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atlasthegreatest · 3 months ago

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A Taste of Love / Erza Scarlet x Gender Neutral Reader

If there’s one thing that Erza Scarlet likes the most, is eating her favorite— strawberry cake. But what she didn’t expect was to fall in love with the one that made the best ones in all of Magnolia. So, with the help of her friends, will she finally confess her feelings?

Word count: 3061

A/n: I love Erza — she's one of the most badass women in Fairy Tail and in anime in general, so I had to write something about her. I hope you enjoy it!

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over Magnolia. The bustling town was alive with the sound of laughter, chatter, and the occasional bellowing of Natsu’s voice from the guildhall. Yet, inside Fairy Tail, things were unusually quiet at one table. Erza Scarlet, the formidable Titania of the guild, sat with her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her usual confident demeanor cracking slightly as her friends—Lucy, Mirajane, and Wendy—huddled around her.

“Okay, Erza,” Lucy said, her voice steady but her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Today’s the day! You’re going to tell them.”

Mirajane smiled softly, her eyes sparkling as she chimed in, “You’ve been visiting their bakery for months, Erza. And it’s obvious you have feelings for them.”

Wendy nodded, her youthful face serious, trying to be as supportive as she could. “We’re all here for you. We know you can do this!”

Erza took a deep breath, her normally stoic expression giving way to a flicker of uncertainty. Confessing her feelings wasn’t something she was used to. She could face armies, dragons, and the fiercest of enemies, but this—this was something entirely different. The baker, Y/n, was no enemy, no threat, and that made them all the more terrifying.

“I don’t know what to say,” Erza admitted, her voice uncharacteristically quiet.

Lucy placed a reassuring hand on Erza’s shoulder. “You don’t need a script. Just be honest. Tell them how you feel.”

“Yeah!” Wendy added, smiling brightly. “They’re always been so kind to you! And anyone who makes cakes that good has to have a heart of gold.”

Mirajane’s voice was soft and encouraging. “Besides, they like you, Erza. I see the way they look at you whenever you stop by. There’s a certain… glow in their eyes.”

Erza’s cheeks flushed at the thought. She had spent countless afternoons at Y/n’s bakery, her love for their sweets growing alongside her feelings for the kind-hearted person. Their warmth, their smile, the way they treated every customer like a dear friend—it was something that had captivated her heart long ago. But confessing? That was a different kind of battle.

Mirajane clapped her hands together, breaking Erza out of her thoughts. “Alright, let’s go over the plan one more time. You’ll walk in, grab one of their freshly baked strawberry cakes—”

“Strawberry…?” Erza repeated, her resolve strengthening. “Yes. That will help.”

Lucy giggled. “Then, you tell them how you feel. We’ll be right outside for moral support.”

Wendy nodded eagerly. “You’ve got this, Erza!”

With a final deep breath, Erza stood up, her crimson hair flowing behind her as she steeled herself for the task at hand. “Very well. I will do it.”

The four of them left the guild, walking together towards the bakery. The scent of freshly baked bread and pastries filled the air, a familiar and comforting aroma that put Erza’s racing heart somewhat at ease. As they reached the bakery, Lucy, Mirajane, and Wendy gave her a final round of encouragement.

“We’ll be right here,” Lucy assured, leaning against the window outside the bakery. “Good luck!”

Erza nodded, her resolve solidifying. She pushed open the door to the bakery, the little bell above it ringing softly to announce her entrance. The shop was warm and welcoming, filled with the scent of sugar and baked goods. And there, behind the counter, stood Y/n, the person who had unknowingly stolen her heart.

“Erza! You’re here just in time—I’ve just taken some strawberry cakes out of the oven. Would you like one?” Y/n smiled brightly, their eyes warm and kind as always. They wiped their flour-dusted hands on their apron and gestured to the tray of perfect, gleaming cakes on the counter.

Erza approached the counter, her heart pounding. She could handle this. She had faced worse challenges. “Yes, I would like one… but there’s something else I came to say.”

Y/n paused, sensing a shift in the atmosphere. “What’s on your mind?”

Erza clenched her fists slightly as if bracing herself for impact. “I… I’ve been coming here for a long time. Not just because of your delicious cakes, though they are the best in Magnolia.”

Y/n chuckled softly. “I’m glad you think so.”

Erza continued, her voice softening. “But because I enjoy seeing you. You’ve been so kind to me and everyone. I admire your dedication, your passion for your craft, and your kindness. I’ve come to realize that… I have feelings for you.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, Erza feared the worst. But then, Y/n’s smile widened to a warm, genuine smile that reached their eyes.

“Erza, I’ve been hoping you’d say something like that for a long time,” Y/n said, their voice gentle. “I’ve always admired your strength, your bravery, but also your kindness. You’re an incredible person. I… I feel the same way.”

Erza’s heart soared. She had done it. She had confessed, and not only had it gone well, but the person she cared for felt the same. Without thinking, she reached out and took one of the strawberry cakes from the tray, holding it up to Y/n. “To celebrate, then?”

Y/n laughed, their eyes sparkling with affection. “To celebrate.”

As they shared the cake, the warmth between them felt sweeter than anything else in the room. And just outside the window, Lucy, Mirajane, and Wendy peeked in, grinning from ear to ear.

“She did it!” Wendy whispered excitedly.

Lucy sighed happily. “It was perfect.”

Mirajane smiled knowingly. “Sometimes, love just needs a little nudge—and maybe a strawberry cake.”

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As the shared moment between Erza and Y/n settled into a comfortable rhythm, the sweet taste of the strawberry cake lingering in the air, Erza found herself more relaxed than she had anticipated. Y/n’s warm, genuine response had lifted a weight from her heart, one she hadn’t fully realized she was carrying. She had faced this unknown battlefield of vulnerability, and now, standing across from them, everything seemed brighter, sweeter—just like the perfect cake they were sharing.

“You always order strawberry cakes, don’t you?” Y/n asked with a teasing smile. Their eyes softened as they met hers. “I started baking them more often once I noticed.”

Erza blinked in surprise, her expression softening. “You did? Just for me?”

Y/n nodded, a slight blush creeping onto their cheeks. “Well, I noticed you always light up whenever you see them. I thought… maybe you liked them as much as I enjoy seeing you here.”

Erza’s heart swelled with an unfamiliar warmth. It wasn’t often that she was caught off guard, but hearing how attentive Y/n had been to her preferences made her chest tighten most pleasantly. “Thank you,” she said softly, feeling a sense of ease washing over her. “For everything.”

Their conversation drifted into comfortable banter as the sun outside began to dip lower, casting a soft golden hue over the bakery. The sounds of Magnolia outside faded into the background as the two of them remained wrapped in their world, the atmosphere inside the bakery warmer than ever.

Meanwhile, outside, Lucy, Mirajane, and Wendy were still standing by the window, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them. Lucy, her hands pressed against the glass, could barely contain her excitement. “They’re talking! Look at them! It’s going so well.”

Wendy smiled brightly, her hands clasped together. “I knew she could do it! She’s amazing.”

Mirajane, ever the romantic, chuckled softly. “I had no doubt. But… we should probably give them some privacy now, don’t you think?”

Lucy pouted but nodded in agreement. “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t want to be that nosy.”

The three of them stepped away from the window and began strolling back toward the guild, leaving Erza and Alaric to enjoy the rest of their evening together. However, as they walked, Lucy couldn’t help but glance back over her shoulder, a soft smile still on her face. “She deserves this. I’m happy for her.”

Back inside the bakery, the conversation had quieted, and a comfortable silence filled the space as Y/n worked behind the counter, preparing to close up for the evening. Erza watched them, her thoughts swirling. She couldn’t believe how smoothly everything had gone. It was strange—after all the battles, the enemies, the trials she had faced over the years, this confession had been the hardest thing for her to face. But now, it seemed so simple. Y/n’s acceptance, their warmth—it made her feel… lighter.

“Erza,” Y/n called out gently, breaking her from her thoughts. “Would you like to help me close up?”

Erza stood, smiling softly. “Of course.” She moved around the counter, watching as Y/n carefully wiped down the surfaces, organizing their baking tools with the same care she took in maintaining her weapons. Something was soothing about the quiet rhythm of the bakery, the way everything seemed to move with purpose and care.

As they worked side by side, Y/n glanced at her from the corner of their eye. “You know, I’ve always admired how strong you are. But it’s moments like this, when you’re just… being you, that I admire most.”

Erza paused, her hands stilling on the cloth she was using to clean. Their words were simple, yet they held a weight that made her chest tighten once more. It wasn’t often that people saw her beyond her strength, and her role as Titania. But Y/n had, and it meant more to her than she could express.

