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Give a Second Chance to Cupid - Episode 8

A/N: This one is clearly filler so it's gonna be slightly lackluster. I think also, unless they play some form of pivotal role, I won't tag the canon cookies even if they show up time to time.

Warnings: None

Episode 9:

“Hey Cupid Cookie!” Neapolitan Cookie called out from her bedroom as she untangled a frost curler from her hair. “Hey Cupid Cookie, can you come here really quickly?!”

Cupid Cookie flew over and leaned against Neapolitan Cookie’s door frame, eyes barely open and hair messy as she just rolled out of bed. “Mm?”

“Misfit Cookie has a mandatory field trip today. I’d go, but something has come up and I won’t be able to make it.” She started to smooth her hair with a brush. 

“You want me to go?”

“Oh thanks for offering!”

Cupid Cookie woke up slightly. “I didn’t-okay. Hold on, why can’t she go by herself?”

“Last time she went unsupervised, she broke away from the group and no cookie noticed until after they arrived at Parfaedia Academy. And they’re going to the Blueberry Yogurt Academy for this trip, so it’s important that some cookie keeps an eye on her.”

Cupid Cookie pressed her lips into a thin line. “I..is that a good idea? Misfit Cookie isn’t exactly fond of me.”

Neapolitan Cookie scoffs. “She says that. But let’s be real, she doesn’t mean that. I know my niece, and she doesn’t hate cookies. Only says it or act that way to be tough.” She turns in her seat to face Cupid Cookie, giving her friend a gentle smile. “It’ll be fine, Cupid Cookie.”

Cupid Cookie didn’t fight, nodding her head slowly. “Alright.”

“You might wanna get ready now, school hours.” Neapolitan Cookie says as she faces her vanity again.

“What do you mean?”

“You got five minutes, girl.”

“Shit.” Cupid Cookie flew faster than the wind, nearly throwing up, to her bedroom.

“Let me do one more headcount just to make double sure every cookie is present. Spread out a little, please!” The kind voice from Professor Latte Cookie grabbed the attention of her students. Pointing at each young cookie as she tallied in her head. Then when she reached the last one, a slightly disappointed sigh escaped her and her smile slightly faltered. “We’re still missing one.”

“It’s always Misfit Cookie.” One student murmurs to her friends, the small group letting out a disappointed groan.

“Now now, let’s not be upset. We’ll give our student some more time to be here and then we’ll be on our trip soon.” Latte Cookie spoke up, her attitude chipper.

“Professor Latte Cookie,��� Another student calls out, holding his hand up while the other holds up his phone, “it says the Blueberry Yogurt Academy will stop doing tours in two hours!”

“We should just leave her behind!” A student exclaimed, causing the group to roar in agreement.

Latte Cookie waved her hand down to the group. “Settle down, settle down.” She sighs. Then she felt a slight nudge at her side, grabbing her attention.

“This isn’t the first time that student has caused us to be late, you know?” An annoyed Espresso Cookie whispered to Latte Cookie. “This is very important for us, Latte Cookie. Let’s just leave her behind to truly teach her a lesson about the importance of attendance.”

“I will not abandon my student, Espresso Cookie.” She whispered, raising her tone in disbelief. “If we don’t make it in time, we’ll schedule it for next time.”

“There won’t be a next time. I checked! This cost nearly half the budget the Institute has. Why let it go to waste because of one, careless student?”

Latte Cookie looked down and bit her lip. Then she turns her gaze to her colleague, “We’ll give her twenty more minutes.”

“Make it ten.”

“Fifteen.”

Espresso Cookie rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

Latte Cookie faced her students, smiling warmly. “Alright class, we’ll give this student fifteen minutes to arrive! Alright?”

The students murmured in annoyance but complied, passing the time to talk with their friends or write in their books.

Time flew by, fifteen minutes was nearly up.

“We’re down to seconds.”

Latte Cookie scoffed. “Have you really been keeping track? You really are something else, Espresso Cookie.”

“Because I take attendance and punctuality seriously. Some of these cookies could learn a thing or two.” He says, fixing the cuffs of his suit.

“There she is!” A student shouted, grabbing all of the cookies' attention.

“That isn’t Neapolitan Cookie with her.” Latte Cookie turned her head slightly to whisper.

“Obviously.” Espresso Cookie whispered back, brows furrowed in confusion.

“That might explain it.”

“Not really.”

“Sorry we’re late!” Cupid Cookie apologized, chipper tone as she dipped her head. “It took us some time to arrive! We missed breakfast!”

Misfit Cookie looked at Cupid Cookie with confusion, caught off guard by the older Cookie’s tone change. But she rolled her eyes. “You got ready late.”

Cupid Cookie laughed nervously. “Even so, we’re very very sorry!”

Latte Cookie approached, a smile beaming as she extended a hand. “No need for apologies. It’s rather nice to meet you!” Then she pulled back quickly, “I’d like to chat more, but we must be on our way now. It’s a bit of a trip to the Academy.”

“Yes, right!” Cupid Cookie nodded her head.

As the group prepared for their departure, Misfit Cookie whispered to Cupid Cookie. “Why are you being weird?”

