#please be nice its my second ever fic....

[pilotingdreammsss]

Hey can I have a fic of royal margarine x reader please? I love that man, both his smooth side and pathetic side...the second side is very relatable to me lol!

My requests aren't actually open for oneshots... but I have nothing else to do so yolo.

Brave Dragon Rider?

Premise: Royal Margarine Cookie and you - a more experienced peer - have some berry juice to drink. Royal Margarine Cookie's charming exterior cracks.

Warnings: Alcohol (berry juice) consumption, mention of injury (mild).

"Royal Margarine Cookie! Slow down or you'll!-"

You grab the reins of your assigned dragon, having the beast come to a halt as the other rider falls with a painful sounding thud. Despite his smooth experience, Royal Margarine Cookie doesn't quite live up to how good he says he is.

Your dragon huffs, and you watch it roll its eyes as Royal Margarine Cookie emerges from the heap he'd landed in on the floor. His riding had been sub-par today, you suspected something was weighing him down.

"Downwards!"

Your dragon dips, elegantly landing with minimal turbulence just adjacent to where Buttercream had taken a tumble. It's started to grow darker, the sun just about to dip beneath the horizon.

"Royal Margarine Cookie, are you alright?"

He doesn't seem very harmed. He's standing well, even if he's a little dazed.

He runs his butterknife through his hair, radiating faux nonchalance.

"Well, of course. Beautiful cookies like you ought not to worry about-"

He places one foot in front of the other, though it falters, and he stumbles pathetically. Now laughing nervously, pressing his hand to his forehead. You're unconvinced by his statement and hoist your body off your dragon.

To help him, sure, but also to nag at him a little for riding tired.

"You shouldn't have set off tired, Royal Margarine Cookie."

Your dragon snorts in agreement, though admittedly, it's never liked him. He chuckles, turning a little red. He never quite lived up to his grand image...

You glance up at the sky - noticing the slew of oranges and yellows begin to fade into purples and dark blues. You didn't intend to set up camp here, but it seemed to be the only viable option.

You grab the camping equipment off your dragon, keeping an eye on your companion to ensure he doesn't end up on the ground again.

"Come on - let's get the tents up."

He smiles - charming as ever - and hoists some of the tent poles into his arms. He seems to underestimate how heavy they are, as his arms suddenly dip, but he manages to recover with ease. You laugh airly, snatching the items needed for your tent despite his protests.

"Such a cookie should never be getting your hands dirty."

You sigh loudly, sticking another pole into the ground.

"Just go get the fire up, Royal Margarine Cookie."

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You sheild your eyes as the fire blazes to life. One breath from your dragon keeps the choco wood crackling rather nicely. You pat the creature's snout, rubbing it nicely before it retreats behind your tent to sleep. Buttercream has long since taken her place near Royal Margarine's tent.

He's holding his cup of berry juice, also carrying another, presumably for you. You usually don't drink outside of your usual dwelling, but you could certainly use the pick-up...

He passes you the mug with a wink. You snicker, admittedly a little flustered. Though it may be the sleeplessness getting to you already.

You take your seat on your log, taking a long swing of the juice, patting the space next to yours. Royal Margarine Cookie stumbles over, clearly already under some berry juice influence.

"Ohh I'm pathetic!-" he hiccups once. "I wasn't meant to drink! Good dragon riders don't drink!" He hiccups several times in tandem.

His eyes seem to have welled up in tears - you awkwardly glance away into the flames. Though feeling bad for him, allow him to lean snuggly against you.

"You still love me, right? If I drink?"

You roll your eyes. He's obviously a little out-of-it, too. Though you would still like to have a nice, peaceful night. Just as he starts to get overly sappy (though you admittedly find it rather endearing), you stand him up against you.

"Yes, of course. Let's just get you to bed."

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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Welcome To The Table - Ben Brainard (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: New York (Welcome To The Table), Massachusetts (Welcome To The Table), New Jersey (Welcome To The Table), Pennsylvania (Welcome To The Table), Virginia (Welcome To The Table), Georgia (Welcome To The Table), Connecticut (Welcome To The Table), New Hampshire (Welcome To The Table), Maryland (Welcome To The Table), Rhode Island (Welcome To The Table), South Carolina (Welcome To The Table), North Carolina (Welcome To The Table), Delaware (Welcome To The Table) Additional Tags: Angst, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, theyre all assholes, But also, they all are soooo codependent, Child Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence Summary:

The og13, pre and post revolution, and the ways the family couldn't take the trauma.

A two part series, in which the family falls apart and then comes back together again!

KINGS YIPPEEOMETWR FIC!!!!! YIPPEEEE!!!!!!!