“I’m not always as strong as people think,” she admitted quietly, her voice carrying a vulnerability she rarely let show. “But… I’m trying.”

Y/n set down the tray they had been cleaning and turned to her, their eyes filled with understanding. “I think that’s what makes you strong, Erza. Not the armor or the sword. It’s your heart.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she felt exposed in a way that wasn’t frightening. Instead, it felt… freeing. She didn’t have to be the strongest person in the room here. She could just be Erza.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. It was all she could manage, but the sincerity behind it was palpable.

Y/n smiled softly, reaching out to take her hand in theirs. Their touch was gentle, their thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles. “I’m glad you came today,” they said. “Not just because you confessed… but because it feels right. Being here with you.”

Erza felt her heart flutter at their words. She had faced countless battles, but this one, the battle of the heart, had led her to a victory she hadn’t expected. Standing there, hand in hand with Y/n, she realized that sometimes, the strongest thing a person could do was let their guard down and allow someone else to see them, truly see them.

And at that moment, with the warmth of the bakery around her and Y/n by her side, Erza knew she had found something special—something as sweet and comforting as the strawberry cakes she had come to love.

As the evening drew to a close and they stepped out into the quiet streets of Magnolia together, Erza couldn’t help but smile to herself. For once, she had found peace not in battle, but in love.

Bonus:

The morning sun was bright, casting a warm glow over Magnolia as Y/n stood outside the imposing doors of the Fairy Tail guildhall, box of fresh pastries in hand. Today was the day they had promised to pick Erza up for their next date, and while the last visit to the guild had been… intense, to say the least, they were prepared. Or at least, that’s what they told themself.

Taking a deep breath, they pushed the doors open and were immediately met with the usual boisterous energy of Fairy Tail. Tables were flipped, Natsu and Gray were in the middle of a wrestling match, and the ever-lively chatter of the guild members filled the hall. It didn’t take long for them to notice them.

As if on cue, the room went silent.

Y/n stood there, the box of pastries clutched tightly in their hands as dozens of eyes turned to them. They smiled awkwardly, trying to keep their composure. “Uh… good morning.”

Levy was the first to break the silence, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Oh! It’s Erza’s partner!”

The word hung in the air for a moment, and Y/n could feel their cheeks flush as the guild suddenly burst into excited chatter. They had never explicitly used that title, but it seemed the guild had already made up their minds.

“Partner?” Natsu’s voice boomed as he suddenly appeared in front of Y/n, eyes wide. “So it’s official now, huh? Are you guys gonna get married or something?”

“Natsu!” Lucy exclaimed, smacking him on the back of the head. “Don’t scare them off!”

“Yeah,” Gray chimed in, leaning against a nearby pillar with a smirk. “What’s the rush, Natsu? They’ve only been on, what, one date?”

Y/n cleared their throat, trying not to shrink under the weight of the guild’s collective curiosity. “This will be our second date,” they said, holding up the box of pastries like a peace offering. “I brought these as a thank you. For, uh, last time.”

Cana eyed the box, taking a swig from her mug. “Ooh, bribing us with food again? I like this guy’s style.”

Y/n was about to offer the box to the group when Elfman, who had been eerily quiet up until now, suddenly stood up from his seat, towering over everyone. His booming voice echoed through the hall. “You want to date Erza? That takes a real man!”

A collective groan rippled through the guild as they braced themselves for one of Elfman’s usual rants about what it means to be a “real man.” Y/n smiled nervously, not entirely sure how to respond to that, but luckily, Mirajane swooped in, her usual gentle smile on her face.

“Now, now, Elfman, let’s not scare them off,” she said, giving Y/n a wink. “Erza would never forgive us.”

At the mention of Erza, a collective shift of focus seemed to occur, as if everyone suddenly remembered the person who would, without a doubt, not be pleased if they scared off her date. Y/n was grateful for the reminder; the last thing they wanted was to cause trouble.

“Where is Erza, anyway?” Lucy asked, scanning the room.

As if on cue, the doors to the upstairs creaked open, and Erza herself stepped into the guildhall. She wore a simple but elegant outfit, her scarlet hair falling loosely over her shoulders. The moment she laid eyes on Y/n, a soft smile spread across her face, though there was a clear warning in her gaze as she scanned the room, daring anyone to cause trouble.

“Y/n,” she greeted warmly, walking towards them with purpose. “I’m glad you made it.”

Y/n smiled back, instantly feeling more at ease now that Erza was with them. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss it.”

But before they could leave, Natsu darted between them, eyes wide with excitement. “Hey, wait a minute! What’s your plan for the date? You better not take her somewhere boring.”

“A-Actually,” Y/n stammered, feeling the pressure of the guild’s collective stares once more. “I thought we’d start with a nice lunch at that new restaurant near the river. I heard it’s quiet and has a great view.”

“That sounds lovely,” Erza interjected before anyone else could speak. She placed a reassuring hand on Y/n’s arm. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Natsu pouted, clearly wanting more details, but Happy quickly swooped in, grinning mischievously. “What if you guys go on a magic battle date? You could spar while eating cake!”

Y/n's eyes widened in horror at the thought, but Erza chuckled, shaking her head. “I think we’ll leave the sparring for another time, Happy.”

Gajeel, who had been silently observing the interaction from his seat, finally spoke up, his voice gruff. “I don’t get it. What’s a person like him doing with someone like Titania?”

Levy elbowed him sharply. “Gajeel!”

But Y/n, to their credit, only smiled, though their nerves were still apparent. “Erza’s incredible, and I’m lucky she even gives me the time of day. I just… want to make her happy.”

For a moment, the guild fell silent. Y/n’s words seemed to resonate with everyone, even the usually tough-natured Gajeel, who grunted in approval.

Before anyone could comment further, Erza stepped forward, gently taking Y/n’s hand in hers. “Shall we?”

The guild watched, almost in awe, as Erza—one of the strongest, most fearsome members of Fairy Tail—smiled softly at Y/n, her hand firmly in theirs as they made their way toward the door. It was a rare sight to see Erza so… at ease, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

Just as they were about to leave, Makarov, who had been silently observing from his usual spot, cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s attention. “Y/n,” he called out, his voice commanding. “I trust you’ll take good care of our Erza?”

Y/n turned, meeting the guild master’s gaze. Though small in stature, Makarov’s presence was formidable. Y/n stood a little straighter, their voice steady. “I promise, sir.”

Makarov’s expression softened into a smile. “Good. Off you go then.”

As Erza and Y/n finally stepped out of the guildhall, leaving behind the chaos of Fairy Tail, Y/n let out a long breath he hadn’t realized they’d been holding.

Erza glanced at them, her expression both amused and sympathetic. “Are you alright?”

Y/n chuckled, shaking their head slightly. “I think I survived.”

Erza smiled, giving their hand a gentle squeeze. “They’re just protective. But you handled yourself well.”

“I had some help,” Y/n said, smiling down at her. “Thank you.”

The two of them continued walking through the streets of Magnolia, their hands still intertwined, the noise of the guild fading into the background. For the first time since entering the guild hall, Y/n felt completely at ease. They had survived the guild’s “gentle” interrogation, and now, they could focus on what truly mattered—their time with Erza.

As they made their way toward the restaurant, Y/n couldn’t help but think that this, despite the chaos, was the start of something wonderful

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doublekanble · 10 months ago

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Alastor/reader (gnc)

romantic-platonic

word count: 5.5k

or, alastor is a man of many things, and you believed he can never love without hurting his love. tw: a small paragraph of al eating your heart.

1. “–I was right.” you coughed, the more you do, the more your voice choked on itself. Your body seized and shuddered with every beat of your heart as blood spew from the wound, already giving up on getting yourself away when you can barely breathe. He wishes he could’ve made it easier for you, but he got caught up. “you really are selfish…”

As the hand he’s holding onto quickly grew cold, Alastor hoped, for all its worth, that when he fall, however long it’ll takes, you’ll find the strength to finally accept his love for you. For now, he set his left ear over your heart, his hair stained red, Alastor listened closely for what he thought was the last time, as you and your life stops entirely.

(having done this time and time again, for the first time in a long time, he felt a longing for warmth, your warmth, the one seeping from you and dissipating with the cold air in the night.)

2. If there is ever a need to described himself, then Alastor would be the first to say that he is a man of many thing.

The charming popular radio host of New Orleans, the life of the party, a bachelor second to none. He’s your friendly neighbor who greets you with a smile and a caring friend. He’s the perfect son and an amiable stranger. Everything you want, he will be. Everything, except all you ever wanted from him is someone to talk to.

