#golden cheese x gn reader

[fanged-fanfics]

You wrote a pure vanilla, hollyberry, dark Cacao and white Lily dating scenario... BUT WHERE IS MY QUEEN ??? I need golden cheese cookie x reader scenario please !!

☆ Dearest Treasure — Golden Cheese x Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Your relationship is well known across the kingdom, gaining the enthusiastic support of all members. Golden Cheese likes to make sure everyone knows who you're with

ᯓᡣ𐭩 She encourages you to be self-indulgent. You want a banquet? You got it. New outfit? She's got five she thinks will fit you wonderfully. She wants you to feel proud when spoiling yourself

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Even if you're hesitant to pamper yourself, Golden Cheese absolutely does it for you. You're her best treasure, she'll give you all the gifts and attention you desire. Everyone else is an afterthought when you're around

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Her absolute favorite way to spend time together is to have you sit on her lap while she's on her throne. It shows you off as not only hers, but as a key shining light among her glittering kingdom

ᯓᡣ𐭩 She loves wrapping you up in her wings. Sometimes it's to surprise you, other times as gesture of protection, or even just to cradle you close. She always gives you a little kiss on the head to accompany it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Anyone who dares to show disrespect to you is going to be shamed immediately. Oh they're trying to talk about her treasure? Her beloved partner? The warmth to her souljam? She'll very openly cut them down to size

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "I did say all the world's treasures belong to me," she once said, placing a kiss to your temple as you sat with her "And I think I've found the rarest of them all"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Admittedly very protective of you, bordering on posessive. She closely watches whoever interacts with you, and gets antsy if you've been out for too long. It never reaches a bad point, but you do have to communicate with her about it a few times

[paperdice]

Hi can I’m have a platonic request of the ancients cookies x child reader who posses the soul jam it called the light of innocence reader it a huge cheerful adorable ball of sunshine that see the all positive in earthbread reader cuteness it so much not even the monsters have courage to attack them istead they protect reader from the cookies of darkness and dark enchantress cookie too they smile bright anyone day anytime at all headcanons please

𝐀𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐦 (𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬)

"The impact this child has on everyone needs to seriously be studied.."

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• There was only five soul jams, the five that did more than enough to protect earthbread and the cookies that lived within it. Yet, the secret of another lying around in an unknown cookies possession was exposed.

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Pure vanilla was one of the few who was anxious at the thought of a cookie that they didn't know was holding a soul jam. The possibility of it being used for evil was the biggest worry, though the name "Light of Innocence" sounds heroic. If placed in the wrong hands, it could lead to terrifying dangers.

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Though that was the past, now pure vanilla is babysitting the soul jams holder. The Light of Innocence landed on the brightest child there is, pure vanilla was the first to be smittened by the ball of sunshine. You radiated this positivity around yourself that affected everyone near by, or at least that's what it felt like.

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• The fact that nothing is willing to hurt you is very shocking. He gets it of course but even animals and cookies of darkness such as dark enchantress cookie herself wouldn't dare to touch you with any negative attachments in mind. His reaction to seeing you, a small wee child, hugging and petting a huge beast like it was a house pet for the first time. He almost had a heart attack

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Pure vanilla would open his eyes often when around you due to knowing that you like his heterochromia eyes. He loves seeing you giggle at his pretty eyes, he doesn't understand why you laugh but as long as you're happy he doesn't mind. You're such a ray of hope in pure vanillas perspective, always looking in the good in times of fear and danger.

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Loves to take you to his garden, he swears that every time you walk past the flowers, they begin to rise and glow at your presence. At times it looks like the flowers are trying to reach you with the way they lean towards the direction you're in. When you're in the garden the plants look their best, the most alive they've ever looked.

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• As if pure vanilla didn't shine his own light, when the two of you are together its like a second sun on earth. It's even joked by other cookies that nobody can look directly at you both because it's too bright! Cookies know if the duo are making their way towards them because the infamous glow gradually gets larger. It's so cute!

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• He protects you with everything hes got, though pure vanilla is a healer and never fights, he still will use every bit of his dough to shield you from any risks. Which means check ups are fairly common, of course he knows you're okay every time since nothing ever wants to hurt you. But it's better to be safe than sorry!

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Walks with pure vanilla are common too, he likes to do a quick stroll in the kingdom with you to lighten the air. The flowers stand at your attendance, the grass's green pops, clouds that hid the sun backs off and the wind refreshes all in a hitch. Pure vanillas walks are always made the better when having you by his side. You can also save the trouble of everyone dealing with your morning hyper by having the walk cooling you off.

⋆｡˚♡•ᴗ• Pure vanilla cookie takes great care of you, he protects you, looks out for you plus spoils you in every way he can whilst teaching you important life lessons and morals. This grandpa's heart is big enough to fit you in it, but sometimes it feels as if you took up too much space with how worrisome he can be when he knows nothing happens. He's your main babysitter for a reason! He loves you!

⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˙˖° Brace yourself for a hug cause it's coming in hot! Hollyberry cookie is very affectionate towards you, how could she not?? Just look at your cute lil face! The holder of the unseen soul jam was like family in holleyberrys eyes. Unlike pure vanilla cookie who was more in the role of your babysitter, she was like a mother figure to you. As she was to all cookies

⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˙˖° Mother hollyberry cookie here laughed her head off when she saw a small lamb being a soul jam holder! Oh how the worries of it being in the wrong hands was nothing but a joke now, a frail fresh cookie was protecting the gem with their newly baked life. Hollyberry cookie applauses your bravery,, you've been under her protection ever since.

⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˙˖° She likes to tell you her stories with extra exaggeration to see your reactions, she'll even give you sweets and a warm drink to go along with these tales. Of course she's a busy cookie herself so she can't always spend every moment with you, but that's why she always has to treat it with specialty being with you.

⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˙˖° She tells wildberry cookie to keep an eye on you whenever he gets the chance, he too is as much as your guard as he is hollyberry cookies. He's an observer for your soul jam, making sure it's always in your possession in case you get too distracted with fun. Hollyberry cookie can't help but smile at the sight of "big scary wildberry" towering over the happy go lucky child for safety measures.

⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˙˖° She thinks your wonderful for anyone to be around! You can be a shield yourself you know, with how loving everyone automatically gets when it comes to you, nothing can get passed you. Oh how she loves to pick you up and show your glimmer self to her kingdom, making any stops you wish to make then meeting all kinds of faces.

⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˙˖° Hollyberry cookie likes to hand you popular children's drinks from her kingdom, if you like a specific type expect her to toss mountains of it on you to drink no not literally ouch. The same goes for sweet delights, she'll suggest her personal favorites when she was your age!

⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˙˖° This queen can read you like a book! You think she's not paying attention when you're off picking some berries when she's conversating with another cookie, till one day she hands you a basket filled with berries. Remarking when she saw you trying to gather berries but due to your size you couldn't get many. Next time just ask her for some berries!

⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˙˖° Being with hollyberry cookie is basically you doing whatever you want, she's so laid back and free spirited if anything she'd support your ideas and actions. However that doesn't stop how she can get protective of you. Yes she knows even the wildest of beast will roll over for your touch, but she will hold you back if you start feeling obliviously bold.

⋆˚ ౨ৎ ˙˖° She shields you from many things, always making sure you don't have your mind cluttered up with any negativity. Her words of encouragement are always smoothing, you don't understand it now due to age but soon you'll realize why she always wanted you to just be yourself.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢ His face never showed how truly worried he was to knowing there was a secret soul jam, as well as how shocked he was to know who you were. You were in the very last of his expectations, dark cacao sighed away whatever thoughts he had before meeting you and introduced himself along with his friends.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢ Seeing such an optimistic holder that felt nothing but positivity and was so free of doubt, to be fair yes you are a child but even children are aware of the evil creeping up on earthbread. He's not complaining, not anymore no.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢ Before all the ancient cookies decided to protect you, dark cacao had a heartwarming moment with you. Or that's what his heart felt like, he was watching you pick at the buttercup flowers since nobody was around to do it instead. Making sure your safe from any soul jam robbers.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢ You called over to him and asked a question that made him show no reaction but he had little interest, "you know if you put a buttercup under your chin it'll glow? But,, it only works on some cookies!" No he didn't know, so when he saw you call him down to your level he followed. He knelt down and you hovered the flower under his chin, it didn't work, the small cookie laughed then showed him how it works on them not in a teasing way

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢ While you were speaking he noticed how his soul jam started glowing, the purple illuminating in a way he's only seen once before. You noticed it too, so you went closer with curiosity til you noticed how bright it got when you did. Dark cacao cookie looked vaguely surprised, however when he saw you getting all giggly he finally noticed that you had this radiation of positivity, a glow. No wonder the soul jam beamed at your presence, he couldn't help but smile.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢ Pure vanilla the babysitter, hollyberry the mother figure and now dark cacao the personal guard. He clearly has a soft spot for you, when the ancient cookies were thinking of protecting you instead, the others could tell you were already working on dark cacao. He was all agree than disagree which was not the way he was before.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢ You seem to have grown an interest in what dark cacao thinks of things before you act upon it. You know how kids get when they look up to you and wanna see if you like something they like as a form of confirmation? Same with the new holder and dark cacao cookie, of course he knows this. He could be peacefully walking behind you then you point out how pretty the sky is later turning to him and ask what he thinks.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢ He'll either agree with you or just quietly say whatever he thinks, he knows you care about what he thinks, even so, dark cacao is a humble man. He feels a bit idolized that you look up to him and in a way he sometimes cares about what you think too. He doesn't wanna scare you off or seem crude, he lays off his stoic face a bit and tries to be careful with his words to not sound harsh.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢ If you take interest in his hair, wishing to play with it, he probably won't know what to do. Will he allow it? Just for a bit, if it gets too much he'll softly end hair play. If you take interest in his kingdoms snacks/foods he'll give you a warning to its bitterness or lack of taste before you choose to take a bite.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢ He truly does care about you, you just need to be a bit patient with the old man, he's not good with showing emotions. He's a kind man at heart, we all know it, towards you he'll especially try his best to be more forward as well as safeguard you. Whether beasts protect you or not he's on standby for anything that comes your way.

ִ ࣪𖤐 What could one of the things be missing.. Hmm.. Oh duh, the rich aunt! When she saw you she laughed alongside hollyberry cookie, the kinda laugh, if done to a child, couldn't tell if they were being made fun of or they really were just joking around. Rest assured you found out very quickly that's just how her radiance is.

ִ ࣪𖤐 When your tiny eyes followed up and down her appearance, you paid extra attention to her wings. Your eyes are in awe at its beauty that you hadn't realized you just grabbed it with no announcement! She turned a bit offended but mostly shocked with how brash you were. But when she saw you smiling in admiration, she knew, she was going to love you.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Have all the cheese your little heart desires, she'll give you finest she has in store. The face you made when you took your first bite fills golden cheese cookie with pride and joy, well of course she knows it good I mean cmon now, what really sold her was your eagerness for wanting more. You were so stuffy by the end, pure vanilla had to remind her that sometimes too much care can be, well,, too much..

ִ ࣪𖤐 Fancy her gold? If you stare too long wanting a closer look at the gleaming golds and treasures she holds, she'll let you take a closer look. Like the shining necklace in that shop? Well lets go in she'll let you observe and take in all the bling! Though she will keep an eye out if she spots any fakes around, your eyes deserve the finest, realest jewels there is! Greed is a good thing in her kingdom after all.

ִ ࣪𖤐 A secret that the both of you share, is one nobody can find out, not like she cares, she just doesn't wanna deal with defending herself in future disagreements. The secret being golden cheese cookie flights! It started off small for awhile, tosses in the air slowly getting higher and higher. Slowly beginning to fly off land a bit further, till of course cookies told her not to for safety reasons, that broke your little heart.

ִ ࣪𖤐 But why would it be a secret if you guys stopped? Because you didn't, sure you were sad for like a second till you found good within it like always and yet she remembered how much you laughed. It's not like shes not careful no, your treasure to her, that's why she trusts both herself and you to keep flying, just keep it under wraps yeah?

ִ ࣪𖤐 She knows whenever it gets too hot out cookies feel discomfort, melting under the sun ain't exactly the most pleasant experience. That's why when she knows it's feeling a bit much out, she'll shade you using her wings, no way is some heat going to disrupt your enjoyment.

ִ ࣪𖤐 The cheesebirds love you too! Sometimes you find yourself carried away accompanying them rather than golden cheese cookie, they're just too cute not to talk to. Birds your size that can talk, bonus being that they love talking to you, sometimes golden cheese cookie has to remind you that you're hanging with your aunt today.

ִ ࣪𖤐 I have a sneaky feeling shes not as chill as the other ancients (aside from pv) when it comes to beasts getting close to you. Pure vanilla tries to avoid beast interactions, hollyberry cookie laughs knowing nothing will happen and dark cacao is always on standby. Golden cheese cookie,, she either does one or two things, tries to get your own beast army as a joke or tells you to stay away.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Golden cheese cookie loves your innocence, you have no idea how much power you hold in your mini hands, but she will teach you how to rule the cookies. How to be a monarch yourself in the future, till then, she has a lot of playtime with you before you reach that age.

⋆˚✿˖° Her shock to you wasn't really much of a shock, it was more like a long pause. The repeated question flooded her head like a broken record, "how did you find the soul jam?". She also questioned if you ever knew how to use it, these thoughts were never her doubting you, okay but who wouldn't.. from what it seemed to look like, you knew what it could do.

⋆˚✿˖° The soul jam fitted you perfectly in her mind, the light of innocence held by the personification of light with a mind of innocence. It seemed like fate in her eyes, so if it was, she has nothing to worry about. Her body mellowed while she softy and ever so quietly laughs along with hollyberry cookie and golden cheese cookie.

⋆˚✿˖° You were just the cutest surprise, after the decision was made to look over you, white lily cookie was like an older sister. Shes always quiet and determined to find any peace left in earthbread. Because of this, in your childs mind, she's a little scary. Not in the intimidating way no, you looked up to her.

⋆˚✿˖° She was like your older sister in a way because of this if you ignore the sibling fights n all that stuff, you were the little sibling that wanted to have your big sis's attention and her love. Though she didn't push you away, she always caught you staring at her at times in a shy way. She really wanted to talk to you, the way the other ancients did.

⋆˚✿˖° Yes you're the cookie that sees good in everything, not a single negative trait was in your heart or dough. So why was it you felt shy towards her? Cause you loved her! The whole time while she was thinking of reasons for your actions, you were secretly planning the perfect first impression! No where near shy as she thought you were no, you were just hoping to make less appearances to make "the first meeting" perfect!

⋆˚✿˖° You surprised her by having other cookies your age pretend to attack her, of course she didn't feel threatened, they were using toys as weapons and their acting was goofy. It didn't take long to find out why the cookies were messing around with her, you jumped in with dramatic flare, showing off your soul jam to the "evil cookies" and warning them to back off.

⋆˚✿˖° Ever since you "saved" white lily cookie the two of you have been the cutest duo! You love to try and braid her hair the way she does it, she taught you how to braid hair when you caught her doing her own hair. It was a bit tricky for your youthful brain, although, once you got a hang of it, you never let go. Always asking white lily to let you braid her hair when it's already been braided. It warms her heart.

⋆˚✿˖° If white lily cookie noticed you liked her staff, you can get the privilege of holding it for a bit. She admires your innocence, how was it not even once did you ponder knowing more? It was like you were living life on easy mode, no thought behind those eyes unless it's joyful thinking.

⋆˚✿˖° One day, a cookie taught you how to make flower crowns, so you asked white lily cookie to let you into her garden. You told her your plan of making her a white lily flower crown, it did hurt a little seeing the flowers getting picked but she was happy with the end result. She wore it for a bit after that.

⋆˚✿˖° White lily cookie can't do much but she tries to keep an eye out on you, her heart would break into millions of pieces if she were to ever find out something bad happened to you. She'll give you loads of words of wisdom so nothing like that can come of sort.

I hope you enjoyed these, I think I passed out like two times while writing but I'm glad it turned out just fine. If you're thinking of rolling again you're welcomed back anytime!

[killa-cookie]

Author chan i want to see all the ancients reaction mostly Pure Vanilla on Gluttony Reader like my previous ask i want it to be like a story not headcanon

okayy!!!! I'll make this individual! And it's short cause erhmm... I'm in class so wrote this in a hurry

PURE VANILLA

(His POV)

This couldn't be happening... NO

This, this must be another trick right? This can't possibly happen... That deceitful liar, had corrupted Temperance? No... NO!

I couldn't stop it, I was useless... How could this occur, this calamity... He should have corrupted me instead, not Temperance... Temperance must be in... Pain...

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He looked at your crouched figure, slowly falling into deceit. As Shadow milk looked intently at your transformation, he felt guilty that he couldn't stop your corruption... It was his fault.

Pure vanilla started panicking, he didn't want you to be like those beasts, he didn't want you to create chaos... He didn't want you to be like the beast you are now.

Your looks started to gradually change, two more arms painfully sprouting out. Mouths forming everywhere, you started to eat bits of your clothing, you were ruined.

You were a beast.

And he couldn't stop that.

He didn't want to hurt you, but he knew that you were going to cause chaos or destruction one way or another... He has to stop you now,

But he just couldn't.

- Pure vanilla's main reaction was guilt.

WHITE LILY

(Her POV)

Oh no...

Calamity has finally struck, Temperance has fallen.... This can't be happening, is Temperance okay!?

Are they alright... That Shadow Milk had done something to them, has he... Turned them into sin..?

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She was worried as she looked at you, horrified at this new form you were taking. You look like you were in so much pain.

In all the adventures you had, you understood her story and loved you as a friend regardless of dark enchantress... And all the horrible things she had done..

She didn't want to see you in this form... She didn't want to see you as gluttony, as you didn't see her as dark enchantress.

- White Lily's main reaction was worry

DARK CACAO

(His POV)

What a disaster, a corruption worse than mine... What happened to you, Temperance?

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He saw you in the distance, your presence familiar... Yet destructive. He couldn't believe that this was happening... He was horrified, he could not bear to see you like this

The self discipline comrade he had who had accompanied him during the travel to the ivory pagoda.. Is gone, this was a monstrosity.

You were one of those beasts— destructors, and he could not deny that.

- Dark Cacao's main reaction was Horrified.

GOLDEN CHEESE

(Her POV)

W-what is happening.... No.... NO!

My dear comrade... Has lost..?

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She was scared, she didn't want you destroying her kingdom... Like what Dark Enchantress did. She had complicated feelings

Golden Cheese is absolutely hurt, she doesn't want to do this, she doesn't want to hurt you.. But for now she has to deem you as a threat. But deep inside she's absolutely destroyed.

Gluttony is a threat, Temperance is a friend... Those are not the same.

She can't risk the liveliness of her kingdom again, so all she can do now is hold back.

- Golden cheese's main reaction was fear

HOLLYBERRY

(Her POV)

Oh... No....

For the first time in decades, she felt worried... You were there... But it was you, it was Gluttony...

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Hollyberry looked at your gigantic figure, swallowing up everything in your path... Consuming many things..

She was saddened, she absolutely did not like you in this form.. You were so self controlled... Now you are just a beast who consumes everything in their path...

She took out her shield bravely, and faced you head on... Even though she was heartbrolen

[donutz]

Cookie Run Kingdom Ancients-Special

Ancient ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

Pure Vanilla

Hollyberry

Dark Cacao

Golden Cheese

White Lily

Legendary ༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚

Moonlight

Black Pearl

Frost Queen

Sea Fairy

Dragon 𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑

Pitaya

Ananas

Longan

Lotus

Lychee

Super Epic ₊•.°.⋆✮⋆.°.•₊

Elder Faerie

Crimson Coral

Shining Glitter

Capsaicin

Stardust

Sherbet

Oyster

Clotted Cream

Special ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

Icicle Yeti

Snap Dragon

[azlrse]

Hi azalea! I see that u still do crk requests, im so excited to request smth!!!(it’s my first time btw)

May I request a golden cheese cookie x reader cookie dating fanfic? (Im fangirling her too much welp;-;)

It would be really nice if u take this request, love your works so much!!!🩷🩷✨✨✨

-anon💘💘

➳ anguish (a golden cheese cookie x gn!cookie!reader oneshot)

cw: pure angst, chapter 17 spoilers, major character death & spousal loss

a/n: I heed into 💘 anon's request but make it painful and a bit of angst here and there ;))

There is a time where the kingdom of gold itself isn't in a land of misery and emptiness. Streets bussing into pleasantries from other cookies to the screams of happiness from the little cookies who played within the kingdoms streets. To some, it's a nuisance to have such noise as early in the early rays of sunlight spreading through the parmesan dessert. But to some, like you and your wife, it's like a melody ringing through your heads as you both watched it's streets from the above.

