#Licorice Cookie reader insert

[honey-milk-depresso]

could i request stardust, licorice, and shadow milk cookie with a reader that's smaller than them?,, thank you,,,

Take note that Shadow Milk Cookie just appeared recently as a cutscene, so for him it might be a little OOC.

CRK with an s/o smaller than them

Stardust Cookie

I think there’s plenty of cookies smaller than him, but you make it even more so. Like you’re just tiny around him.

And then he floats??? Sometimes you have to puff up your cheeks a little to tell him how unfair he’s being right now to which he blushes slightly and chuckled quietly, slowly descending down on his two crispy feet again.

He likes how small you are, that he can wrap his cape around you and bring you into a hug from behind. He just has this urge to protect you from all the harms of the Galaxy. Literally.

Stardust likes to hug you often, your small size allowing him to do so easily and he feels like he can love you properly while you’re in this size. He genuinely thinks your short stature is adorable and what makes you beautiful in his eyes.

Overall, Stardust is a simp for you- <3

Licorice Cookie

Shorter than him you say? He has an above average height for a cookie, so there’s plenty of cookies shorter than him. But you make the greatest armrest for him.

He teased you incessantly to no end about your height, always putting stuff off the top shelf on purpose like the little shit he is so you would come running for his help to grab it for you, or pretending he can’t see you while you’re literally right next to him.

Although, the moment YOU get teased by someone else for being short, he’s after them with his Licorice servants coming after them and make them regret ever teasing you about your height! Only HE can do that (hypocrite-)!

Licorice is pretty protective of you since your so short, usually having at least one or two of his Licorice servants around to stay on guard for you, like your tiny chewy bodyguards.

That’s your protective, hypocritical cookie for you. <3

Shadow Milk Cookie

You thought Licorice was a nuisance in teasing you about your short height? Well Shadow Milk Cookie is a complete BASTARD, LITTLE SHIT OF THE CENTURY.

He will tease you relentlessly with every nickname related to your short stature: shortcake, shortbread, little muffin, mustard seed, he is a menace. Puts things on the high shelf WHILE you’re trying to reach for your things and his lanky and tall ass height makes you become his armrest tenfold.

But like Licorice, if anyone else teases your height… oh boy, oh boy will they get it. He will reign overly unnecessary chaos to them that you kinda have to stop him. This cookie has the audacity to then get all whiney and sulky about how that cookie was mean when he does the same thing, making him an even bigger hypocrite.

Overall, he’s the biggest hypocrite you’ve ever met but he’s your hypocrite. <3

Reblogs help! ^^

[katfisha]

Ooooo, new artist and Crk writer. How about my boy Licorice?

Aight… Here you go! I wasn’t sure what specific prompt to go with but I chose to do a confession through letter :3

———

Licorice was watching you with anticipation… patiently waiting for an answer, hopefully a positive one.

He was hoping you will quickly grasp on the fact that he was the one who wrote you the letter! It may not have the best writing or anything like that, but all that matters is that the effort was made, right?

He is too shy to actually confront you, hence the letter used as an alternative way of expressing his feelings to you after growing his ‘interest’ on you for quite a while.

So… what do you say?

Will you still wonder who wrote you this precious letter or just take it as an another compliment of the day?

[brittle-doughie]

yo think we could get the Deliciously Evil Banquet cutscene with Y/N Cookie involved? just thought it would be fun to see after reading your Deal with Ancients story (can’t wait to see more of that btw)

i can just imagine the CoD deliberately setting up the seating so that Y/N is the closest one to them lol

Timeless Kingdom - Deliciously Evil Banquet (Reader Insert)

Never waste good food!

You entered the banquet hall, the sight of Dark Enchantress Cookie herself was enough to put you on edge, her entourage sitting alongside her, their eyes fixed in your direction didn’t help matters…

“Welcome, Y/N Cookie and friends.”

“Dark Enchantress Cookie! We are not going to be swayed by some food!”

Gingerbrave resisted the temptation of the banquet, Custard Cookie III not so much, which irritated Chili Pepper Cookie.

“Come on! Let’s take our seats! The jellies are getting cold!”

“Hey! Aren’t you a little TOO excited?!”

Esterházy interrupted for a brief moment to help with any belongings, of which Custard Cookie accepted real quickly.

“A grand idea! Here, hold my crown and scepter. Try not to get them wrinkled.”

“Very well, sir. As for everyone else...If you would please take your seats?”

You hesitate, but you go to sit down, hopefully as far away from the CoD as possible…before Esterházy stopped you with his hand.

“My apologies, sir/madam. But your seat is actually at the other end of the table, you’ve been specifically requested to sit there.”

This news surprised you and the group, Healer Cookie especially…

“What?!”

“Hehe, yeah! You’re sitting with us, Y/N Cookie. Right next to Dark Enchantress Cookie herself!”

You pondered on running out that door…..

…before sighing in defeat and trudged to the other side of the table. You couldn’t see it, but their eyes were on you as you head over to that empty seat amidst the CoD, Dark Enchantress Cookie patting it invitingly.

“Come, Y/N Cookie. You and your friends are the first Cookies to pass the gates—the first to be PERSONALLY welcomed into my fold. Let us have a heart-to-heart discussion~”

You sit down next to Dark Enchantress Cookie, she’d lean down and whisper in your (nonexistent) ear.

“And I’ve been looking forward to a heart-to-heart with you, Y/N Cookie~”

“Oh! So, like, can we ask you anything? Cause, I've been dying to know!How did you train the Cake Monsters? I want one as well!”

Custard Cookie III’s question made Dark Enchantress lean back into her seat as she softly laughed at the young cookie’s question.

“I wonder, Y/N Cookie. How long will Gingerbrave and the others cloud your mind?”

Not this again with Pomegranate Cookie…you whispered at her to knock it off.

“Did they tell you that there is a different path away from my Master’s embrace? You are being wasted on them, there’s only Dark Enchantress Cookie left for you. There’s only the darkness left for you..!”

“Hey, stop hogging all their attention..!”

You let Licorice and Pomegranate bicker at each other, saved you the trouble of Pomegranate’s rants again.

“Y/N Cookie….! Are you going to play with me soon? I have shroomies I want to share!”

You’ll consider it….Poison Mushroom didn’t do anything majorly wrong in your eyes…yet.

Dark Choco Cookie…he didn’t want to look at you in the eyes, your previous encounters with him must still be fresh in his mind…

“But before we progress any further...I have a question for you, our "esteemed" guests.”

“Do you know the reason why we, Cookies, were created?”

Dark Enchantress Cookie’s question snapped you out of your thoughts, your jam ran cold at the thoughts of your real purpose as a cookie…

Custard and Chili Pepper have their own answers to the question, none of which surprised Dark Enchantress Cookie.

“Nope!”

“Me neither! But I know I was baked with a particular set of skills! Heh!”

“How predictable. Pathetic. And you call yourselves COOKIES! What an absolute waste of perfectly fine dough!”

Dark Enchantress Cookie briefly glanced at you.

“Well, most of you are wastes of fine dough anyway. Although, one of you still shows great promise.”

“Y/N Cookie, do you know the real reason why we, Cookies, were created?

You…..hesitated.

The others were not ready to hear it. What’s meant to be their ultimate fate! It made your eyes dart back and forth in nervousness.

“Don’t be shy, my dear. We’re all listening~”

“Don’t listen to her, Y/N Cookie! She’s trying to lie to you again!”