“I’m not being weird, get on the bus.” Cupid Cookie ushered the younger cookie inside.

The bus ride was overstimulating. Loud abrasive young kids, laughing loudly or raising their voices at the absurd gossip they share with each other. It made Cupid Cookie’s head spin as she rested against the window with an attempt to drown it out. But next to her, Misfit Cookie just stayed put and silent.

“You aren’t gonna join the fray?” Cupid Cookie asked with a slight smile.

Misfit Cookie shrugged. “My class hates me. No one would talk to me and I don’t care either way.”

Cupid’s smile dropped. “Hate is a bit much don’t you think?”

“I wouldn’t use that word if I didn’t know what it meant, Cupid Cookie.” She said, then sighs. “How come auntie Neapolitan Cookie couldn’t go with me instead?”

(Ow?) Cupid Cookie thought as she internally winced. “She didn’t exactly tell me why she couldn’t go with you. I’m kind of surprised she didn’t tell you herself.” She shifted in her seat. “Maybe there’s a reason she didn’t wanna say to either of us-”

“Me. I’m her niece here, not you.” Misfit Cookie spat at her.

“Right, right.” Cupid Cookie nodded her head. “There’s probably a reason she didn’t want to tell you.”

Then as the two resumed sitting in silence, Cupid Cookie started thinking. (Was she being this hostile to me because I still haven’t told Neapolitan Cookie the truth? But that’s too extreme. Why would it matter this much to her of all Cookies? Am I looking into it too much? Misfit Cookie, you’re quite the character.)

Then the loud banters slowly grow quiet with the young students leaning over to the other side of the bus. Cupid Cookie and Misfit Cookie lift their heads up to look over as well, curious as to what grabbed the other rider’s attention.

They were here.

Standing tall, surrounded by golden gates and finely trimmed hedges, was the Blueberry Yogurt Academy.

A cookie stood by the large intricately carved dark chocolate doors, arms crossed over their chest as he stared at the group with annoyance. Judging by their wear, the long pure white gown, waffle cone patterned sleeves and the broach placed over their chest presented this cookie of importance, but they looked too young to be a Professor. “Parfaedia Institute, correct? You’re late.” He said in an emotionless tone, glaring at Latte Cookie and Espresso Cookie.

Latte Cookie was about to say something, only to be interrupted when Espresso Cookie stepped forward with a kind bow. “Sincerest apologies. We had faced some altercations that cut into our timely arrival.”

Misfit Cookie grumbled under her breath as her fists tightened.

Latte Cookie stepped around Espresso Cookie, stood in front of him to speak up. “We hope you can squeeze us in despite this! If you please?”

The scholar rubbed his chin, eyes scanning over the group. Then he placed his hands behind his back. “Follow me this way, please.” He turns to push the doors open, welcoming the group inside.

The students eagerly run inside, admiring the surroundings of the room with “ooohs” and “aaahs”.

“The Blueberry Yogurt Academy has been around since the beginning of Earthbread.” The scholar Cookie announced, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Cookies that have created paths to greater ambitions all attended here to be taught the truth and history of Cookie kind.”

“Amazing!”

“That’s so cool!”

The many comments from amazed Cookies were shared as they roamed around to look at the historical items presented and protected behind sugar glass.

“This way, you’ll see the Academy’s many classrooms. We do not limit our knowledge to History, we teach magic, we teach about Earthbread’s fascinating creatures and, yes, Earthbread’s technology.” There were students sitting behind desks, writing in their scrolls to record every word that comes from their professor. Neither one of them breaks their focus to pay any attention towards the young scholars.

Even though the tour was for the younger Cookies, it was grabbing Cupid Cookie’s interest. She was aware of Blueberry Yogurt Academy, what cookie wouldn’t be aware of something historic? However,

“If I may ask?” She speaks up, causing all heads to turn to her. Intimidating.

“Yes?”

“I recall learning about the Academy since I was young, but when I showed interest I wanted to attend I was told that the Academy was closed for the ‘unforeseeable future’.” She emphasized with air quotes. “Clearly it’s back up and running, but what happened around that time?”

The scholar’s dough went pale and as he spoke, the poise and professional demeanor slightly faltered. “Ahem. Well, I can’t exactly answer that.”

Cupid Cookie tilted her head in confusion. “I mean..it was told to me by a teacher and I meant to do the research myself but found nothing.”

And the young students seem to share her expression from that response.

“This place closed?”

“What happened?”

“What does she mean ‘unforeseeable future’? Is this true?”

“Huh.” Misfit Cookie let out a hum of amusement. “Maybe you should start going on trips with me instead of Auntie Neapolitan Cookie. She wouldn’t ask that.”

“Alright alright,” The scholar cookie waved his hands to dissolve the small talk. “Let us continue. No more questions outside of the tour, please.” He says through gritted teeth, walking ahead.

A small break was squeezed in by joining the Academy students on their lunch break. Cupid Cookie purchased a pastry to nibble on, sitting on a stone bench by a hedge. The pastry tasted bland, surprisingly. Unless it had some correlation to the obvious, placing her hand over her stomach, but it would have to do to have something in her belly.