Before you became Golden Cheese's spouse, you deeply admired her, not only as a ruler but also a model towards the younger cookies of her kingdom; her leadership, her strong sense of responsibility towards her people, her stubbornness and the definite model for beauty and brains. Out of all of her features, her wings are the most beautiful feature she has; a symbol of her high status and the highest form of being within her kingdom.

She loved it when you always compliment her wings, pride swelling off her chest. In fact, you still remembered the time when she carries you into the skies on your wedding night.

Many would say that the marriage is arranged, yes. Considering that you are just a mere guard who protected the young cheesebirds who are still in the process into becoming stronger like their kind but to the both of you, it's a marriage filled with so much love and happiness. A marriage that you wished for every single cookie of your wife's kingdom would flourish as many young lovers partake of your words of wisdom and guidance (about how to achieve the kind of love your wife has for you).

Life is a bliss within the Golden Cheese Kingdom....

Until the war broke out which sent your people into a state of panic. Fear and Scarcity aroses as many cookie tend to store previous goods in their homes. Children are crying, clinging into their parents and loved ones as they reassured the little ones that their warrior queen will protect them all. This is the time Golden Cheese sensed that both you and her precious cookies are in dire need of protection from Dark Enchantress's forces of evil.

The solution?

She needs to leave the kingdom's walls and fight alongside with the other rulers of various kingdoms on EarthBread.

You became scared for your wife. You pleaded, begged for her to not leave you and even offered to join her in her battle. She declined the offer, saying that she could not bare the thought of you getting injured within the hands of Dark Enchantress Cookie or worse.

"I need someone to watch over the kingdom while I am gone, my jewel. The cookies need you more than ever." She spoke, wiping your tears from your now reddened face. "I am just scared, Golden Cheese." This made the queen's heart break but by bit as she heard your fading voice that is laced with sadness and worry. "Scared of what, Reader Cookie?" You looked into her eyes, calming down for a bit upon seeing the soft look on her face. "I am scared for the cookies, the kingdom, the gold and for you. I am scared for you, my queen." You cried, gripping into her hand. "What if you don't come back? What if you became nothing but bits of crumbs left from your body? What if-" Words are cut off as soon as she hugged you tightly as possible, knowing that time is limited when such crisis is coming.

"You do not need to fear for my wellbeing, darling. For I will return victorious and we'll from this battle." She continues. "Rest assured that we'll have a picnic as a way to celebrate our anniversary when I arrive back home." Golden Cheese reassures you as her arms are still around you, kissing your head and felt the love that radiated from her spouse.

"Stay strong for me, my jewel. Promise?"

"I promise, love."

That is a bittersweet memory she kept with her mind as she returned back from the war, eager to meet and kiss you again like she use to and seeing the shimmering gold treasures and the cookies of her kingdom.

Until she saw the wasteland of what little remains of her kingdom was left.

It was silent and gray. Golden Cheese stood still as a rock, processing on what is happening and whether it's only a nightmare that projects her worse fear.

It's not sadly, this is reality and it struck her hard like a bar of gold into her head. She lost everything that her heart desires the most; her gold, her palace, her cookies-

Wait...

Where are you? Where is the cookie that is considered as the love of Golden Cheese Cookie?

She searched for you desperately, despite there is nothing but crumbs and ash left within it's grounds. Until she saw your tiara and your dough crumbs underneath the palace's remains. She cried in anger, cried in anguish as she screamed for your painful death.

Holding that was once left of you, her knees dropped to the ground and cried as if the witches heard her pleas to bring everything back; not only her kingdom, her treasures, her cookies, her friends but also her most important and precious treasure of all, her beloved Reader Cookie. Golden Cheese Cookie promises herself that she will build a new kingdom where time stands still and no cookie shall experience the loss and hardships this war caused.

Until then, she will take ahold of your tiara as a promise that she will never replace you with anyone. She would pray that when she passed on, she will be with you in the hands of the afterlife and reunite with the cookie she loves the most.

But there is a report from another cookie claiming that there is a cookie residing within a local village who looks exactly the same with the ancient's spouse....

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[melluvsuu]

oh yeah bsd x crk crossover im jumping and exploding /pos

demon snow!

yn cookie with an ability like kyouka from bsd, how would and ancients and beasts react?

I only did the beasts that have been released (seen in the story) so far. I haven't finished watching bsd, so i used most of my sources from wiki! since cellphones don't exist in crk (that I know of) the inanimate object that is used to control her ability is not described as anything else but an "object." stupid tumblr also deleted all of my work, so I redid this. i didn't proofread, it's just straight brain to paper (digital paper maybe) i also didn't know if you wanted them grouped together so I did them all separately this is why this ask took forever. you can take this as romantic or not!

LOWER CASE INTENDED!

context (from wiki) : her ability, demon Snow (夜叉白雪, Yasha Shirayuki), materializes demon snow, a ruthless sword-wielding phantom that only follows orders coming from her mobile phone, which allowed Akutagawa to control her ability in the past.

— ANCIENTS

White Lily —

"Really? That's... terrifying— wait not to degrade you I think it's neat!"

she was terrified at first, after learning about your ability she felt guilty knowing you couldn't control this winter beast in you, instead it was controlled by a phantom that wouldn't listen to you. this poor cookie over thought everything.

she immediately (although patiently) asked you for more information, to see if she could do anything to make sure this ability wouldn't harm your dough or cookies–a–like that are near you during transformation.

white lily noted everything she could discover about your ability, although she was terrified at the possible outcomes she was also intrigued with what it could do. this phantom would only listen to that object you hold around, and it made her paranoid considering somebody could steal it and use your ability for bad. she started working around ways to make it safer for you with the information you provided and the things she could find in every nook and cranny of the library.

at the end, when she's done all she could do she'll just help you maintain a healthy relationship with your ability, and even though she kind of shivers watching it destroy everything in the battle field there's always a glint of amazement in her eyes.

her reaction is a mix of confusion, curiosity and fear. know she just wants the best for you, and she's also trying her best for you! if you need help you can ask white lily, she'll find a way.

Golden Cheese —

"Wait really? That's pretty cool, what can it do?"

she found it badass, and didn't look more into it. golden cheese is a god herself with godly abilities, so abilities aren't new to her she won't be that curious, I don't see her as the type to do much/serious research other than a few random questions.

golden cheese is eager to battle the phantom though, it didn't seem like a cookie like everyone else. it would be a fun experience! only if you want to though, maybe it could get out of control and she knows that's unsafe for both you and her.

her reaction is like "OH COOL!" a few 5 year old questions and then she doesn't look into it much, unless you want to talk about your ability or you want her to talk about it.

Dark Cacao —

"That's quite a dangerous ability, are you able to control it properly?"

the answer to that is no, the phantom won't listen to you, anyway dark cacao isn't really concerned about what you can do but what it can do to you.

you cannot underestimate anybody, nor can you be too comfortable around companions, and he's had bad memories with curses and swords, so he is kind of stiff when you mention it. there's this random part of him sometimes that wonders if the phantom will act up and slice him with a sword.

dark cacao observes the object that controls the phantom, wondering its importance, considering there are multiple of rare objects the phantom could've chosen why this one?

he's pretty chill, but if you tell him that the object got lost or got stolen, all hell will break loose and he'll order his subjects to turn his kingdom upside down, backwards, reversed, whatever just to find it.

his reaction is more of a "I see..." thing, he gets flash backs of war since he's old. he'll be concerned for your wellbeing, but if you're alright he'll be okay. even if companions are not to always be trusted, he wants to make sure his companions (you) are safe too!

Hollyberry —

"Ooh, that's amazing!"

hollyberrys eyes shine like never before, full of curiosity and contagious amounts of excitement.

after seeing the phantom fight in your frail cookie body, she deems you and the phantom as a worthy opponent and, like golden cheese, asks for a battle. she won't pressure you, but she also won't admit defeat. that won't be the last time you hear her asking for a battle, and if you accept win, or lose, hollyberry is giddy after and before the battle.

she wants to see its full potential, but makes sure you're safe too. hollyberry would take you on expeditions with her to various places to see how this snow demon fights, with her fighting along side you.

hollyberry would also ask to see the object that controls it, but becareful she may be high and mighty but she's not slow and steady she might drop it! she'll be looking at it for a while, like she's seeing all the stories it's been through, through one glance.

hollyberry is definitely the one that reacts the most enthusiastic, she's always up for a new adventure and she sees this as an opportunity to learn more about her pal! (you)

Pure Vanilla —

"Fascinating, I've heard of this ability but never seen such in person."

considering pure vanilla is all���knowing he's already seen a bunch of cookies with strange abilities, he's seen yours in one of those library books from back when he was still young!

he knows alot, but not all. there are times where the phantom just straight up controls you to communicate with this guy, I don't know why, but pure vanilla seems to have that nature.

if you're having struggles, like white lily cookie, pure vanilla wants to help you to the best of his abilities. he's known for guiding cookies to the right path, and this doesn't exclude you, even if cookies mark you as dangerous.

he'll tell you all he knows, and make sure the thing that controls it is safe—also this ability is yours, not his, and if you can handle it then he will only support your decisions!

like for example, he will not stop the phantom from attacking enemies, but only shield and tell the allies to back off or becareful around it.

like everyone else, as long as you're okay it's not much of a problem. the phantom doesn't seem hostile to cookies who haven't angered it, so he focuses on the host (you) and make sure you haven't irritated it lately.

his reaction is most the most chill of the bunch, but he does get concerned once in a while when it breaks loose.

— BEASTS

Shadow Milk —

"What can you do for me?"

beasts are evil, this is no surprise to anyone. Shadow Milk wouldn't cause harm on YOU specifically but the things around you. Beasts had live long enough to know alot, so he knew already about what your ability can do.

he's not afraid of the snow demon, but knows others can be, and uses it to scare little cookies playing. "there's this scary cookie with a monster inside of them! they're gonna eat you!"

you're gonna have to stop him before fairy tales of a scary snow demon start popping up, it's his way of teasing you since he has no peace with anybody.

do NOT show him the object that controls it, once you blink he's already taken that and hid it somewhere you won't see. Shadow Milk is very sneaky.

he'd steal the object that the phantom follows orders from, and has let it break free and cause alot of accidents. ones you've felt guilty for, but he won't kill anyone, only fires and house destruction.

unlike pure vanilla, he would not have a nice relationship with that phantom. he'd probably make fun of it by stealing its sword, and/or fight it depending if it would hurt you or not he doesn't want his old pal dying on him! he'd probably be a trigger for it to come out, and if it does come out he'd plan scripts as if he was doing one of his carnival performances.

when you tell him to stop he freaks out, and either stops being all smiley and scare the living crumbs off of you or he cries out and tells you to stop being cruel and let the him have fun. either way he won't stop, but will subtly make his pranks less damaging.

the only time he'd shut up is when he's observing the phantom fight, there's a glint of admire, he likes destruction no matter what type.

his reaction was more of him realising the power you hold, and what he can do with it! (100 crimes would be committed if you don't make/set boundaries.)

Mystic Flour —

" ... "

mystic flour is closed off, and she barely speaks on your ability unless you guys are really close. it may seem like she doesn't care, but trust me she's really intrigued just not to the extent of the others.

she's neutral about the whole thing, and wouldn't use you for bad or let it break free for the joy of wanting it to destroy things. infact she finds it pretty annoying when she just wants peace and quiet.

mystic flour sees the phantom as greedy, and won't listen to any sob backstory of why it controls you. if you show her the object she'll look at it for 5 seconds and then give it back. maybe she knows too much.

fighting or communicating with it is not her forte, she prefers hiding away. she won't listen to the phantom if it begs for a fight, but if YOU specifically ask her for a battle she'll hesitate, but give in.

her reaction is empty, it seems not even that unique demon snow ability of yours can make her care enough to move away.

Burning Spice —

"At last, you're not boring like the other dough!"

you've captured this beasts attention! burning spice wants to destroy the phantom, he would definitely want to fight it. actually, not a want, he WILL fight it no matter what you say.

each fight with you/demon snow entertains him, because you/it can catch up with his speed and be as ruthless as him. he does remember you're but a frail cookie made from dough, and only ever fights it once it's out and you seem healthy/fired up to fight. this is not a boundary (although that would be nice) it's him preventing you from dying so he won't get bored.

he secretly admires it's strength, but always makes degrading remarks to it. "weak!", "I can do better", "I will destroy you!"

speaking of destroy he will destroy the object that controls it unless you never let him hold that thing. it's impulsive behavior and he has no self-control if it doesn't harm him, himself.

his reaction is terrifying, not for him, but for you!

Silent salt and Eternal Sugar aren't here...

[sweet-and-sour-bites]

https://www.tumblr.com/sweet-and-sour-bites/763257255073349632/can-i-have-burning-spice-cookie-x-reader-who-is-a?source=share

Different anon here....saw this and loved it and one line gave me an idea for a request....can you do burning spice x ticklish scardycat reader? Like reader was very scared of him at first and burning spice took em in as a 'you are so adorably pathetic, unable to even defend yourself because of your fear and you bend at tickling? Someone that weak needs to he protected...that's it, you're mine now' and then just throws them over their shoulder lmao...

Of course hun! Love this idea.

☁️Burning Spice Cookie x Scaredy cat Gn!Reader

The sandy wasteland stretches on and on before your eyes. The air is dry and makes your throat cry out for a fresh cup of sweet juice. Though you hate to cross such a deserted wasteland, you must. Sent by Dark Cacao himself to warn Golden Cheese Cookie of the arrival of the Beasts.

Your feet ache as you cross from the snowy ice land to the sandy plains to reach her. You dare not stop in fear of what could happen, though. Just as you begin to lose yourself to your thoughts, a loud noise startles you. Up ahead, you see a large cloud of dust and sand. Though scared and trembling from the thought of trouble that is just over yonder, you brace yourself and run towards it.

Reaching the area in a few minutes, you walk through a chasm of fallen rocks. Looking around, you notice the gashes and burn marks littering the ground and cliffs. Suddenly, something is flung just before you into the wall to your right. Stepping back, you brandish your sword at the new hole in the wall.

*Cough* *Cough* "Goodness me, what and utter brute." Your eyes widen as you see Golden Cheese Cookie herself stumble out of the hole.

"Your majesty!" You rush over to her and help her to her feet as best as you can. Though you only reach about waist height for her, you know it's better to have some support than none. She's looks down at you confused and worried.

"Young one, what are you doing here?! You shouldn't be here! You need to leave at once!" You shake your head.

"I am a messenger sent by Dark Cacao. He needed me to warn you of a Beast coming to claim your soul jam for himself." You saw her grimace.

"Unfortunately, it is too late. He is already here."

"So, you think I'm the thief, little cookie?" Your eyes widen at the sound of a deep and rough voice from above. Looking up, you see a large cookie that just screams danger. With a golden smirk, he leaps from his perch and drops down just aways away from you and Golden Cheese Cookie. The dust around him settles, and you find yourself staring at each other. Him, filled with curiosity and excitement. You, terrified and worried.

"You carry a sword, will you fight against me too?" He points the tip of his weapon at you, but Golden Cheese Cookie pushes you behind her.

"Don't you dare! She's but a messenger, not a soldier." She glares at the large cookie with a fierce look that could send you running home. For a moment, the Beast looks over at her the back at you before smirking and raising his weapon.

"She should've thought about that before coming here." Without a second to waste, he charges at the two of you. Golden Cheese Cookie pushes you away from the fight and parrys his attack.

"Run! Get out of here now! Warn Dark Cacao!" With that, you high tail it away from the fight in hopes of making back to your king. That Beast was right; you're no soldier. The sword you have is simply to deter others from attacking. You don't know how to fight.

The sounds of the battle draw further from you as you run. You'd say over twenty minutes have passed since you left, and you now find yourself in the ruins of an old palace. What can you say, you can't fight but you can sure run. Slowing down you take a breath and pull out a sheet of paper.

"Your Majesty, I find myself sending you this letter on behalf of Golden Cheese Cookie. She is currently fighting the Beast Cookie that is out for her soul jam. I am running from the fight in her orders. Please send immediate assistance to the Golden Cheese desert asap. With regards, (Y/n) Cookie."

With the letter written, you bring out a small blackberry bird and tie it to its foot. "Hurry, give this letter the his majesty Dark Cacao. Waste no time. Go!" At your words, the little bird flys off in a hurry. You sigh in exhaustion and slid against one of the old crumbled pillars.

"Oh little cookie~ Come out, come out wherever you are~"

You shoot up quickly and run over to a more hidden pile of rubble. How? How did here reach you so soon?! Shouldn't he be fighting Golden Cheese Cookie?! Unless......oh no. She must be badly hurt for him to be here without worrying about her. Oh, you hope the king will be here soon.

"Oh come now, no need to be scared. I won't hurt you. Much. Hahaha!" You close your eyes and cover your mouth to prevent any sound. Sliding down to the ground, you begin to shake in fear. Dammit! You know everyone else was busy in the kingdom, but why did they have to send you?! You can't fight!

You're too scared too.

All becomes silent, and with what little courage you have, you open your eyes. Oh fuck. You feel a shiver go down you spine as you see a large shadow block what light was on you. Slowly looking up you see the large beast stand above you, looking down at you with a sharp, golden grin. "Found you~"

"Ahhh!" Fear course through you as you dodge his attack. Without much haste, you run deeper into the ruins. You hear the loud steps of that brute not too far behind you. Risking it, you look behind you and see him gaining on you. That is until your world fumbles and you fall.

You feel a pain course through your leg as you hit the ground. You take a peak at it as you see a gaping would with jam running out. You let your head fall and curl in on yourself. "Why? Why me? Why was I sent here? I can't fight, I can't." You wallow in your self-pity as Buring Spice stalks towards you. Standing over you, he lets his eyes wonder over your form.

Normally, seeing a cookie wallow would bore or anger him. However, he must admit, you are quite the looker. Soft dough and a soft heart. You cower from him, which is odly...satisfying. He takes the end of his weapon and puts it under your chin, moving your head to look at him. You look up at the beast with tears in your eyes and fear in your heart. He smirks down at you and bends over.

"Mhm, how about a deal, scaredy cat?" You give a little nod, not trusting your voice. "You'll come with me as a sort of...pet or spoil of war, and I won't turn that so called queen to crumbs." Your eyes widen at his words. Either way, you're at his mercy, but hopefully, you can bide time for Golden Cheese Cookie and his majesty. At least then you can help in some way.

"I'll go with you." Your voice comes out just a little above a whisper. Cracking from the running, crying, and heat. He smirks and pulls you up, tossing you over his shoulder.

"Haha, wise choice, scaredy cat! Ha, I think I shall call you just that. After all, with how much you tremble and cower, it is but a fitting name." You don't say anything as you try to make resting on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes a little more comfortable. He begins to walk out of the ruins, and you feel yourself sawy to motion, causing you to feel a little sick. Stupid motion sickness. You really are a miserable fool. You can't fight, you're always scared, and now, motion sickness to top it all off.

Burning Spice notices this and stops walking. He pulls you from his shoulder and holds you with one arm. You look up at his with confusion. "This seems to be better. Don't want you throwing up your guts now, do we?" You nod, a little embarrassed, and the two of you continue on.

Good grief, what have you gotten yourself into. From a simple cowardly messenger to a Beast Cookies' pet. Damn, you feel as if your body is shot with how anxious you are. You can only hope Dark Cacao will save you in time. You do wonder though, what will become of you, as Buring Spice Cookies' little pet.

[sanguineterrain]

Kurt wagner and tail stuff!!! I love that boy! I love how you write! I love the tail! Smashing them together we got a a little piece of heaven! So Kurt wagner with s/o and some tail action pretty please!!

(Like if you need some more then that: for example, the times before they were together Kurt’s tail always seemed to gravitate towards reader (I’m an advocate that Kurt’s tail is like a fricking mood ring) wrapping around them, touching them. The times when they were together! And the time reader wraps their hand or something around his tail or something)

Love your writing! You’re awesome and amazing! And I want to say in advance, thank you so so much for doing this ask! I will treasure it dearly! And if you don’t do the ask then thank you so so much to taking the time to read it! Have a lovely day!

ouuu this is a sweet request <3 tail boy! thanks nonnie :) hopefully I did him justice 🫶 changed the request a bit but kept the same idea about the tail. may write a part 2... we'll see!

kurt wagner (nightcrawler) x gn!reader. fluff, cooking, gambit and rogue trying to talk some sense into the reader.

note: I tried to capture kurt and gambit's accents. however, as always, I'm open to feedback on them. It's definitely not my intention to offend or miswrite anyone!