“I'm wasting my efforts on you all. How selfish of you to have Y/N Cookie witness your crumbs litter this table!”

Did she just threaten to kill them all?!

She was not going to do that-

“STOP! I can no longer stand by and watch you bring destruction and corrupt cookies like Y/N Cookie with your evil!”

“HA! And who might YOU be? What is it that YOU can do to stop ME? You're a dusty, ragged, and unnamed nobody. Nothing but a memory that Y/N Cookie will forget very soon.”

“Yes... I have been hiding for far too long...But the time has come to step out from the shadows.”

“I will sacrifice everything to put an end to your schemes!”

“YOU!”

Pure Vanilla Cookie?!

Actually, that made a whole lot more sense now that you look back on it. Wizard and Gingerbrave was still in shock.

“PURE VANILLA COOKIE?!”

“HOLD MY CANE! Healer Cookie is Pure Vanilla Cookie?!”

“Ah...It seems that an uninvited guest was among us. Have you FINALLY realized how pathetic you are and have come to hand over your Soul Jam and see me rightfully claim Y/N Cookie as mine?”

M-ma’am, you were not property.

“Y/N Cookie will never go with you. I’ve seen their soul and know that it will shine the brightest and will never fall into your hands!”

“Tell me then... How do you plan to stop ME? Did you think your ragged attire and worn expression would win my sympathy?”

“*Tsk* What a waste of a good banquet...Enough of this!”

Dark Enchantress was not happy with the situation, Pomegranate was not happy with the situation as you low-key shifted your chair away from the CoD.

“How dare you ruin my Master's plan! Fate will not be on your side tonight!”

[faemytho]

CRK Version: you all have ONE DAY TO VOTE.

the WINNER OF THIS POLL gets an XReader oneshot written by me, which i normally only do on a commission basis. as suggested by YOU GUYS:

some more info about how i approach writing xreaders:

i write as close to canon AS POSSIBLE!

this will be a Gender Neutral reader. they/them pronouns will be used!

"Y/N" will not be used; no personal or placeholder names or attributes will be used to refer to the reader insert at all.

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[strawberryinserts]

A Different Type of Cure

Summary: Finally, he's finally figured out the cure to your horrid little curse!

Surely his plan will all go just the way he pictured, with no tricks from you, right? ....right?

Pairing: Licorice Cookie x Reader

Warnings: None needed, some swearing, there's kissing and maybe some suggestive lines, the smallest bit of angst

Notes: Licorice thinks he finally figured out the cure to your curse, maybe you can help him with it. Gender neutral reader!

Sequel fic to A Different Type of Curse

All the positivity from the first chapter made me really happy.. I've never gotten responses like that before, I'm really glad you all liked it, and I hope you like this part too!! 💙

Finally, finally! After months and months of suffering from your damn curse, Licorice is positive he's figured out the cure! It may have taken awhile to think of a cure, he may have had to...ugh, ask for help, only because it was hard to focus due to the curse, if it wasn't for that he would have been done with you the moment you tried cursing him! It doesn't matter that he's been thinking about you for months, it doesn't matter he stays up far too late thinking about how soft your hands are, what it'd feel like to kiss you, it doesn't matter that he- Ahem! He isn't cured yet, he can't keep getting distracted like this..! He's so close to finally being free of these damn thoughts, he just needs to find you-  Licorice likes to think he's rather tall, but even if he is, it's not easy trying to find someone in a crowd, even if that someone is as beautiful as yo- this curse really is getting out of control.. Licorice ignored how the people he passed looked at him concerned, he was grumbling, obviously annoyed, he hated how he could tell he had gotten flustered from the warmth he felt from his cheeks on his hands. After he's cured he's going to make you pay for what you did to him, how? He doesn't know yet, but he doesn't care. Distracted by his thoughts he didn't hear the small gasp from behind him, he didn't hear the footsteps walking towards him despite how fast they were, what he did notice? He felt arms around him. A hug. Licorice stiffened and was about to curse out the fool that thought they could just run up and touch him, when he looked behind him and felt his blood run cold (or did he feel his heartbeat quicken? He doesn't know.) You. You. You were certainly brave, even if it was idiotic of you. Licorice opened his mouth to speak, his mouth felt incredibly dry all of a sudden, you seemed too- too excited, too happy to let him speak first. How truly disgusting, he thought. Though he was more disgusted at himself for thinking it was cute. "Licorice! I've been looking everywhere for you! It's been a few weeks since we last talked, I missed you!" The way you smiled at him, eyes shut while you giggled and told Licorice that you missed him.. It felt like he was dying. This was it, you knew he was trying to cure himself, you're trying to finish him off. His face was hot, his hands were sweaty, his heart- god his heart was beating so fast and loud he swore you could hear it. You were killing him. Licorice finally snapped out of his daze and realized you had spun him around so you were both facing each other, if his face got any hotter he felt like he'd catch on fire. "Y-you damn- you devil! you absolute witch! You think you- you think you can kill me? You think you can kill Licorice cookie?! Since we last talked I've been- I've been working hard on a cure to your damn curse, and you won't stop me now! I just need a few more things and I'll-"

he hated how the curse was making him weaker, the stutter in his voice, the way he couldn't keep eye contact with you, if he lived past this he was going to kill you. Licorice was about to start ranting again when he noticed something at the corner of your eyes, his breath hitched- There was no way, was this supposed to be the finishing move? The final act that killed him? Him making you cry? "D-don't you try that, y-you demon-" you cut him off, startling Licorice with your unusual tone. "Licorice I- thi-this whole curse joke was funny at first but..but I don't like it, did I do something to make you dislike me..? If I did-" you looked down, not wanting to look him in the eyes while you talked, That had to be what was supposed to end him. "Please just tell me..I'll leave you alone, I just wanna apologize for whatever I did."

Licorice felt a...a different ache in his chest, not the usual pains from thinking about you, this time the pain felt worse. "Y-you..I.." Licorice kept looking down at you, you glanced him and he turned his head, looking to the side, "If you..if you truly didn't curse me then who..who did? Who would try to kill me by making all my thoughts be about you...?" He mumbled the last part, apparently not quiet enough as it turns out, when he saw your head snap up. "Huh- what?? That's not.. Licorice can you tell me more about this uh..this curse?"

Licorice looked back down at you, your tears have stopped, it looks like you're blushing, what, were you cursed too? "...for.. months, months since we first met all of my thoughts..they've been plagued by you, it doesn't matter the time of day, what I'm doing, I can't get you out of my head, I start to feel sick, my face gets hot and sweaty, I feel like I'm about to have a heart attack the way my chest gets.. it's a curse, is it not? No normal person acts like this..!"

Licorice had shut his eyes when he began his explanation, fearing the face you'd make at him admitting weakness. And for good reason, you truly were a demon, you had started to giggle upon hearing his symptoms of the curse, it had to be because you- "I like you too, Licorice." He snapped his eyes open, mouth open in confusion as he looked down at you, You- you liked- you..you what? He..what? Huh?  "W-witch, I have no idea what you m-mean..!" Licorice's face had started to heat up again, much to his dismay. "Nerd, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you either, and it's cause I like you, I have a crush on you, why do you think I've been looking for you? I was gonna finally confess when we talked but.. apparently you thought wanting to kiss me was a curse?"

You smiled up at him, obviously taunting him with your curse. "Y-you- HEY! I said no such thing about- about kissing you! I wouldn't dream of it! Even if I actually have dreamt abou- THAT'S- that doesn't matter! You won't be able to convince me you didn't curse me..!"