You’ve always a strong fascination for writing from years gone by. From the gloomy and miserable words of a poor but astute poet, riddled with nihilism and pain, to a long-gone romanticist who wrote fairy tales and chasing love he couldn’t held in his hand, or a myth, lost to time and rewritten over and over again. All the books you ever care to curated in your home is that of the classic and the dead.

Perhaps that’s why he’d grown so attached to you and the poetry you sewn into existence with clumsy words.

With his unfortunate lot in life despite his mother’s best effort –god bless that woman, Alastor would, in time, learn how to play charade better than anyone else, barely remembering the last time he bother to show care to anyone else with love and honesty rather than bemusement. He doesn’t need moth-bitten books to guide him through conversation when he can just as easily play the role of a salesman, granting you the option to pick between a piece of stale bread or the last supper. But only a salesman in the end, his words and gestures is with all the saccharine and none of the sugar.

Although he could never hope to weaves paintings with his word, ever only a mockery of one, Alastor welcome his shortcoming in strides, as long as people bought into his act. For the love he lacks in his heart, valuable you, his treasured companion, would make up for it all.

In stark contrast to his hidden callousness, you were a much more genuine person. The books and stories you gathered throughout your short-lived life give you a means to convey the feelings that made up your whole existence. In the occasion where he manage to pick the right topic, you would choose to hastily penned out your thoughts, writings border-on obsessive as you speak of vivid strokes of emotions no single word in any language can ever hope to capture. And yet, your heart, enraptured by the scenery, frantically beat so loudly in your chest as you speak of worlds end and death departed with shared poison; it would also spoke of a love so ordinary and mundane.

You’d never mourned the Danish storyteller that chased love endlessly, simple deeming it a life worth living. He wondered if you ever regretted telling him that.

(you sing praises to the odds and the out of sort while cursing at the commonplace of life, Alastor charmed the ordinary and laugh at the macabre death brings. as long as you’re there by his side, he have no need to love anything else.)

3. Just like everything else about you, your close proximity to Alastor is not the standard, and should always be seen as an exception.

That evening, you both got shooed away after a particularly early dinner, his mother’s only excuses was that you, the esteemed and beloved guest, already help with cooking, so it’s only natural you’ll get to spend the rest of the stay resting up. Even if the most you ever did was being so horrendous at chopping veggies, Alastor ended up taking over your load instead.

He laugh about it, saying that you’re pretending so you don’t have to do the work. His mother slapped him on the back of his head, while he nearly chop off his own fingers, she comforts you about your culinary skill. You smile at him when she turns her back on you both, knowing full well Alastor’s fighting his instinct to throw the first thing in his hand at you.

You two stand awkwardly on the porch and stare at the only available seat before Alastor argues that he did the most work so he should take the rocking chair. You point out how he’s practically whispering in the hope of his mother not noticing, he doesn’t bother to deny it.

After some mindless chatter, Alastor would suddenly joke about how if he were to ever read the same works as you, maybe he’ll be able to conceived a love so vicious and gentle too. You, sitting just by his feet, only gives him a sheepish smile. It wasn’t until before you’re at the front of his door, already bid his mother goodbye and ready to go back, that you would throw a remark at him.

“I think you’re a pretty vicious guy on your own,” you walk the three step down and continued through the front walk nonchalantly, hands in your coat pocket instead of linking with his like usual. “If you were to love someone, you’ll hurt them in the end. Even if you were to read all of my books.”

You stand at his gate. Although you’re waiting to see whether he’s going to go with you, you might as well have been gauging his reaction. Unconsciously, as he catches your gaze, he relaxed his grip and stride towards you like a panther to a sitting duck.

“You’re welcomed to, by the way. Just don’t dog-tag them.” Faint stinging shot through the heart of his hands from where his nails was digging into. His laugh sounds more like choking as he ignores your offer for now.

“Now, I wasn’t aware you have such a dreadful view of me, let alone thinking I can’t – what?” incredulously, Alastor barks “Love?! HAH!I supposed one of us are going to have to break that pathetic news to my mother.”

The moment he reach you, he catches a soft sigh falling from your lips, “It’s not that I think you can’t, Al.” the nickname that he imprinted on your frontal lobe sounded like nails on chalkboard, “It’s that I think you shouldn’t.”

“How delightful…”

You turned and began to walk on your own. If Alastor was anyone else, he would’ve taken this at face value and get offended at your eccentricity.

“And where, pray tell, does these impressions of yours come from?” He snatched your left arm, pulling it from its resting place and do the job himself. You give him a look, he smiles.

“I’ve been watching you.” His expression must’ve been something, enough for you to instantly stop on the sidewalk as you stammered and tries to pull your arm from him. “Not like that you deviant! I was just trying to get a read on you, since everyone kept talking about you being unattached and all.”

“Yes, yes, I know. What now, you want in on the chase? It’s ok dear, I know I’m utterly irresistible!” Refusing to let go of you, he only laugh on as you scowl. It’s well known to everyone that Alastor have been available for the longest time since anyone ever known him. It was also a well-kept mystery, the fact he have never courted a single person throughout his entire life.

“Utterly hogwash, that’s what you are.” Huffing to yourself, you finally would relent your arm to him. Your shared steps echoing across the darkening street, it’s near curfew. “I do have to say, I see what they meant, about you being a good spouse and all that,” He smiles a bit brighter at that, “But I just can’t see you being vulnerable with anyone else. You despises things not going your way, and love just have too much uncertainty!”

“Yes, yes,” he repeats, as if soothing you from a tantrum, “Weak and frail Alastor, the poor soot of New Orleans, unable to tear his ribcages open and show everyone his organs the same way his beloved whimsical friend here does every day ~.” You hiss as he settled his own weight against you with his head on your shoulder, nearly knocking the both onto the ground, “I guess you’ll just have to be with me for the rest of your life then! If you don’t, I’ll simply drown in my own piled up misery! What a life it’ll be!”

“Sure you will. Now get off and take me back home you dramatic coot.”

4. At that time, there was no need for Alastor to inquire your meaning of “vicious”.

In direct contrast to your trusting nature, you’re also perceptive and doubtful to a fault. The first slight of your tongue was a comment on how he can stop smiling around you. Always with that same gaze as you have now, lying underneath him. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember what he said to you that day. But it was enough for you to stood up and walked from the table with a ten-dollar bill pin under your half-finished lemon tea. The issue was quickly resolved with a phone call to your home, but he quickly learned that you don’t take kindly to – and quite frankly, refused to participate in – saccharine sweet insult.

But at what point did he stop hiding himself and let you read him freely, he thought. If he bit down on his tongue until he bleeds and shut you out like how he did to so many others who couldn’t even take one step near him, then maybe something could’ve turn out differently.

Replaying that moment over and over in his head, for the first time in his life, Alastor think about the concept of love, really think about it. It simply was an aspect of life that he never pay mind to, equating it with romance book and kissing under starry skies, and thus, utterly useless. When he think of love, all he have to go off of is his dear old mother, who sacrifices and suffers so much for him, which, in time, he pay her back with everything he have. His life was only about her and himself and the bodies under the forest floor and it was everything he wanted and more. Until one rainy day, with his eyes on the script he’s writing out for tomorrow’s broadcast, bleary-eyed and hearing the bed calling his name, he thought about you.

When he came to, he already dropped his coffee cup. The brown liquid burns, even through his slipper.

After that, Alastor would start picking out books from your carefully curated shelves, sitting in your armchair and skims through the lines while you spread across the ground like an old cat, he tried to find the feelings that you described to him in the same page you’d read a million times and over. But as he does so, he would soon find that there’s not a single word in any of those old and yellowed pages of yours that is able to captured the quickly spreading rot in his heart. In a frenzied, Alastor would burn through your small library faster than you could ever hope for.

(Alastor knows that time and time, again and again, as long as you’re willing to reach for his hand, he will never let go of yours.

at some point, he’d stop caring about whether you’re willing to at all. why would he, when the meaning of being able to love you became all he care to know at all.)

“You don’t need to love like I do, you know that, right?”

He turns to you, on your stomach, lying in your nest of blankets and pillows with a pencil in hand putting down incomprehensible charcoal shape.

“Bragging now, are we?” he gets up from the armchair and settled down by your side, eyes watching your hand while propping the book he was reading in his lap. You crank your neck and stare at him with a look, “And how are you so sure I want to love like you, dear?”

“You’ve been plowing through my books.”

He sends you a beaming smile, acting innocent while playing with your hair.

“You offered.”

“Aren’t they all the one I told you about?”