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The smell of bubbling cheese wafts from your pot as you stir. It's been a while since you were able to cook for yourself and have a nice meal, always running out to do something or another for the good of the planet.

"Smells good," comes a familiar voice. A moment later, a tail curls around your wrist as you shake some paprika into the pot.

You look away from your stirring into golden, irisless eyes. Kurt grins at you.

"Mac 'n cheese," you say by way of greeting. "Want some?"

"Please und thank you."

Anytime you cook, you offer Kurt to share. You frequently have the thought that you spoil the hell out of him, but you can't help it.

He helps you out by putting away the milk and cheese. But he's never far; his tail remains on you. It slackens from your wrist, then explores up your arm and around your elbow.

It's nothing new, of course. The first thing you learned about Kurt Wagner is how physically affectionate he is.

"That tail seems to have a mind of its own, elfie," you say, smiling down at the pot.

"What do you mean?"

"It's always holding onto me." You turn off the burner.

"Ah." Kurt drops his tail. "My apologies. I can ease up, as you say."

You shake your head. "Don't. I don't mind. Never have."

So Kurt gives you one final tail squeeze. The fur on his arm tickles you as he brushes past. You watch him in confusion.

"Where are you going?" you ask, halfway through scooping two servings of the pasta.

"Not far," he says brightly. "Jean wanted me to bring spoons from the kitchen." He holds up three metal spoons with his tail.

"Spoons?"

He shrugs. "An experiment. Who am I to question a scientist's whim? I promise I will be fast."

He teleports away, and you have a mind to cover Kurt's bowl with a plate. You bring both bowls to the table. At last, a proper meal.

You don't mind eating alone, but that hardly ever happens with Kurt around. Even if he's just eaten, he'll nibble on whatever you've made. You don't know where he puts all that food—perhaps in another dimension—but he makes it a point to eat with you, regardless of whether you've cooked or not. Even if you're in the middle of the forest eating a tin of beans, Kurt will plant himself right next to you and keep you company.

He's a good friend. The best friend you've ever had, actually.

"Woo, smells good!"

Gambit comes in first, followed by Rogue, since the two are never seen apart anymore. Gambit, nosy that he is, makes a beeline to Kurt's covered bowl.

"And what's in here?" he asks, lifting the plate.

"That's Kurt's," you say. "You can get some from the pot."

"Mais, it's Kurt's, huh?" He glances at Rogue, who grins. "Hear that, chère? Not sure if I should take from the pot. Might take my head, too."

You squint as they share laughter. "What're you talking about?"

"Oh, nothin'," Rogue says sweetly, taking the seat diagonal to you. Gambit sits next to her.

Your frown deepens. "I didn't say you couldn't have some, G, I just—"

Gambit shakes his head. "Don't go worryin' 'bout that. I'm just teasin'. I think it's cute how you feed the furball."

"Excuse me, I feed myself first," you say, and shovel a forkful of pasta into your mouth.

You hate not being in the know. It happens frequently, being that you're not a mutant. You're here on a personal invitation from Charles due to your "technology skills."

Really, you'd been brought here to fix Cerebro. And after that, you'd sort of just... stayed at the school. Charles had offered you a room, Kurt had won your friendship (or, perhaps, you'd won his), and you'd never left.

"Well, what do you mean, anyway? So what if I feed Kurt," you say, unable to stand not knowing.

"Just seems like where you are, Kurt's never far," Rogue says, watching you eat.

"Yeah, so? He's my friend."

"Oh, un ami. Is that what we're callin' it?" Gambit asks, eyes gleaming with mirth.

"What else would you call it?"

They look at each other in that Siamese cats way. Often, you've had the thought that they can read each other's minds—no powers needed.

"You really don't know?" Rogue asks, voice softening.

"Know what?" you ask impatiently.

Gambit makes a quiet noise in his throat. "Y'all don't know. He's gone on you."

Your brows rise. "Kurt? Don't be silly, Remy."

"Oh, great. You're both in denial," Rogue says, rolling her eyes. "Haven't you noticed how touchy he is around ya? Always huggin' and clingin'."

"Kurt's like that with everybody," you say. "He's like that with Logan!"

"Mais, the tail, it never lies," Gambit says with all the wisdom of someone centuries older. "He don't go wrappin' that tail 'round anybody."

Rogue nods sagely. "True. And he's always puttin' that tail around you."

"But he's..." You put your fork down in frustration. "That's ridiculous. Kurt would've said—I mean, there would've been a sign. He would've told me. Kurt doesn't hide anything from me."

"This is new for him, honey," Rogue says. "He's never been in love for real. He's not gonna act rationally."

"Alors, look at it this way. La Raison parle, mais l'Amour chante. Hm? His body betray his words. It sings to you. Jus' like I sing to ma cherie."

He reaches to take Rogue's hand, eyes practically heart-shaped. Rogue lets him, smiling in that secret, shy way of hers whenever Gambit is sweet on her.

L'Amour...

"Kurt is not in love with me," you say. "End of story."

They both heave sighs.

"Just watch his tail," Rogue says. "Kurt can hide a lot, but he can't control how he—"

BAMF!

You flinch as Kurt teleports into the kitchen. He grins and waves, then bounces around the table to greet the others.

"I'm back!" he says. "I hope my mac did not get cold. Will you be eating with us?"

"No, that's okay," Rogue says, looking at you meaningfully behind Kurt's back. "Rain check. We've gotta go train."

Gambit winks at you. "See y'all."

They disappear quickly. Kurt turns to you, blissfully unaware of your newly formed nerves.

"I am sorry I was gone for so long," Kurt says, sitting down to his bowl. "Jean had some questions about my abilities. Apparently, she's trying to replicate them in a machine."

"That's okay," you say. "Rogue and G kept me company."

Kurt beams. "They are so good for that, yes?"

He shovels a mouthful of mac 'n cheese into his mouth and groans in appreciation. His tail instantly curls around your wrist.

"Amazing!" Kurt says. "Perhaps your special ability is your cooking, hm? I would believe it."

You laugh. "Danke, elfie."

"Bitte schön," he says, eyes lighting up at your German. He frequently informs everyone about how good your German is becoming, even though you hardly know ten phrases.

His tail begins to stroke your arm. You wonder if he's aware of it. If he knows how his tail betrays him.

But no, that's outrageous. And even if it was true, it's not like the feeling's mutual, right?

"Oh, and," Kurt says. "I got us tickets to that show you wanted to see. They're playing it at the theater downtown. We can go on Saturday, ja?"

"You... oh. Wow. I told you about that ages ago, Kurt. You remembered?"

"Why wouldn't I?" he says, tilting his head. Like it hadn't occurred to him to be anything less than thoughtful.

"No, I'm just—thank you. That's really nice of you."

Kurt beams. "I am excited to watch the green witch und her pink friend sing!"

He keeps eating, unaware of the way he's made your world tip on its axis. Because now you know.

You're in love with Kurt Wagner. And the feeling just might be mutual.

[st4r-th0ughts]

I’m breaking down, I’m sorry.

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(platonic) corrupted? Ancient GN! reader cookie x Ancient Heros

Clotted cream Cookie x reader (+implied very very slight one sided Ancients x reader)

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tw/cw: Reader’s a bit of an asshole so be warned, thier also a flirty one. The Beast Cookie is my own OC (personally I don’t want to just refer to them as beast, they and whatnot bc it would be confusing) and some of the cookies in flashbacks are as well. Reader also has anger issues and probably an identity crisis so yay, written before Beast Yeast Ep.8

note(s): not proofread! this takes place in a slightly altered version of the crk timeline. Golden Cheese is present during the Cookie Odessey story, and the request of Reader’s strength is during Cookie Odessey right after Day 4, instead of Golden Cheese’s kingdom being located after the whole Cookie Odessey instead. This doesn’t affect any lore much tbh

special thanks: this entire fic was kickstarted by @brittle-doughie based on thier Virtue of Compassion! Reader. While the story is completely different, your fics are the ones that gave me the motivation to write this.

summary: O Light of Gaiety, tell me so, how do I let go of the sorrows of the future?

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gaiety, /ˈɡeɪ.ə.t̬i/ happiness and excitement.

sorrow, /sor·​row/ deep distress, sadness, or regret especially for the loss of someone or something loved

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A gasp escapes you as you stare ahead of you, your soul jam glowing brighter in your scarf accessory, your hand moving close to grip it unconsciously, looking around at the walls, as if they were melting by the second and closing in on your form.

“This again? I’ve been seeing these halls for the last few nights.”

You murmur quietly, your throat feeling dry as you stare at the overwhelming melancholic feeling of the stale air around you, the environment making you feel dulled and sorrowful by the minute.

This wasn’t the first time you’ve come across the place. Ever since you helped Pure Vanilla regain his soul after being corrupted by the Beast of Lies and Deception’s powers, you’ve been having similarly resounding nightmares he’d described in one of your late night talks.

Only this time, there was no one here. And the loneliness of the silence was making you go nuts. You place a hesitant foot forward, and immediately, the abyss shifts to form a hallway. Cracked, paint peeling from its thin, greyed wafer walls, the icing that held the place together slowly melting into puddles, the sounds of soft, despaired whispers echoing through your mind.

You slowly walk through the hallways, and you stop at a turn, and gazing down it, showed you a collection of mirrors, and curiously prompted you to turn and walk down there instead, almost as if you were supposed to.

The reflections were not of you, but of your memories. Cheerful. Happy. Just like your Virtue. Despite the overwhelming feeling of sorrow enveloping you like a cold hug, a smile forms on your face as your hands fondly press against the glass.

The first memory you could set your eyes upon was your ascension as your kingdom’s ruler. You had pledged your oath, swearing that all cookies who inhabited the land of Gaiety and Joy, would be the most joyful, well taken care of cookies in EarthBread. Kneeling down, you had felt the crown settling neatly on your head, fitting perfectly.

Your friends were proud as ever. Pure Vanilla and White Lily were smiling tenderly in joy at your coronation, Dark Cacao, stern as ever, had the slightest hint of whatever he could call a smile on his face. Hollyberry was hosting the widest grin you think a cookie could make, and Golden Cheese was the first to give you a proud speech of you sharing your riches with her, though it was with sheer fondness and no malice.

The next frame housing a mirror was your regaining of your souljam. After the Dark Flour War, your efforts to try and hold your friends together failed, and in a fit of rage at feeling inadequate, and the despair that as the Virtue of Gaiety, you failed to keep your friend’s spirits up and keep them together in dark times, you smashed your souljam into fragments, leaving them to be scattered by the harsh winds of the Sugar Powder Desert as your heart and Virtue chilled to the core.

You ruled your kingdom with the same grace you had before, smiling during public walks and appearances. But within your walls, where only your soldiers and confidants remained, your heart was as cold as stone, mind as scrambled as cookie crumbs on a battle field. Gingerbrave and his friends entered your kingdom to try and speak to you, convince you to return to the Ancient Cookies’ sides to fight Dark Enchantress Cookie, and they’d brought to you your souljam fragments. The sight of it had made you snap, recalling all those terrible memories you had tried so hard to repress, and you’d taken the souljam and smashed it again, sending the group out of the palace with threats of imprisonment and execution.

It was only after Dark Cacao, Golden Cheese’s and Hollyberry forcefully pushed past your guards and Pure Vanilla had pleaded with you to listen to them, to your life old friends. They made you face them head on, even if your weapons did clash in your fury, even as you accused them of turning their backs onto you even as you tried to help them, and on their own citizens. Your soul jam had called out to you, just as gentle and as joyful as it was when you destroyed it.

“Reader Cookie, come. It is time… you open your heart, to your loyal subjects, to your friends. To become the kind, gentle ruler you once were.”

You remember the overwhelming guilt that swallowed you whole at once as the Light of Gaiety spoke to you, hearing your voice in its gentle and tender state that you hadn’t used in centuries made you stumble as you held the cracked gem in your hands, and you recall Pure Vanilla and Golden Cheese’s hands holding you upright as Hollyberry and Dark Cacao stood in front of you to offer support if needed.

“O Light of Gaiety, forgive me. I have made… so many grave errors in my pain and grief. I am not worthy of being one of the Ancient Heroes.”

You had murmured softly, cradling the gem in your hands as the cracks slowly started to heal, and you witness through the mirror at how the Ancients, the cookies you called your closest friends, had such heartbroken expressions on their faces. It made your heart ache as well, though it had been a few months since that event as a quiet sigh left your lips.

“For years, pain has ebbed away at your joy, wearing and chipping you down into a cold and closed off cookie whose hurt is unable to be shared with anyone.”

“Your pain will not go away even if you accept me into your life again, Reader Cookie. But you should trust in the cookies around you. To help you regain your values and virtues of Gaiety, to be the cookie your subjects, your friends, need again.”

The image fades from the mirror as it cracks, your hand jerking away as you sigh quietly. On your scarf’s ribbon, your souljam starts to shake, your eyes darting as you come face to face with another mirror, its corners cracked and some shards even missing, compared to the other pristine and intact mirror that had housed the last two memories.

The imaging was grim. It was the time of when you felt your friends were slowly becoming distant. Shells of the strong, powerful warriors you once knew. In the mirror, it simply reflected your form, hunched over and weeping softly as your souljam laid dark in front of you.

Voices of your friends filled your mind, words not of care and kindness, but of spite and malice you knew they could never direct towards any cookie, much less to you, and you recoil as the glass breaks, your mirror self’s cries echoing faintly throughout the warped hallways.

The weeps slowly ebb away as you realize it was no longer your sobs, but it was of another cookie. Soft, grief filled sobs that would have filled a normal cookie with so much despair and sorrow they could have burst into tears on the spot, unable to move. But you weren’t ordinary. At least, not anymore.

So your step into the room where you could locate the weeping, and your heart stops for a beat. A hunched figure, exactly how you saw yourself in that mirror, crying into their palms as they face away from your form, their front facing the window that cast a dim light over them.

Your souljam starts to shake uncontrollably, and you hold it down with a firm hand as you stepped cautiously to the cookie, their head turning abruptly to face you as tears streaked their sorrowful face, and you jump back.

“Oh Reader Cookie… my last missing piece of my sorrowful soul…”

The mysterious cookie reached out, standing up as their hands reach out to you, stopping as you stepped back, and they tilt their head, a curious but sad look in their eyes.

“You… you seem… familiar. Like we’ve met before.”

You uttered softly, in both subtle awe and disbelief, and the cookie’s voice is soft and grief filled as they reach for your soul jam, which you held firmly as it trembled violently, trying to break free.

“Of course we’ve met before. You… Reader Cookie, are my Virtue.”

Your eyebrow raises in confusion as your ever so faint awed smile disappearing as the cookie stepped towards you, their hands finding your face, feeling you, as if you were their greatest masterpiece.

“Your… Virtue? I don’t understand…”

Your eyes widened in realization. As your eyes meet the mysterious cookie’s, a gasp erupted from your throat as their pale, cream colored eyes gaze sadly into yours.

After the events of Pure Vanilla’s corruption, you had buried yourself in books dedicated to the Beast Cookies, determined to know as much as you could about them to make sure your friends didn’t suffer further tragedies. Nights spent combing through books, skipping meals and locking yourself in your personal study.

Sleepless nights led you to a book that described a cookie from the ones graced with the power of the souljam. That sixth cookie blessed with divine power was the Virtue of Feeling, and was the only one to not be corrupted like the rest of the Beast Cookies, but instead, disappeared off the face of EarthBread after witnessing their friends be corrupted and sealed away.

Dawn Extract Cookie. The cookie described to possess the sweetest and glossiest cream colored eyes in all of EarthBread. One look into them made the cookie feel the emotions of them, whether negative or positive. It was said Dawn Extract Cookie’s souljam had splintered into many pieces as opposed to their beast cookies’ souljams being split into two.

“Of all my souljam fragments, you are the only one that manifested a physical form without my input, and the only that could astray from that fragment without much repercussions.”

Dawn Extract murmured softly, their hands finding your face as they slowly felt every faint crack from battle, every small wrinkle from your joyous smiles, and their hand pulls away as they step back. You finally caught a glimpse of their soul jam. It was identical to yours, but its cracks were visible, it looked like someone had badly glued them together. And its middle was missing.

“No. No. No, this can’t be-”

You stutter as your hand runs through your hair, staring down at the mirror that had appeared at your feet, watching the ripples of the glass contort as your features distort into swirls.

“I have- I have parents! Siblings, i grew up from a freshly baked doughball into a cookie! How could i- be your souljam?”

Your voice trails off into silence, and since entering this nightmare, you feel the sorrow that has been weighing you down start to chip away at your spirit.

“My souljam has given you false memories to pacify the need for knowing your past, your origin. You are my souljam. You are the last of my Virtue.”

Dawn Extract Cookie’s voice is soft, it would be comforting if it was not for the fact that your life as you knew it, as you thought you knew it, was completely shattered.

“Give in to your heart’s sorrow. Give in and allow your grief to become one with mine. You feel guilt. You feel sadness. Let them consume you.”

The Beast murmured, tears trickling slowly down their face in translucent, thin streaks, making them look almost comforting as their hand reached for you, the aura of despair growing stronger.

You snap out of your sorry state. You wouldn’t. You won’t give in. You didn’t fight for your kingdom, against Dark Enchantress Cookie, cry and scream as your friends walked away from you one by one, allowed them to come back into your life, and took back the Light of Gaiety that you’d shattered into pieces.

“No. I am Reader Cookie. I am the Virtue of Gaiety, and my desire to see cookies smile across EarthBread.”

You can’t tell if your affirming yourself, or if your trying to push back against Dawn Extract’s calm words, stepping back as they stepped closer to you, though their steps were slow and calculated, they were not menacing.

“Resisting is futile, Reader. You may hold the Light of Gaiety in your hands, but you are a part of my own powers. You hold Sorrow in your heart, and it will eventually consume you as it did me.”

Dawn Extract’s voice echoed in your mind, ringing in your ears as you recoiled violently, the Beast’s form towering over your crouched figure as you winced as their cold hands gripped your chin, forcing you to gaze into their grief consumed eyes, chilling you to the core.

“Witness, how your Sorrow will consume. Witness how your friends will all perish and become just as twisted as the Beasts whom I called friends.”

You feel yourself fall backwards as visions flash through your mind, and your heart sinks into your chest, your souljam falling into Dawn Extract’s hand as it slowly retracted into the final piece in the Beast’s own gem, your hands reaching blindly as you screamed for your soul jam to return, to not leave like your friends once did.

Hollyberry was first to fall. You watched as her Passion start to slowly waver and finally break, her strong love for her kingdom, her friends, her family, crumbled entirely, and she became indifferent to them, indifferent to the suffering she started to cause.

Dark Cacao fell next. His Resolution was strong and took longer than Hollyberry’s Passion to fade out, but eventually, his determination to keep his kingdom safe, his unwavering care for his subjects, became half hearted, second guessing and delaying both his advisor’s and his decisions, and his kingdom soon crumbled.

Golden Cheese’s Greed soon became corrupted, her need for gold, riches, land and resources making the loyalty and care for her subjects and friends she had placed above all treasures become nothing, meaningless to the Golden Sovereign as they had no monetary value.

White Lily’s Virtue of Freedom soon became a value akin to her dark counterpart, the wretched Dark Enchantress Cookie, but perhaps even worse. She ended up capturing the Faerie Kingdom who once saw her as a hero, under the guise and illusion she was keeping them ‘safe’, and when they rebelled and eventually perished at her hand, she sought to do the same for the rest of Crispia.

Pure Vanilla stood strongest, though his heart broke completely at watching all his friends save for you turn to the dark side, and in his heroic stricken heart, he immersed himself in a world of lies, where none of the bad things that had befallen upon all of you ever took place. His deceitful world, however, ended with corrupted whatever remained untainted of Crispia, causing the whole world to fall and be destroyed in chaos.

You hit solid ground, but you made no move to get up, slowly getting into a half kneel position, tears streaming gently down your face in thin rivulets as the visions plague your mind. You feel your heart slowly breaking, as you desperately tried to deny it.

“No… no… they.. they would never…”

Dawn Extract slowly stepped in front of you, their footsteps light as they came to a halt, and you could hear the sorrow, the pity and sympathy in thier voice as you feel your tears stream faster, their cold hands wiping them away from you in a masked attempt at comfort.

“But they will. It is inevitable. Your friend, White Lily Cookie, has fallen once, though not to her souljam.”

The Beast bends down in front of you, thier glossy cream eyes gazing into your deeply as you feel your heart slowly be wretched further into the depths of inexplicable sadness, your determination that was oh so strong, crumbling further by the second.