Licorice tried to stop from looking at your lips, he truly tried not too, but he couldn't help himself because of the curse, the curse he was slowly starting to believe he didn't actually have. Did he..was this really all because of a....a crush? "Mhm? You've never thought about it? Because I have, a lot. If you still think you have a curse, maybe a kiss would break the spell, that's how it always goes, right?"

You giggled again as you stepped closer, making Licorice back into a wall until it was right behind him. Maybe he..maybe he really wasn't cursed, and if he was...a kiss does usually break a spell, what would be the harm..? "F..fine, just one kiss, you witch.."

Licorice tried to hold in a laugh when he saw your surprised face, did you expect him to just yell and try and curse you? Cute. He admitted it, you were cute. It made his chest feel the same as before, his heart beating so fast he felt like he'd die, his face warm with a blush, hands sweaty, But it was nice. You made him feel nice. Licorice let out a laugh as he looked down at you,  "Come now, you're going to break this curse, yes? So hurry up and kiss me."

Perhaps it would take a few times to break the curse, the way your skin felt so soft when he placed his hand on your cheek, the way your lips felt even better than he imagined, the way he felt utter bliss when you two kissed.. Surely you'd have to do this again, and again, and again, and who knows how many more times. Breaking a curse was hard work, after all.

[sdr2lovemail]

are your character interaction events still? could i get one for licorice cookie: "Hello Licorice. I just wanted to tell you that I love you."

“Love me?!” Licorice chokes out, his face flushing a deep purple. 

He coughs into his fist, attempting to save face. Licorice straightens his back and pulls on a shaky smile. 

“Of course you love me. I’m Licorice Cookie! The wizard under Dark Enchantress herself. Everyone should love and fear me while bowing to us!” 

There’s a moment of silence. Licorice could feel his smile falling. “Do…” He trails off.

His shoulders slump as he brings his hood further down. “Do you really mean that?” Your response causes his blush to grow darker. 

“No…No one has ever said that to me before.” Suddenly his body goes rigid. Nervous laughter creeps out his mouth.

“Oh! I think that’s Bat Cat calling for me. I better go!” Licorice quickly turns on his heel, running in the opposite direction of you. 

Once he returned to the Cookies of Darkness’ residence, his diary got about eight pages fuller.

Character Interactions are open indefinitely now.

[ulteriorm0tiv3s]

₊˚⊹🍀﹕reader scared of balloons and fireworks﹒˚₊

❧ pairing: cream unicorn x reader, red velvet x reader (gender neutral)

❧ genre: fluff

❧ requested by: anon

❧ notes: ty 4 requesting !! this prompt was pretty nice to write bc im also scared of these thingz lol ☠️ i also decided 2 do balloons 4 cream uni and fireworks 4 red velvet coz i thought one would fit better with the other 🕊 but again tyty 4 the req, hope u enjoy :}

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~💜 cream unicorn 💜~

🦋•˖* when they first invited you to cookieland, everything was fine at first; you were enjoying yourself.

🦄•˖* however, when a small celebration was announced, you became a little nervous, which made them a bit worried.

🦋•˖* whenever decorations were being put up, you were cautious around balloons.

🦄•˖* “(y/n)? are you alright? you’ve been acting quite nervous while we decorate..” they would question you about it as nicely as they could.

🦋•˖* you would give cream unicorn very simple and untruthful responses such as “im fine!” or “it’s nothing, don’t worry!”

🦄•˖* your responses only made cream unicorn worry more and more. you were clearly nervous about something, and you weren’t telling them what.

🦋•˖* everything was going as planned until the event you dreaded most had eventually happened - a loud pop nearby.

🦄•˖* the closeness of it scared you even more, causing you to grasp onto whatever was close to you (which so happened to be cream unicorn).

🦋•˖* this alarmed cream unicorn, they had finally found out why you were so nervous. “(y/n), are you scared of balloons?” they spoke with a soft tone, trying to comfort you. you nod, glancing over to the area where the balloon popped.

🦄•˖* “tell me things like this sooner, please. i want to make sure you’re comfortable and happy in cookieland.” cream unicorn understood your fear and had the balloons replaced with streamers instead. with the balloons being gone, the both of you could decorate in peace.

~🔥 red velvet 🔥~

❤️•˖* the cookies of darkness had yet again claimed another victory.

🍰•˖* the squad was trying to think of ways to celebrate their glorious domination, but everyone hated each other’s ideas.

❤️•˖* “what about fireworks? everyone loves fireworks,” licorice spoke, tired of everyone’s indecisiveness.

🍰•˖* the mention of fireworks made your skin crawl. “fireworks?? can’t we do something more chill like— i don’t know, game night maybe?”

❤️•˖* “we did game night last week!” licorice groaned. the two of you started bickering about the event, just like before.

🍰•˖* “how about we vote?” “lame, but deal. all in favor of fireworks, raise your hands!” you felt like this was pointless, but if there was a chance for fireworks to be ruled out, then you were taking that chance.

❤️•˖* pretty much everyone raised their hand except you and red velvet. it was everyone against the two of you. so great, fireworks were chosen. you began to panic, but you felt something nudge you. “don’t like fireworks?”

🍰•˖* it was red velvet, “i have a quiet place that can block out the noises. minus the barking of the cake hounds, that is.” that must’ve been why he himself didn’t agree with the fireworks. his cake hounds feared them too.

❤️•˖* you felt a little better about the situation now. later on, red velvet had taken you (and his hoard of cake hounds) to a small bunker-like area. it was pretty comfy in there, and you couldn’t hear anything outside. the occasional bark of the cake hounds startled you, but it was better than fireworks.

🍰•˖* while everyone was popping fireworks outside somewhere, you and red velvet were comfortably just relaxing with a bunch of cake hounds and snacks.

[havoc-bloom]

I'm requesting again hi: Could you write headcanons for Eclair, Almond, and another cookie of your choice for a partner that has cold hands all the time?

Sure thing, friend! For my 3rd cookie I'll be doing Licorice, bc I love him :]

CRK HC's For A Partner With Cold Hands

Éclair Cookie

- He's honestly kinda terrified of your hands lol, they're so cold all the time!

- He will still hold them n' try to warm you up though

- Often calls you a "walking corpse" because your always so cold

- In the winter, he'll set up the fireplace so you can keep yourself warm, ESPECIALLY your hands

- "Sit by the fire love, your hands are cold as ever and this weather isn't helping!"

- I promise he means well :')

- Best way to mess with him is just- touch the back of his neck after sneaking up behind him. Works every time >:D

- "baAAGH-! Hey! Don't scare me like that! You know your hands are freezing! >:("

- Gloves are his savior

- Will force you to wear the warmest mittens he can find during the colder months, doesn't want you getting frostbitten after all :]

- Just tryna make your hands warm for once, not that he doesn't enjoy holding your hands when they're cold and just being around you in general which makes him super happy inside- nOT THAT IT MAtTERS OF COURSE... b u t.

Almond Cookie

- Legit does not care

- Honestly his hands are super cold too

- Cold Hand Buddies(TM)

- Eventually you gotta ask him; how does he not notice how cold your hands are? Everyone usually comments about it, why not him?

- "Eh, my hands are cold too, doll. I'd be more shocked if your hands were warm."

- You can't do the "touch-him-with-cold-hands-then-run" prank with him, he's immune

- "...What? Was that supposed to scare me?"