“Pardon me, Miss Cupid Cookie,” Latte Cookie spoke up, grabbing Cupid Cookie’s attention. “May I sit with you?”

“O-oh yes sure.” Cupid Cookie scooted over as the witch cookie sat beside her.

“I didn’t expect you to join us on our trip. How come Neapolitan Cookie couldn’t make it?”

“She uh-she said something came up. Didn’t specify what it was however. And I’m currently staying over so, she asked me to take her place in watching Misfit Cookie.” Cupid Cookie’s voice trails off. She bit her lip before speaking up. “I. I can’t be the only cookie here who thinks Misfit Cookie needs some form of chaperone because of one instance seems a bit…much?”

Latte Cookie’s smile faltered then she shakes her head. “No. You aren’t. However, it was demanded by the council that any trips moving forward, she needs a guardian to be present with her at all times. It also doesn’t help that her behavior at the Institute hasn’t been that great. I’m worried for her, honestly.”

Cupid Cookie was surprised. (How come Neapolitan Cookie hasn’t done anything about this?)

“What you said about the Blueberry Yogurt Academy being closed.”

Cupid Cookie snapped out of her thoughts, paying full attention to the other cookie. “It was just rather surprising to see this place back up and running when-”

“You can’t speak about that again.” Latte Cookie’s tone changed to serious and cold. It almost terrified Cupid Cookie. “My students can’t know about that, no cookie should even talk about it. Please, don’t bring it up again.”

Cupid Cookie’s brows furrow. It’s reminding her about that strict Mercurial Knight Cookie again, telling her not to do these things and not providing specifics. Yet, this felt different. Cupid Cookie couldn’t bring herself to snap at Latte Cookie for this. Her students were present and they were in a prestigious place, a double serving of embarrassment would be delivered if that happened. Instead, “Alright. I won’t.”

Latte Cookie’s smile returned and she nodded her head. “That was all I wanted to say. Enjoy your pastry, Cupid Cookie.” She stood up and walked away.

Cupid Cookie had to register what just happened. Did that happen? Was she hallucinating? Witches, why does this happen even close to home? Glancing over to where Misfit Cookie was-

Not.

There.

She was not at the bench.

Cupid Cookie stood up immediately.

She took her eyes off her for too long and now she vanished.

Looking around, there’s a plethora of places she could be at. She should ask if any cookie saw her, but she knows she would get shit for it. She was already in the hot seat, this would make it worse for her.

No.

No. Relax.

Stress isn’t good.

She’ll just look for her.

Look for her before the tour resumes.

She flew down the empty halls of the Academy for the red-haired cookie. The classroom doors were locked, so they were ruled out. Misfit Cookie wasn’t the biggest reader, so the library was ruled out.

Dorms were absolutely ruled out.

Flying down the halls more and even up the stairs, Cupid Cookie was desperate to find her. Then she had to stop and catch her breath, not wanting to pass out from exhaustion. As she caught her breath, she looked left and right.

Then her iced brows knit together.

Two grand doors, painted over with the same shade of blue as the walls steal her attention. There was a faded square beside the left door, where some form of plaque to label this room used to be placed. There was a golden sheet of paper pinned to the door. Reading,

This room is off-limits to students of Blueberry Yogurt Academy.

Entering this room is a violation of trespassing and will lead to immediate termination with no appeal.

…

Misfit Cookie was definitely in here.

Cupid Cookie inhaled through her nose, running her hands through her hair. 

She really didn’t want to go in.

Even if this was written for the students, this doesn’t make her or Misfit Cookie exempt from entering.

(Maybe she wasn’t inside. Maybe it’s just to throw me off just because it’s a rule and she likes breaking rules. But! But, she couldn’t be in here-dear witches, the door is slightly open. Ughh dammit. She’s inside.)

Cupid Cookie took a deep breath, grabbed the door handle and pulled it open to step inside.

“Misfit Coo-kie..” Her voice fell quiet and eyes widened.

The room inside was massive, although empty. There were paintings on the wall of small grey cookies, knelt down in worship of a largely illustrated cookie in a black robe and holding a staff shaped as a golden key.

She stared at that cookie for a while.

The art was faded and it was difficult to decipher what colors were used on the cookie.

Then ahead of her in the center of the room, was a large centerpiece covered by a sheet of cloth.

No. She shouldn’t.

She was already trespassing. If she touched anything in here, it’d be worse.

Where the hell was-

“Oh. It’s you.” Misfit Cookie said in disappointment.

Cupid Cookie looked over and glared at the young cookie, flying over to her. “You weren’t supposed to leave the group. And you aren’t supposed to be in here!”

“You’re in here though.”

“Yes, to get you.” Cupid Cookie responded in disbelief, then she started pacing around. “I don’t understand why you behave like this, but your aunt put her whole trust in me watching you so you don’t get into trouble like this!” She threw her arms out. “What good reason do you have to be here?”

Misfit Cookie just shrugged.

“Exactly! I don’t know why you act like this. You don’t have to tell me why you act like this. However, I won’t excuse the reason, or lack thereof, for being in a place that is off-limits to even the students here.” 