“Who is to say your other friends won’t be next? You saw it with your own eyes.

You tried so hard to deny that reality. But this Beast was one who had witnessed thier own friends be corrupted and turn into amalgamations of monstrous, almost demonic beings. This… this was your fate as well. To see all the cookies you loved with your heart be crumbled and destroyed.

“I… what was the point of fighting at all? If we… if we were all simply going to become just as corrupted as the Beasts we battle against?”

You mutter softly, your knees making contact with the ground as you quietly weep into your hands, the tears blurring your vision as you feel your form be swallowed by the darkness of the abyss of despair.

“Is this… how sorrow feels like?”

You whisper to yourself as the coldness of the dark consumes you into its depths, your vision fading to black as you mindlessly reach your hand out to the light that was fading faster by the second, your tears never ending as the abyss embraces you.

—— (Pure Vanilla POV Centric)

Pure Vanilla quickly strode through the hallways of the winding and curling hallways of an unfamiliar place that his souljam was guiding him and his friends through. He’d woken up from a sweet dream where he could fantasize about a world and life where him and his friends never experienced the tragedies and hardships that befell them.

His friends strode quickly behind in equal speed, the Consul of the Creme Republic having the most worried air surrounding him, despite the plainly calm though slightly stressed out expression on Clotted Cream Cookie’s face.

The Ancients have each other glances as he pulled on his sleeve slightly every so often as he gazed around the twisting hallways. They didn’t blame Clotted Cream. After all, he and you, despite the short amount of time you had known each other, had gathered some sweet affection.

It was a rather heartwarming thing to see, honestly. After seeing you break down in their arms after seething at them, regain back your souljam, helping you recover from years of isolation despite being in a kingdom that was built and thriving on your endless love and grace, despite being surrounded by citizen cookies who adored you with all thier hearts.

Pure Vanilla sighed softly as he tapped his staff on the uneven mirrored floors gently, his closed eyes fixating upon a large, ornate mirror with gold plated markings, his Light Of Truth shining and wavering more rapidly than before, and he felt his friend’s soul jams doing the exact same.

The group gathered in the front of the mirror, watching the milky glass swirl before them as their reflection faded and out came the memory that, save for White Lily Cookie and Clotted Cream Cookie, could recognize almost immediately. The day Gingerbrave had came to the other four Ancients in a despaired state, saying that you had smashed your souljam into pieces and sent it to be thrown into the fireplace.

You were pacing around the throne room, muttering angrily to yourself as you gave the Ancients a harsh glare, silencing any words they had tried to get out, your footsteps quick and rapid, your eyes almost staring through them.

“So, you all- come back to your senses only now? Only after decades, only after I establish a beautiful kingdom, where cookies are prospering, running on the streets, and have the best military and political party at my side, you want me to risk it all for a war you don’t even know you can win?!”

You slam your fist into a wall, your generals flinching back at your fury, your closest advisors slowly making their way to your side to calm you down, though you push their hands away with as much controlled rage to get your point across.

“Reader Cookie, you may not like what I’m going to say…”

HollyBerry’s voice rings out, her voice muffled through the mirror’s reflection, White Lily and Clotted Cream’s faces the only ones visibly surprised as the other four winced slightly as they recalled you, the Virtue of Gaiety, loose their temper so quickly.

“…but we are all just as responsible for Dark Enchantress Cookie’s return to EarthBread! After the Dark Flour War, we had done nothing to prevent her return!”

Your form stops in the mirror, and only then, did they all manage to get a vision of your face. Your once graceful and kind face contorted in pure bitter fury and rage as your voice chuckled bitterly.

“We? WE?! We are responsible? Tell me, my DEAR friends, who was the one who tried to keep our crumbling friendship together, and it was STILL futile?! ME! It was only ME, who tried!”

Your voice was shaking, filled with so much hate, rage and sorrow that your advisors themselves stepped back entirely, as you storm towards the Ancients who were standing at the base of your throne steps, gazing at your enraged form with shock.

“You do not- get to lump me with your- your foolish mistakes, when I did everything, EVERYTHING in my power, to keep us together! As friends!”

Your gaze, so piercing, and so fierce that even through the mirror’s glossy reflection, the cookies surrounding them shudder slightly at how your eyes, blazing with fury, if looks could kill, they would drop crumbling two times over.

“Hollyberry cookie, you- left your kingdom, abandoned your Light of Passion, all for exploration, abandoning your kingdom, leaving them vulnerable to attacks, and allowed a dragon- of all things! To take over your kingdom you were once so proud of.”

“Dark Cacao, you allowed yourself to become a- a useless king! You left tribes to fend for themselves, to rely solely on themselves against the terrifying monsters of the kingdom! All for a wall that crumbled the moment the threat you worked oh so hard to keep at bay rose up!”

“Golden Cheese Cookie, you decided instead of accepting your losses, and trying to find your still living subjects, you let yourself be lost in a world of digital bliss where your citizens were stopped in time, suffering the loss of the outside life, of being able to grow. Is that the Golden Sovereign’s Greed?”

“And Pure Vanilla Cookie. Had you not decided to be a- coward, and simply faced your fears head on, we would not be in this situation. And you are all here, asking me to give up all I have left for a war? You don’t even the decent to bring White Lily with you to change my mind. See yourselves out.”

The words were sneered, jeering, almost, as if the very intent was not to make them see the errors of their ways, but to hurt them as much as possible, and make their heart twist and clench in their dough. Even as the imaging fades from the mirror and the soul jams glow, subtly prompting them to move forward, the silence hung over them like a heavy cloud.

It had been a few months since that whole fiasco occurred. Even though, the four eventually did get you to join their side, the tension was still palpable. You refused HollyBerry’s invitations for drinks, avoided Dark Cacao and Golden Cheese’s attempts at talks and discussion like the plague, and Pure Vanilla’s effort were just as fruitless even as he knocked on your door during your stay in the Vanilla Kingdom. During meetings, you barely gave your input, only making the effort to speak and let your old self shine through most when flirting relentlessly with the Consul, much to your old friends’ chagrin. Meals was without your presence, and from what they could gather, you’d only eaten after everyone had been cleared of the hall.

White Lily was no different, even after you had met and reunited in the Faerie Kingdom, you were distant. Barely spoke a word to White Lily or Pure Vanilla, even words exchanged between Gingerbrave and his friends were short and rather cold. They understood, it was evident that while guilt plagued your heart, anger and the feeling of betrayal ran just as deep. Shadow Milk even poked fun at your obvious resentment and behavior, which only served for your negativity to fester deeper.

It was evident your icy exterior was starting to melt away, as Pure Vanilla recalled quietly to himself about his own corruption into the Truthless Recluse, how you had used your own dough as a shield between Gingerbrave, Strawberry and Wizard Cookie, your body cracking as you tried to reach through the Virtue of Truth’s heart to locate the cookie you knew was the kindest out of all of you.

Pure Vanilla had almost broke down after coming back to his senses, seeing how he’d failed to protect his friend again, apologizing repeatedly as he healed your broken wounds, and you’d simply smiled and patted his back reassuringly. The same smile the ruler of the Vanilla Kingdom remembered all so well when he first met you, during better times.

He wonders whether those times will ever come back. Whether the times when the group would get together around a campfire, laughing and smiling, before the burden of being a leader, before the burden of having the purest powers in the whole of EarthBread was entrusted upon you all. Your smile, he was sure, brought just a bit more joy to the Ancient’s faces.

He is snapped out of his thoughts as they come across another mirror, the surface rippling and wobbling as a low hum emitted from it when they tried to move closer to it, prompting the group to step back. The milky white surface cleared, showing you hunched over in your chamber rooms of your castle, they presumed, soft sobs wracking your form in the mirror.

“I- oh Witches, what have I done?”

Your cracked voice echoed in their ears, broken and defeated, and Pure Vanilla immediately recognized the regal clothes you wore, it was the same day that you had torn them apart, ripped their esteem and hope to shreds and thrown them out without a second thought that day.

“I feel so much… anger. I thought I would feel liberated, I felt all my hate drive me to say such terrible things…”

“But I feel empty.”

The imaging fades as the mirror cracks, perhaps to keep your dignity before it is completely wrecked, or a twisted game by the Beast that resides here to infiltrate the cookies’ hearts with sorrow. The only sound that the hallways echoed around them was the subtle weeping that made their hearts fill with an odd melancholy.

fin.

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An Ancient Cookies x child reader Headcanon !! How would they take care of them !!??

my first actual post! woohoo! i love the ancients sooo much. sorry if some of these headcannons feel less special than others, my creative juices definitely exploded all over the place while writing these, lol. -cookie cake

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✮-Ancient Cookies + GN!Kid!Reader -✮

(cws: mentions of death/implied child death, emotional absence. heavy angst in dark cacao + golden cheese's sections.)

Pure Vanilla

One of THE best parents of the bunch. Don't get me wrong, they're all great, but Pure Vanilla is. Well. Pure Vanilla.

Sooooo sweet and supportive. Will not force you to do anything that you don't want to, he's all about gentle encouragement and patience. He wants you to become the best version of you and that is incredibly apparent in every little thing he does.

He loves to take you out on walks with him. He's very much an outdoorsy kinda person. The world has given him so much that he's grateful for and he wants to instill that same love and appreciation inside you, too.

And if you ever get tired, he'll immediately offer to carry you. Doesn't matter if you're an adult now, you're still his baby!!

Cries over any of your achievements. It doesn't matter how big or small they are. He's just so damn proud of you!!!

He would never ever in a million years raise his voice at you. If he ever does, its not intentionally, and he immediately apologizes for it after.

Anything you take an interest in, he'll ask you allll about it. He wants to know everything.

Actually, he just asks you about a lot of things in general, you're one of his favorite people to talk to.

Speaking of talking to people, he LOOOOOVES talking about you to anyone who will listen. He's the dad that keeps, like, one of those massive tape albums in his wallet.

All of the images in it are only of you in various stages of life that he's taken over the years. He's always ready to show it off to anybody who asks! (As well as people who don't. He's so annoying about how much he loves you.)

Your number 1 supporter, no matter the time, no matter the place. He'd do nearly anything just to see you smile.

He doesn't care if you turn out to be somebody great, somebody horrible, or nobody in particular. You're the most wonderful person in the world to him.

Hollyberry

Do you like bone crushing hugs? I hope you do since that is what you'll be getting every single day now!

Another member of the "You could literally bite my hand and I would still coo and aww over you" club (the president of said club being Pure Vanilla Cookie)

For the first dozen years of your life, she actually cuts back on the Berry Juice, despite her love of it, she wants to be fully present for every single little moment of yours.

She goes out on little "hunts" (random adventures) whenever she isn't busy with her work as Queen. If you're the more adventurous type, like her, then she looooves taking you out with her!

Any and all of your "triumphs" together get put on the front page of the news, for everyone to see! (And also to give Wildberry cookie a heart attack!)

But no matter what danger you're in, she'll always make sure you're safe. It's her number one priority.

On the other hand, if you don't like to go out as much, she's more than fine with that too! (See: "member of the 'you could bite me and I'd still love you unconditionally' club")

When she's out and about, she's sending you all sorts of trinkets and souvenirs, and when she's back, she's aaaall over you, asking you how you've been, if she missed anything important, etc etc.

She'll even go out of her way to organize events that cater to your homebody-ness, royal balls, galas, parties, fares, you name it, she will not let a boring day go by for you. (Unless, of course, you want a boring day for once.)

Also: You have a dragon for an... uncle? aunt? auncle? Whatever the gender-neutral version of that word is. Anyways, yes, of course Pitaya Dragon Cookie knows all about you.

Even before they are "reformed," they're quite familiar with you and somewhat respectful towards you. As respectful as a dragon like them can be.

Hollyberry is a cookie that means a lot to them (As "rivals" tend to do. Insert a knowing gaze here.) and so you, by extension, mean a lot to them.

Of course, Hollyberry does NOT let you ANYWHERE near Pitaya at first. Only when they stop being an active threat does she ease up a bit.

At first, they don't really Get It, but that changes once Snapdragon enters the picture.

Oh. Oh thats why Hollyberry likes the small cookie so much.

If you are young enough, you essentially become Snapdragon's unofficial big sibling.

If you're on the older side, you become their go-to babysitter!

Either way, you get to take care of a very rambunctious dragon baby! Wahoo!

Spending time with you, in any way, is super important to her. She loves you, loves talking to you, loves doing anything with you, and she wants to do whatever she can to make sure you feel the same.

Dark Cacao

Dark Cacao is trying so hard, bless his heart.

You will spend a lot of time with him just learning. He wants to teach you so many things. He teaches you about the kingdom, about the snow, about the Licorice Sea and everything beyond it.

And he teaches you how to fight. Not because he wants you to, for from it. He hopes everyday that you'll never need to use these lessons.

But he knows, deep down, those hopes are in vain because those lessons they will be some of the most important he'll give.

He has. a lot of expectations for you. You will probably be denied a lot of simple pleasures that the other ancients would freely give.

But he loves you. And he is trying.

There may be times where you don't feel loved, but that is a lie. There will never be a moment under Dark Cacao's roof where you are anything other than his beloved child.

How he treats you changes depending if this is before or after Dark Choco betrayed him. If its after, he definitely becomes a lot more overbearing, especially since you're the sole heir to the Cacao Kingdom now.

He does not want you to become like him, that's for sure. He's made so many mistakes that he could make a mountain out of them, with even more regrets.

He doesn't want you to live like that. He wants you to live happy, because you are one of the few things in this world that has made him happy.

It is a lot. And he knows that. Which is why he tries all he can to prepare you. To protect you.

Because he loves you.

He loves you so, so much, its scary to him. Not because he loves you, no, you would never be something bad to him, but because he is scared of what will happen to you.

The world was cruel to him. He has seen so, so many people he cared for pass away like grains of said in the wind, but he refuses to let any chilling indifference take you away from him early.

He loves you so so much, beyond anything. He wants you to be happy in was he wasn't, because he loves you.

And his shoulder will always be free for you if you need a rest from it all.

Golden Cheese

You would think that Golden Cheese would be, like, the wine mom of the ancients,

And to be fair, she definitely is,

But she's ALSO the most overbearing!

Golden Cheese is greedy. She wants to keep her precious treasures with her at all times.

It just so happens that, to her, you're the most valuable thing inside her whole kingdom.

So, understandably, she wants to keep you safe.

This is doubled even moreso inside of the Virtual Kingdom. She lost everything dear to her once, she is NOT going to loose it all again, and ESPECIALLY not someone like you.

(She gets way better after the events of episode 18, but for a good while she keeps veeeery close tabs on where you are.)

Fun angst idea! If you just so happen to be one of the casualties of the Dark Flour War, she would be irreparable! Take all her treasures, damn them all, but not you. Anything but you.

Forgiving White Lily would be a lot more difficult to her, if that were the case, or at least it would weigh a lot more on her. You'd probably have to try and convince her yourself to let her off the hook.

Haha! Owch! Onto more stuff other than that!

She wants you to fly. Like. REALLY wants you to fly. Flying is one of the best experiences in the world to her and being able to fly with you, too? Even better.

She'll let you fall, it's important to her that you learn how to soar on your own, but she would never let you crash.

And if you do crash and she isn't able to catch you, she'll be with you in every step of your recovery process.

Anything you make her, regardless of the quality, gets put amongst her personal collection of treasures. She always wants to be able to see them in their most pristine condition.

Anyone that dares to question why she keeps a macaroni portrait you made of her gets sent to the dungeon. Bye-bye!

Funnily enough, I don't think she would spoil you rotten. I mean, you're a liiiiiiittle bit spoiled, you're still Golden Cheese Cookie's kid. But again, she wants you to learn how to soar on your own. She'll help if you ask for it, but she encourages you to go out and work for it yourself. The satisfaction of earning something is the best part! She's not gonna let you out on that.

Anytime you get a treasure of your own through sheer hard work and dedication, she holds the grandest celebration for you. No matter what that treasure may be. It may just be something small like making a friend for the first time, she doesn't give a fuck. She wants her kid to know how proud she is of them, and how much she loves them.

She doesn't cry often, but whenever you start to spread your own wings without her, she'll definitely let a few tears slip. She's so unbelievably proud of her greatest treasure.

White Lily

She is so unbelievably sweet and soft with you.

You make the world so wonderful to her, she wishes everyone could experience the sheer joy you bring into her life like she does.

One of her favorite things to do with you is to read bedtime stories. It's so simple, but she loves holding you with one arm, propping up a book with the other, and narrating some little story about a cookie and his friends going on fantastical journeys together.

She loves watching your little face react to all of the twists and turns, fighting off drowsiness as long as you possibly can just to see another page...!

Of course, she knows when to stop and when she does, she closes the book up, puts it in her lap and gives you a little kiss on the forehead to quell your cries of "just one more page!!"

After that, she tucks you into bed with all the care she can, turns off the lights, and puts away your book before slowly closing the door, checking ooone last time to see if you're really asleep.

She has a magical lilies set up inside your room to act as a night light just for you.

They glow with a the perfect amount of light, enough to keep you feeling safe, but not enough to keep you up.

A lot of the time she feels completely out of her depth, but she tries her best to do what's right by you.

... However there's still plenty of times where she has no idea what to do. In those cases, she goes straight to her best friend, who is waaaay better at this stuff than she is.

A lot of her parenting tactics are pretty similar to Pure Vanilla's, which is no wonder since basically anytime she needs advice about raising you, she goes to him.

Speaking of Pure Vanilla, just by being White Lily's kid, you end up spending a loooot of time with Pure Vanilla, too, just because he's the one she trusts the most to take care of her kid.

She wants to make the world a better place and you only double that desire inside of her.

If you come about before the Dark Flour War, she starts to throw herself even further into her studies of the origin of cookies.

If you aren't old enough to take care of yourself, you end up in the custody of Pure Vanilla for awhile. (See above section titled: "Pure Vanilla" to know what that's like.)

After the Dark Flour War, when she's revived by Elder Faerie Cookie, she realizes how much time was stolev away from the both of you.

She only hopes that she can make it up to you now.

[neeeooon]

hii idk if this has been done before but can I request for bllk boys x picky eater reader / reader with sensory issues esp when it comes to food (or even reader with arfid) 😅😋😋?

Any characters you want to write for, but pls pls pls include my bbg rin😴🥺🙏

ofcccccc i gotchu 💛 thank you for the request

when you’re a picky/sensitive eater ;

bf bllk x gn!reader. cw: angst in rin’s, mentions of ed’s

itoshi rin

-> when you were diagnosed with arfid, things finally made sense. you were teased for your picky palate growing up, and now you finally had a reason; a disorder, but a reason

-> no one understood why you couldn’t bring yourself to try new foods. why you ate at the same three restaurants over and over again, ordering the same items. rin didn’t completely understand, either, but at least he tried

-> “i’m sorry,” you choked out, humiliated and on the brink of tears. two of the items on your plate touched, and now in your eyes, it was all contaminated and inedible

-> rin reached for your hand and brushed his thumb over your knuckles. “it’s okay.” “it’s not! i’m too old to be this picky, i know that, but i can’t help it.” he just continued stroking his thumb over your hand. “you’re okay.”

-> you left the little cafe soon after that, and rin continued comforting you until you arrived at the drive-thru of your most reliable eat-out place. you ordered and they greeted you with a warm, familiar smile at the window

-> you ate together, with rin sneaking food from his meal into yours when you weren’t looking. “thank you for understanding. i know it’s annoying.” “it’s not annoying. i don’t care where we go as long as you’re comfortable and healthy.”

barou shouei

-> maid barou cafe??? he knows how to cook

-> when you start dating barou, you reject his proposals to cook for you because you’re embarrassed by your eating habits and don’t want to offend him

-> however, when he sits you down and asks “y/n, why won’t you let me cook for you?” with concern in his voice, you crack and tell him how picky you are and how much of a hassle it is

-> barou isn’t upset. if anything, he’s relieved. still sitting together, he creates a new note on his phone and asks you to tell him everything you can and can’t eat, how you like things prepared, what textures bother you the most, etc.

-> he lets you hover as he cooks for you, accepting every one of your little comments, adjustments, all of it

-> “like this?” “mhm. a-and those need a little more time in the oven… i’m sorry.” “don’t apologize. into the oven they go.” “thank you, shouei.” “you’re welcome, baby.”

itoshi sae

-> sae doesn’t make any comment when you pick at your food at dinner. when you subtly try to hide it with your napkin and ask about dessert too early in the night

-> he can’t ignore it when he’s laying with you in bed, head on your stomach, listening to the little growls of hunger. when he pulls you up by your hands and props you up on the kitchen counter as you stare at him in sleepy confusion. “what are you doing?” “i’m going to cook you something.”