- However, if that trick does get you, prepare for him to mess with you whenever he gets the chance

- Cold days are spent following him while he tracks down his cases, heat packet in one hand and his hand in the other.

- Speaking of heat packets, you sometimes hold hands to share the warmth of a single heat packet.

- Then when someone's like "Aww, they're holding hands!" you let go and reveal ✨the heat packet you were sharing✨

- Together, you are the unstoppable force of cold hands :]

Licorice Cookie

- His hands are frigid, but the moment someone else has cold hands?

- HE FUCKIN RECOILS

- "H-How are your hands so cold? Are you alright? Do you need medical attention!?!!?"

- No, Licorice, they just have cold hands

- TEASE. THE FUCK. OUT OF HIM.

- The "cold-hands-neck-touch" trick works WONDERS on this lovely little necromancer

- He screams like a small child lol

- "aaAAAA-! [Y/N]! Do NOT scare me like that please!"

- Basically shoves a heat packet in your hands at any given moment, only to be met with one himself

- "Oh, I don't need a heat pack! My hands are perfectly fine!"

- DOES NOT KNOW HIS HANDS ARE COLD. YOU'LL HAVE TO TELL HIM HIS HANDS ARE COLD.

- ...Maybe after that he might sit next to the fireplace with you, curled up in a blanket, his hand in yours <3

~end~

This was so fun to write! Thx for requesting again, Anon! <3

[smittenroses]

Licorice Cookie with a Female! Siren! Reader?

Siren's Call || Licorice X Female! Siren! Reader

If Licorice wasn’t a man that had a habit of getting himself into situations that wouldn’t happen if he wasn’t so headstrong, then he might have been a much better wizard by now, but alas, he was the type of person that constantly gets himself into situations because he was headstrong and now he was lost in the middle of the forest with no food nor anything to drink unless he wanted to drink rainwater.

Maybe he should’ve allowed Bat-cat to accompany him on his expedition, that way he would’ve been able to have him fly up and see if he could find Dark Enchantress’ castle and lead him in the right way to find his way back home, but alas, he had told Bat-cat to stay in the castle to make sure that Poison Mushroom didn’t mess up his lab. Grumbling as he pulled his raggedy robe closer to his body to keep warmth, he began stomping in a random direction and hoped to whatever was watching over him that maybe, just maybe, he would be able to find his way back.

The grass felt wet underneath his feet, the unsettling squishing noises coming from underneath his bare feet making him shudder in disgust, feeling the mossy and mushy green grass moulding itself between his toes, most likely going to leave a green hue on the bottom of his feet that he would have trouble getting rid of once he finally got home. Maybe he really should get shoes, or use the ones that Pomegranate had given him.

Then he paused, listening carefully; today was a windy day and the trees didn’t hide that fact with the way that they rustled and swayed in the wind, but even above the noisy leaves, even above the whistling of the wind on the dreary and damp day, there was something that he could not put his finger on, a noise so distant and faint that he would’ve confused it for the wind if it wasn’t so… alluring. If he was looking at himself from a third-person perspective, he would’ve noticed his own eyes turn a slight pink hue, if he was a wizard that had been properly trained at the academy, he would’ve known that what he was hearing was a lover’s call, a very powerful enchantment spell used by sirens of the ye old, but he was neither of those.

Suddenly the grass didn’t feel as disgusting anymore, and suddenly he wasn’t cold anymore. His feet took two steps in the direction the wind carried the noise before he broke out into a run — if he was in his right mind at that very moment, he would’ve been astonished by the fact that he was able to run so fast, he would’ve been astonished by the way he was able to dodge things at such high speeds.

But he wasn’t exactly conscious. Sure, there was a tiny bit of him that knew that there was not something right, there was a tiny bit inside of his head that tried to fight, but as he came to the edge of the water, his body may be fast but his reflexes weren’t, and as he felt his toes come in contact with a rock before he fell forwards off the small cliff he arrived to, it was enough to knock him out of his trance as he yelled in pain, cruising the fact he wore no shoes for this occasion. Too bad he already was already in the water by the time he came to, water filling his lungs as he fumbled with his own body, struggling to try and keep his head above water.

The robes he wore were beginning to get soaked, beginning to become so heavy, beginning to drag him further under than what he wanted, he yelled, screamed that he couldn’t swim, spitting out water from his mouth every time he went under — he had already dropped his scythe during the fall, no doubt already down on the lake bed as he heard another splash nearby; the singing had stopped.

His legs quickly tired out, finding himself floating below the murky surface as his arms barely put up a fight anymore, though as he felt arms under his and the feeling of moving so fast it felt like he himself was cutting water, Licorice soon was able to gasp for breath as his head was forced above water, his back being thrown against a sand bed as a hand tapped his chest.

Was this an attempt at CPR?

“Pretty boy, come on, it's ok.”

“I’m not pretty- ACK!” Now wasn’t the time to choke on his own spit, but he forced himself back into a sitting position, thumping his chest with his hand as he attempted to dislodge the spit in his throat.

“You tried to drown me!”

“I did no such thing, usually when I sing I make sure nobody is around!” The feminine voice said, and as Licorice opened his eyes to look at his rescuer he blinked once, twice, thrice. He knew that was no mermaid, as mermaids usually didn’t have sharp teeth, nor did they have black fingertips, and as he shuffled himself away from the creature he watched it pout.

“Yes, yes, the alluring siren doesn’t look like the cousin, the mermaid.” The siren muttered, her tail swishing gently in the water behind her and causing small waves of the murky water, “We’re meant to hunt sea creatures, after all, mermaids are the ones that eat the landfolk.”

“Then why did you-”

“Apparently the same song that heals us is the same one that allures you to our location.” Now that Licorice thought of it… what was a siren doing here? Sirens usually stayed near rivers and the ocean, however as he looked around the murky lake he saw no signs of a river mouth, nor did he see waterfalls. “I walked here. Are you as dense as pretty?” The siren’s sharp fingernails tapped at his temple, causing for the necromancer to jump, his hood falling with a wet slap against the rest of his robes as he stared down the creature.

“Then why rescue me?”

“Because you look like you know the way to the Dark Enchantress’ castle!” Wait, this creature had an interest in Dark Enchantress too? Eyes widening, the man stood up on his two legs.

“Yes, yes, I know the way!” No, he didn’t, he didn’t even know where he was now in the first place but placing his hands on his hips, he tossed his head up, “In fact, I’m also her right-hand man.”

“Good then, in return for rescuing you I want you to lead me to her.”

Oh god, she had no clothes, this was going to be a long trip.

[crydenhub]

Hello again! I’m the one who made the Red Velvet request and aaa I’m sorry I forgot to specify! I’d like a headcanon list please! Thank you <3

It's totally alright anon ^o^

✦ RED VELVET X READER HCS

❥ notes: ooc red velvy i think? also i am writing this at 7am help me

You were someone that was stubborn and constantly spent your money for work equipment without thinking of your basic needs. (Wow espresso kinnie much?/j)

Velvet was always worried because of your behavior.

Whenever you tell him you forgot to buy food because you bought...well more work equipment he would scold you a bit.

He would usually take you in and treat you to some food

sometimes he tries to hide you from the other darkness cookies but fails 90% of the time.

> licorice: "what do you have there"

> red velvet, with y/n behind them: "a cakehound"

Often nags you to spend money on basic needs first.

Red Velvet is definitely very interested in your work! He just never admits it!