Your eyes on the book he’s holding, then the one he just placed back into the shelves. It feels like he’s back in his mother’s kitchen, with his dirty nails behind his back and a poor excuse for the missing bread on the dinner table. Except this time, there’s just you and him in your small living room, and you’re looking awfully smug about it.

Raising his hand in the air, he sigh pitifully, “Ah~, guilty as charged, darling.” and offers nothing else. The silence afterward is enough of a white flag anyway.

Pleased with what you got from him, you turn back to your work, seemingly unaware (or even worse, maybe you don’t care at all) about the gnawing in his chest and the storm raging in his head while his hand weaves through your hair.

The last time you talked to him about love, you more-or-less called him and his love hazardous. While Alastor have no trouble with accepting it from anyone else, with you, it feels as if you’re discarding a part of him to the dogs. Although his knowledge on many topics far exceeds yours, when it came to pure and genuine emotions from the heart, you’d know enough to examine him under all type of love there is, and time after time you’d deemed him impossible to ever love. And despite knowing loving and love is wholly separate, it tears him open to even considers that you’d thought of him as unable to love and be loved and something about it is just so incredibly agonizing to the point of wanting to rip you open so you can see just how unlovable you are too.

But in your living room, sitting right next to you the way no one else is allowed to. He sigh, making sure his words doesn’t come off as unpleasant as he feels.

“If I don’t have to love like you, then how do you supposed I should be doing it?”

“I’m not sure, but hopefully not at all.” You said offhandedly, but you might as well just drove a knife through his stomach, but it’s you, so he let it be, “If you can’t help yourself though, you’ll probably do something really horrible.”

“What do you supposed I’ll do?”

You turn to him, a hint of surprise in your eyes at how close he is now, but you let him be, “Undecided. But you seems like the type to let it eats you alive.”

“I’ll let my love eats me?” Laughing in disbelief, he could almost call you cute with how you nodded to yourself, resolute in your idea about him.

“You’ll let it eats you, yes.”

Alastor chuckled to himself as he tap your sketchbook twice, you hand it to him.

“Well, I’ll need to make sure that I won’t be alone, aren’t I?”

You laugh openly and said that’s true, he’s too selfish to be taken alone. Alastor couldn’t care about how much of that was just more of your usual jest and how much of it is your view of who he is. If you, who love so selflessly and readily, agrees without push back, that someone as selfish as him will doomed whoever it is that he loves so much, then who is he to deny.

At that time, the line of charcoal you put onto the paper come together to show a shadow of a small man dragging a coat by his unseen feet, a mock-up from one of the stories that you loved. Alastor stop wondering if he ever could love something like the poems and stories you’ve read a million times over, instead, he think it’s best if he loves the way you expected him to, the way he can see himself doing.

6. To be loved is to be changed.

You told him this while he stand in your kitchen, trying to shoo you back to the table so he can work without fuzzing over you. And now, while he’s holding you, so cold and so unlike you, Alastor wondered whether you would like it if your bones were to be buried in the same spot as the others.

As much as he’d love to keep it near with him, there’s not a single excuse in the whole round earth that can ever help him convinced his mother of letting him uprooted the garden out back and buried you down there, neither can he bring you with him everywhere. Alastor wants to try taking you to the morgue after he’s done, but how do you explain bringing in a set of skeleton with missing ribs? It’s simple, really.

You don’t.

He lifted you up in his arms and sat back on his sofa, your lulling head settled just below his chin, wanted to savor what’s left of you for just a bit more before rigor mortis sets in and makes you even less of what you are now. The gramophone in the corner of his room spewed utter nonsense as Alastor closes his eyes.

It’s Tuesday tomorrow, but he will have to roll up his sleeves and get to work on cleaning out one of the guest room in his hunting lodge if he doesn’t want the ants to take you first. He’ll have to call in sick, too. Alastor likes to think that when he sees you again, you’ll at least have the will to appreciate the troubles he went through for you and not complaint about being locked up inside. You and the love you have for him, akin to small river, a gentle stream, with orange and yellow leaves floating across, tucked in a forest somewhere. It widdled down the rocks and carved a path for itself. The same one that you oh so heartlessly withheld from Alastor.

You'd appreciate being bury in such a scenery, it’s a shame you won’t be, though your body would’ve made way for the prettiest flowers. But you’ll have to take what he can afford to give. To be loved is to be changed, after all.

(when, not if. having gone on for this long, he’s sure that you’re suspended in between life and death in the hell you refuses to ever believe in. half of him prayed that there’s not a river there so you can drown yourself in it just to forget all about him. the other half prayed you’ll remember nothing at all, even of the literature you love so much.

at some point, where will you stop being yourself? when you forget enough of yourself? Alastor doesn’t need to care about the semantics. he knows he’ll choose you time and again, even if you forget how you love.)

7. You take your time reading through farewell letters.

Unless the cats and dogs on the street can write, then there’s only a few, you kept a significantly smaller number of friends by your side. But it must’ve been hard to even focus with Alastor sitting right next to you.

“Darling, surely we can-“

“Please don’t make this any harder than it already was, Alastor.”

Desperately holding onto your wrist and halted your pace for just a second, he all but plead a hopeless case.

“You’re not thinking straight! Are you really just going to up and leave because someone told you so? After living your whole life here?!”

Your hand, moving like clockwork, already finished with the letters, refusing to stay in his. You pulled back from him and place the rest of the letters in a small wooden box with a deer carved on its lid. “You know it’s not just that.”

In times like these, he wonders if it was himself who have gone mad. As if the whole world is in on one big joke and you are just following along with it. Any moment now, you’ll burst into laughter and tell him that everything is a lie. You’re not moving to Washington to help a friend you know for some years with their business, and you’re not leaving him, not after everything he showed you. But you’re holding onto the letter with his mother’s name written on the front with misty eyes as if you have no other choice. So he held you by the shoulders to the point digging his nails into it and turned you to look at him.

“Then what else is there?! For Christ sakes-“ you look as if this is the hardest thing you’ll ever have to do in your life, he felt as if this is the hardest battle he have to fight, “Please, mon Chéri, talk to me...”

Alastor collapse onto you, his whole weight pins you down on your small couch. Head on your chest, he listens as your heart beats just a bit faster. You let him.

“…what do you think we are, Alastor?”

Without hesitation, he reply.

“We are whatever you want us to be. Whatever it takes for you to stay.”

For someone like you, a romantic at heart, just like who he is now, that should’ve been enough for you to at least considers the possibility of forgetting about what’s right and wrong. For sure, it would’ve been enough for you to stay, if you were anyone else.

But you’re you, and he’s only himself. The romantic in you see through his act for the longest time and still fall in love with him, but just like how your love is selfless and kind, it’s also viciously rational. If you were anyone else, you would’ve ignored the rational part of yours.

“I’m sorry, Alastor.” All this time, he was desperately proving himself to you. Doing everything in his power just so you’re willing to forget your rationale and love him just as much as he loves you. “We’ll die loving each other.”

He doesn’t care if he die, Alastor wants to scream out. He’s ready to die to love you, he have been screaming out all this time. But despite all of his effort, you deemed him a love not worth chasing after till death, while he already planned the path to hell with you.

Your fingers, shaky and gentle, brush through his hair. If it was anyone else, he wouldn’t have to place himself bare and vulnerable like this. But if you were anyone else, he wouldn’t have love you at all. And if it’s death holding you back from loving him, then so be it.

8. For a long time now, Alastor knows you more than anyone else.

You were never a dancer, not by choice either. Its pathetic in the cutest way, how you froze up and refused to move, the way you stutters and try to pull from him only ever makes him want to bully you more. But from the way your brows draws together, to the way you’d tripped over yourself chasing after his footstep, all of it, Alastor earned from you.

From the way you stayed up overnight, to how the bottom of your shoes dragged against the pavement as you walk. From the tip of your pencil, to the bottom of your bookshelves. Every books on your shelves and every sketches. Alastor swear with all his life that no one else knows better than him when it came to you.

He knows intimately the curves you’d penned on your signatures; he knows how you’d change your mind at a moment notice about anything, he knows how you take with you small things on the side of the road that you deemed pretty enough and he knows you still have a lot you want to do here that you’ve told your lovely friend. So it’s only normal for Alastor, the person you grown to love so much, to know exactly why you refuses to even considers being by his side, and it’s just his luck that he also knows just how to write a letter with words just like yours.