-> you can’t hide your anxiousness. despite sae’s assumptions, you don’t have an eating disorder. you’re picky, especially when it comes to textures, and struggle to voice your issues aloud, so you avoid it. try to avoid it

-> “cook me something? why..?” “because you’re hungry.” “i’m not—“ “you are. don’t lie. what can i make you?” “… grilled cheese?” you have a few safety dishes, and grilled cheese, minimally golden brown, is one of yours

-> nodding once, sae grabs everything he needs to make two grilled cheese sandwiches. when you asked why two, he said one was for him, but was making enough for you to have seconds

-> “you’re too good to me.” “this is the bare minimum, y/n. if you’re hungry, i’ll feed you. i’ll learn what you can and can’t eat.” “… i love you.” “i love you, too.”

mikage reo

-> despite all the cooks reo has, the fancy restaurants he can take you to, the unlimited supply of groceries in his kitchen, you pack a lunch every time you visit your boyfriend

-> you grew up with an extremely sensitive palate. your parents loved this, bragging to people how you’d grow up to be a renowned sommelier, but you hated how crazy you felt when you couldn’t eat certain foods because you could taste things others couldn’t

-> “are you getting hungry? want me to order something—“ “no, it’s okay! i have my lunch, but you should get something if you’re hungry.” and he gives you a look before sighing. “are you mad at me?”

-> you’re confused. “mad?” “you never want to eat or go out to places with me :/ are you upset?” and you feel really bad cause he got it all wrong. “no, i’m not upset. i’m just… picky…” “oh. well, what do you like? i’ll make a list!”

-> “it’s not exactly… it’s hard to explain.” “try. i’ll listen!” so you tell him about your palate and reo takes notes as he listens. “okay. so only use this brand of salt. anything else?”

-> reo takes you to the store after that, letting you pick everything you enjoy, before taking you back to his home and asking you to show him how you like to prepare your meals

-> “this is too much…” “it’s not. i have a list now! no more packed lunches, okay?” “.. okay <3”

if you or someone you know is struggling with an eating disorder, here are a few resources that may help if you don’t feel comfortable reaching out to a trusted friend/family member: international helplines and support

[fanged-fanfics]

Hello can I request ancient Heroes raising a Kryptonian baby reader if that's possible?

Plot: basically the origins of Superman but instead of the Kents finding them it's the ancients.

☆ Successor To Greatness — Ancient Cookies & Doughbaby! Reader ☆

Genre: Platonic || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Pure Vanilla was likely who had found you, bringing you to the other Ancients at once. He was surprised anyone would be willing to abandon a doughbaby like this, and the second the other heroes saw you, they felt the same

ᯓᡣ𐭩 White Lily mentioned tales of doughballs falling from the stars, old anecdotes of mysterious arrivals and Cookies made of the stars themselves. With curiosity, the heroes concluded you must be of a similar fate

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Golden Cheese loved to have you around, she was one of the first to take to you and start picking up tasks. She'd ruled tons of subjects before, a doughball was practically the same thing... right-?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Hollyberry was the most naturally protective of you. You essentially became their shared responsibility the second you stumbled into their lives, but your mood always seemed to improve when she was handling you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Dark Cacao could sense the potential you carried when you started showing early signs of your power. He suggested early training to the others, but they all agreed you could be raised like every other Cookie just fine

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Pure Vanilla made sure any harm that came to you while learning your powers was healed immediately. He was a gentle parent to you, always one to talk things through with you and teach you how to use your powers responsibly

ᯓᡣ𐭩 White Lily helped you to learn patience, reassuring you when you felt discouraged that progress takes time. You were always encouraged to try, and she made sure you were never left out

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Hollyberry would make sure you'd follow your dreams, and to never lose sight of your ambitions. The passion in your soul jam is the best asset a Cookie can have, and she was always willing to try out new hobbies with you so you could find what you love

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Golden Cheese reminded you that you're worth the finest things in life, and that you should never settle for less. Prioritizing yourself should always come first, and Golden Cheese would give you gifts often to emphasize this

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Dark Cacao teaches you how to be firm when needed, that standing up for yourself is something you should never be ashamed of. As long as you're fighting with all you've got and with honor, he won't interfere

[caramelarrowswife]

DARK CACAO COOKIE AS YOUR FATHER!

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Because this old man needs a child to cheer him up <3

Father!Dark Cacao Cookie x GN!Child!Reader

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Needless to say, Dark Cacao gets EXTREMELY protective of you. He lost his son, he will not lose his remaining child.

You got a partner? Oh, that’s cute. Are they prepared for his 275-question interrogation? What do they do for a living? What’s their mayor? Are they trained in any type of martial art? What do they love most about you? Are they prepared for the consequences of breaking your heart? Would they throw themselves in front of a bullet for you?

He’s not very up-to-date with the norms of the current age. He’ll accept and love you if you’re gay or trans, but he might need Caramel Arrow or Crunchy Chip’s help with new terms.

Extremely old-fashioned. You do not get to sleep in the same room as your partner before you get married.

Dark Cacao will call you by your name in public, but has nicknames for you at home. ‘My little knight’, ‘Aegiya’ (Korean for ‘baby’), ‘my dear’.

He finds cooking a very important skill, so you grew up watching him cook something every night. He almost cried when you were in your cooking-ramen-every-night-phase.

You best believe he is not leaving your side after a failed assassination. He would rather host a meeting digitally (or, God forbid, host the meeting in your room) than leave you alone.

You have to play at least one sport, one instrument and one martial art. He loves playing the piano along with your instrument of choice or training with you in his free time.

He has to meet your friends at least seven times before you’re allowed to meet up with them without constantly being under a bodyguard’s careful watch.

You’ve decided to marry someone of an extremely low rank? Good for you! If you look closely, you can see Dark Cacao banging his head against the wall in the background. Don’t worry, he’ll come around… eventually.

Dark Cacao’s not a big fan of E-cigarettes. If he catches you vaping, he’ll sigh and tell you to smoke a cigarette like a normal person. Maybe he’ll realise he told you to smoke later in the night, which will result in a complete clearance of any type of cigarette in your room.

He was so proud of you when you killed your first rabid animal, most likely a Dire Creamwolf. His advisors were more than a little concerned.

The other Ancient Heroes absolutely adore you. Hollyberry Cookie fed you alcohol when you were nine (she was banished from the Kingdom for three months), Golden Cheese Cookie liked to fly really high up with you when you were a baby (Dark Cacao had a panic attack on the ground), White Lily Cookie will work in the royal garden with you and Pure Vanilla Cookie will do fun things with you and teach you a little bit of healing magic.

Dark Cacao is a big fan of classical music, especially Bach’s Goldberg Variations. He lies awake at night when you’re in a phase and blast B.A.D 4 music all day and night.

While Dark Cacao doesn’t always know how to show it, your opinion is extremely important to him. He already lost Dark Choco because he didn’t listen well enough (at least, so he thinks) he tries to be a better father for you.

Hollyberry got him drunk (on ‘accident’) the day you left for college. He called you, moping because his only child had ‘left him’.

He would literally pass through fire for you, but to eat the sweet things you consume religiously..? Most certainly not.

You convinced him to come with you to one of your favourite bands once. It ended up being something his therapist would hear about.

Dark Cacao likes musicals a lot better than movies, so you’ll be growing up with a lot of Lin Manual Miranda.

[kleptokure]

Warm Embrace ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

White Lily Cookie x GN!Reader

A/N: a request from anon <3 I've wrote rules down so you don't have to be left wondering what I will and will not write. And I will get to your SMC request, as I believe it's an adorable idea!

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Solitude. That is how White Lily Cookie would describe her life. Living in solitude, away from her friends in order to avoid becoming a bother after what she caused.

Nonetheless, a secret longing, a hidden desire, haunts White Lily Cookie whenever her mind goes across the thought. The notion of what she desperately craves, the loving touch from another cookie.

Though White Lily Cookie finds it hard to believe that she could ever be deserving of a beloved companion. After all, she deems Golden Cheese Cookie's prior afflictions to be her fault. How could she trouble her childhood friend? Is she truly worthy of a relationship so tender?

If not, she could always keep Pure Vanilla Cookie close, along with the children that played a part in her rescue.

But she fails to see much reason in carrying that out. Her friends feel so distant, even though forgiveness has been expressed on their part many, many times.

No matter the reassurance Pure Vanilla offers, White Lily cannot come to excuse herself for her past doings. White Lily Cookie dedicates endless effort to overcoming evil. Perhaps then she could be forgiven, but for the time being, she will keep to herself.

Though solitude comes to naught this time around. You, also a friend in her earlier days, came to reunite with her. Of course, White Lily Cookie did not forget you. Your warmth, that some might consider overbearing, was simply too strong of a memory to rid of.

In spite of that, she could not blame you if you fell silent at her reappearance. White Lily would halt her judgement if you went to the same lengths of distance that Golden Cheese has, since she believes such would only be deserved.

Going against her assumptions, you welcomed her with the brightest smile she claims to have seen. You were so giddy to see White Lily Cookie after her lengthy rest, an emotion she failed to foresee.

A reunion that she smiles when thinking of, you rushed to engulf her in a hug. Your arms wrapped around her figure, White Lily Cookie was far too incredulous to return your affection, which she deplores now. White Lily now remembers to reciprocate your fondness each time.

The moment could have brought her to tears, yet a nostalgic smile was laced upon her face instead. She denied ruining the moment with her tears.

White Lily Cookie will forever be thankful for your forgiveness, as without it, she is certain her cookie would be much more frail.

Ever since that day, you have remained at her side, stuck together like glue. The faeries have gotten used to you, considering it abnormal to see you two apart. White Lily would not prefer it any other way, since you have a way of brightening her day like no other.

Might it be a walk through the flowerbeds, tending to the chirpy blue birds, or merely gazing upon the stars when it comes dark out, each occurance is engraved into her mind. When it comes to you, she finds herself wanting more and more of your bubbly personality.

And you are more than happy to give, offering a snug embrace every morning. At dawn, inside of her abode, you tend to braid her hair for her. The feeling of your hands brushing through her hair provide her comfort, and she can only wish to give the same to you.

You insist that all is well, that she deserves to relax for once. With such a genuine expression, you give her sincere compliments for all she has managed to accomplish. Not to mention the consoling touch you hold on her hand. The mass of admiration you maintain for her causes her face to feel hotter, and White Lily is well aware of why.

This time, White Lily Cookie takes the initiative to hug you. It catches you by surprised, but you accept it all the same.

While hugging is always a joy with you, she only gave one to hide her flustered face.

After her discovery, White Lily Cookie has acted a bit shyer, straying from her soft-spoken self. You've noticed, but she denies any accusations you point her way. Avoiding your eyes, along with keeping a foot or two between you both, all while you have not done anything out of order. You fumble to remember the last instance where White Lily has behaved so hesitant.

Mecurial Knight Cookie, always the watchful eye, questions if something is wrong. In spite of what one might think, you settle his worries. You have accompanied White Lily Cookie long enough to be aware of when she is upset in truth, and now, she is not. An emotion more peculiar lies beneath.

Finishing up her nightly duties, White Lily Cookie bumps into you on her trail, which was intended on your side. To make matters worse, the moonlight shines especially nice on your dough tonight. Oh, how difficult you make it to keep a steady face.

"White Lily Cookie," you spoke her name so nicely, it makes her want to crumble. "I know something's wrong. Please, you can tell me." A plead coming from you, how can she refuse? It pains her to realize the worry she has made you experience.

Stepping away from the butterfly arch, you near close to her. This time, she falters to increase distance, allowing your hand to cup her cheek.

Even when she acts out, you continue to save kindness for her, she notes. White Lily releases a shaky sigh, unable to divert her gaze to the pale trees as she wishes. Your eyes are far too captivating.

"[Name] Cookie, I apologize. It's just that..." White Lily Cookie trails off, leaving you brimmed with anticipation. You disapprove of rushing her. Rather, you wait, allowing her to gather her thoughts.

"I’m in love with you, [Name] Cookie," she blurts out, regretting it within the second. To worsen matters, you stare at her with widened eyes. Is it disgust, or mere shock? Her anxious mind makes her believe the former sets as the truth.

Before her subconscious could do anything rash, you embrace her into a hug. White Lily Cookie finds that she fits quite well into your arms, your small cuddle holding tighter than usual.

You whisper, just for her to hear, an acception to her confession. She believes she must have heard wrong. As knowledgeable as she is, White Lily Cookie considers this moment to be a dream, one that she would not mind living in forever.

Returning to reality, White Lily Cookie allows her flower staff to fall, a thump heard when it hits the ground.

Using her now free hands to reciprocate your embrace, White Lily could almost whine. Going nearly a day without your touch is more sufferable than she thought. A mental note is made: to be upfront with her feelings. She deprived herself of love because of her bashfulness, which will be a one time occurance.

Might this be the beginning of a caring relationship, one that she has been yearning for? Maybe being honest with her feelings from the start would not have been so bad.

White Lily Cookie can tell you'll be more insistent to tag along on her checks around the kingdom, which she usually declines since you should be at rest. Though the thought of it does not sound so dreadful, since you will be deemed her partner now. She looks forward to spending even more time with you.

Nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck, White Lily Cookie finds the future of her life to seem additionally pleasing with you present.

Now her solitude will stay shared with another. Please, will you stay for eternity? White Lily is afraid you have turned her greedy. It is now your duty to fill the need you've made her hungry for, which she is certain you'll have no trouble doing. After all, you fullfil the requirement without being asked. What's a bit more to provide?

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊

𝖨𝗍 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 17𝗍𝗁-𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝖲𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆'𝗌 𝖲𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌 (𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝖽), 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝖨𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 1606. 𝖥𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗇 𝖲𝖾𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖡𝖺𝖼𝗁'𝗌 𝖢 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝖯𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗇. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖥𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝗁 𝖲𝗒𝗆𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖡𝗋𝖺𝗁𝗆𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖡𝖾𝗋𝗀'𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖶𝗈𝗓𝗓𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖡𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇'𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖯𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖦𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁: 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝖼𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒, 𝗋𝗁𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗆𝗂𝖼 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝖨𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍, 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅.

Requested: I took a few liberties on this request. Originally a soft launch masquerade escape. But the more I thought about how to develop the story; the more and more it started to form into something longer. I am deeply thankful for this request. Much love mi amor. I hope that this brings you as much joy and magic as it brought me.

Warnings: None other than it is a long fic.

13.7k words

Felix x Reader (mostly structured as gn! but fem implied a few times, in terms of noble titles and things of that nature.)

The grand ballroom shimmered beneath the glow of crystal chandeliers, each prism of light casting a cascade of glimmering reflections onto the polished marble floors. The air was thick with the intoxicating scent of roses, mingling with the soft, smoky tendrils of incense that curled lazily from golden braziers lining the walls; and the array of different pastries, meats, and cheeses that were being served. Soft laughter and the melodic hum of conversation ebbed and flowed, weaving through the haunting melody played by the orchestra- a passacaglia, its notes winding through the room like an ancient spell.

You stood at the edge of the grand ballroom, your fingers idly tracing the delicate lace along the bodice of your gown. The rich, midnight-blue velvet shimmered like the sea under moonlight, every movement catching the flicker of candlelight that adorned the grand space. Your mask, a piece of art itself, was silver, adorned with intricate filigree that sparkled as it clung to your face. It concealed the weariness in your eyes, but nothing could hide the restlessness brewing inside you.

The evening had unfolded with painstaking elegance, each guest arriving in a swirl of silk and velvet, their faces obscured behind ornate masks, as if anonymity could erase the weight of their noble lineage. The masquerade ball, hosted in honor of the crown prince and the possibility of his future engagement to the guest of his parents choosing, was the event of the season- a spectacle meant to display the wealth and grandeur of the kingdom, but to you, it was little more than a glittering cage. You were not here by choice but by duty, bound to the traditions of your family, an unwilling participant in the silent parade of arranged marriages and strategic alliances.

Your gaze swept across the ballroom, taking in the twirling figures who moved in perfect synchronicity, their steps as rehearsed as their lives. Every swirl of a gown, every glance exchanged behind jeweled masks, carried the weight of expectation- matches being made, futures being sealed with a dance. 

How revolting, you thought to yourself. Letting your future be dictated so easily…

Somewhere within the throng of guests, the prince lingered, though you hadn’t the faintest idea who he was. His presence was a specter that loomed over the evening, a title and a name whispered in corridors; a name that carried with it the heavy burden of royal obligation. Something you wouldn’t wish upon yourself as easily and as desperately as some of the women you had seen at this ball.

You let out a soft sigh, the sound barely audible beneath the symphony of strings, yet it echoed in the hollow space where your heart yearned for freedom. The grandeur of the ballroom, with its towering columns and sweeping arches, only made you feel smaller, more suffocated by the weight of it all. You were dressed like the rest, masked like the rest, yet the longing for something more- something real- clung to your soul like a heavy cloak.

Your eyes caught sight of the open archway leading out to the palace gardens. Evening time nature had always held a certain allure to you, and the soft glow of lanterns flickered in the distance, casting a warm, golden light over the darkened foliage; which made you drawn to its beauty even more. The gardens stretched out like a promise- a sanctuary far removed from the pretense of the ball. The thought of slipping away, of losing yourself in the quiet night air, was more tempting than anything this - although temporary - gilded prison could offer.

And so, with a deep breath, you began to weave through the crowd. Angling your body like a cat maneuvering its way through its master’s home. Each step was deliberate, your movements fluid and graceful, just as you had been taught. But beneath the calm exterior, your heart raced, the thrill of rebellion sparking in your chest. The thrill of leaving the one place your parents had asked you to spend your night. A place that they hoped would secure your future path. The further you moved from the heart of the ballroom, the lighter your steps became, the tension easing from your shoulders as you edged closer to freedom. 

Just as you reached the shadowed corridor that led out to the gardens, ready to throw off your gemmed disguise, a figure stepped in front of you, blocking your path. Startled, you glanced up, your breath catching in your throat as you adjusted your mask and met the gaze of a man under one as well, adorned in black and gold. His mask was exquisite, carved with intricate designs that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly glow under the lantern light. A mask more beautiful and thought out than any of the others you had seen throughout the night. His lips curled into a mischievous smile as he tilted his head, regarding you with an amused expression.

“Trying to escape, are we?” His voice was rich and smooth and very, very deep laced with a teasing edge. There was something oddly familiar about him, though the mask obscured his features too well for you to place him. His well kept hair looked soft and smooth, and stopped just above the base of his neck; it was dark and luscious, though with a keen eye you could tell he had dyed it preciously, and blended in the decadent brown to match that of his roots.

Your pulse quickened as you met his gaze - warm, brown eyes - but you held your ground, chin lifting slightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied, feigning innocence as your hand brushed against the smooth surface of the column beside you.

He let out a soft laugh, stepping closer, his presence as warm and magnetic as those gems you peered into. “You may be wearing a mask, but you’re not as good at hiding your intentions,” he teased, his eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. “Besides, no one would venture this far from the ballroom unless they had plans of escape.” His adam’s apple bobbed as he spoke in what you thought was a strangely excited tone.

For a moment, you considered denying it, but something about the way he looked at you- the knowing glint in his eyes, the playful curve of his lips- made you falter. It was as though he could see right through you, past the mask and the practiced poise, to the restless soul that longed for freedom- longed for something outside of structured survival.

“And what if I am?” you asked, your voice softer now, as though testing his reaction. “What’s it to you?”

His smile widened, a spark of something playful lighting up his features. “Well, if you’re leaving, it would be terribly rude to go without inviting me,” he said, his tone half-serious, half-teasing. “After all, it’s not every day you get the chance to escape from a ball like this one. And besides…” His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper as he leaned in slightly. “I’m not particularly fond of these affairs either.”

You could smell the scent of his skin as a flicker of surprise danced through you at his admission. He didn’t seem like someone who would have any trouble enjoying such a grand event. There was an air of confidence about him, as though he belonged in a place like this- a world of wealth and status. And yet, here he was, offering to join you in your escape, his dark eyes gleaming with the promise of adventure.

Curiosity tugged at you. “And why should I trust you?”

He chuckled softly, the sound low and melodic, like the music still echoing from the ballroom. “Because I’m probably the only one here who wants to leave just as badly as you do. If not more,” he said, his tone light but laced with sincerity.

For a moment, you hesitated, studying the masked stranger before you. There was something disarming about him- something that made you feel like you weren’t entirely alone in your desire to flee this gilded cage. And as the strains of the organs and violins and other instruments drifted through the air, a decision settled in your heart.