> Red Velvet: [insert 50 praises here]

> Y/n: "babe chill all i did was buy breakfast for myself"

I might've made the reader too much like Mona KJFKGKT but I rlly enjoyed writing this!!

[fluffyfranny]

Behind Those Walls

Summary: Following being selected by prince Choco to be next in line for the throne with him after Dark Cacao's reign, one fateful day tests the bond of the soon-to-be heirs

Implied spoilers for: Cookies of Darkness Pt. 5, Cookie Run Kingdom Ch. 13

TW for: mentions of implied violence, shouting, mental breakdown under the cut

Reader is gender neutral, so all are welcome to self-insert :3

This is hurt/comf, so it gets better towards the end, I promise <3

Cold.

Always... so cold.

That's how the atmosphere was almost year-round within the barracks of the Cacao Kingdom; the sky over the chocolate walls and the Licorice Sea barely seeing more than a few paper-thin strands of sunlight peek through at any given time, whether anybody was looking or not.

But you... you were anything but cold.

In fact, your heart kept you warm as you recalled where you were today following the events of the past year.

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*flashback*

You happened to be in town working around the time the overseer of this kingdom, Dark Cacao, took a rare stroll amongst the streets to mingle with the townsfolk. His son, prince Dark Choco, was rarely seen following the incident with his father in an attempt to maim him, but for some unknown reason, he had returned after so many months being banished and was seen by king Cacao's side on the day of his stroll.

Perhaps reconciliation was a possibility in the works...

Members of your segment of the kingdom, as well as those of the Coffee Tribe and Milk Village close by, were minding their own business and doing their daily routines one day when, out of the blue, a gong sounded nearby, which earned a multitude of startled yelps from the younger members of the villages along with a collective flinch from everybody else, including yourself.

After the ringing of the gong had dissipated from the air and everybody's ears, heads collectively turned towards the source of the conundrum, quiet murmurs now filling the air. Tiny, light gasps began to pierce the stark curiosity that filled the atmosphere around everybody as a few pointed fingers.

You yourself couldn't help but become overwhelmed by your own curiosity and turned your attention towards the source of the finger-pointing...

Only to let out just as sharp of a gasp under your breath...

For right in front of your very eyes, as well as everyone else's, was the king himself. Or what you could see of him, rather, as heavily armed Dark Cacao Warriors surrounded him and his son as they gazed into the crowd of onlookers.

Those who happened to make eye contact with Cacao or Choco were met immediately with a steel-cold squint, causing most bystanders to widen their eyes even further and wince, quickly turning away. However, those that held the gaze for long enough were rewarded with a brief nod from the king and prince before they proceeded onward.

However, you were different...

You turned back to your work, polishing off a marble bench when you heard the Warriors marching in your direction. You decided to take another quick glance and watch as the semi-circle strode past, and by chance, catching the prince's eye and holding your gaze.

Choco happened to look in your direction and took notice of your gaze, eye widening slightly and pausing where he stood within the cluster of Warriors long enough for one of them to walk right into him from behind. The soldier immediately backed up into his position, hissing out desperate apologies under his breath only for the prince to wave his hand in dismissal before he returned to his father's side, as if it were no big deal.

As you watched the battalion walk further down the path, cheeks bright now from more than just the biting cold, you saw Cacao turn to his son and mutter something to him, seemingly about what had just happened a few meters behind them. The prince snapped his head back in your direction, followed by the king's slow turning head to take a glance, as well, causing you to whip yourself back to your work, polishing a lantern right next to the bench you were previously busied with.

What you did not see was the pair's heads slowly turning back towards each other, catching a few stray words that were flung into the wind.

"-fitting citizen..."

"Do NOT ignore-"

"...make my own choice-"

Your ears were burning now, not denying that they were referring to you, but for what reason?

As you shook your head to clear these thoughts and continue with your maintenance, you heard the battalion's marching cease, followed by a collective salute to the king after a few words were exchanged between him and them before the soldiers dispersed from the king and prince to now mingle with the village-folk, the atmosphere de-stressing just slightly and returning to some form of normalcy.

You hummed to yourself as you worked, taking in the sounds of the various murmuring conversations amongst everyone present that filled the air, then felt a tap on your cloaked shoulder.

"Yes, how may I-"

Your breath was snatched out of your lungs as you turned around and stared at who had just gotten your attention.

The prince.

The very same man who had held gazes with you just mere moments ago.

"OH! Y-your Highness, what a pleasurable honor it is!" You immediately belted out courtesies as you took a step back and bowed lowly.

"No need..."

Your eyes didn't dare look up at Choco as he addressed you. "I- I beg your pardon, your Majest-"

"I'm not really one for pleasantries, it's fine..."

"Oh, well, then I do apolog-"

"No need for that either... up you go."

Upon hearing this, you took this as a sign to not hold your bowing position any further and straightened yourself up, dusting off the front of your cloak that dragged through the snow before directing your gaze back to Choco, arms held firmly behind your back. "How may I be of assistance, if any?"

"I admire you."

You had to hold back letting out a choked gasp, feigning instead to clear your throat before redirecting your attention.

"P-pardon?" You mentally cursed yourself at your stuttering.

"I think you'd be fit to rule with me when my father is done reigning here..."

You didn't dare bring up his banishment, wondering if that played a role in whether he'd still be considered to reign after Cacao, as you struggled to process what to say next, settling on:

"Well, it is an immense honor for you to consider me as such!"

"Care to accompany me?"

You watched as he held out a clothed arm in offering, face set in stone but sole red eye gleaming with what looked like hope.

After a few still seconds of debate, wondering why the prince considered YOU of all people of the kingdom, you looked up at him and nodded, your hand instinctively coming forward and slipping through the crook of his arm, Choco taking this as a sign that you accepted his offer and to begin walking, which he did.

"Where are we going, prince?"

"On a walk. Just that." He wasn't one for extended conversation, it seemed. "Is that alright-"

"YES!" You exuded a tad too loudly, for Choco's face scrunched up in a startled manner as he briefly stopped in his tracks. "Oh, I- I apologize for that. That was rude of me..."

"You're alright, I- I know you mean no harm..."

"Of course not!" You assured as you kept walking, arms linked whilst you gathered stares of awe from the village-folk you passed by, whispers of this odd nature of the ever-so stiff prince filling the air. "Did...did others trouble you like that?"

You only earned a nod from Choco as the pair of you reached a crowd of soldiers who, upon noticing the prince and his company, immediately halted conversation and took up dutiful stances, shields brought up to their chests and eyes staring straight ahead as they waited to hear what their commander ordered of them.

"Escort this one to a set of private quarters back home, and tell Father that..." He paused to ponder over this next statement.

"...that we will be having company for some time."

The soldiers nodded without hesitation and stepped forward to form a sort of protective circle around you, then turning in the direction of the Dark Cacao Castle. They collectively banged their shields against the ground and gave one quick salute to their prince, who only nodded back, and proceeded to march forward, you in tow.

"This way, honored one..." one of the soldiers announced in your direction.

'Honored one?' You processed these words a few times over. Why were they referring to you like that? Was it because...

"Our noble prince seems to have found interest in a citizen within our own walls..." Another soldier chimed in.

"Interest?" You thought aloud. "What kind of-"

"It was about time that prince Choco found a suitable heir to rule alongside him," yet another soldier added on. "And very fitting you are, indeed, for you are from the very walls of our kingdom and not from the surrounding villages and tribes."