“So,” Misfit Cookie says, “when you have your kids, are you gonna scream at them too?”

Cupid Cookie went wide eyed before scoffing. Then she points at the door. “Let’s go, Misfit Cookie. Before you get us both in trouble.”

“...you wanna see what’s under this sheet, don’t you?” Misfit Cookie asked. “I kinda peeped you staring at it for a while I was snooping around.”

“N-no, Misfit Cookie. Come on.” Cupid Cookie forced herself to sound stern.

Misfit Cookie quickly grabbed the sheet with two hands and pulled as hard as she could.

The loud flap of the sheet echoed in the empty room and it revealed a statue.

“Hmm.” Misfit Cookie reads the plaque on the base of the statue. “Fountain of Knowledge. Must have been a big deal.”

Cupid Cookie stared at the cracked statue.

Why?

Why does it look like him?

Of course, it wasn’t a copy paste replica of him. Yet the minor details, specifically the white bangs that drooped over one eye and the shape of the hair, not that many cookies on Earthbread looked like that. Looked like him.

“F-Fountain of Knowledge?” Cupid Cookie repeated in a shaky voice. That wasn’t his name though.

Was it?

This raised questions.

A lot of questions.

“M-Misfit Cookie, we need to leave.”

“But-”

“We. Need. To. Leave. Now.”

Misfit Cookie clammed up, seeing Cupid Cookie’s frame tremble and eyes wide. She nodded her head and walked ahead with the older cookie behind her.

“Oh, there you two are.” Latte Cookie approached both Cupid Cookie and Misfit Cookie. “We were ready to resume the tour.”

“S-sorry! J-just needed some fresh air.” Cupid Cookie stuttered.

“Fresh air when we were already outside?” Espresso Cookie quirked a brow.

Cupid Cookie’s breath hitched.

“I got overwhelmed.” Misfit Cookie spoke up. “I got overwhelmed and left the courtyard. Cupid Cookie left to get me.”

Cupid Cookie looked down at Misfit Cookie with surprise.

“Is that so?” Latte Cookie looked at Cupid Cookie, tilting her head.

“Y-yes. And we were away for a long time because..because I wanted to make sure Misfit Cookie was alright.” Cupid Cookie explained, smiling a little.

“Well,” Latte Cookie started, “if you two are feeling alright right now, then we can continue the last part of this trip.”

The two older cookies lead their class over to go inside, Cupid Cookie and Misfit Cookie following behind.

A little earlier…

“Cupid Cookie, you need to breathe.” Misfit Cookie says, sounding worried as she sits with a shaking Cupid Cookie. “P-please.”

Cupid Cookie was holding her head. Why does everything circle around him? Was she cursed? Is this her punishment? She fell in love with this Beast Cookie, hooked to him, had sex with him countless times, then he left her, she’s carrying his child and when things could have been looking up, she sees a statue of him. Was it him? She couldn’t think straight right now. She couldn’t even breathe-!

Misfit Cookie wrapped her arms around Cupid Cookie, squeezing tightly as she buried her face in her neck. “Please, please calm down.” She repeated, her voice breaking and being caught in her throat.

Cupid Cookie slowly came to, feeling the ground beneath her.

Feeling the wall against her back.

Feeling the warm late afternoon sun shining upon her.

And. Feeling a very scared Misfit Cookie hugging her tightly.

She took deep breaths and just felt her surroundings, coming to. Then she hugged her back. “I’m sorry for scaring you like that. I’m okay now. Thank you.”

Misfit Cookie pulled away to look up at Cupid Cookie, her permanent scowl replaced with worry and concern. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t know-”

“I know, it’s okay.” Cupid Cookie sighed. “You’re right. I shouldn’t hide things from your aunt. I shouldn’t hide things from Peanut Butter Cookie and I shouldn’t hide things from you, too. You three are my friends. I should have told you all when I came back, but I was too ashamed to.”

“Did you know that Cookie, Cupid Cookie?”

Cupid Cookie looked down. “I.. he looks like a cookie I met when I was in Beast-Yeast. I fell in love with him. Then he left me. And I found out this cookie wasn’t exactly a very safe cookie.”

Misfit Cookie’s eyes widened. “Did he-he-”

“No. By the witches no, that never happened.” Cupid Cookie quickly says. “He didn’t hurt me. But he hurt a lot of cookies. He even killed a Kingdom’s guardian. No cookie told me until I had to leave.”

“And it’s his?” Misfit Cookie asked her.

Cupid Cookie went silent before lifting her head up, and nodding. “I didn’t want to tell you three. I felt so ashamed, that I was scared to tell you three what happened. I thought you three would hate me-”

“I don’t hate you.” Misfit Cookie interrupted. Her bottom lip quivered. “Witches, I.. I was so mad at you, I knew it. I knew it and I didn’t know it was bothering you like this! I’m so sorry! I just.. I hate it when cookies lie to each other or don’t tell each other things. It’s why I don’t have friends, they all stabbed me in the back. I tried to be on my best behavior but I had no friend to find comfort in when I’m not home. So I.. I lash out and misbehave because I didn’t care anymore. I saw you and Miss Latte Cookie talking, and I assumed it was about me and it made me so angry that I left.” Misfit Cookie shook her head before bringing her hands up to hide her face. “I don’t know what to do.”