You gave him a small, almost imperceptible nod, your lips curving into a subtle smile. “Alright,” you said quietly. “Let’s escape.”

The soft strains of the passacaglia faded into the distance as you stepped away from the glowing ballroom, slipping into the quiet shadows of the palace corridors. The masked man followed close behind, his footsteps echoing faintly against the cool marble. The air outside the bustling ballroom was still, the weight of expectation lifting ever so slightly with each step you took away from the grandeur.

He moved with a quiet grace, his black and gold ensemble blending seamlessly into the darkness, but there was a lightness to his demeanor that made the tension in your chest begin to unravel. He seemed kind. Pure.

The corner of his powder pink lips still held the faintest curve of amusement as he glanced at you, as though the mere act of escaping a ball was the most entertaining thing in the world. You didn’t know if you trusted your eyes in the dimming lighting; but you were almost sure of a splash of freckles across his covered face.

The corridor opened up into a long, sweeping balcony that overlooked the palace gardens, the scent of jasmine and night-blooming flowers wafting on the gentle breeze. The lanterns lining the pathways below cast a soft, golden glow, painting the lush foliage in shades of amber and shadow. You paused, resting your hand lightly on the cool stone railing, the air around you thick as you took a second to to take everything in.

"Not too late to turn back, you know," he murmured behind you, his voice low and laced with that same teasing edge.

You glanced over your shoulder, catching the glint of his eyes beneath the mask, but you shook your head. "No. I’m done with all of this," you replied quietly, the weight of your words lingering between you. “Besides, you act as if I’m truly escaping and not just finding a way to get away from the sea of people. I’ll have to return eventually although if my parents weren’t so focused on my existence maybe I could get away with a true escape.” You tilted your head up to the night sky and closed your eyes, letting the moon rays wash over your face.

There was a pause as he studied you, his expression softening slightly. "It’s not the ball you’re running from, is it?"

His question settled like a stone in your chest, the truth of it sharp and undeniable. You didn’t answer right away, the cool air swirling around you as memories- painful and unwanted- pressed at the edges of your mind. The ballroom wasn’t the source of your restlessness, but rather the cruel reminder of everything you had lost.

The past that still clung to you, no matter how much you tried to shake it off.

You let out a breath, your gaze slipping from the sky to the moonlit gardens below. "No," you admitted softly. "Not entirely."

You didn’t elaborate, and he didn’t push. Instead, he stepped beside you, his presence a quiet reassurance as he too looked out over the sprawling garden.A large but soft looking hand rested just inches away from yours. The distant hum of the party drifted faintly on the breeze, but here, in this small pocket of the night, it felt as though you had escaped.

"I never understood the appeal of these things," he said after a moment, his tone lighter now, as if sensing the need to break the somber tension. "All this…pomp and circumstance. A ball to celebrate a prince who doesn’t even believe in arranged marriages." He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Quite the irony, don’t you think?"

You glanced at him, eyebrows lifting in curiosity. "And how would you know that? Not many know much other than the name of Prince Felix."

He shrugged, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. "Perhaps I have my ways," he said cryptically. "Or perhaps I’m just a very good listener."

You couldn’t help but smile at that, the corners of your mouth tugging upward in spite of yourself. There was something disarming about him- his easy charm, his quick wit. It was as though he had mastered the art of cutting through the heaviness of the world around him, offering a glimpse of something lighter, freer. And in that moment, you were grateful for it.

You leaned against the railing, the cool stone grounding you as the weight of the evening began to lift, even if only for a moment. "I can’t say I’m surprised," you said, your voice quieter now. "About the prince, I mean. He sounds just as trapped as the rest of us."

The words slipped out before you could stop them, but the truth in them felt right. You had spent too many evenings in rooms like the ballroom you had just left, watching as people- yourself included- were molded into the roles they were expected to play. Daughters of noble families, destined to marry well. Sons of kings, fated to rule. All of it a carefully orchestrated dance, with no time in between from one routine to another, and you were tired of it.

The thought of arranged marriages twisted painfully inside you, a fresh reminder of the very reason you were at this ball tonight. Your family, ever eager to see you wed into a beneficial alliance, had pressured you into attending after your heart had already been broken.

Your mind wandered back to the face of the man you thought you had loved- a man you had trusted with your heart, only to see him marry someone else. Someone within your own family. Your ever beautiful cousin; a woman of many’s dreams. Including your first love’s. The memory was a bitter one, filled with betrayal and loss. You had been so sure of him, so convinced that the promises whispered in secret would be fulfilled. But in the end, those promises had crumbled, and you had been left standing in the shadow of a love that had never truly been yours.

The stranger’s voice pulled you back from the edge of that painful memory. "If we leave now," he said, his voice quiet but filled with a hint of excitement, "we could make it to the northern courtyard before anyone notices."

You blinked, turning to look at him. His eyes sparkled with mischief, a glimmer of adventure lighting up his features. Blinding white teeth visible with this smile. For a moment, the weight of your past faded, replaced by the irresistible lure of escape. The night stretched out before you, the palace gardens bathed in moonlight, and the promise of momentary freedom dangled just within reach.

"Lead the way," you said softly, your voice carrying a renewed sense of determination. You didn’t know this man- this masked stranger who had appeared out of the shadows- but in this moment, with the past pressing in on you and the future uncertain, you found yourself trusting him.

He offered you his arm with a flourish, the gesture playful and extravagant, and for the first time that evening, you laughed- a soft, genuine sound that eased the ache in your chest.

And so, together, you began to make your way down the winding paths of the palace garden, the scent of night-blooming flowers thick in the air as the moonlit night wrapped itself around you both like a cloak of secrecy.

As you walked in silence, side by side, you couldn’t help but feel that this escape- this fleeting moment of rebellion- was exactly what you needed. Not just from the ball, but from the past that still haunted you, and the present duties you were forced to attend to. The unbelievably vast garden, with its twisting paths and hidden alcoves, became your sanctuary, a place where the weight of your title, your past, and your broken heart could be left behind, if only for a little while.

The soft shuffle of footsteps on gravel was the only sound that accompanied the two of you, as the faint hum of distant revelry from the ballroom faded into nothingness. You said a silent prayer of thanks that you had opted to wear flat shoes rather than the heels your mother wished for you to wear. You slipped deeper into the night, the world around you bathed in silvery moonlight, and the air cool against your skin.

As you walked, the man- though you still didn't know his name- led you with an easy confidence, as if he had wandered these gardens many times before. His hand, still gently clasping your arm, was steady and warm and soft, offering a silent comfort. You couldn’t help but steal glances at him, the soft lines of his jaw softened even more by the glow of the moon, his lips still curled in a slight, knowing smile.

A flicker of curiosity ignited in your chest. Who was this mysterious man? A noble, surely- his posture, his mannerisms all pointed to someone accustomed to the life of luxury and royalty. Yet there was a certain something in him, something that set him apart from the rigid, stifling world you had come to despise.

"You seem to know your way around these gardens well," you mused, your voice barely louder than a whisper, as though the night itself was a fragile thing that could shatter at any moment.

He turned to look at you, the faintest tilt of his head, his eyes gleaming with mischief beneath his mask. "A lifetime of attending dull balls has its advantages," he replied. "You learn the escape routes rather quickly when you’ve no desire to be in the spotlight."

Your heart stirred at his words. There was a shared understanding in his tone, an unspoken bond between the two of you- both running from expectations, from the gilded cages built around you. His mask, just like yours, was more than a disguise for the evening. It was a symbol of the lives you both were forced to play, lives that felt so far removed from who you truly were.

"Why are you so eager to leave?" he asked softly, his voice curious but gentle, not pressing too hard.

The question lingered in the cool air, and for a moment, you weren’t sure how to answer. You hesitated, the painful memories that had been simmering beneath the surface starting to stir once more. The weight of your past settled heavily on your chest, and the words you had been avoiding for so long came rushing forward before you could stop them.

"I was supposed to be married by now," you admitted, the words barely escaping your lips. "To someone I thought I loved."

You could feel his gaze on you, though you kept your eyes fixed ahead, unwilling to meet his gaze. It had been months since you had spoken of the heartbreak that still lingered in your heart, but here, under the cover of the night and the anonymity of your masks, it felt like you could finally breathe out the truth.

"He married someone else. Someone in my family." You let out a bitter laugh, though it came out more as a breath. "It was all arranged. I suppose that’s why I find myself here, at yet another ball, expected to try again."

Felix was silent for a moment, though his presence remained close and steady. "That’s…cruel," he said finally, his voice quiet, but there was an edge to it- something almost protective. "To be forced to stand aside like that, after everything."

You nodded, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat. "It was all politics, in the end," you said, your voice tinged with a bitter edge. "I should have known better. Love has no place in this world, not for people like us."

The words were out before you even realized what you had said- 'people like us.' You hadn’t meant to lump him into your world, your burdens, but there was something in his demeanor that made you feel he understood. Perhaps he, too, had been forced to endure the suffocating weight of expectations.

He didn’t respond immediately, but you could feel a shift in the air between you, a quiet understanding settling in the space. His grip on your arm tightened ever so slightly, as if offering you silent reassurance.

"Is that why you were trying to leave?" he asked, his voice softer now, more serious.

You nodded. "I can’t stand the thought of being paraded in front of them all again. Of pretending that I’m fine, that I don’t care." You glanced up at him, meeting his gaze for the first time in what felt like hours. "But I do care. It hurts, more than I’d like to admit."

He held your gaze for a long moment, something shifting behind his eyes. For the first time, the playful mask he had worn seemed to falter, revealing a glimpse of the man beneath. There was a tenderness there, a quiet empathy that made your heart twist in an unfamiliar way.

"I understand," he said, and there was a weight to his words that made you believe him. "More than you know."

You were about to ask what he meant by that when his expression shifted, the teasing smile returning to his lips as he straightened and gestured ahead. "Come on, we're not far from freedom now. The northern courtyard is just through that archway."

You followed his gesture, spotting the stone archway that led out into the gardens beyond. Your heart quickened at the sight- an escape, at last. But there was something about the way he had spoken just moments ago that lingered in your mind, a nagging curiosity that wouldn’t let go.

As you stepped through the archway and into the courtyard, the night seemed to open up before you. The lanterns lining the pathway were dimmer here, casting soft pools of light across the cobblestones. The stars above twinkled brightly in the sky, their light unburdened by the heavy air of the ballroom behind you.

You let out a breath, the cool night air filling your lungs. For the first time all evening, you felt like you could breathe. Truly breathe.

Felix released your arm and took a few steps ahead, spinning on his heel to face you with a dramatic display. "Well, my lady," he said with exaggerated formality, "it seems our daring escape has been a success."

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bright and unexpected. There was something about his presence that made the heaviness in your chest lift, even if only for a moment. "A success indeed," you agreed, playing along with his theatrics. "Though I’m afraid we’re not entirely free just yet. They’ll come looking for us soon enough."

He grinned, the mischievous glint in his eyes returning. "Then we’d better make the most of our freedom while we have it, don’t you think?"

He offered his hand to you once more, and this time, you didn’t hesitate to take it. His fingers curled gently around yours, warm and steady, as he led you deeper into the courtyard. The moonlight filtered through the treetops, casting delicate patterns of light and shadow across the path ahead, and for a moment, the world felt quiet, still- just the two of you, lost in the night.

As you walked side by side, your thoughts wandered back to his earlier words. He had said he understood. That he, too, was trapped in this world of politics and expectations. But who was he, really?

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, your curiosity growing. "You seem to know a lot about this world," you said, your voice light but probing. "More than just a casual guest at a ball."

His lips twitched into a knowing smile, though he didn’t look at you. "I suppose I do."

"And yet, you still haven't told me your name."

He chuckled softly, finally turning to face you. "Names are such a burden at these things, don’t you think? They come with so many expectations, so many…limitations."

You raised an eyebrow, your curiosity piqued. "And what should I call you, then, if not by your name?"

He paused for a moment, as if considering, before his smile widened. "For tonight, you can call me whatever you wish."

The playful glint in his eyes made your heart skip a beat, but you couldn’t help but laugh at his evasiveness. "Very well, then," you said, shaking your head in amusement. "But one day, you’ll have to tell me."

"Perhaps," he said, his voice soft and teasing. "If you manage to catch me."

And with that, he released your hand and dashed ahead, disappearing into the shadows of the garden with a lighthearted laugh that echoed in the night. You stood there for a moment, stunned by his sudden departure, before a smile spread across your face.

The chase was on.

The soft rustle of the night breeze carried the faintest sound of his laughter as he disappeared deeper into the garden. His playful challenge lingered in the air, and for a moment, you stood frozen, your mind caught between amusement and intrigue. He had slipped away as effortlessly as a shadow, leaving you standing beneath the stars with only the moon for company.

A smile tugged at your lips, and you felt a spark of something unfamiliar- something that felt amazing. Your heart quickened as you stepped forward, your feet carrying you along the dimly lit path in search of him. There was something enchanting about this midnight chase, as though the gardens themselves had come alive with the energy between you and the masked stranger.

“Catch him?” you muttered under your breath, glancing around for any sign of him. “I wasn’t expecting to play a game tonight.”

Your gown swirled around your legs as you moved, the soft fabric brushing against the cool stone pathway. The night was alive with possibilities, the thick walls of expectation and duty that usually confined you falling away, leaving only the thrill of the unknown.

As you ventured deeper into the garden, you passed tall hedges and fragrant blossoms, their petals glowing softly in the moonlight. The air was rich with the scent of flowers, mingling with the crisp breeze that swept through the courtyard. It felt like stepping into a dream, one where time itself seemed to slow down, allowing you to savor each moment.

And then, in the distance, you caught a flicker of movement- just the briefest glimpse of a figure slipping behind a tall hedge, his silhouette barely visible in the shadows. Your heart leapt, and without hesitation, you followed, your footsteps quickening as you turned the corner.

There he was, standing by a marble fountain at the heart of the garden, its waters shimmering beneath the silver glow of the moon. His back was to you, but you could sense the smile that curved his lips. His hands were tucked casually into the pockets of his coat, as though he had been waiting for you all along.

"I thought you were going to catch me," his voice floated through the night, teasing and light.

You approached slowly, your curiosity mixing with the adrenaline of the chase. "You’re quite good at slipping away, aren’t you?" you replied, your voice carrying a playful edge. "But I don’t plan on letting you disappear so easily this time."

He turned to face you, the mask still obscuring his features, but his eyes were bright with amusement. "And here I thought you enjoyed the mystery," he mused, stepping closer. "Isn’t that what makes this night so special? The not knowing? The freedom from all the things that weigh us down during the day?"

You stopped just a few paces away from him, the distance between you charged with the unspoken tension that had been building since the moment you met. His words hung in the air, filled with more meaning than perhaps either of you were ready to admit.

It was true- there was a kind of magic in the anonymity of the night, in the way your masks allowed you to shed the roles you were forced to play. But as much as the mystery intrigued you, there was also a part of you that wanted to see beyond it. To know the man who had swept you away from the ballroom and into this dreamlike escape.

"Perhaps," you said slowly, your gaze locking with his. "But I also believe there’s something to be said for truth. For knowing who you’re standing next to in such moments."

A flicker of something- hesitation, perhaps -passed through his eyes, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. He took another step toward you, his movements graceful and confident, as though he belonged to the night itself.

"Truth is a dangerous thing, especially at a ball like this," he said, his voice lower now, almost a whisper. "But I suppose I can offer you a glimpse."

He reached up slowly, his gloved fingers brushing the edge of his mask. For a moment, your breath caught in your throat. Was he really about to reveal himself? The world seemed to still, the sounds of the garden fading into the background as the moment stretched between you.

But just as his hand began to lift the mask, a sudden rustling sound broke through the quiet, startling both of you. Felix’s hand froze, and his head snapped toward the source of the noise, his expression shifting from playful to alert in an instant.

Before you could react, he stepped forward and took your hand, pulling you behind one of the tall hedges. His movements were quick and fluid, as though he had done this many times before. You followed him without question, your heart racing as you slipped into the shadows, hidden from view.

"Shh," he whispered softly, his lips close to your ear as you pressed against the hedge. "It seems our escape has been noticed."

Your pulse quickened at his words, and you leaned slightly forward, peeking around the edge of the hedge. In the distance, you could see a few figures emerging from the entrance to the garden, their voices low but urgent. They were too far away to make out any details, but it was clear that they were searching for someone.

For you, perhaps.

You let out a soft sigh, your earlier sense of freedom slipping away as the reality of the situation crept back in. Of course they would come looking for you- it was only a matter of time. Your parents knew how you were, and although you paid off the guards in attendance in your parent’s place, you shouldn’t have been so hopeful. You were supposed to be inside, playing the part of the dutiful guest, smiling and pretending that you belonged in that world of arranged marriages and political alliances.

Felix’s hand was still wrapped around yours, and the warmth of his touch grounded you, pulling you back from the edge of your spiraling thoughts. He was calm, unbothered by the approaching footsteps, and for some reason, that made you feel calmer too.

"They won’t find us," he murmured, his voice soft but certain. "Not unless we want them to."

You turned to look at him, your heart still pounding in your chest. "You sound awfully sure of yourself."

He grinned, that playful spark returning to his eyes. "I’ve had plenty of practice avoiding the prying eyes of nobles and guards. Trust me, I know how to disappear when I need to."

There was something in his tone- something almost too knowing -that made you pause. He had hinted before that he was more than just another guest at the ball, but now, you were beginning to wonder just how deeply his secrets ran.

"Who are you?" you asked quietly, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

For a moment, he didn’t answer, his gaze flickering between you and the figures in the distance. Then, finally, he sighed, his shoulders relaxing as if he had come to a decision.

"You’re not going to let that go, are you?" he asked, though there was no irritation in his voice. In fact, he sounded almost amused.

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. "I told you, I prefer truth to mystery."

He chuckled softly, the sound warm and rich, despite the tension in the air. "Very well, then." He hesitated for a moment, his eyes locking with yours, before he spoke again. "My name is Felix."

Your breath caught in your throat at his words. Felix. You had heard that name before everyone had- whispers of it in the court, spoken in hushed tones by those who dared to speak of the royal family. Prince Felix, the middle child yet only son of the king, known for his charm and his defiance of tradition.

It all clicked into place then- the way he had spoken about the ball, his disdain for arranged marriages, his ease with slipping away from the crowd. He wasn’t just another noble guest.

He was the prince himself.

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could say anything, he held a finger to your lips, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Shh," he whispered, his tone light. "Let’s keep that between us for now, shall we?"

Your mind was spinning, but you nodded, your lips curving into a small, incredulous smile. "A prince," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of disbelief and amusement. "And here I thought you were just another bored noble."

He grinned, his eyes gleaming beneath his mask. "I suppose I am, in a way. But perhaps a little more rebellious and…privileged than most."

Before you could respond, the sound of the approaching figures grew louder, and Felix’s expression shifted once again, his playful demeanor giving way to something more serious.

"We’ll have to continue this conversation later," he said, his voice low. "For now, we need to move."

And with that, he took your hand once more, pulling you deeper into the shadows as the figures drew nearer, your heart racing with the thrill of the chase.

Felix’s grip on your hand was reassuring as he led you deeper into the verdant labyrinth of the garden. The distant sounds of laughter and music from the ball began to fade, replaced by the rustling leaves and the soft trickle of water from the fountain. Each step felt charged with a mix of excitement and danger, the thrill of the unknown igniting your senses.

“Where are we going?” you asked, your curiosity piqued as you navigated through the hedges. His fingers intertwined with yours felt warm, grounding you amidst the chaos.

“Somewhere they won’t think to look,” Felix replied, glancing over his shoulder with a playful smirk. “The garden has its secrets, just like its guests. We’ll use them to our advantage.”

As you moved further into the garden, you could feel the air shift. The shadows deepened, and the path began to twist and turn, leading you away from the bright lights of the ball and into a secluded nook, fragrant with the scent of night-blooming flowers. It felt almost otherworldly, as if you had crossed into another realm where time stood still.

“Have you explored this garden before?” you asked, still intrigued by his confidence.

He chuckled softly, a low sound that sent a flutter through your stomach. “A few times, yes. It’s my little escape when the palace feels too constricting. I’ve often thought it would be more fun to host a ball out here- under the stars and away from all the expectations.”

You raised an eyebrow, considering his words. “A ball with no rules? That does sound appealing.”

“Exactly! No arranged marriages, no suffocating etiquette- just dancing, laughter, and maybe a bit of mischief.” He shot you a knowing glance, his expression a blend of playful challenge and sincerity. “Speaking of mischief, do you have any experience in sneaking around?”