"Does..." You were very much taken aback at this sudden realization, that the long-forgotten prince of this heavily-burdened kingdom has suddenly decided to find love?

And of all people, with you?

"Does that make me...a legitimate heir, then?" You questioned. "Because I am not from the outside, and-"

"Because king Cacao has not decided to bear any more children," a soldier interrupted. "Due to no more of his bloodline existing, the family stated that anyone who catches the eye of the prince, preferably anyone who already resides within the walls of the Black Citadel, should be fit as such to rule alongside him when the time comes."

"And it appears as such, that the time has come at this very moment," another piped up.

"You, dear one," the leader of the squadron intervened, splitting off from the front of the group and turning to face you as the miniature battalion ceased their movements, "are the soon-to-be heir to the throne of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, alongside our redeemable prince Dark Choco."

Now that was certainly something you weren't expecting to hear about yourself. You, an heir? You were a mere citizen within the Citadel's walls, delivering meals to the surrounding villages' children and making sure the buildings and environment were kept tidy and pristine if another kingdom were to come and visit.

But now, you were one step closer to being royalty.

Your mind was still spinning, both from confusion and euphoria, when the squadron leader extended a hand in your direction at the base of a dark staircase that led up to the entrance of the Castle.

"Come now, and let us show you to your new home."

*end of flashback*

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After you had taken the commander's hand and been led up the stairs, you knew that you were no ordinary citizen anymore.

You remembered being whisked away as soon as a group of maids had been addressed by the soldier that you were the prince's love interest, and your leather and cloth robes, which weren't that ragged, as you lived a modest life within the Citadel, were nevertheless traded out for ones made of purple and white silk, the collar extended up in a black mass of faux fur. A black cloak of similar materials was worn over the outfit to bar out the constant chill in the air, both inside and out. Cloth slippers with insides made with the wool of Cream Cotton Sheep assured comfortable walking, indoors or out.

A look fit for future royalty.

Despite you not ruling currently, those within the Castle treated you as such. Most specifically, Caramel Arrow, who had been appointed as your personal bodyguard. She accompanied you upon request, whether it was to gather Cotton Candy Wool for your hobby of knitting or to purchase a Fluffy Omurice for a quick meal. You always ended up paying for both your meals when you went into town, despite Arrow's protests and offerings to do it herself. You thought it proper of yourself to return the favor after all that she's done for you.

Evenings at the Castle were expected to be somber, due to the aesthetic of the place and people, but they were anything but that. There were often exquisite balls, during which the prince and you were often the spotlight amidst all the dancing. Dinners were surprisingly vast and exciting, and it was at one of these feasts during your first night as Choco's partner that you met his father, for you were seated at the front with the king and Choco.

It took a good deal of explaining from the prince that you had no plans to sabotage his rule, unlike that snake of a Cookie known as Affogato. The first time you locked eyes and spoke with Cacao, it was a tad unnerving due to his stare as cold as the winds outside and his constant frown, but he eventually warmed up to you being by his son's side and even acknowledged you during conversations, as well as making remarks on jokes you told that had guests laughing till their bellies ached.

You truly did bring light to this dark, reclusive kingdom.

And all that recollection brought even more warmth to your heart and a smile to your face as you resumed your stroll, having taken a seat on a dark chocolate bench to ponder how you ended up here in the first place.

You took in a deep breath and savored the cold air for once, revigorating your senses as you caught a brief whiff of marshmallow-scented incense near the Altar of the Fallen. You turned your gaze towards the chocolate-brick landmark and lowered your head in recognition, sending well wishes to those that fought and had in the past before resuming your walk.

Choco was off who knows where, and you had roamed the Castle for a while that afternoon, seeking him out to see if he'd like to accompany you on your stroll, but to no avail. You had asked a few of the soldiers and even Caramel Arrow if they knew where the prince was, but all turned up empty-handed, much to your chagrin.

You hoped he was okay...

As you made your way around a bend to make your way back towards the Castle, you suddenly heard-

"YOUR MAJESTY!"

Caramel Arrow... what was she doing?

You whipped your head to the side to see the archer dashing to where you stood, a look of horror written upon her face and breaths heavy and rapid as she came to a screeching halt in front of you.

"Arrow, what's going on?" You yourself had a moment of panic as a hand came up to grip the clasp of your cloak. "Are you alright?"

Her words came out rushed and fearful. "My liege, you must return to your quarters immediately. It is not safe out here!"

Your head tilted to the side out of confusion. "Whatever do you mean by that? There aren't any Dire Creamwolves around, are there?"

"My liege...it's the prince."

Your heart stopped for a moment as a bead of sweat trickled down your temple before freezing and falling off your chin. "What? Where is he? Is he-"

"He is currently on the roof of the Castle!" Arrow was on the verge of shrieking, her body shaking from the presumed rush of adrenaline. "And it seems like he is in some sort of confrontation with somebody!"

"WHAT?" You screeched, suddenly fearing for your partner's safety. "With whom?"

"We do not yet know, my liege," Arrow rasped, the cold air getting to her lungs. "It could be anybody, but we know that soldiers are on their way up there now to settle the confrontation and bring the prince to safety. If the fighting gets any worse and spreads down onto the main grounds, unnecessary jam could be spilled! That is why I am here to guide you back inside and point you to safety!"

Your heart had resumed its panicked beating, your own lungs feeling like they were suddenly shriveling to the size of raisins, not just from the cold, but from the fear that your partner was in grave danger of crumbling.

"Very well. Take me back, but promise me that you'll have him or news of his condition delivered to me at once."

Arrow nodded profusely before grabbing your arm and running with you in tow back to the Castle.

"Understood, my liege! Now go!"

As soon as the pair of you reached the grand staircase, she shoved you in the direction of the doors and took a defensive position at the base of the steps, bow already drawing back and her gaze on the lookout for any more danger. You nearly tripped and stumbled right back down them upon being pushed, but you took a quick glance back at Arrow as you pried the doors open and slammed them shut, with her aiming her weapon being the last thing you saw before they fully closed.

"Dear Witches, please let her be okay out there..."

Ignoring the concerned calls of the soldiers and servants that were going about their business as you dashed past them, you rounded the many chocolate-marble bends that made up the hallways of the quarters before finding you and Choco's shared chamber and yanking the door open. You slammed it shut and braced your back against it as you tried to control your now labored breathing, a hand to your heart.

"And Choco too, oh dear Witches please spare him from any more trouble too..."

Your mind was racing still as you regained control over your panic and slowed your breathing down, taking them in deep as to try and calm your heartbeat. You took a seat on your shared bed and slid off your shoes, propping yourself against the mass of Cotton Cream Wool pillows as you shut your eyes and focused instead on the sounds of outside.

In your moment of supposed reprieve, you took in the sounds of what seemed to be feet stomping above you and swords clanging, muffled shouts and curses making their way through the thick ceiling of your quarters.

This was when your panic resurfaced, and your eyes shot open again, attempting to focus your hearing on the voices that were doing the shouting and put names to voices.

You could have sworn that one of them was your partner, and that was confirmed as you heard a deep, bellowing cry that implied that your beloved was either in pain...

Or about to cause it...

The war cry was followed by a much deeper scream that seemed to fade off into the distance, along with a crunchy *thud*.

Was that the king?

In any case, you knew that whoever was up there, as well as whoever may have fallen, wasn't going to make it out unscathed.