Cupid Cookie stays silent as she listens to the young cookie vent to her. This must have been bothering her for so long. It makes her question even more if Neapolitan Cookie knew what was really going on, or if Misfit Cookie even felt like she could tell her. Cupid Cookie reached her arm out to place it on Misfit Cookie’s shoulder to give it a gentle squeeze. “Misfit Cookie, I’ll tell you that, yes we were talking about you. But it was mainly my concern and confusion that you were punished to be chaperoned because of one instance. It feels like it was too much and doesn’t exactly fix the situation as this council believes it should. Has no one ever come to talk to you and ask you if things were okay? How have you been feeling? Why do you do this?”

Misfit Cookie shook her head. “I think Miss Latte Cookie tries, but… I don’t know. Sometimes I wonder how much of it is actually genuine concern, or just doing it because she has to.”

Cupid Cookie shifted to sit on her knees across Misfit Cookie. “Do you wanna just go back to the bus?”

Misfit Cookie shook her head. “No. I.. I wanna continue the field trip. I do think this place is kinda cool at least.”

Present

The trip came to an end as the sun was barely visible past the horizon. This was the first time the class has been out this late. The bus was much quieter with students having fallen asleep or whispering to their friends.

Misfit Cookie was no exception, falling asleep on Cupid Cookie’s shoulder.

And she was looking out the window towards the Blueberry Yogurt Academy, recalling the details of the Fountain of Knowledge statue. It piqued her curiosity even more, was that him? 

Truly? 

And if it was, how and why?

How did a cookie once respected in a monumental building of educating history for, probably as long as Earthbread’s land was being discovered, fall so far from grace? To be deemed the most dangerous Cookie?

There would be one cookie to ask. One cookie she trusted for information like this.

She pulled out her phone and began texting.

PB, you present?

Kind of. It depends.

Okay well. Do you got time for a History question maybe??

You can’t see it, but I am currently squinting at my phone reading your question.

That’s a yes or no question, PB.

I just sighed. Yes, I guess. What is it?

What is the Fount of Knowledge?

Cupid Cookie, you can’t ask that!

Why not?

How do you even know about him?!

If I tell you, you can’t go running your yap about it. I mean it. I was chaperoning in place of Neapolitan Cookie with Misfit Cookie at the Blueberry Yogurt Academy. Misfit Cookie ran off and I found her in a room dedicated to him.

Cupid Cookie, we aren’t even allowed to talk about him. It was a rule enforced by higher positions. Even scrolls and books written by him were burned to ashes to erase any and all traces of him. Why hasn’t the Academy completely renovated that room?

Texts are private tho.

Cupid Cookie, I don’t want to test fate.

Can you tell me some vague information on him that would be safe then?

Why do you even care this much? You never even paid attention in History Class.

Genuine curiosity.

I do apologize, but I refuse to elaborate on him. It’s by law.

Whatever. You can go back to doing whatever then.

Cupid Cookie and Misfit Cookie returned to Neapolitan Cookie’s home. Neapolitan Cookie jumped in surprise at their arrival, wiping her eyes. “Oh! You two are home rather late. Were things alright?”

Cupid Cookie nodded her head. “Yeah, just bus delays.”

Neapolitan Cookie hummed in response. She directed her attention to her niece, tilting her head to the side. “And did you enjoy your trip, Misfit Cookie?”

Misfit Cookie shrugged her shoulders. “It was alright. I’m gonna go to my room now.” She walked past her aunt and upstairs, the faint sound of her door closing.

Neapolitan Cookie turns to Cupid Cookie. “How was she?”

“She was fine.” Cupid Cookie answered. “No problems, she stuck by me the whole time.”

Neapolitan Cookie was surprised. “Really?” Then she smiled. “I told you it’d be fine. You had nothing to worry about.”

“Maybe not with Misfit Cookie, but how come you couldn’t go?”

Neapolitan Cookie’s smile wavered. “I-it was uhm..business call.”

Cupid Cookie squinted at her. She crossed her arms over her chest as she sat down. “A business call? I thought your job was more relaxed like you told me.”

“Well-yeah but we have moments where things get intense.” Neapolitan Cookie was barely trying to hide the nervousness in her voice. “What matters is that it's fine now and we don’t need to talk about it anymore! Alright?”

Cupid Cookie frowned. Then she looked away, rubbing the back of her neck before sighing. “Alright.”

Neapolitan Cookie smiles for a few seconds, strained and forced before she averted her gaze. “I..It’s been a long day, so I’m gonna just head to bed.” She nodded her head before turning heel to walk up the stairs quickly.

“Oh-well goodnight I guess.” Cupid Cookie watched the older cookie with confusion. And now she stood in the living room, in silence with her arms crossed over her chest. (Neapolitan Cookie is obviously hiding something.) She thinks to herself, squeezing her arm. (But what? And why? Well, I’m no better myself.) Her arms fell to her side as she slowly flew into her bedroom.