You laughed softly, feeling a sense of camaraderie begin to blossom between you. “You could say that. My last relationship ended with me sneaking out to avoid a proposal.” The words slipped out before you could stop them, a reminder of the tangled web of emotions that still lingered in your heart.

Felix turned to face you, his expression shifting to one of genuine curiosity. “A proposal? That sounds serious. I thought you said…” He trailed off.

You nodded, the memories flooding back- of whispered promises, stolen glances, and the heartbreaking moment when the man you thought you loved married your cousin. It had felt like a betrayal, a cruel twist of fate that had left you feeling lost and alone. “A proposal that didn’t include me.”

Felix’s gaze softened, and he took a step closer, the distance between you shrinking as he searched your eyes. “I’m sorry to hear that. It must have been painful to go through.”

“It was,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “But it also made me realize I want more than that kind of life- one dictated by tradition and obligation. I want to choose my own path.”

His expression brightened, a glimmer of understanding flashing in his eyes. “Then you’re exactly where you need to be- out here, with me, under the stars. This moment is yours to seize.”

His words hung in the air, infused with a sense of liberation. You felt a warmth spread through you, igniting a spark of hope that perhaps the night held more than just fleeting escapism. Perhaps it could be the beginning of something new.

Just then, a rustling sound broke through your moment of connection, and Felix’s playful demeanor shifted back to alertness. “We need to keep moving. Come on!” He grabbed your hand once more, pulling you further into the labyrinth of greenery.

Felix paused at a particularly dense cluster of flowering vines, his expression conspiratorial. “We’ll hide here for a moment,” he said, pulling you behind a thick curtain of ivy. The scents surrounding you were rich and intoxicating.

You pressed against the cool wall of leaves, your heart racing not just from the thrill of hiding but from the closeness of him. His shoulder brushed against yours, and you could feel the warmth radiating off him. The night air was charged, the kind of electricity that crackled between two souls on the brink of something more.

“What do you think they’ll do if they find us?” you whispered, a playful edge creeping into your voice.

Felix leaned in slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh, I imagine there would be quite the fuss. They might send a search party, complete with torches and pitchforks,” he joked, his laughter softening the tension.

Your heart fluttered at his playful demeanor. “And what would you do then, your Highness?” you teased back, using his title with a playful lilt.

He grinned, clearly enjoying the banter. “I would charm them into letting us go, of course. I’ve had some practice dodging unwanted attention.”

“Is that how you avoid the arranged marriages?” you asked, the question slipping out before you could think twice.

Felix paused, his expression turning serious. “That’s one way, yes. But the truth is, I don’t believe in them. Love shouldn’t be a transaction or a duty; it should be a choice- a feeling that binds two people together, not a contract.”

His words resonated deeply with you, a reflection of the sentiments you had long harbored. “I completely agree. I want love, not obligation. Sometimes…I hate the world I was born into.”

His gaze held yours, a silent understanding passing between you. “Then let’s create our own world tonight- one where we can be whoever we want to be, without the weight of expectations.”

Just as you were about to respond, the sound of footsteps approached again, and you both instinctively held your breath, pressing deeper into the hiding place. The voices grew clearer, and you could hear the urgency in their tones as they called your name, searching for you amid the garden's shadows.

“Where could Lady Y/N have gone?” one voice asked, tinged with concern. “You don’t suppose she just left?”

Felix looked at you, his expression a mix of amusement and determination. “Y/N…it's a pretty name. We might need to improvise,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the noise.

“Thank you, but improvise how?” you whispered back, a hint of panic rising in your chest.

He chuckled softly, his eyes glimmering with mischief. “Follow my lead.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he took your hand again and pulled you along the wall of ivy, guiding you toward a narrow archway that led to a hidden alcove. The sound of the search party faded as you slipped away, your heart racing not just from the thrill of the chase but from the excitement of being so close to him.

You emerged into a small, moonlit clearing surrounded by towering trees, their branches swaying gently in the night breeze. The stars above twinkled like diamonds, casting a soft glow over the scene, and for a moment, it felt like you had stepped into a fairy tale.

Felix turned to you, a playful smile spreading across his face. “See? No one knows we’re here. Just you, me, and the night.”

You couldn’t help but smile back, the earlier tension melting away. “This is… incredible. Although, I’m slightly concerned with how large your garden is. We’ve only walked through a fraction of it, yet it would take years to find someone if they were lost.” You joked, looking around.

He stepped closer, the air thickening with an unspoken connection. “Well it does circle around the entire castle. We’re just making our way back to the beginning. But- What do you want to do now? This is our chance to milk more time so- what should we do first?” He sounded so serious, with such a childlike joy and determination.

Your mind raced with possibilities, the freedom of the moment washing over you. “Let’s explore! I want to see it all- the hidden corners, the secret paths.”

Felix nodded, his eyes alight with enthusiasm. “A grand adventure it is, then! We’ll make tonight one to remember.”

As you ventured further, laughter and lightness replaced the earlier worries that had clouded your heart. With each step you took alongside Felix, you felt the burdens of the past begin to lift, leaving behind only the thrill of the unknown and the promise of a night filled with magic.

As you and Felix ventured deeper, the moonlight cast playful shadows on the ground, illuminating your path like the soft glow of a candle. The fragrant blooms surrounded you, their scents mingling in the air, creating a sensory tapestry that felt both surreal and liberating.

“Over there!” Felix exclaimed, pointing toward a cluster of ivy-draped stone benches tucked beneath an ancient oak tree. The gnarled branches of the tree stretched out above you like protective arms, creating a natural canopy that felt secluded yet welcoming.

You followed him to the benches, your heart racing not just from the thrill of the night but also from the way he looked at you- like you were the most captivating mystery he had ever encountered. As you settled onto the bench, you brushed your fingers against the rough stone, feeling the coolness beneath your touch.

“Do you often escape to this particular garden garden?” you asked, turning your attention back to him, wanting to know more about the prince who had just upended your night. “The…East garden, yes? Since we came from the West wing and made our way through the North gardens.”

Felix leaned back, and nodded a thoughtful expression crossing his features. “The East gardens…whenever I can yes. It’s my sanctuary, a place where I can breathe without the weight of expectations on my shoulders. Most people only see the prince; they forget I’m just a person like anyone else.”

The sincerity in his voice resonated within you, echoing your own feelings of being trapped in a role that didn’t fit. “I understand that,” you said softly, your gaze drifting away to the moonlit petals around you. “I used to think love would liberate me, but it became a cage instead.”

Felix’s eyes sharpened, his interest piqued. “What do you mean?”

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself to share the story that had long haunted your heart. “As you know I was in love with someone I thought was my soulmate. We dreamed of a future together, but when he was betrothed to my cousin, everything shattered. It felt like I had been robbed of my choice, of my happiness.”

Felix’s expression softened, his eyes filled with empathy.

“I felt betrayed, not just by him but by everything- family expectations, societal pressures. I thought love was supposed to be freeing, but it turned into a nightmare.”

He leaned closer, his voice gentle yet firm. “Love shouldn’t be a prison. It should uplift you, inspire you. I can’t imagine what it felt like to have that taken away from you.Thats why I’m so keen on not allowing it to be taken from me.”

The honesty in his words stirred something within you, a flicker of hope that perhaps there was still a chance for something genuine. “And yet, here we are, escaping a ball meant for a prince who doesn’t believe in arranged marriages,” you said, a hint of a smile playing on your lips.

Felix chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. “It feels absurd, doesn’t it? All these people parading around, pretending they care about tradition when all I want is to choose my own path. Maybe we’re not so different after all.”

The connection between you deepened, intertwining your experiences in a way that felt both comforting and exhilarating. “You’re right. I just want to find my own happiness, my own kind of love.”

Felix’s gaze held yours, and in that moment, the world around you faded away. “Then let’s make a pact-no more hiding, no more pretending. Let’s embrace who we really are, even if it’s just for tonight.”

His words resonated within you, a call to break free from the chains of your past. “I agree. Let’s be ourselves, if only for a few hours.”

With a playful grin, Felix stood and offered you his hand, helping you up from the bench.

As you wandered through the winding paths, Felix pointed out the various flowers, each with its own story and charm. “This one is called moonflower. It blooms only at night, just like we are now,” he said, his voice tinged with enthusiasm. “And over there, that’s a midnight rose. Legend has it that if you make a wish while standing next to it, it will come true.”

You laughed, your spirit lifting with each moment spent in his company. “What will you wish for?”

He paused for a moment, his expression contemplative. “To break free from the chains of expectation,” he said quietly, his gaze steady. “And to find a love that is real, not dictated by duty.”

Your heart swelled at his vulnerability, and you knew in that instant that you shared a connection deeper than just an escape from the ball. “And I wish to reclaim my happiness,” you replied, feeling a surge of hope coursing through you.

As you continued your exploration, the garden revealed its hidden wonders- a cascading waterfall that sparkled under the moonlight, a secluded gazebo draped in twinkling fairy lights, and even a small pond where fireflies danced above the surface, their flickering lights reminiscent of stars fallen from the sky.

Each discovery felt like a page from a fairy tale, and with Felix by your side, the night transformed into a dream you never wanted to end.

Eventually, in the South gardens. “This is beautiful,” you breathed, captivated by the serene scene.

Felix turned to you, his expression softening. “Not as beautiful as the person standing beside me.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his compliment, a mixture of flattery and shyness flooding your senses. “You haven’t even seen my face, yet you know what to say, don’t you?”

He grinned, a playful glint in his eyes. “It’s part of my charm, I suppose. But I mean it. And I must admit it. There’s something about you- an inner strength that draws me in. I’m more than sure there is an indescribable beauty under that mask.”

Your heart raced, and you turned your gaze back to the water, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. “I’m not strong,” you admitted quietly, the words escaping you like a secret. “I’ve been hiding from my pain for so long.”

Felix stepped closer, his presence warm and reassuring. “It takes strength to confront your pain. You’ve already taken the first step by being here, by sharing your story with me. That’s not something everyone can do.”

His words resonated deep within you, igniting a flicker of courage that you hadn’t felt in a long time. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I can learn to embrace my past and use it to shape my future.”

“Exactly,” he said, his voice steady. “And you have the power to choose your own happiness from here on out. Just look at tonight- it’s a chance for a new beginning.”

“Let’s make the most of tonight,” you said, your resolve solidifying. “I want to experience everything this garden has to offer with you.”

Felix’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, and he held out his hand again, inviting you to take the plunge into the unknown. ”With a smile, you took his hand, feeling the warmth of his touch spark a new flame within you. With Felix’s hand clasped around yours, you felt an exhilarating rush as he led you further into the floral embrace; meaning closer to the wing of the castle you had started at.

“You mentioned earlier that you were here under duress,” Felix prompted, his voice gentle, yet curious. “If you don’t mind sharing, what were your thoughts as you arrived at the ball?”

His inquiry caught you off guard, but you appreciated his willingness to delve deeper. “I thought I was being punished,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. “After what happened with my first love, I felt like I had to pay penance for my emotions. Being forced to attend this lavish ball was a reminder of everything I had lost.”

Felix’s grip tightened, a silent assurance that you weren’t alone. “Love can feel like both a blessing and a curse,” he replied, his tone rich with understanding. “I often wonder if people realize that love’s greatest strength lies in its vulnerability. To truly love someone means to open yourself up to the possibility of pain.”

You nodded, appreciating the depth of his words. “It’s hard to let go of the past, especially when it lingers like a ghost. I thought love would be my escape, my sanctuary. Instead, it became a reminder of my solitude.”

As you walked, you could feel the weight of your shared confidences filling the air around you. It was as if the garden itself listened, the soft rustle of leaves providing a symphony to your unfolding story.

“Then let’s turn this night into an opportunity to reclaim that sanctuary,” Felix suggested, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Let’s make new memories that will overshadow the old ones.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. “What did you have in mind?”

“Magic, of course!” he exclaimed, gesturing toward a narrow path veiled by drooping branches. “I’ve heard tales of a hidden alcove where the moonlight dances on the water, and fireflies gather like stars. They say it’s a place where wishes come true. Shall we find it?” He said in an over dramatic and flamboyant manner.

Your heart raced at the thought of wandering into the unknown with him. “Lead the way, Your Highness,” you teased lightly, using his title with a playful lilt.

Felix laughed, the sound bright and infectious. “Just Felix, please. No need for formality among fellow escapee.”

As you maneuvered through the winding path, slower than you guys had been moving before, Felix shared tales of his childhood- stories filled with laughter and mischief, of stolen moments and secret hideaways. Each tale painted a vibrant picture of a boy yearning for freedom, just as you were.

Eventually, the trees parted to reveal a hidden glen, bathed in silvery moonlight. At the center lay a small pond, its surface shimmering like liquid glass, surrounded by clusters of glowing fireflies. The scene was nothing short of ethereal, and you felt your breath catch in your throat.

“Welcome to my favorite place,” Felix said, his voice dropping to a reverent whisper. “The moonlit sanctuary. In the farthest reaches of the West gardens.”

You stepped closer to the water’s edge, entranced by the spectacle before you. “It’s breathtaking,” you murmured, your heart swelling with the beauty of it all. “How did you find this place?”

“I stumbled upon it one night while trying to escape my responsibilities,” he replied, joining you at the pond. “It’s a refuge- a reminder that there’s more to life than the crown I’m meant to wear.”

A profound silence enveloped you both as you took in the tranquil beauty surrounding you. The world felt infinitely distant, and in that moment, you knew you were both seeking solace from the weight of expectations.

“What do you think of when you look at the water?” Felix asked, his gaze fixed on the rippling surface.

You pondered for a moment, the gentle sounds of the night filling the air. “I think of possibilities,” you admitted softly. “Of dreams I’ve tucked away, like little treasures hidden beneath the surface. It reminds me that even the darkest nights can hold beauty.”

Felix turned to you, his expression earnest. “And what dreams would you dare to let surface?”

You hesitated, your heart racing at the thought of laying your desires bare. “To love freely without fear once more; to explore the world without boundaries, and to find a lover who sees me for who I truly am- not just one with a broken heart.”

A flicker of something indescribable passed between you, a shared understanding that ran deeper than words. Felix’s gaze softened, and he stepped closer, the warmth of his presence enveloping you.

“I want that for you too,” he said quietly. “You deserve to embrace every aspect of yourself without fear of judgment.”

You met his gaze, feeling a spark ignite between you. “And you? What dreams do you wish to claim?”

His smile faltered for a moment, vulnerability surfacing. “I want to forge my own path, to be more than just a prince in a gilded cage. I want to fall in love, to experience every facet of life without the weight of duty bearing down on me.”

In that moment, you understood that both of you were yearning for the same thing—freedom, authenticity, and connection. The bond you had forged in such a short time felt like a rare gem, precious and transformative.

“Let’s make a wish together,” you suggested, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Felix nodded, a playful glint returning to his eyes. “Okay.” He bent down to grab something. “On the count of three, we’ll toss a pebble into the pond. Ready?”

You smiled, feeling a rush of excitement. “One… two… three!”

Together, you cast your pebbles into the water, watching as the ripples spread outward, merging into a beautiful dance. As the echoes faded, you closed your eyes and whispered your wish, hoping the universe would listen.

“Now what?” you asked, turning to Felix with a grin. “Do we wait for our wishes to come true?”

He chuckled, the sound brightening the night. “We can start by making memories! How about a moonlit dance?”

Your heart raced at the thought. “A dance? Here?”

“Why not?” he replied, his confidence unwavering. “It’s just us, and the night is ours.”

Before you could respond, he took your hands, pulling you closer. The world around you faded, and all that remained was the soft glow of the moon and the gentle sound of rustling leaves. Felix began to sway, and you found yourself caught up in the moment, your heart dancing to an unspoken rhythm.

You thought of the passacaglia playing earlier- the steady, repeating bass line, so constant and unchanging, much like the inexplicable pull between you two. Even though you had only met tonight, it felt as though you had known him for far longer, as if your connection was a melody that had always been there, quietly waiting to be heard. Each step, each glance, was like a new variation layered over the steady foundation, adding depth and complexity to something simple yet profound. And just as the passacaglia grows richer with each turn, so did this moment, building into something beautiful, unexpected, and endless.

As you moved together, the stars above seemed to twinkle in approval. Each step felt weightless, freeing you from the burdens you had carried for so long. Felix’s laughter rang out like music, weaving its way into your heart.

“See? This is what I mean,” he said, his eyes alight with joy. “No rules, no expectations- just us.”

You laughed, letting go of the constraints that had held you captive. “You’re right. This is magical!”

As you twirled beneath the stars, the pain of your past began to fade, replaced by the promise of something new. In that moment, you allowed yourself to embrace the possibility of love, the potential of a future unfettered by the weight of tradition.

Felix pulled you closer, his gaze steady as he leaned in. “Thank you for this,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “For being here, for sharing your heart. I don’t want this night to end.”

Your pulse quickened, and you found yourself searching his eyes, wanting to convey all the emotions swelling within you. “Neither do I,” you confessed, feeling a rush of vulnerability. “This has been…incredible.”

The moon hung high above, casting its silvery glow upon the garden as you danced with Felix, lost in the symphony of the night. Every twirl, every shared laugh seemed to weave a tapestry of memories, brightening the darkness that had shadowed your heart for far too long.

But as the enchanting atmosphere enveloped you both, the distant echoes of the masquerade ball began to seep into your consciousness. The laughter and music, once a comforting backdrop, now felt like a reminder of the reality you were trying to escape.

“Should we head back?” Felix asked, his voice a gentle lull amid the tranquility. “I mean, if we want to avoid the prying eyes of the court, we might want to reconsider our little adventure.”

You hesitated, torn between the exhilarating freedom you felt in his presence and the weight of expectations waiting beyond the garden gates. “I don’t want this to end,” you confessed, your voice tinged with a bittersweet longing. “But the ball… it’s where all the judgments and memories linger.”

Felix’s expression softened as he took your hands, his thumbs caressing your skin in a soothing gesture. “We don’t have to go back just yet. This moment is ours, and I’m not ready to let it slip away.”

His words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, igniting a flicker of courage within. “What if we explore the castle grounds for a moment? I’ve heard there are secret passageways and hidden nooks that few know about.”

He nodded.

With renewed energy, you took the lead, guiding him through the garden and toward the corridor you had originally left from. 

“Some say there’s a hidden entrance near the Queen’s painting,” you said, your voice filled with excitement. “If we can find it, who knows where it might lead us?”

Felix nodded, his eyes alight with determination. “Let’s make it a quest!”

With a playful laugh, you searched the area around the picture, your fingers trailing over the cool stone.

“There!” Felix exclaimed, pointing to a small hatch handle.

Together, you crawled through the small place it had opened.

As you entered the passage, the air grew cooler, the scent of damp earth enveloping you. Flickering torches lined the walls, casting dancing shadows that flickered like ghostly apparitions. The path twisted and turned, and the anticipation of discovery electrified the atmosphere.

“What if we stumble upon a treasure trove of royal secrets?” Felix mused, his voice echoing off the stone walls. “Or perhaps a hidden ballroom where forgotten lovers danced?” He teased wiggling his eyebrows.

You laughed, imagining the romantic possibilities. “Or we might find a dragon guarding the crown jewels!”

“Now that would be a story worth telling,” he replied, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

You giggled. “I know these are just hidden escapes in case a rebel attacks, but its much more interesting with you here.”

Your words struck a chord within him, resonating in the depths of your heart. “Thank you,” he replied softly.

You ended up making your way into the castle library, a few others in there as well. 

Felix went and grabbed a book, and you sat down and looked through the photobook. He explained to you everyone who was in it. You leaned closer as he carefully flipped to a page that  revealed a delicate, faded portrait of a young couple. Their eyes sparkled with the kind of joy that transcended time.

“They look happy,” you remarked, your heart swelling at the sight.

Felix nodded, his gaze lingering on the portrait. “My great-great grandparents. Grandpa was a merchant and Grandma was a Princess. I heard they loved each other deeply.”

“It’s beautiful.”

Felix looked at you, and in the lighting you could see the freckles under his mask. 

Why had you guys not taken them off yet? 

He seemed to have the same thought, opening his mouth to speak until you were interrupted.

The distant sounds of the song of the night, echoed through the halls, pulling you back to reality. The laughter, the music- it was all waiting.

“Should we head back?” Felix asked, his expression shifting slightly, as if he, too, felt the tug of duty.

You nodded, as you both knew that the masquerade could not remain hidden forever. The reality of your lives beckoned, a reminder of the choices you would eventually have to face.

“Whatever happens next, I’m glad we found this night together,” you said, your voice tinged with sincerity.

Felix nodded, his gaze unwavering. “So am I. It’s a night I’ll never forget.”

You sighed.