You decided that that was enough sensory overload for the time being as you flopped onto your side and pulled a blanket over yourself, trying to blot out the distressing occurrences outside as you drifted off.

"Just come back alive and I'll be grateful..."

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After what seemed like an eternity, you woke up to the sound of rapid, aggressive knocking at your door. You shot up from the bed and chucked the pillow to the side, bolting to the door and looking out the peephole.

Choco.

Oh thank the Witches, he was alive.

His hair was disheveled and he appeared out of breath but not in deep pain, thankfully. So you opened the door to let him in.

"My prince, thank the Witches that you're-"

Your greeting was cut off by Choco walking swiftly passed you and to the bed, sitting at the foot of it and taking off his boots and shoulder pads, leaning his sword against the side wall as he did so. Once he was done shedding his gear, his shoulders sagged as he put his hands on his cheeks and stared at the floor, letting out a deep sigh.

Your uneasiness began to bubble up again seeing him in such a sour mood. You carefully tried to close the door as quietly as possible so as not to trigger him if he was on edge to the point of lashing out over any loud noise. Afterwards, you quietly shuffled towards him and spoke out in the softest tone you could muster.

"Love, is everything alright?" You borderline whispered. "You've had me worried-"

"Why?"

"Hmm? Why what?"

"Why do you use that word around me?"

"What word? 'Worried'?"

"NO, not that!" Choco shouted and suddenly stood up from the bed, turning to face you with a very angry crimson eye.

"Wha- love, what's go-"

"THAT!" Choco yelled once again, earning a slight wince from you. "Why do you use that word around me?"

"What, 'love'?" You tried to keep your voice from wavering. "It's just because I-"

"NO, do NOT say it again!" Choco was shaking now, but from sheer, unbridled rage that was building up. He had strode across the room until you and him were almost touching. "How could you love me after what I've done? How could you love this...this monster?"

"What?" You wondered why he was having such a fit after things have been going somewhat smoother between him and his father since...

Oh... oh...

"Is this about your fath-"

"STOP IT."

This was the loudest Choco had shrieked. He pulled back a hand to run through his hair and yanked it out to swing back at his side. However, from your angle, it looked like he was about to strike you across the face, and so you flinched back, so much so that you slipped on the floor and fell down with a yelp.

You sat on the floor, looking down in stilled silence, your petrified breaths coming out like whispers so as not to seem like you're overreacting. Choco was doing the same, breaths coming out in heavy rasps as he stared as the wall beside him for a few, tense moments.

After calming down somewhat, Choco looked for you, only to notice that you were on the floor, not daring to look at him. He then realized what he had done and said moments earlier and felt how clenched his left fist was.

Did...

Did he hit you?

Oh Witches, did he strike his beloved?

His functional eye widened out of shock and worry, his breaths becoming even more rapid and panicked as he quietly shuffled towards where you were slouched on the ground.

"Hey...I-"

He crouched down onto his knees and traveled the remaining distance towards you on them, his hands reaching out to you but retracting them just as fast, realizing your condition.

"I...I didn't mean to frighten you-"

His voice became audibly choked up as tears threatened to spill from both his healthy eye and the scarred slit of the other. After noticing this, you harnessed the bravery to look up at him, only for your heart to shrivel at the sight of your prince.

Your prince, so headstrong and stone-faced, on the verge of a crying fit...

"I...know," you whispered, trying to speak on his level so as to not sound scared or aggravated.

Sensing that you weren't going to flinch away this time, he took this opportunity to carefully reach out and cup your face, letting his thumbs make tiny little circles on your cheeks. Your hands came up and held his hands in place there, giving the backs of them little pats.

"I know you wouldn't mean it towards me," you reassured him.

"Are you...afraid of me?"

Those sudden words threatened to rip your heart to shreds as you stared at him, on the verge of crying yourself upon seeing the lone tear that trickled from his scarred eye, his open eye threatening to let loose some more.

"No, no, no! Why would I be?" You wondered why he had the sudden change of heart.

"Why do you love me?"

"Because..." you paused and chose your next words carefully as you slid your hands from his and placed them gently on his shoulders. "Because you have more worth than you or your own father thinks. More than the whole damn kingdom thinks. Because behind those walls of stone-cold exterior, there lies a heart that's anything but; a heart that beats with as much warmth as the Dragon's Valley. It'll just take time to break through for everybody else to see, but all that matters is that it's there, and that's what I love about you."

"Even after all I've done, you still appreciate me?" His tears were rolling down his cheeks in rivers now, his voice threatening to crack to the fullest extent.

"Yes," you said with confidence while staying soft in tone. "And we'll get through whatever happens next...together."

That did it. That was what broke the last thread holding him together from losing it completely, and he sagged into your embrace, slumping down and laying his head in your lap as he let deep sobs escape from his throat. You pulled him a little closer and gave his head little scratches, smoothing out the strands of messy hair that stuck up. All the while, you were silently letting your own tears run down your face and drip off your chin at the sight of your partner in such distress.

"You, prince, are the sweetest. And the sweet overpowers the bitter."

[alittlemoth]

Heyo!! I was wondering if you could do some licorice x reader headcannons where the reader is an older sibling figure to strawberry crepe cookie? Have a nice day/night too!! ^^

Sure thing!

Okay so first thing first he canonically doesn't really like kids but he likes you so he'll tolerate the robot child.

Strawberry crepe probably isn't a huge fan of him either at first. There both fighting for your affection and time

Licorice cookie is a clingy motherfker (affectionate) and strawberry crepe at first feels like the racoon as you call him (context is in one of my previous headcannons, as well as a story I wrote for him) is trying to take you away from them.

They bicker, a lot it depends on the day but usually crepe starts it.

"you contain 3 percent (insert negative thing here)"

Normally it's not even true they're just saying it to get under his skin and then a screaming matching suits and it's up to you who you believe.

But after probably way too long they start to come to an understanding they both care about you and they're bickering is wearing on you so eventually they cut it out

strawberry crepe is not a very affectionate person especially not physically so they're perfectly fine with licorice cookie being attached to your hip want to constant cuddles even starts to think it's cute after a while seeing how happy he makes you

Licorice cookie meanwhile sees how much this kid means to you and starts to actually take interest in their hobby? ability? family? He starts to take interest in the waffle bots and starts to ask questions with strawberry crepe being ecstatic that someone's taking interest in their family.

Eventually they start getting along licorice starts teaching them how to sew while strawberry crepe starts teaching him the basics about technology, for example how not to get electrocuted.

Eventually you see them slumped over a sewing project strawberry crepe's first shirt (they added LEDs to make it glow)

You put a blanket over them.

[reesir]

Hello! I am Reesir but if you would like to call me something else i prefer Crystal or Resee! I go by she/her and I do not mind any re-post! I do not mind if you vent to me either! I am really good at comforting people and helping! Sometimes I find it weird that I cant comfort myself at sometimes- but if you have any question's feel free to dm me! Btw t͟h͟e͟ ͟w͟o͟r͟l͟d͟s͟ ͟N͟o͟.͟1͟ ͟l͟i͟c͟o͟f͟a͟i͟t͟ H͙A͙T͙E͙R͙, I ABSOLUTELY H͙A͙T͙E͙ IT. IT MAKES NO SENSE!! Again sorry if you do like it, I just find it- ew-

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ requesting {insert cookie} x reader

For asking me about any cookie x reader i will be doing head canons and one shots for the dark cookies(any dark cookie like licorice, dark choco, poison mushroom and red velvet!) you may ask for it here is some stuff i will not allow!