So when was it that you got a friend you trusted so wholeheartedly, so faithfully, so much so, you’re your dearly cherished Alastor became a second thought in your mind? Weren’t you a romantic? Weren’t romantics idiots who can’t think straight when it come to love? So why was it that you alone refuses to let yourself love him and remained so loyal to someone you only considered a friend, someone who couldn’t even tell your lettering from his? Was it them? Who fed you lies after lies to captured you in their own hands? Was it them who taught you the telling and sign of a madman? Is that why your view of him was so horrible, you' refused to ever fathom life with him?

He knows you would’ve hated him for this, but Alastor adores you, and sometimes you just don’t know what’s best for you, even when it’s staring at you from across the front walk and following you to your home.

So if someone as rational as you can be swayed back to his lodge for just one more visit, then your friend surely can be swayed too, to come and visit you some other time, down here in your beloved New Orleans.

9. If anyone ever ask anyone else, then they will say that Alastor, beloved local radio host of New Orleans, is a man of many things. But if they were to ask you, then he’s one of the person you cherished the most, and your dearest friend.

He’s everything, the charming popular radio host of New Orleans, the life of the party, a bachelor that’s second to none. Alastor plays himself as your friendly neighbor who will always greets you with a smile and a clenched fist behind his back, hiding a stain just on the cuff of his sleeve in the early morning, a caring friend that offers you help just in the nick of time. Alastor is his mother’s perfect son, who spent more time comforting her about your whereabouts than to care for his own fracturing mind; an amiable stranger, gripping the newspaper detailing yet another disappearance with a bit too much force. Everything you have ever wanted him to be, he was. And yet, to his utter bewilderment and maddening grief, you refused to let him be anyone other than a friend you talked to about everything.

In the letters you saved from your beloved pen pal-turn-missing person, they would call you mature and wise. Sentimental words and kind, to his eyes, all are but hollowed gestures advising, agreeing, and offering you a place up in Washington until you can forget all about him and move on with your life, leaving Alastor to be nothing more than a nostalgic blot on the tablecloth, nothing more than yearning in early Junes. Until you forget the fact you ever love him at all, all because you decided that you couldn’t afford to let yourself be love by him.

Keeping all of it in mind, Alastor decides your dear friend should be bury far away from the comfort of your room. Three years, seven months and eleven days after your death, Alastor dragged a body into the woods. Not just any old one like usual, but not anything else too special.

It’s odd, even though you’ve been gone for the more than a year by now, it’s almost as if you’ve neve left his side. Maybe it’s the rest of you, lying peacefully in your nest of pillows and blankets, in your room that he diligently maintain. Maybe it’s your shared books he sometimes takes from his shelves and skims through in the dead of night after a hard day. Maybe it’s the locked box, sitting by his work desk welcoming him home after a night out, the same one he held in his hands, void of blood and anything else.

Or maybe it’s the reverberating sounds of heartbeat, so unlike his own. In both his waking days, in his reveries, over the sounds of the jazz band down in his favorite speakeasy and following him into the woods. Ever so silently, oh-so gently, utterly viciously in his left ear.

In any other case, Alastor finds he absolutely adores the idea of your ghost haunting him until his fell into his grave.

(you said that he should never love because he couldn’t be in control. he mourn the fact you never even let him prove you wrong. Alastor would’ve let you dance on his rotting corpse if that’s what it takes for you to let him call you his.)

10.

Somewhere in his heart, Alastor had hoped that you of all people can evade the hand of rots.

It’s a genuine shame that in the end, all of the words in the world will do nothing to stop you from sharing the lot with the others, he thought, staring down from where he straddled you with his hand peeling off layers of skins and fat. Warm fingers brushes against your hollowed cheek, before raising a small hammer and bringing down onto your bare chest. Alastor wants to preserve you for as long as possible, but to do that properly, he might as well take all of your innards out and sewn you up. It’s not that he’s not open to that idea, Alastor love every part of you. It’s just that he’s sure you’ll be extremely upset when you find out. So he’ll have to get comfortable with doing things the hard way, no matter how hard it is to do so.

With steady fingers in spite of the drumming in his ears, Alastor patiently picks out every pieces of bones he could, placing them into a small, wooden box. With a wistful smile, he closes the lid and set it aside. He miss you already.

Pushing your lungs out of the way, he dig his hands in. With blood runs up to his wrist, Alastor tries to be as gentle as he can while pulling your heart out. One hand holding onto it, another carefully cutting away everything that ties it to your body.

Distinctly, every part of you was always warm, and over time, Alastor, who’s hands are as cold as winter itself, find comfort in your touch. It was almost like you were made just for him, and him, you. And now, with your heart, cold and silent in his hand, Alastor realized what a miserable life it will be to go on living without your warmth with him from now on until he’s six feet under. But it’s ok, he’s sure of it, because above all else, what he’s been chasing after this whole time is in his hand.

For a brief moment, Alastor wondered if he were to meet you in another lifetime, one where you aren’t so complicated and so in love with the idea of living a fair life and a right love, would you have let yourself be wrong and love him. But he’s glad that your love, with all its beautiful intricacies that causes him this much pain, with a wound in it, still look as beautiful as he hoped.

Sinking his teeth into it, into you, the taste of iron and metallic flooded his mouth and drown his senses as he closed his eyes shut and nearly buckled under the taste of you. There’s not a single word in the book to describe the visceral sensations running through his blood and spreading through his every veins. Alastor shivers, the back of his head felt numb, his fever grows as he desperately takes his time and savor you. It’s a shame you can’t last forever, but he’ll take what he can get for now.

(as his teeth tears into your veins, he hears a sounds, so familiar, somewhere in the corner of his ears. it wasn’t until he caught his own heart beating that he realized that the rhythm he’s hearing isn’t his at all.

until the day you two can meet again, until then. he pray he will never forget the sounds of your heart, beating so gently.)

#alastor #hazbin hotel #x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel oneshots

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zean-velian · 3 months ago

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Greetings everbody! Hope you're having a great time today!. In this day i want to present to you all....!

¡¡¡The extravaganza of the life of Y/N Cookie!!!

It's just memes with Y/N Cookie's (a.k.a you) as the protagonist. Based around @brittle-doughie 's cookie-jar memes!

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Y/n cookie: you five are the most malicious cookies i've ever met

The beast cookies: we commited crimes far and wide across earth-bread just so web could "save" cookie-kind

[Cue to the polyamorous wedding between them and Y/N cookie]

The beast cookies *in thought* : we're not going to ask how this happened and we're gonna kiss the life and soul of this cute cookie

[After the wedding Y/N Cookie got their face covered up in lipstick marks red, ivory, blue, pink and purple and they're sitting on the floor all knocked-out]

Shadow Milk cookie *wearing lipstick of his color*: oh my, cutie~! What happened to your face~?

Shadow Milk cookie *turning to eternal sugar cookie and silent salt cookie that is without his helmet* : did you do that?

Eternal Sugar Cookie: we did not done that~

Silent Salt Cookie: *shakes their head in a "no" geasture*

Burning Spice Cookie: then... who did?

[They're all holding the urge to laugh]

Mystic flour Cookie: indeed... who did it?

[Laughter ensues]

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[This one happened when Y/N cookie and Chocolate Frosting Cookie where dating and they were on a hill looking at the moon]

Y/N Cookie: isn't this so beautiful it's just you and i under the moonlight~

Moonlight cookie: HEY! you should break-up with them and come to me Y/N Cookie!

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Sea Fairy Cookie: do you want to make out?

Y/N cookie: No

Sea Fairy Cookie: *cries internally* ne neither i want to sleep *snores laying on top of Y/N Cookie

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Fire Spirit Cookie: Have dinner with me!!! Please! Please! Please!

Y/N Cookie: how about we have it one night?

Fire Spirit Cookie: *sniffles* *sniff* Come on now!!! Every night

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[Y/N Cookie was sparring with Pitaya Dragon Cookie as usual and Pitaya managed to grab Y/N by the neck and put them on the ground]

Pitaya Dragon Cookie: i've finally caught you, you sleek crumb

Y/n Cookie: *pets their head*

Pitaya Dragon Cookie: *chuckles* did you really think that i would let you go by just head-patting me~?

Y/N Cookie: *stops petting*

Pitaya Dragon Cookie: Wait! I didn't say stop!

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[Ananas Dragon Cookie lifted Y/N Cookie off the ground using one hand]

Y/N Cookie: ...do i weight anything to you?

Ananas Dragon Cookie: no... it's like holding a couple of grapes [<-the fruit]

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[Y/N cookie was about to give Lotus Dragon Cookie a good-bye kiss but they did not want them to leave yet so, Lotus Dragon Cookie coiled their tail around Y/N cookie leaving the poor cookie trapped for witches know how long]

Y/N Cookie: I fell into a trap... i went for a good-bye kiss and now... they got me... and they won't let me go

Lotus Dragon Cookie: Mine~

Y/N Cookie: ok now alright, but. *struggles* humpf!

