechanical engineering and technology
- He wonders who the professor is here. Since he’s not aware of the Institute having an addition underground segment where they have garages implemented into the building. This is where all the tech-savvy students come into play and study all of the fundamentals of technology and modern machinery today. Even magic may be hinted into the machines and robots since Magic City is formulated into the use of magic for every subject you acquire yourself in.
- Eclair comes down to seek the Professor. The professor seems eye-catching. And I mean like no other Professor being dressed as how you appeared yourself to be. Yes, you were wearing a white lab coat, wearing cybernetic glasses for screen monitoring and the use of sensory advancement. Almost much similar to Strawberry Crepe, but for more interesting to him.
- He comes down to greet himself, flattered by you interest in the wonders of magic and tech. He often finds himself stuttering in how he wants to compliment you. Even getting the right words leavings himself embarrassed, but he’s sure glad he has met you.
- He wants to see more of your work, such as your most recent projects, including the students. He takes the time examine once again—every single detail and maneuvering piece of each part, that works like a charm.
- Did you know at least 50% of magic is integrated in the product made and build? He’s very impressed!
- “Such remarkable figures! Simply remarkable! I did not think the digital age today would take its toll into surpassing modern life all across Earthbread.”
- You also show him one of the students’ creations, which is like a oven top machinery. Serving you a hot cup of tea and a quick 1 min magic generating oven to serve you a fresh eclair.
- “Oh my stars! Why you shouldn’t have…”
- Overall he would definitely take the time to get to know you more as he wanted to learn more into the modern like of mechanical engineering and magical technology. I’m pretty sure his scrolls are filled with some of the notes he took today to grasp a little bit of knowledge. Silly him. Trying to stay on top of things.
- You enjoyed owing the pleasure of showing him around the corridors. He definitely would like to see you one-on -one with you to chat up and have some tea and pastries during breaks or even after school/office hours.
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((Sorry this took so long! Had to do some research on this one but enjoy the read (: I definitely tried my best with the ‘one-shot’ hc thingy ))
The scent of cinnamon, cloves, and vanilla tinge the air of the small apartment. It is dim, yet warm and the small amount of light that ebbs from the fireplace is a soothing sunset color. You don’t remember how you came to be in the apartment, only that your head and chest feel tight, strained.
“Ah, I see you’re awake. I’m so glad that you’re okay! I was scared...” Eclair puts a hand to her chin, thinking deeply for a moment before turning her gaze back to you.
“Eclair?” Her name barely chokes itself from your lips. Ugh. Everything is sore. Even your voice.
“Yes, love? Pray, do not strain yourself. You took quite a beating out there.” She smiled and leaned over, gently running her fingers through the hair behind your right ear. “Please, do not scare me so again. I thought... I feared that I would never see you again. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to fix you.” You see a brief flash of glassiness in her eyes before she tears away from you. It’s as if she is trying to be strong for you.
“I had to use the medi-gel on your wounds. So you’ll have to rest for a few days before you can even think about walking out of this apartment.” She walked towards two tall shelves filled wall-to-wall with books and trinkets. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll feed you, read to you, massage you, bathe you... relieve you if you so require. I can’t let you go without. I can’t let you hurt yourself again.”
You sigh, knowing that the duskwight will refuse to listen to your objections. It’s not like you don’t want her attention or affection - you just hate the idea of sitting around. You loathe the idea of someone waiting on your hand and foot - especially by a person you love, by a person who is just as hypocritically hardheaded as you are when it comes to self-care.
Eclair smiles before walking back towards you. You only now realize she is barely wearing much at all. Just that shimmery rolanberry red lingerie. It’s the same set you bought her none too long ago. And how it fits just so... you feel the heat spreading through your cheeks. And, of course, she notices your admiration as she bends to catch your chin in her hand.
“I hadn’t gotten to wear it properly until recently. It’s a little itchy, but I know how you love it. I hoped it would help you feel better, even if only a small bit.” Her thumb traces over your bottom lip. Her eyes search your face hungrily. Your body reacts all the same: with need.
“I love it. But not as much as I love you.” Your words catch her slightly off guard. You can tell from the hint of purple that spreads over her cheeks. “I want you.”
“Dear... you’re still recovering. I don’t know...”