R@pe @buse smu+ and anything S-xual that stuff is kinda weird (；一_一)

But! Here is some stuff i will allow!

fluff, yandere, angest basically anything that does not have to do with s-x ^w^! and sorry but i do not do pomegranate x reader!

You can make your own plot btw but i will try my best to make the cookie act like them-self!

┬──┬ ノ( ゜-゜ノ) anything else you would like to know Some of my sm! Discord: .♡ 🩸 ⛏ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐞 💝 💘 ♡.#2842 Alt acc Cookie_simp#1568 Tiktok: Reesir.666 Instagram: Reesir Roblox: Crystal_l0I btw the second 'I' is a uppercase 'i' Youtube: 'Crystal OoO' is my old acc(I still cringe over it-) my new one is 'Reesir' Pronounce page! https://en.pronouns.page/@Resee.666

I am a minor, I am also Biromantic & Asexual!(you can already tell tho-)I do rp's in Discord or dm's both is alright, I can try doing drawing request's but they'll have to be cookie run drawing request. And that is it! Thank you for reading!! i do hope you have a wonder day/night! please stay safe! Also please do be kind!

[reeedvelvet]

Insert just splats onto the ground* hello red velvet cookie simp again :D

Uh just asking but headcanons for licorice cookie x a reader that’s red velvet’s sister?

I don’t mind if your requests are closed.

Requests are closed.

When I finish with other requests I have, I will open requests.

[strawberryinserts]

A Different Type of Curse

Summary: Licorice knew a curse when he saw one, or rather, felt one. The way just thinking about you for a mere second clouded all his thoughts for the entire day?

Surely you must be up to something.

These feelings, these plagued thoughts, all because of one person,

It's a curse.

It has to be, right?

...right?

Pairing: Licorcie Cookie x Reader

Warnings: None needed, there's very brief death talk but it's Licorice overreacting

Notes: Licorcie really isn't good with romantic feelings, which is why he's convinced he's been cursed. Reader is gender neutral!

Sequel fic is now out: A Different Type of Cure

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How dare you?

No, really, how dare you curse him, curse Licorice?!

You may act like you did no such thing but Licorice was no fool, he could tell when he's been cursed (not because of his own cursed backfiring on him, he just had lots of enemies!)

He knew it was a curse by the way all his thoughts would be plagued by you for an entire day if he saw you, if someone mentioned you, even if all he did was think about you for a mere second.

By the way he felt dizzy and hot, like he had been sick for days, if all that happened was your hands brushed against each other, if you caught him staring at you and you- the devilish thing you were, smiled at him?

His cheeks would be dusted crimson, face slick with sweat, if you dared to talk to him, whether it be a short greeting or god forbid an attempt at a conversation with him. Thankfully he'd scare you off when you tried that, yell about how he'd get you back, how he'd make sure you knew no peace when he figured out a curse horrid enough for someone like you.

Though it would just make your curse on him even worse, you'd just laugh off his threats and feign innocence at his accusations about you cursing him, you would always let out a terrible sound, one that sent shivers down his spine, others may think of it as a mere laugh, a simple giggle, but the way it made him feel?

Surely it was the act of a devil.

He hates to think about the time you dared to put a hand on his forehead, you said you were worried about him, you thought maybe he was acting like this due to a fever,

Your touch on his forehead made him feel sick.

Yes, that was it, he felt sick, he didn't wish to think about this memory nearly every day, he didn't want to acknowledge the way his heart skipped a beat the moment you stepped closer toward him, the way he seemed to long for your touch, wanting to nuzzle into your hand, wanting to hold your hand, wanting to hug you, kiss you-

He shook his head to try and ignore those horrid, troublesome thoughts, he had to pay attention to his current project, he didn't have time to think about you of all people, he didn't have time to think about how kind you were to him the moment you two met, how you tried to get closer to him, he didnt have time to imagine how your lips would feel on his.

He felt his chest beat faster, he had to figure out what kind of curse you had put on him, he wouldn't be able to get any work done today if all he did was stand around and think about you, even if that unfortunately had been what was going on the past few months. He's honestly surprised your curse doesn't seem to be deadly, at least yet.

Perhaps it's meant to ease him into a false sense of security, if he stops thinking about you he'll be fine, but then at any random time the deadly parts of the curse could take effect, surely you'd laugh at him, laugh at how he never managed to rid himself of your curse, and in his dying breaths he'd barely have the strength to get you back.

That was your plan, it had to be!

You were trying to kill him! A horrifically slow way, who knows how long it'll take? A few more weeks? Months? Years?

It sickened him how all he could think of was if he'd get to see you before he'd die, if you'd hold him, if you'd still fake the kindness you've been giving him, how he hoped for it.

Yes, it positively disgusted him how he felt how hot his face was when he brought a hand up to check himself, maybe it was some kind of fire curse, were you trying to get him to combust into flames at the thought of you?

You were truly horrid. He hated you, absolutely hated you.

It didn't matter to him how he felt a pang of guilt at just the thought of saying he hated you, it didn't matter. It was just your cruel curse, it was nothing else.

He swears one of these days he's going to go straight up to you and demand you stop your curse, even if he doesn't have something planned for you, he'll make you tell him what you've done to him.

He swears it.

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You honestly didn't know what to do, you tried to make friends with the man, you talked to him whenever you saw him, laughed at his jokes, your favorite was whenever he says he's going to make a special curse, just for you.

It makes your heart skip a beat, even if he's just joking.

You offer him help, you carry things for him when it seems he got too much, he always gets flustered at that.

It's adorable.

You thought he was sick with a fever, you felt his forehead with your hand, you were going to kiss it to check (something you picked up from your mother as a child.) but he pulled away and accused you of cursing him! You may have known a few things about magic but certainly not enough to curse someone!

And even if he didn't believe you when you tried to tell him, you'd especially never curse someone you had a crush on.

Though you don't think you'd be telling Licorice that last part anytime soon..

You sighed, maybe he just doesn't like you? The thought made your chest hurt, you truly hoped that wasn't the case.

You tell yourself that maybe he's just shy, not used to someone trying to be close to him, but you don't think he's that obvious to a person with a crush, even if you'd like to think you keep it a secret, your friends had teased you about it the moment you two met.

Did his friends do the same? The thought scares you, was he creeped out by you..?

You'd bring it up to him one of these days, you swear it.

[nameless-shrimp]

The fic is a self-aware cookie run: kingdom AU I came up with because 1) one of the game's characters (his name is Licorice) had a nice but sad backstory and it caught my attention and 3) I kept seeing similar self-aware CRK AUs popping up on Tumblr, so I decided that I'm gonna try to bring the cookie run kingdom fandom something different to read :>

It's a self-ship and a reader insert combined into an abomination a single fic :D I'm still figuring out how to write it but in the meantime I'm gonna take your advice and try to focus on my education first because my national exams are coming up very soon next year TvT

whoa! that's an interesting au, i never played the game but i have seen people play it and talk about it. how interesting. to tell you the truth, i have no idea about it — so the cookies have backstories? i guess it makes sense considering people are actually drawing anime fanart of them haha, but that's actually intriguing. 🤔

really? 😮 i wonder how you're gonna play that out, and i am very much interested ghost. hehe, you're always an enjoyment to talk to. but focus on your exams, i wish you the best of luck with them and sending all of my support from where i am 🤍 hang in there!