Lotus Dragon Cookie: Mine

Y/N Cookie: *struggles* eh!

Lotus Dragon Cookie: Mine...

Y/N Cookie: *struggles* ha!-

Lotus Dragon Cookie: Mine!

Y/N Cookie: witches dammit!

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[Lychee Dragon Cookie is tugging to the side of Y/N Cookie for affection some time later of their last interaction with them (in their Mangosteen Cookie disguise)]

Lychee Dragon Cookie: hey! Do you remember the last time you gave me your unwilling love and kindness?

Lychee Dragon Cookie: i would like some more now please

Y/N Cookie: ... well only if you apologize to Rambutan cookie and her tribe

Lychee Dragon Cookie: and if a don't?

Y/N Cookie: you don't get affection

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Y/N Cookie: i wish you were gay so we could make-out

Longan Dragon Cookie: who said i wasn't gay?

Y/N Cookie: ...

Longan Dragon Cookie: ...

[They made-out session between those two lasted 2 whole hours]

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[Golden Cheese Cookie after finding out that Y/N Cookie is depressed ]

Golden Cheese Cookie: crying all by yourself lovely~? Ah ha~ i also have severe depression, mind if join you~?

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Rye Cookie: Are ya a cowboy or a cowgirl?

Y/N Cookie: I'm just a cow

Rye Cookie: *proud* the purest answer

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Gelato Trio Cookie: this is Y/N Cookie, Y/N cookie loves their personal space

Gelato Trio Cookie: unfournately they're also the most wanted cookie in earth-bread for they're unique aura all of the cookies that get in presense of it also love Y/N Cookie's personal space

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White Lily Cookie: she was poetry but he couldn't read...

Hollyberry Cookie: his name was Jarred he's 19

Golden Cheese Cookie: when his parents built a strange machine

Pure Vanilla Cookie: watch that scene dig in the dancing queen~🎶!

Dark Cacao Cookie: Ay macarena!

Y/N cookie: *holding their laughter* horrible job everyone...

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Abyss Monarch Cookie: Will you stop it?! You're killing my emo legendary cookie personality

Y/N Cookie: who's a good octopi~?

Abyss Monarch Cookie: ... me ~<3

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Black Sugar Swan Cookie: you're dead and buried darling~

Y/N Cookie: and bricked! Ho ho! Hello!

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Y/N Cookie: did you know you can overdose in potassium?

Ion Robot Cookie: really?

Y/N Cookie: yes it's... bananas

Ion Robot Cookie: processing statement.... ha ha ha!

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Licorice Cookie: Hey uh... does your pet bite?

Red Velvet Cookie: first of all he's not a pet and second of all, no but he can hurt you in other ways

Chiffon: *bark* (Y/N Cookie will never love you)

Licorice Cookie: *heartbroken* *GASP* how dare you!?

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Elder Custard Cookie: You always are so positive about anything, always believing in that everything will work out, how do you do it?

Y/N Cookie: Well then i'll tell you my secret sir... i lie to myself, every morning when i wake-up i say "everything is going to work out" but i'm lying

Y/N Cookie: *grips on the elder shoulder* i don't know how much longer i can do 🫠 *lets go* have a good day sir!😁

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Snickerdoodle Cookie (a.k.a Y/N Cookie's Dad) : my child is in age to have a couple does anyone want to go out with them?

Shadow Milk Cookie: but sir your child already is ina relationship and it's with me and my now spouses

Snickerdoodle Cookie: You. Should. Be. Back. In. The. Tree

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And that is all for now! Hope you had fun reading and

!!!Catch ya Later!!!

#cookie run #cookie run x reader #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom #cookie run x you #cookie run kingdom x reader #y/n cookie

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tianasimstreehouse · 2 years ago

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Occult Recipebook

Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and caldron bubble.

INTRO

Occult gameplay is up there with one of my favourite ways to play. Food is a part of our Sims lives, and should also be for occults so that they can cook up their preferred foods.

This Occult Recipebook is a collection of custom recipes (food and drink) for Occult Sims in the Sims 4.

I have started off this occult culinary journey with: ✨SPELLCASTERS✨

I have plans to later create foods for each occult life state, so I will keep adding to the recipe book.

“Spellcasters” as a life state can be played in so many different ways: they can range from gnarly evil witches who practice black magic and eat bird entrails, to happy little fairies who live in cottages surrounded by woods and flowers! I have tried to include a little bit of everything in the recipes I have created. These foods are a mix of fairy, fantasy, green garden witch, apothecary, or black-magic sorcerer etc.

They effect Spellcasters and/or human Sims in many weird and wonderful ways.

E.g. Nettle Tea which helps teenagers suffering with acne, Milk Thistle Biscuits which leave the consumer with prickly thistles in their tongue, and Eye of Newt Soup which most Sims will find disgusting but which Spellcasters will happily slurp up.

RECIPES

39 new recipes for your Spellcasters!

~ Realm of Magic is required for these recipes ~

**there's a fair amount of pack-integration, and be sure to read the pack recommendations on the Patreon post for each recipe** to make sure nothing is missing or glitching.

Meals Dandelion Salad - increases SCs gardening skill, fills PlantSims' hunger Nettle Soup Soft-Boiled Golden Eggs - makes Sims glow and glitter Pumpkin Pasties Pomegranate Halves Eye of Newt Soup - makes other Sims feel sick Valerian Root Pie - other Sims won't like this dish Elderberry Jam Toast Toadstool Soup - inspires SCs, normal Sims won't like this dish Salamander Stew - other Sims won't like this dish Spiced Honey Bread - SCs will gain all skills faster Raised Newt Pie - makes other Sims feel sick Dragon Livers - Werewolves will love these and normal Sims won't Raised Phoenix Pie - Sims will randomly breathe fire for a while and feel confident

Desserts Milk Thistle Biscuits - chance to get uncomfortable thistles in tongue Huckleberry Jam Cream Puffs - makes SCs playful Fairy Bread Soul Cakes Huckleberry Pie Juniper Berry Jam Biscuits Honeycomb Cakes - SCs will gain all skills faster Valerian Custard Tart Toadstool Cookies Cursed Cookies - wouldn't recommend eating these... serve them to enemies! Eating one may leave the SC eater cursed. Good Sims will sense the evil inside and get sad Canning *Requires Cottage Living Canning Skill Gooseberry Jam Elderberry Jam Rosehip Jelly Drinks *Bar/alcoholic drinks require Mixology skill, and a Bar. Acorn Coffee (*coffee machine) Pumpkin Juice Willow Bark Tea - A home remedy to cure most illnesses, food poisoning etc Sage Tea - soothes stress and anger, SCs are focused and improve logic skills faster Nettle Tea - helps teens suffering from acne Lavender Tea - makes Sims flirty Mugwort Tea - reduces fear or panic Butterbeer - gives SCs confidence Mandrake Ale Nettle Wine Dandelion Wine Elderberry Wine

INFO & DOWNLOAD (early access): https://www.patreon.com/posts/79514896?pr=true Milk & Cookies: Now! Sugar Cookies: May 24th Public: May 31st

Pro tip for Windows PC users: Please make sure to delete the MACOSX folders/files that can appear after you extract the mod's files, otherwise the game may throw an error and not load at all.

TRANSLATIONS Polish - ❤️ Daisy1728, find their translation over here French - ❤️ Heidi / LuniverSims, find their translation here

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queensharotto · 1 year ago

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Brittle Doughie’s Cookie Run x Reader Masterlist (Part 3: Early 2023)

A masterlist of @brittle-doughie’s Cookie Run stories organized by month.

Genre Emojis

😞 is for angst, 🎃 is for Halloween, 🎄 is for Christmas, 🍪 is for Cannibalism, 💗 is for Yandere, 💝 is for Valentine’s, 👻 is for Horror, 🎂 is for Birthday, 💚 is for Yandere!White Lily Cookie

The Indents are related to the featured cookies. If there are numerous cookies (Over 10 Cookies Featured), I’ll make a note on that as well. Additionally, I’ll categorize various cookies if they’re associated with a specific hobby, location, food etc.

Also, the ⭐️ will indicate a story featuring one of Brittle’s OCs.

January 2023 ❄️

• “Molded, Battered, Whole”

Featuring: The Five Dragons

• “Y/N Cookie getting Injured”

Featuring: Pomegranate Cookie, Mala Sauce Cookie, Black Raisin Cookie, Financier Cookie and Princess Cookie

• “Foul Play” 💗

Featuring: The Cherry Stars

• “Seize the Spin”

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “Face the Music!”