“What is it?” Felix asked, leaning closer to you

You shrugged. “I’ve...just had so much more fun tonight than I expected.”

The words danced between you, weaving a narrative of hope and longing and tension. 

“Everyone deserves a love that mirrors passion- a love that isn’t dictated by circumstance.” Felix started. “And being here started off as something I dreaded, but now I’m dreading for it to end…I know it is quite bold of me to say that but it is the truth.”

His words stirred something inside you, an awakening of the hopes you had buried deep beneath the weight of your past. “I thought that kind of love or…life was gone for me,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “After him… I never thought I could feel this way again. But you’ve brought back this youth in me. I can’t explain it.”

Felix stepped closer, the distance between you shrinking until you could feel the warmth radiating from him. “It’s never too late to find what you’re looking for. Life has a way of surprising us, especially when we least expect it.”

His sincerity enveloped you like a soft blanket, and for a fleeting moment, the pain of your past felt lighter. “I’m starting to believe that...,” you murmured, your heart fluttering at the vulnerability that hung between you.

“Good,” he insisted, his tone unwavering. “You’re more deserving of love than you realize.”

The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a mix of fear and longing within you. You found yourself wanting to trust him, to believe that what he said could be true. The connection that had formed between you felt electric, charged with possibilities.

Just as your fingers reached towards his mask in an intrusive manner, a distant sound pierced through the sanctuary- a voice at the doorway. “Your Highness! Where have you been?”

Your heart sank at the realization. The world you had momentarily escaped was closing in around you, and the masquerade ball awaited, filled with all the obligations and judgments you sought to flee.

“Your Highness!” the guard called out, the urgency in his tone evident. “The ball cannot continue without you! You need to return now.” The guard looked at you momentarily.

Felix sighed. “I’m right here! No need to fret.”

“Your Highness! We’ve been searching for you! You musn’t leave the main ballroom!”

You held your breath, heart racing as Felix continued to speak to the guard, his hand snaking it’s way into yours. “I simply needed a moment to collect my thoughts. This masquerade is… quite overwhelming.”

The guard, though momentarily taken aback, remained vigilant. “You must return at once. Your father is worried. He’ll be even more worried when he finds out you snuck off with a lady.”

Felix feigned a dramatic sigh, clearly reveling in the theatricality of the moment. “Ah, but can’t a prince have a little adventure? Surely, a night like this calls for a bit of mischief! Besides, I did nothing sinful of the sort. Father worries to often.”

As they exchanged words, you felt a surge of admiration for Felix’s bravery. He was embodying the spirit of the very stories you had read—bold and unyielding in the face of expectation.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me…” Felix said, his voice light and playful as he gestured dramatically toward the exit. “I believe I see an opportunity for adventure!”

Felix quickly pulled you passed the guard and in front of an incoming pastry line that cut off the guard’s path. He pulled you into a dimly lit stairwell and the two of you burst into a sprint up the stone, the adrenaline coursing you past even more portraits of kings and queens long gone. As you ran, you could hear the sounds of the masquerade growing fainter, replaced by the sound of the night.

Finally, you emerged onto the roof of the West most tower, greeted by a stunning panorama of the moonlit kingdom below. The stars sparkled like diamonds against the deep velvet sky, and the distant sounds of the ball faded into a soft murmur.

“Wow,” you breathed, taking in the vastness of the view.

Felix stepped beside you, his presence grounding yet electrifying. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

You nodded, feeling a deep connection to the sight. Here, above it all, you could breathe, free from the weight of your past and the expectations that had suffocated you for so long.

“Thank you for this,” you said, your voice soft but sincere as you looked at your dead end. You had no where else to run, but the detour along the way had opened your eyes to so many things. “Thank you for helping me escape.”

He turned to you, his expression earnest. “You don’t have to thank me. This is what life is about- embracing the unexpected, chasing dreams.”

As the cool breeze swept around you, you felt a shift within yourself. Felix had opened a door to possibilities you had long closed off, and for the first time in what felt like ages, you allowed yourself to hope.

“Do you think we can really create our own adventures?” you asked, vulnerability lacing your tone.

“Absolutely,” he replied, his gaze unwavering. “We just have to be brave enough to take the leap.”

You both stood in silence for a moment, the enormity of his words settling in. The stars above seemed to twinkle in agreement, as if urging you to embrace the unknown.

Just then, a soft chime rang out from the castle, signaling the hour. The sound echoed in the night, a reminder that your time was drawing to a close. A sense of urgency washed over you, pulling you back to reality.

“We should-” you began, but Felix interrupted, stepping closer.

“Let’s make one more pact,” he said, his voice low and serious. “No matter what happens, we’ll always remember this night and the adventure we shared. We won’t let the world dictate our paths.”

You felt a swell of emotions- fear, excitement, and something else entirely. “I promise,” you replied, your heart racing at the thought of forging a bond that transcended the night.

The two of you stood on the rooftop, the cool night air swirling around you like an embrace. Somewhere below, the ball continued in a lavish display of opulence, but up here, you felt liberated, untethered from expectations and the weight of your past. You inhaled deeply, allowing the moment to wash over you.

Felix leaned against the parapet, gazing out at the sprawling kingdom illuminated by the moonlight. “Isn’t it funny?” he mused, glancing back at you. “We’re both here, dressed to the nines, yet escaped this grand event.”

You chuckled softly, feeling a warmth spread through you.

“Maybe because balls are boring.”

“Or maybe we’re simply tired of being part of someone else’s story,” he replied, his eyes reflecting the starlight. There was a depth to his words, a wisdom that belied his youth. “It’s exhausting, living up to the ideals of others, don’t you think?”

 “Maybe we’re just two souls seeking something more than what’s right in front of us.”

“What if I want what's right in front of me.” Felix blurted quietly.

His expression softened, and he stepped closer, the space between you charged with understanding. His words wrapped around your heart like a comforting blanket, and for the first time, you dared to imagine what love might look like with him. “But what if I don’t even know how to want…to love like that anymore?” you asked, vulnerability creeping into your voice.

Felix smiled gently, a warmth spreading through you as he spoke. “Then let’s figure it out together. One adventure at a time.”

He turned to gaze at the stars, the silence enveloping you like a soft cocoon. It was a peaceful reprieve, a chance to breathe without the weight of the world pressing down on your shoulders. 

You took his hand, the immediate reciprocation and warmth of his grip sending a delightful thrill through you. 

Felix turned back towards you and twirled you with a flourish, and you spun back toward him, the world around you fading into a blur. You felt alive, happiness  wrapping around you like a warm embrace.

In that moment, it was just the two of you- lost in your own world, everything else forgotten.

“Who knew a royal ball could be so much fun?” he said, leaning closer as you danced in silence. The playful challenge in his tone sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

You met his gaze, your heart racing. “With the right company, anything is possible.”

Felix’s expression softened, and you felt drawn to him, that undeniable connection sparking like electricity in the air; becoming tangible. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

“Me? You’re the one who’s been stealing the show..” you replied, warmth flooding your cheeks.

His voice lowered as he drew you closer. “I’ve never met anyone quite like you. Tonight has been more than bearable.”

Your breath caught in your throat, vulnerability flickering across your heart. “I feel the same way. Tonight has been more than I ever expected.”

You moved in perfect sync, each step drawing you closer to him. The thoughts outside your dance felt far away, and the only thing that mattered was the connection between you.

Someone below opened a window, allowing music to be heard softly. You danced along to the beat now, quietly.

When the song reached its crescendo, Felix stepped closer, his forehead nearly touching yours. “May I have this dance, without the masks?” 

Your heart raced, a thrill running through you at the invitation. “I’d like that.”

With a gentle motion, he reached for your mask, carefully lifting it away to reveal your face fully. You felt exposed but strangely empowered, the weight of your disguise falling away.

Felix followed suit, removing his mask to reveal his captivating features- his warm smile, twinkling eyes, the freckles you had become enamored with immediately and the vulnerability etched in his expression. “There,” he said softly, “now it’s just us.”

“Just us,” you echoed, your heart pounding as you gazed into his eyes.

In that moment, the distance vanished, and you both leaned closer, the world around you fading into a beautiful blur. Time seemed to stretch as you shared an unspoken promise, a connection that transcended the grand hall and the elaborate masquerade.

With the music playing on, you felt the beginning of something remarkable. You and Felix began to weave a new story.

As you stood together, your heart racing, Felix’s gaze lingered on your features. Everything was a dreamy haze, leaving only the two of you in a space filled with unspoken possibilities. The warmth of his presence enveloped you, igniting a spark that danced between your hearts.

“You’re absolutely breathtaking,” Felix whispered, his voice low and sincere. The way he looked at you felt like he was seeing not just your exterior but the essence of who you were- your spirit, your dreams, your heart.

You felt a rush of warmth flooding your cheeks at his compliment, a delightful blend of shyness and exhilaration. “I could say the same about you,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “I…have no words.”

Felix’s eyes twinkled with mischief as he took a small step closer, his fingers brushing against your face, sending a thrill coursing through you. “I don’t know what it is about this moment, but it feels…magical.”

The air between you thickened, electric with anticipation. You could feel the heartbeat of the music around you, each note echoing the rhythm of your own pulse. The gentle swell of the melody wrapped around you like an embrace, and for a heartbeat, everything else faded away.

“Felix,” you began, but the words caught in your throat, lost in the intensity of the moment. You could see the warmth in his gaze, a depth of feeling that mirrored your own.

“Can I…?” he hesitated, his voice barely above a whisper, the question hanging in the air between you like a fragile promise.

You nodded, your heart racing as he leaned in closer, the world narrowing to just the two of you. The lingering tension sparked like a flame as he brushed his lips against yours, a soft and tentative connection that felt like an unspoken vow.

The kiss was gentle at first, a fleeting touch that sent waves of warmth coursing through you. But as Felix deepened the kiss, the softness transformed into something more- something profound that spoke of a lifetime of adventures waiting just beyond this moment. His lips were warm and inviting, igniting a spark within you that blossomed into something vibrant and alive.

You melted into him, the world around you dissolving into a haze of colors and sounds. Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the sweetness of the moment. It was a kiss that promised exploration, laughter, and the unfolding of a beautiful story- one that was only just beginning.

As you pulled away, breathless and slightly dazed, Felix remained close, his forehead resting against yours. The connection felt electric, and you could see the wonder in his eyes, as if he, too, was grappling with the significance of what had just transpired.

“Wow,” he breathed, a smile spreading across his face. “This is all…unexpected.”

Your heart fluttered, the reality of the moment washing over you. “I didn’t expect it either,” you confessed, your cheeks still warm with the lingering thrill. “But it feels right.”

Felix’s expression shifted, a mixture of awe and determination crossing his features. “I don’t want this to end. I want to share more moments like this with you- beyond this ball, beyond the expectations.”

The sincerity in his voice wrapped around your heart, drawing you closer to him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…I want to explore this connection we have. I want to discover who you are outside of this masquerade- your dreams, your passions, everything that makes you, you.”

Your heart raced at the invitation, the prospect of adventures shared with him filling you with exhilaration. “I’d like that.”

Felix’s gaze softened, and he brushed a stray hair behind your ear.

With that, you took his hand, intertwining your fingers as you stepped back into the rhythm of the ball, the world around you brightening with renewed hope. No longer were you just two strangers at a masquerade; you were partners in adventure, bound by a connection that felt destined to grow.

As you moved back into the thrumming heart of the celebration, the music swelled around you, echoing the promise of the night. Laughter mingled with the notes, and the atmosphere transformed into a whirlwind of color and life, filled with the warmth of possibilities.

The two of you danced again, this time lost in each other’s presence; despite the wide gazes of everyone in sight, the world around you shimmering with the promise of new beginnings. Felix twirled you under the soft glow of chandeliers, his laughter blending seamlessly with yours, creating a melody all its own.

With each turn, you felt the weight of your previous heartache lift, replaced by the warmth of connection and the thrill of adventure. You could sense Felix’s excitement, his energy infectious, and it ignited a fire within you- a longing for a future unburdened by the shadows of your obligations.

As the music swirled around you, weaving a tapestry of sound and emotion, Felix’s presence felt more intoxicating than the finest wine. The energy in the ballroom pulsed with life, but it was your connection that truly set your heart racing. Each laugh you shared, each glance that lingered just a moment too long, ignited a spark of something deeper.

You twirled beneath the shimmering chandeliers, the warm glow of candlelight casting a golden hue over everything. Felix's hand was steady on your waist, guiding you effortlessly across the dance floor. He leaned in slightly, the brush of his breath against your ear sending shivers down your spine. “You know, despite what many believe about royal traditions, my parents had their fair share of mischief. They didn’t conform to expectations. They fell in love for all the right reasons.”

You looked into his eyes, captivated by the sincerity behind his words. “What do you mean?”

Felix hesitated for a moment, as if weighing his thoughts carefully. “They taught me that happiness is more important than tradition. They were rebels at heart, and the king always said he would be happy as long as I was.”

Your heart raced at the implications of his words, a flutter of hope mingling with a tinge of fear. “So…what are you saying…?”

“I want a partner in every sense. That’s what I want. And I want you to be that person. I know it’s bold to say, especially after such a short time, but there’s something about you that feels undeniably right.”

Your breath caught, the gravity of his confession settling in. “You’re not just saying this because it’s a romantic night, are you? I know you said you wanted to get to know me…but it seems like you’re talking of…marriage…are you sure it’s not because we’ve just came back from a slight rendezvous?”

“No,” he replied firmly, his gaze unwavering. “I mean it. I can see a future with you- a lifetime of adventures, laughter, and love. I want to explore everything life has to offer together.”

The sincerity in his voice resonated within you, stirring emotions you thought you had locked away. The idea of a shared future with Felix felt intoxicating, a possibility you never dared to dream of until this very moment.

Before you could respond, Felix reached up, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek. 

He leaned in slowly, his lips capturing yours in another kiss that felt like a promise- a gentle but profound affirmation of everything that lay between you. The kiss deepened, and you melted against him, the warmth of his body enveloping you. It was a sweet and tender connection, filled with unspoken dreams and the hope of a beautiful future.

When you finally pulled away, both breathless, Felix rested his forehead against yours, his eyes shimmering with emotion. “I never want to let this moment go,” he murmured, his voice soft but filled with conviction. “I want you to know that you’re cherished.”

Your heart swelled at his words, a mixture of joy and hope washing over you. “You’ve already made this night unforgettable,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Felix smiled, a genuine warmth radiating from him. “Then let’s promise to make more memories- together.”

You nodded, feeling a sense of clarity wash over you. “Together.”

As the nights last passacaglia played, Felix guided you, hand in hand towards the center of the ballroom, where his parents' thrones were set.

You both had come to this ball expecting nothing more than pressure and heart ache; the thought of a getaway clouding everything else; but the night had turned into something more.

An escape into a lifetime of a happiness that had just started to bloom.

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MASTER LIST

Request are open!

ALLOWED:

●Fluff ●Yandere ●Angst ●Crossovers ●Character x Reader ●Character x Character ●References to other fandoms ●Comfort ●Headcanons ●Reader/Character from one dimension/universe getting sent to a different one (tfp x tfa, trollhunters x zak storm, etc)

●others to be added

NOT ALLOWED:

●NSFW ●Pedophilia ●Incest ●Certain sensitive topics (rape, abuse, etc) ●Other's OC's (I don't have the confidence to do that)

I also have a master list of poems I'm making

Poems Master List

FANDOMS

Transformers

Tfa:

General: - Predacon! Reader in TFA

Optimus Prime - Wattpad Story: Deadly Voice - Yandere! TFP! & TFA! Optimus x Chubby! Gn Reader Ratchet Prowl Bumblebee Bulkhead Jazz Jettwins Ultra Magnus Megatron Starscream (+clones) Lugnut Blitzwing Blackarachnia/Elita-1 Grimlock Wreck-Gar Soundwave Longarm Prime/Shockwave - All It Takes Is A Potion to Show How Much I'm Obsessed With You Wasp/Waspinator

Tfp:

Optimus Prime - Yandere TFP! & TFA! Optimus x Chubby! Gn Reader Ratchet Arcee Cliffjumper Smokescreen Bumblebee - Bumblebee x SG! Cybertronian Reader Bulkhead Wheeljack Ultra Magnus Megatron - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Starscream - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Soundwave - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Shockwave - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Predaking - Decepticons Meets Sparklings 5t3v3(Steve) - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Knockout - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Breakdown - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Dreadwing - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Arachnid Unicron

Tfe

Optimus - Sparklings Megatron - Sparklings Bumblebee - Sparklings Elita-1 - Sparklings Soundwave - Sparklings Shockwave - Sparklings Tarantulas - Sparklings Terrans(PLATONIC ONLY) Swindle Starscream

Tfg1

Optimus Prime - Calling Optimus Prime Dad Prowl Jazz Bumblebee Ratchet Megatron Starscream Skywarp Thundercracker Reflector Soundwave - Soundwave x Cybertronian Reader Part 1 -Clinging to Sanity or Embrace the Fantasy (Yandere! Platonic! Soundwave + teenager! Reader) Shockwave Grimlock Unicron Other Autobots and Decepticons

Tfbw

Optimus Primal Rattrap Rhinox Cheetor -His Sea Goddess (Cheetor x Cybertronian Reader with an Octopus alt-mode) Dinobot Megatron Tarantulas Waspinator

Tfrid2015

Bumblebee Sideswipe Strongarm Fix-it Grimlock Drift Steeljaw Thunderhoof Fracture Underbite Saberhorn

TF1

Orion Pax/Optimus Prime D-16/Megatron B-127/Bumblebee Elita-1 Starscream Soundwave Shockwave Sentinel Prime

LEGO MONKIE KID

Mk Mei Red Son Jin & Yin Spider Queen Azure Lion Macaque Sun Wukong Nezha Syntax Huntsman Goliath (Strong Spider) Peng Lady Bone Demon Not Mayor

ZAK STORM

Zak Storm (PLATONIC ONLY) Cece Crogar Clovis (PLATONIC ONLY) Caramba (PLATONIC ONLY) Calabrass (PLATONIC ONLY) Golden Bones

Trollhunters/3Below/Wizards

Angor Rot Gunmar Bular Aaarrrgghh Blinky (Blinkous) Nomura Draal Krel Tarron & Aja Tarron (PLATONIC ONLY) Varvatos Tronos Madu Zadra Zeron Alpha Nari Skrael Bellroc

Cookie Run Kingdom

Gingerbrave (PLATONIC ONLY) Wizard Cookie (PLATONIC ONLY) Strawberry Cookie (PLATONIC ONLY) Custard Cookie Ⅲ (PLATONIC ONLY) Chili Pepper Cookie Licorice Cookie Poison Mushroom Cookie (PLATONIC ONLY) Dark Choco Cookie Red Velvet Cookie Pomegranate Cookie Dark Enchantress Cookie Pure Vanilla Cookie White Lily Cookie Hollyberry Cookie Golden Cheese Cookie Dark Cacao Cookie Princess Cookie (PLATONIC ONLY) Knight Cookie (PLANTONIC ONLY) Caramel Arrow Cookie Crunchy Chip Cookie Affogato Cookie Captain Caviar Cookie Black Pearl Cookie/White Pearl Cookie Shadow Milk Cookie Mystic Flour Cookie

Others to be added

Adventure Time: Fionna & Cake

Fionna Cake (PLATONIC ONLY) Gary Marshall Lee Scarab Prismo Simon (PLATONIC ONLY) Marceline (Vampireworld version) Bonnibell Bubblegum (Vampireworld version)

WHEN REQUESTING (More rules will be added later):

●Include the fact whether or not your request is platonic or romantic; If romantic, is Y/n or character in a relationship, and if not, who is the romantic interest(s)?

●Give me some of the plot of what you're thinking for your request. If you don't, and I don't know what you want it to be about, or I can't think of what to make up- Example:

Optimus x Reader. Angst. Reader is male.

I don't know what the plot should be, or what it should involve. Like, if it's good enough that I can think of what it could be, then yeah, sure, but that will be a rare chance with me. But if it's like this- Example:

Aaarrrgghh x Reader. Comfort. Basically, the reader has had a bad day at work/school, and the two of them just cuddle and enjoy the silence in each other's arms, slowly falling asleep.

Then I will be able to think of how it can go because you gave me what you want to include in your request, but now how, I will be able to get behind that.

● I can make the reader be based off of another character, like- Examples:

-Vox! Reader in Trollhunters

-Reader as Ratchet's little sister in Transformers: Generation 1

Anything! Whatever you want as long as it's allowed.

●If your request involves something that isn't allowed, then it will be ignored.

That's everything for now! Request away!