Upon entry, she stopped at the door frame. There was a book on her bed and a piece of paper folded up. Cupid first picked up the paper, unfolded it and read the contents;

‘I was able to sneak this out of that Fount room. I read only a bit of it and lost interest. You can have it but don’t tell cookies I stole it.’ - Misfit Cookie

Cupid Cookie sighs and shakes her head. She picked up the book, placing it on her lap and admired the covering. It was a hard cover, but there was a slight bend to it from age. The edges appeared worn and all intricate details faded from its royal blue and gold color scheme. The only design on the cover was a key decal. No title, no author, just an illustration.

She reads as much as she could before sleep settled in, the last illustration she sees before her eyes was a blue gem with the faint words of, ‘Soul of Knowledge’.

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Yeah, I figured that Shadow Milk Cookie fic would blow me up a bit.

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Weird Puppet Show

A/N: Okay so this is my first time writing a Y/N/Reader Insert fic so bear with me in this one alright? Also this fic is something LMAO.

Warnings: Voyeurism, Cuckholding Banner created by @/anitalenia

What was it that you said to yourself over and over again?

'Shadow Milk Cookie was full of surprises.'

Yeah, that exactly.

You can't go a day without being in awe with the things he's capable of doing. One day, you witness he can mimic the voices of other cookies which was something he loved pulling on you as one of his many pranks.

Another day, you found out that he can shift his form from cookies to animals when you were just petting a cream sheep and it stared up at you with different shades of blue slitted eyes. It freaked you out more than it should have, but he got a kick out of seeing the horror on your face.

Then you find out that he can read your thoughts! Taking advantage of that especially when you two have sex.

The possibilities were endless. And today was no exception.

Let's walk back to how this happened, you were wrapping up losing card game with Candy Apple Cookie and Black Sapphire Cookie as a short break. The cocky attitude from the gem cookie receiving good hands to be followed by the angered screeches from the apple cookie that accused him of cheating meanwhile you were given the worst of the worst hands.

You weren't keeping track of score just mainly playing for fun, (also to avoid the embarrassment of your losing streak) and getting a chance to properly bond with your partner's minions. Its nice for once to not be given the stink eye from the short girl who couldn't fathom why a common cookie like yourself would be so interesting to capture the gaze of her beloved Master Shadow Milk Cookie. It made you sometimes question why he was fine with this one-sided crush. But it didn't matter, at least not right now.

Then after the last round, Black Sapphire Cookie tapped out. Claiming, "It's becoming a snooze fest when you keep winning. I'm sure my listeners would agree too."

The way your and Candy Apple Cookie's face flush at the fact that he was broadcasting this to who knows how many cookies, you couldn't show your face outside the Spire. Candy Apple Cookie started growling and her little bat wings flap with boiling anger as she yells after him.

So, you were left alone as the two departed and just cleaned up the table and took the deck of cards with you. They were Shadow Milk Cookie's cards that you three borrowed and you'll give it back to him.

As you walked down the milk white and azure blue halls, footsteps faintly echoing, you were growing closer to his bedroom. Yes, his bedroom because he preferred his privacy but was perfectly fine invading yours. Priorities were something he valued unless they were in his favor.

The bedroom doors, double doored, painted blue that shimmered under the starry sky and curved golden handles. You casually approached, assuming he was in his studies to do either scriptwriting or sewing. As you reached for the door, you halt.

What was that noise?

You slowly lean in and press your ear against the door, focusing on your hearing.

Do you hear moaning? Not just from him, but-but another..?

You pull away and you can feel your heart begin to crumble. This couldn't possibly be true could it? You two were lovers, weren't you? He's shown you devotion and you have done the same so why would he-

Your heartbreak shifted into rage, grabbing the handles of the bedroom door with a vice grip and pulling them open as hard as you could muster. You step inside as your tears filled your eyes, teeth gritted and throat burning as you prepared to yell at him.

Yet, what you saw on the bed made you choke on your words and eyes widened as you stared in disbelief.

Let's remind ourselves again. 'Shadow Milk Cookie was full of surprises.'

What were you witnessing currently?

Him, completely stripped of his clown attire and settled between the legs of

You.

Shadow Milk Cookie didn't react to the way you entered with hostility, just stopping his motions and looking over his shoulder. The moment you lock eyes, he flashed his toothy grin at you. "Ohhh lookie who we got here!" He sings before climbing off of you(?) and laid on his side, propping his head up with his hands. "What's with that look, Doll? You appear to be speechless!"

Because you were speechless. This didn't feel real. But of course it was real.

You-the other you-laid on your back, legs spread and pussy leaking with arousal. This doppelganger mimicked you perfectly. Capturing your physique, your tone, everything. It was scary, it freaked you out.

You could ask, "Why?"

He groans, rolling on his back now. "You were too busy playing with my minions with my cards, couldn't be bothered to ask me if I wanted to play when I was so bored in my lonesome!" He dramatically drapes his hand over his forehead. "To leave me like that, oh how it wounded me!" Then his mood switched as he laid on his stomach, kicking his ankles up. "It was only fair I did the same thing to! Created this little beauty and made use of them like how you made use of my belongings."