Featuring: Gingerbrave and Friends, B.A.D 4, Manager Scarlet and Producer D.K.E.C

• “Two Sides of a Coin”

Featuring: Hollyberry Cookie

• “New Time Balance Department Cookies”

Featuring: The Time Balance Department

• “Sands of the Sale”

Featuring: Yogurt Cream Cookie and Lilac Cookie

• “Memories”

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “Coworkers Delight”

Featuring: Maple Taffy Cookie

• “Spared No Expense 2”

Featuring: Cheesecake Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie’s Valentine’s Day Experience” 💝

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “A Fish in a Barrel”

Featuring: Affogato Cookie and the Cookies of the Dark Cacao Kingdom

• “Good Day for Walks”

Featuring: Pure Vanilla Cookie

• “A Handycookie’s Expertise”

Featuring: Coffee Candy Cookie, Baguette Cookie, Dark Fondue Cookie, Maple Taffy Cookie and Marble Bread Cookie

• “Chaos and Control”

Featuring: Twizzly Gummy Cookie and her Gang

• “House is Where The Heart Is”

Featuring: Raspberry Mousse Cookie

• “The Serenity or The Charismatic”

Featuring: Pure Vanilla Cookie and Clotted Cream Cookie

• “Eternity”

Featuring: Snow Sugar Cookie

• “Interactions with Milky Way Cookie during Episode 15”

Featuring: Milky Way Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie Dislikes People Yelling”

Featuring: Hollyberry Cookie, Purple Yam Cookie, Carol Cookie, and Caramel Arrow Cookie

• “No Deed Goes Unnoticed”

Featuring: The Cookies of the Dark Cacao Kingdom

• “At Your Beck and Call”

Featuring: The Pearl Legion and House Custard Soldiers

• “Ayo, Their Pouch Responses”

Featuring: Sea Fairy Cookie and Moonlight Cookie

• “No Dice” 💗

Featuring: Clotted Cream Cookie and the Ancient Cookies

• “Undeserving”

Featuring: Affogato Cookie’s Disciples, Dark Cacao Cookie, Adventurer Cookie, and Captain Ice Cookie

• “But the Dance is Today!”

Featuring: Cookies of the Hollyberry Kingdom

• “Y/N Cookie’s Tailoring Hobby”

Featuring: The Tailor Cookies

• “Lost Amidst Matrimony” 😞💗

Featuring: Pure Vanilla Cookie and White Lily Cookie

• “Sweet Heartmender” 💝

Featuring: Blue Lily Cookie and Lilybell Cookie

• “Burger Chain Backfire”

Featuring: Reporter Cookie and Shining Glitter Cookie

February 2023 💝

• “Antagonized”

Featuring: Almond Cookie, Truffle Cookie, Butter Pretzel Cookie, Lollipop Cookie, and Melon Bun Cookie

• “Even More Heartbreak”

Featuring: Black Pearl Cookie, Captain Caviar Cookie, and Seaweed Cookie

• “Star of the Industry” ⭐️

Featuring: Dumpling Cookie (debut), Reporter Cookie, and various Music Cookies

• “The Sugar Swan’s Treasure”

Featuring: The Sugar Swan

• “Y/N Cookie Blurbs”

Featuring: Various Cookies

• “Pet Times”

Featuring: Carrot Cookie, Cheesecake Cookie, and Baguette Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie’s First Encounter with Stardust Cookie”

Featuring: Stardust Cookie and Moonlight Cookie

• “Moon Pie Cookie”

Featuring: Moonlight Cookie

• “Tales of Sweetness” 💝

Featuring: Carrot Cookie, Beet Cookie, Red Velvet Cookie, Pomegranate Cookie and Light Cream Cookie

• “If Y/N Cookie Hated Someone”

Featuring: Dark Choco Cookie, Pomegranate Cookie, Affogato Cookie, Ice Juggler Cookie and Cocoa Cookie

• “Movie Star Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Cheesecake Cookie, Blackberry Cookie, Cocoa Cookie, Mint Choco Cookie, Tea Knight Cookie, Eclair Cookie, Twizzly Gummy Cookie and Shining Glitter Cookie

• “Duel of Hearts”

Featuring: White Choco Cookie and Rose Cookie

• “A Very Much Invited Guest”

Featuring: The Cookies of the Hollyberry Kingdom

• “Fashion Week 2?”

Featuring: Cheesecake Cookie, Chestnut Cookie, and the Tailor Cookies

• “Po-tay-to, Po-tah-to”

Featuring: The Vegetable Cookies

March 2023 🌱

• “Artist Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Butter Pretzel Cookie, Cheesecake Cookie, Truffle Cookie and Pastry Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie’s Costume Concepts”

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “Drawings for the Little Cookies”

Featuring: Lollipop Cookie, Walnut Cookie, Onion Cookie and Strawberry Crepe Cookie

• “Ya Like Raisin Buns?”

Featuring: Black Raisin Cookie

• “Sweetheart Timekeeper Cookie” 💝

Featuring: Timekeeper Cookie

• “Stress from a Job”

Featuring: Baguette Cookie, Almond Cookie, Pizza Cookie, Dr. Bones Cookie and Kumiho Cookie

• “Ancient Y/N Cookie’s All Nighters”

Featuring: The Ancient Cookies

• “Y/N Cookie being part of a Royal Family”

Featuring: Madeleine Cookie, Financier Cookie, Red Velvet Cookie, Chocolate Bonbon Cookie and Rougefort Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie having a Nightmare”

Featuring: Moonlight Cookie, Milky Way Cookie and Stardust Cookie

• “Downstream: Part 1”

Featuring: Affogato Cookie and the Cookies of the Dark Cacao Kingdom

• “Group Findings”

Featuring: Cauliflower Cookie and Peperoncino Cookie

• “Volunteering to be a parent to Y/N Cookie’s child (Part 1)”

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “Sea Fairy x Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Sea Fairy Cookie

• “A Jammed Heart” 😞

Featuring: Chocolate Frosting Cookie

• “Croissant Cookie vs. Timekeeper Cookie”

Featuring: Croissant Cookie, Timekeeper Cookie, Coffee Candy Cookie and Dark Fondue Cookie

April 2023 ☔️

• “A Forced Hand” ⭐️

Featuring: Salsa Cookie (debut) and the Ancient Cookies

• “Y/N Cookie in Scovillia”

Featuring: Scovillia Headmaster, Capsaicin Cookie, Parfaedia Principal, Prune Juice Cookie, Creme Knights Preceptor and Kouign-Amann Cookie

• “From Afar”

Featuring: Chocolate Bonbon Cookie, Croissant Cookie, Sour Belt Cookie and Lime Cookie

• “Kindred Souls”

Featuring: Milk Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie Comforting Centipede Cookie”

Featuring: Centipede Cookie, Lilac Cookie and Scorpion Cookie

• “Chocolate Frosting Cookie trying to redeem herself”

Featuring: Chocolate Frosting Cookie, Croissant Cookie, Coffee Candy Cookie, Dark Fondue Cookie and Timekeeper Cookie

• “The Pudding Cup Circus”

Featuring: Banana Cookie, Ice Juggler Cookie, Licorice Cookie and Pomegranate Cookie

• “Cookies of Darkness Go to the Movies”

Featuring: The Cookies of Darkness

• “Volunteering to be a parent to Y/N Cookie’s child (Part 2)”

Featuring: Financier Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie, Red Velvet Cookie, Madeleine Cookie, Captain Caviar Cookie and Clotted Cream Cookie

• “Exiled from their Kingdom: The Darkness’s Offering”

Featuring: The Cookies of Darkness

• “No Simp September”

Featuring: Hollyberry Cookie, Kumiho Cookie, Frost Queen Cookie, Blueberry Pie Cookie and Princess Cookie

• “I’ll Miss You” 😞

Featuring: The Ancient Cookies

• “The Incorrect Quote Cookie Jar #2”

Featuring: Numerous Cookies

• “Y/N Cookie in the Crème Knights”

Featuring: Financier Cookie, Vanilla Sugar Cookie, Kouign-Amann Cookie, Prune Juice Cookie and Capsaicin Cookie

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wumblr · 2 years ago

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universally hated gifts are the funniest stardew game mechanic. i've already made a post about qi fruit ("why is the farmer suddenly obsessed with growing fruit that looks like that weird guy, ew" -- this has since been deprecated and some villagers like it now, although it is still largely worthless despite being one of the hardest agricultural skills in real life). nobody likes treasure chests, presumably due to some kind of superstition, and nobody likes fossils, presumably because they are a memento mori. everybody hates snails except vincent (slightly realistic but i feel like demetrius and leah should like them). everybody hates uranium except maru. everybody hates poppies and they are all so fake for that. you would think somebody would at least like fairy dust. abigail should like monster musk, right? but she doesn't. nobody thinks the drum block is cool, which is presumably why sam's band has to go to zuzu city to even find a venue. pelican town will never become a hit arts and crafts location for ceramics because nobody likes clay. not even alex likes muscle remedy or energy tonic. and the mobile-only error bread from the saloon? gettoutaheah! everybody hates sugar

#stardew valley

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Fairy Gardens ; RICKY

PAIRING fairy!ricky , afab!reader

GENRE smut 18+

SYNOPSIS You’ve always wanted a fairy of your own, making a plan to capture one. Quickly realizing they’re a handful.