“It will be fine. I’m not going to fall apart after a little lovemaking. Hell, it might make me heal faster.” You laugh. But she only shakes her head. You’re talking to a Medicus after all. Despite her affinity for more offensive types of alchemy, she still holds a vast understanding of medicine. And she knows how stressed, beaten, tired and weak you’ve been lately.
“Not yet, love. But... I can at least help you unwind. Come on.” She offers her hand, helping you to wobbly feet and aching legs. You lean on her more than usual to walk over to the enormous four-post canopied bed. It looks comfortable and you suddenly realize just how tired you feel. “Alright, lie back and just let me know where it feels good, okay?”
What feels like an eternity in heaven unfolds in your body. The knots that you didn’t even know you had dissolve under her touch. You quiet your moans into the pillow you’re face first in. You barely restrain the urge to thrust your hips into the bed.
“Are you okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?” Her soft voice rolls across the bare flesh of your back. The warm breath, spiked with that Ishgardian accent bring goosebumps to the surface of your skin. The things you could do to her right now.
“No, it feels great. Amazing. U-uhn.” You dig your canines into the pillow and bite it with such force that you swear it’s going to tear. The muscles of your groin are the only muscles you feel now. And they’re so tight it’s like torture, begging for touch.
Eclair senses your discomfort and comes to rest on the edge of the bed. “Roll over, love.” You try and read her gaze, recognizing it as understanding. She leans in, pressing her lips against your forehead. And then to your eyelids, your cheeks, all over your face until the both of you are panting and breathless from moments upon moments of all kinds of kissing. You feel as if you almost lost your tongue in the heated exchange. And you realize her chocolate-tinted lipstick has smeared all over your lips and jaw and neck.
She too has the faintest bit of the lipstick smudged around her mouth but it is not that which draws your attention to her face, but the look of worry that comes to her features.
“What is it, Clair?” You draw a hand slowly through her ponytail.
“Just... all of your scars. I know I’m the reason for a great many of them and I don’t know if I can ever forgive myself for them.” You notice her eyes turn glassy again and you run your hand from her hair to cup her cheek.
“To see you safe, I would brave any wound, any scar. Knowing I have someone to come home to is worth more than anything else in life.”
She holds back a whimper, clinging to your hand and pressing her lips against your fingers over and over. “I’m so glad to have you, love. So glad... you’re one of the few things I’ve done right. So please, stay safe for me. Stay safe for us.”
She straddles your hips, a look of mischief painted over her smeared lips. You barely can acknowledge the things she’s said before you feel the heat of her breath against your body, against the tender flesh that so badly needs attention. Your own breath catches in your throat, resulting in a half-gargled moan.
What feels as if it has been the first time in forever, you are both one in the flesh. You barely get her name through your lips as her fingernails trace the now glistening skin of your chest. She continues the ministrations, slow, steady, going gently but never showing signs of stopping.
It’s not until every last gasp of pleasure has escaped your frame that she finally slumps over beside you and sighs. You turn towards her, burying your face in her shoulder. “Are you not going to allow me to pleasure you?”
She shook her head. “I told you to rest - that I would relieve you.” Her commitment to you shakes you to your core. She cares not for herself, she has always been one to disregard her own health or feelings for those she cares about. But, in you, she has found happiness. And in you, safety.
“You know, Eclair... once I recover, I’m going to repay you for this.” You laugh into her jaw, breathing in her scent - that subtle patchouli and citrus that is so comforting.
“I don’t need you to repay me. I just need you.” She closes her eyes, long lashes flutter against your forehead. Her hands gently glide over your sides several times before she finally props against you and holds you until you both fall fast asleep.
Just being picked up and swung around by you for all the kingdom to see, he feels so embarrassed! He doesn’t show it tho, he has to keep his composure cause his son might see him!
Latte
She enjoying the love, you don’t pick up many cookies but shes one of the few that you do and she feels so honored! She finds it adorable how you fuss about how cute she is.
Eclair
Kinda glad you picked him up. He can slightly see your face through the sky and when you pick him up, he gets a better view. He’s been trying to get an accurate drawing of you, and you’re helping him a lot!
Pomegranate
Wants to hate it but she can’t. She finds it adorable how you call her cute and just needs love. Shes takes it as a sign that she gets to have your favor more than anyone else!
“Hey Earl Grey! I found this old book in one of the older hotel rooms..” Sonder says walking up to Earl Grey whose cleaning the front desk off.