You were appalled. And hurt. What the fuck was wrong with him?

"Oh! And it's so wonderful to have an audience!" He exclaims as the doors closed and locked.

A chair is pulled and the moment it hits the back of your ankles, you were forced to sit down. You look around confused, not quite understanding what was going on.

Shadow Milk Cookie sits up on his knees and positioned you-other you-in front of him on all fours. And you watched your expression as he re-entered you. Grabbing your hips tightly as he snapped his against your ass at a rough pace. The sounds of your moans and yelps reverberate in your ears, mingled in with his sadistic giggles.

This was making you feel an odd slurry of emotions. Confusion, discomfort, and even arousal. You didn't wanna stare at your own face scrunched up as he pushed in deeper at a aggressive pace. You didn't wanna hear the groans and grunts of your own voice being thrusted out of you. And yet, you were stayed put and getting off to this. It made you feel sick.

"I bet you wish it was you, hm?" He teased. "Well it is you! Being used like a good little toy for my pleasure. I'd argue it's a better you!" He grinned with glee as he picked up the pace. "I can use them any time, put them in any position, mark and break them, and they'd enjoy all of it! It'd be so so so so so so SO much enjoyable!"

You wanted to scream. You wanted to roar at him to stop this. Stop talking like this and to stop fucking this fake you. Yet, you couldn't find your voice to say anything.

"Ooooh it looks like you're getting off to this! That's pretty sick and twisted of you!" He grabbed your shoulder and lifted your upper half, grabbing your throat. "Do you get off to watching cookies ABSOLUTELY destroy their partners in front of you?! Does that mean I can just snatch up any cookie and give it to them like this as you watch?! Now isn't that deliciously macabre!"

Your moans were becoming higher pitched and his pace quickened. As well as your heart. Your fingers clench in your lap, wanting to turn away. But you don't.

Your eyes zero in between your legs as you watch the thick cream of his come start pooling between your thighs as it leaked out of your abused pussy. Your breath quickened, grew heavy as you clenched your teeth.

Then, you fizzled into shadows and faded away. Shadow Milk Cookie leans back on his ankles with a satisfied expression, his thick cock throbbing and still leaking with his creamy seed. Then he stares at you, tilting his head to the side.

You feel a cold hand cup your cheek, tilting your head up to look up at him.

"Now be serious," He says flatly. "Did you want to see me do that again?"

...

You nodded your head.

[nxvellus]

Sweet Scented Heat

A/N: Still taking a little break from my Cupid fic. This OC, Rhubarb Kitty Cookie, will have some information shared later. Also this depiction of Eternal Sugar is transfem as per my headcanon.

Warnings: Heat cycles, Rough Sex, Jealousy, Manipulation

The sweet smell of sugar flowers being gently tended to bring comfort to the cookie who sat beside her beautiful partner, listening to the gentle plucks and strums of her lyre. Rhubarb Kitty Cookie rests her head on Eternal Sugar Cookie's shoulder as a small smile stretches her features.

"Oh," Eternal Sugar fawns as she glanced at the witch cookie, "you look so precious like this, my lovely."

Rhubarb Kitty's tails curl and sway from the praise, then she playfully nudged her head against the angel's shoulder. "Hey, why'd you stop playing? I was enjoying myself."

She laughs before resuming to pluck at her stringed instrument. Her large feathery wing curled around the smaller cookie to keep her close as possible. "Hmm, if I could keep you here forever. Then you and I can be amongst the flowers, listen to me play for you and hold each other close while we rest on the soft clouds."

"Aww Sugar," Rhubarb Kitty purrs as she looked up at her. "I can do that with you anytime I want. I can visit the others whenever and stay as long whenever I please. I love the five of you equally, I can assure that to you."

There was a strained smile on Eternal Sugar's face as she silently nodded in response. "I'm aware, lovely. It's just," she goes quiet and her strumming comes to a halt. "It gets lonely and it makes me sad when you aren't here with me." Then her tone shifted, as she laughs. "I guess I'm just needy."

"There's nothing wrong with being needy. I understand." Rhubarb Kitty reassured her. Then she sighs in delight as the melody resumes. Her eyes watched how Eternal Sugar plucked and strummed her lyre with precision and grace, how her clawed fingers curl and pull to create a gentle tune. Then her eyes start travelling upwards, to her face. How her pink hair framed her features perfectly. The more she stared, the more her tails curled.

And she smelled so sweet.

Sweeter than usual. However, it wasn't enough to recoil in disgust. Instead, it brought a comforting warmth within Rhubarb Kitty. And then warmth slowly turned into heat and it grew and spread throughout her body, but settled more between her-

"Mm!" Rhubarb Kitty stood up immediately.

Eternal Sugar stopped playing, looking towards the other cookie with a slight head tilt. "Are you alright, lovely?"

"I-" Rhubarb Kitty's voice cracked and she cleared her throat. "I-p-pardon me! Uhm! I-I'll be right back!" She quickly walked away from the angel until she was out of sight.