WORD COUNT 1.6k

WARNINGS fairies, kidnapping, potions, pussy eating (reader receiving), slight fluff(?), virgin!reader, cuddling, bondage (you tie him to a tree)

♫ nature boy (acoustic) - aurora

a/n day four of monstober ! this isn’t proofread .. sorry for any mistakes but I love fairy!ricky and his little ears that twitch when he’s excited ㅠㅠ please consider liking and reblogging, ty! ♡

Huffing as you place your new fairy house into your garden, you trudge into the forest to hunt for some berries to use for your dinner, being careful to not step on any flowers. Finding a berry bush you sit down on a rock, tucking your skirt underneath you as you start picking berries, inspecting them before dropping them into the basket. Once your basket is full to the brim, you make your way back down to your home making a quick stop at the small creek to check on your oldest fairy house to ensure it was still safe. Surely enough it stayed tucked into one of the rocks, the creek not yet overflowing thanks to it being Autumn. A bell-like noise quipped your attention turning around seeing a fairy face level seemingly yelling at you for intruding. You explain that you made the house so it was technically yours amused by his cheeks flushing red as he speaks quicker, his wings fluttering as he loses steam.

You place the fairy in the palm of your hand, his tiny body shaking as he tries to catch his breath. You take a small dropper from your coat pocket, carefully placing it against his lips offering him a few droplets. He’s hesitant but being tired and the desperation for something sweet wins in the end, gulping the sweet berry liquid until satisfied. Placing him back down onto one of the creek’s rocks listening as his small bell-like noises turn into words as he grows human sized, his bashful hands covering himself.

“What was in that?” He questioned, ripping a lily pad from the water to help cover his lap as he crossed his legs. With a smirk you take the dropper back out of your pocket and feigned being surprised, placing a hand over your mouth before replying.

“Oh no, I must’ve given you the wrong thing! I didn’t realize I grabbed a potion, silly me.”

His eyes narrow as he rubs the space between his eyes calling you incompetent, demanding you fix this immediately. Shaking your head you hide the amusement from listening to him whine and complain about how this was unfair and all your fault. Explaining to him it’ll run its course after a few hours (another lie) you tell him to relax and follow you to which he decides it was better than being alone naked in the woods. Reaching your cottage you allow him to enter first, walking away to fetch him a pair of clothes turning away to let him change. He had incredible features, pretty cheekbones that sat high on his face, a pixie nose that made your heart race as you let your mind wander off before being back to reality by the sound of him clearing his throat.

“Yes?”

“I’m hungry, do you have any food?”

A part of you wants to tease him but you decided against it, cutting him up a hefty slice of bread with a side of fresh berries, and tea. Sliding the jar of sugar cubes over you stifled a laugh as you watch him eat the sugar cubes explaining they go into the tea. Embarrassment rosies his cheeks as he places a few into his cup bringing it to his lips to take a few small sips, his eyes lighting up as he quickly finishes the first two cups. He was cute muttering in your head that it was a shame you’d morally have to shrink him back into his normal size and let him go back to his own life.

“What’s your name?” You questioned while making your own cup of tea to sip on, deciding it wouldn’t hurt to get to know him a little.

“Ricky.” He replied, puffing up his cheeks when you repeated his name out loud, saying you liked it. The two of you spend an hour talking about life and experiences, Ricky’s demineer changing as he relaxed and shared a few laughs. Deciding it’s best to not drag on the inevitable you tell Ricky it’s time to go ignoring the sad expression on his face. Your heart strangely ached as you both walked quietly through the forest coming up to the creek, you fishing for the reverser in your pocket. Handing it over to Ricky you tell him to drink up, going to walk away after bidding him goodbye. He stops you screaming that you were harsh, not asking how he felt about this, confusion striking across your face as you tell him to hush up and go back to his life. Anger flashes across his face as he slams the vile against the rocks, you screaming that he was an idiot for doing so since it would take days to perfect a new one.

“That’s unfortunate.” Is all Ricky says as he walks back towards the cottage leaving you to scoff at his audacity. Stomping after him you grab onto the back of his shirt pulling him backwards until he knocks into you, telling you to get off but you don’t budge. Moving your hand from his shirt to his arm you turn him around, telling him he needed to go home, shaking his head as he pointed towards the cabin.

“That’s home.”

Groaning you start dragging him back to the creek ignoring his angry words as you tell him to stay here and you’ll figure out something quicker to change him back. He follows you behind crashing into your back as you stop in your tracks turning around and yelling at him to go back to which he shakes his head, groaning in frustration as you drag him once more back to the creek. Deciding you had enough (are all fairies this annoying?) you grab a handful of vines cornering Ricky and tying his up to a tree, telling him to just stay put. Ricky glares at you trying to pull from his restraints, the vines bruising his delicate skin. Guilt pricks your mind as it’s your fault the two of you were in this mess, sighing undoing the vines and demanding he follow you quietly back to the house.

Nightfall covered the meadow, leaving you two sitting quietly in candlelight as you knitted a new sweater for Ricky, who sat by your legs with his face stuffed into a book. A hand on your knee makes you jump nearly knocking over your yarn basket before remembering Ricky being here, his laughter turning your cheeks pink.

“It’s not nice to be scared.”

He shakes his head lifting the book, his eyes full of curiosity and much to your embarrassment.

“Are all the books in your library this graphic?”

You yank the book from his hand tossing it behind the couch hiding back into your work out of embarrassment. It’s not often you had visitors let alone ones who peeked at your literature. Trying to ignore Ricky’s teasing and questions a gasp falls from your lips as he pushes himself between your legs, arms on your thighs with his chin tucked into them.

“Ricky please move.” You turn to face away from him embarrassed by the close approximation of your bodies. You could feel yourself already soaked through your panties, being a virgin making the slightest touch against your skin soaking wet. He ignores your demands, rubbing his face against your skirt fabric that covers your thighs, his hands running down your legs before sliding up under your skirt. It feels strangely wrong to watch him as he bunches up the fabric to expose your legs and panties, his pixie nose dangerously close to your cunt as he looks up now considering asking for permission. Nodding you bite your bottom lip as he places gentle kisses against the fabric of your panties, his ears twitching as you whimper when he curiously pushes them out of the way to fully expose you to himself. His breath fans over your already wet cunt making your head fall back as he pushes your legs apart to make more room for himself, tonguing in between your folds as his nose brushes against your clit. Snaking a hand down into his soft blonde locks you curse under your breath as he eagerly tries to get noises out of you, moving his fingers to work alongside his tongue. It’s a deadly combo, begging him to slow down his pace feeling your brain go fuzzy at the edges.

Yanking his head back by his hair you nearly cum as he stares at you through hooded eyes, clearly pussy drunk as his lips and chin are covered with your juices. He whines pathetically trying to get back between your thighs but your grip is firm, a scowl covering his face before softening his features.

“Please, taste so sweet.” He all but fluttered his lashes making you drop your hand, falling for his evil tactics not holding yourself back as he eats you out so well. Ricky lets you hold his head in place as you ride his face, his nose so good against your clit leaving you shaking like a leaf. Curling his fingers tips you over the edge, spilling onto his tongue while riding out your orgasm with his pretty face. Panting you apologize to Ricky letting go of his hair so he could lift his head up to breathe, flustered as he smiles at you, face completely drenched. He tells you not to apologize, fixing your skirt (as you pretend not to see him pocket your panties), coming to clean his face with a rag whilst sitting next to you.

“Am I allowed to stay here with you?” He questioned smirking in victory as you told him yes, pressing a kiss against his cheek.

#gothlcsan #smut #kinktober #monstober #ricky #zb1 x reader #zb1 ricky #zerobaseone smut #zb1 smut #ricky zb1 smut #kpop smut

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