“Whats it about?” He asked.
Sonder skims the back of the book, some words are crossed off. “Hm… Royalty, knights, a scholar, ooo and a hotel…. Seems like its about the old kingdom. Remember the one that was taken over by a mad man then it crumbled when he took control? Yeah, that one, the books called My Love for them, wanna read it together?”
“Im a little busy cleaning, do read it aloud for me Dear?”
“My pleasure” Sonder sits in one of the chairs behind the front desk and begins to read aloud.
Once upon a time.
Deep into the unknown forest. The sun does not shine, only the light of the moon. Where dragons roam.
Theres a hotel, hiding away the kingdoms queens first born. They was taken the day they turned eighteen, the day they were supposed to get married to prince of foreign kingdom. Never to be seen again.
Before all this, they were in love with their dear bodyguard, such a forbidden relationship. The knight was hurt beyond belief, a month into his grieving he told his parents he was off to go find you. They pleaded and begged for him to not go, not to risk his life. He continued to get his armor on and left on a journey that will risk him his life. Many knights have went and have never returned.
it was long and tedious journey. bugs would keep the knight from sleep. Monsters coming and going. His chest plate was holding on by a thread it seemed, it did him no good. It covered little to nothing but he still kept it on. His food supply began to dwindle but he never lost confidence or hope.
After days, maybe weeks of walking and fighting. He was just outside the hotel. He noticed no dragons in sight. The outside of the hotel was freezing to the touch. There were lights coming from all around the inside of the hotel.
He began to push the huge doors open, they creaked and fought against him. When he finally got it open enough to get in, he walked in to see an elegant interior. The walls had intricate designs, there were paintings hung all around. As the knight got closer looks, it was you. He walks further into the hotel, the stairs creaked and groaned as he walks up them. He goes to the second floor, the corridor has different wall designs but still theres paintings of you. His cheek started to heat up and heart began to skip beats as he proceeds further in the hotel, the you in the paintings seem to loose more articles of clothing.
the lights at the end seem to not be lit, but by the moon light shining through the windows he can see a door at the end of the hallway, Its made of some type of metal.
The dear knight reached the door, he got a closer a look and the door seems to be rusted in some areas. He tried the door nob, no use. He then tried to shove it open with his shoulder, no use. He fidgeted with the nails to see if he can completely take the door off.
He heard muffled sounds coming from behind the metal door, it came to a stop, he stopped, the door cracked open. From just the crack in door, it seemed to be a bed room. He walked in, you were tied up on the bed, gag covering your mouth. You were in a blue and vanilla outfit, sitting on top of an elegant king sized bed. More paintings filled the room, but it was you with another man.
He looked back over to you when he heard you muffle words. There were tears pooling in your eyes, you kept looking at something behind him and then back at him. He quickly figured out and turned around. There was a man in red stained clothes, sword in hand. But it was too late, the man in red stained clothes stabbed him in the heart, his broken chest plate not provided any protection. You began to scream, still, they were muffled.
The man walked over to you, he was also the man in the paintings, Eclair. His clothes has been stained red over the countless knights that came for you.
Eclair undid you bindings, he kept your gag on. You began to thrash and cry, trying to reach the dead man that layed across the floor. Eclair gripped your wrist tight, pulling you to his chest, blood began to smear on you and your clothes.
Your lover, your suppose-to-be knight in shining armor was you last hope at escaping this hell. So many knights came, all received a similar fate.
You reach for your gag and yank it off. You look Eclair in the eyes, ready to say something. You open your mouth and nothing comes out, tears continue to blur your vision. Eclair looked at you and smiled, not saying a word. He picks you up and places you in chair thats in the corner of the room, his painting chair. He places your dead lovers body next you, then gets a canvas and easel. He grabs his paint and brushes, stands in front of the canvas. Before he starts he says,
“This is a big celebration, your dear bodyguard has been killed, it deserves to be remembered through out history. Once your parents are dead, I’ll paint their heads on pitchforks and hang it for all to see. The entire world deserves to see how much work I put into loving you, but for now, things that happen in the hotel stays in the hotel.”
Sonder stops reading.
“Hm? Why’d you stop reading? I was actually interested..” Earl grey says.
Sonder and Earl Grey are now curled up together with a blanket on a sofa to the side of the hotel lobby. The lights are off besides a small lamp to their left.
“The pages are ripped out… I’ll go back to the room to see if I can find them.” Sonder got up and left for the room.
Some time passed, Earl Grey was getting inpatient. He decided to look around the hotel for Them. He first went to the second floor since those are the oldest rooms in the building. He started calling out their name, no answer. He saw a slightly cracked door at the end of the hallway and went to it.
Some more time passed. Sonder found the pages and went back to the lobby. “Sorry it took so long Earl grey, but I found some more pages and this weird painting of (name)… Earl Grey?” The blanket was on the ground and Earl Grey was not in sight.
Sonder decided to walk up the stair, they knew Earl Grey would probably go looking for them sooner or later. the stairs started squeaking. “Thats weird, that never happens…” They continue down the hallway. “Earl Grey! Earl Grey are you here?”
As Sonder continues, as she gets closer to the end of the hall, the last door slightly cracks open. “Earl Grey! Haha, if you’re trying to scare me you’ll have to do better.” The door fully opens, the silhouette of Earl Grey is seen in the dark. “Oh! Is that the room thats similar in the book? Awesome!” They cheerfully say.
Earl Grey suddenly drops once Sonders basically touching the door, a cookie with a big hat and blood stained clothes is shown. Earl grey was bloody and dead on the ground. They started walks closer to Sonder as they back up. “Wont you tell me where (name) is? You have my painting of them…Give them back..”
Can...I get an eclair with a reader that has insomnia?
ECLAIR X !READER W/ INSOMNIA
pronouns preferred: they/them
topic: doing fluff; a reader who has insomnia and struggles to fall asleep
((I kinda made this a short-fic for this. I had also (kinda) rushed it too but hope you still likey! (: ))
It was already midnight. You were told by your true love that he would make it home by the time he was done grading class work and spiffing up the museum. Of course, Eclair works hard at his finest in order to make sure everything was in proper place, from ancient relics to common treasures, stored in glass containers. I guess you can say that he is very attention-to-detail when it comes to organization. You expect a little less time from him to lock up the doors and be making his way home. As time passes through, you begin to worry— leaving your eyes continuing to remain open, slight eye bags begin to appear as you stood there in bed, waiting for Eclair to make it home. The worrying on your face surprisingly was a type of ‘worry’ that when Eclair has been gone for a very long time, you assumed that he may have either gotten kidnapped or demolished quickly.
You suddenly felt your heart beginning to pound. You hoped that he was ok— to ensure that he doesn’t find himself lost. With it being pitch black, hopefully the moon will guide his way or keeping a lantern with him will also do the trick.
You begin to hear the door, chucking. You realized that it was Eclair coming home feeling exhausted. He comes in heavily filled with lots of paperwork and relics, all scrunched up in his leather messenger bag— as if he was dragging himself against the wall, losing his breath. You quickly walked over to the long-haired male, unhooking his bag to place on the chair and began to walk him over to the bedroom so he could get himself comfortable.
“Eclair, I’m so glad you’re ok! You had me worried. What took you so long?”
“My dear sweets, I’m so sorry for worrying you. I wanted to ensure everything was in its place. Yet, my class work took long enough to get completed. You know how hard a professor works.” He exhales in relief, softly patting your back, giving you a gentle kiss on your head.
You immediately begin to grab his pajamas. Preparing everything he needed for bed to wake up refreshed in the morning. Even though it was already today, might as well be later then.. Minutes later, Eclair had already pampered himself, putting his hair into a huge bun, from it dragging. And you begin to cuddle your way, wrapping your arms around him as he does the same.
“Hun, please don’t ever worry me again. You know how I can get. I only have trouble sleeping when you’re not around”
“Oh honey. Please forgive me. I definitely miss you when I can see you all day everyday at the academy. You know you’ll always hold a special place in my heart.” Eclair, brushing through your silk soft hair as you begin to fall asleep. And yet, it seem it had cured your insomnia.
“It looks like that corset of yours made you tired enough” You giggled as you begin to slip out your final sayings for the night, teasing him as he chuckled back.
“You have to admit, it sometimes does give a hard time to stretch out my back.”
As soon as you both fell into your slumbers, you were happy for now that he was able to make it back at a reasonable time. You didn’t like the fact from not being home for too long, but wished that every single day he could cradle you into his arms and talk about his history and relic stories while he goes on quests.