The feline hybrid knelt within a patch of large shrubs as her claws dug into the soft grass beneath her, panting heavily. "N-not.. now. Wh-why now?" She spoke in a hushed voice between gasps. It was around that time of the season, her heat, and it snuck upon her at the worst time possible. Rhubarb Kitty was even a few steps ahead, prepared for this to occur. Unfortunately, the potions she had concocted where left behind in her cottage. Her core was burning and aching, causing small meows and mewls to be pulled by force. She had to leave the garden. It would make Eternal Sugar upset, she knows it would and she's willing to carry that burden. She just needed to find the exit and-

Her ears turned behind her, picking up the sounds of wings flapping and feel a gust of wind against her back. It was too late.

"Lovely," that gentle voice rings through Rhubarb Kitty's ears, "what are you doing here?" The grass softly crunched beneath her bare feet as she walked over slowly. "You left me so suddenly as I was performing for you, enjoying my time with you. And I find you here amongst the flowers when you could do that with me." Eternal Sugar frowns. "I'm rather hurt by that, Rhubarb Kitty."

Rhubarb Kitty gulped. She opened her mouth to speak but a whimper escaped instead, causing her to press her lips together tightly. Her ears twitch and press flatly against her head while her tail thrashed.

"Are you ignoring me, Rhubarb Kitty?" She asked firmly. "You aren't responding to me. After you said you loved me equally." She gets closer. "Did you lie to me, lovely? Are you toying with my feelings because deep down, you didn't mean all of those things you said to me? Come on now, turn around and look at me-"

"St-stop!" Rhubarb Kitty yelled. "Y-you-I-I.. I can sm-smell you!"

Eternal Sugar stopped, stunned in confusion. "What?" She tilted her head and rose a brow. "Rhubarb Kitty, what are you talking about?" She approached her and placed a hand on her exposed shoulder.

And that was when she couldn't hold back anymore. Rhubarb Kitty arched her back from the other's touch and mewls loudly.

Eternal Sugar's pink eyes widened in surprise, taken aback from the sudden outburst. Then she sniffed the air surrounding them. Ah. "I see now." She muttered to herself as she circled around Rhubarb Kitty, lifting her chin up delicately to look into her eyes. "At least I know now you weren't avoiding me because you hated me. But, I'm still upset at you. Why did you run off here instead of asking me for help?"

"I-I'm sorr-AH!" Rhubarb Kitty was cut off when her head was yanked to the side as Eternal Sugar's digits intertwined into her curly locks.

"Mm, I don't know if you mean that." Sugar spoke blandly, even as her small smile was present. Her white slitted gaze fall to the hybrid's chest, admiring her large breasts hidden behind the thin stretchy fabric. "I should make you suffer in this cycle." She reached out to cup her breast, feeling the weight in her palm. "I should bind your arms behind your back and keep your legs spread with vines. Watch you squirm and writhe, listen to you beg me for release."

Squeeze.

"What would sound more heavenly, my lovely?" Eternal Sugar asked her, her voice dropping to a whisper as she leans in close. "You mewing and moaning, begging me to fill your cute pussy up with all of my love? Or the sounds of your gags as I stuff your throat?" Eternal Sugar hummed a chuckle full of malice as she envisioned the other cookie beneath her. The sight of her submission caused her cock to twitch under her pure white gown. "Come here, lovely." She says as she picked up Rhubarb Kitty and holds her close.

The two cookies were now in the skies, resting a top the pastel pink clouds. Both of their clothes had been removed, discarded onto the grass plains below. Rhubarb Kitty shuddered and purrs as Eternal Sugar's clawed hands roam up and down her curves, groping and squeezing, causing her to arch her back and moan.

"Aww lovely, do your heat cycles make you this sensitive? That's so adorable." Eternal Sugar muses as she squeezed the cookie's hips. Then one hand slides up Rhubarb Kitty's body to firmly grab her chin, holding her face in place as she leaned in to give her a kiss on her plush lips. It was gentle, tender, passionate. Then grew into hunger, desperation, craving for the other. It deepened, sloppy, messy, yet arousing. Their tails entangle together and Rhubarb Kitty wrapped her legs around her waist, giving out a muffled moan when she feels the length of Eternal Sugar's cock press against her weeping cunt.

The angel cookie pulled away, looking down at her as their lips are coated in each other's spit. "What was that sweet little sound you just made, lovely? I don't think I heard it properly." She pressed against Rhubarb Kitty, and the moan was emitted again.

"M-mew! St-stop!" Rhubarb Kitty gasped, "st-stop teasing me." Her request falls on deaf ears as she was grinding into, her soaked folds being rubbed against her lover's thick length at a slow and tortuous pace. And she comes with a high pitch mewl.

Eternal Sugar stops, pulling away to watch the cookie's pussy clench around nothing. "You came from gentle rutting, lovely?"

"S-sorry.." Rhubarb Kitty hiccupped. "I-it was s-so much.. I c-couldn't stop myself." She rolled her hips up. "I-I need you.. n-nyeow..."

Eternal Sugar had to stifle her laughter. No no, that will ruin the mood and she was rather stiff. She sits back on her ankles and pulled Rhubarb Kitty to her by her thick thighs. She pressed the swollen head against the dripping petals of her pussy and pushed inside at a slow pace. It was going in with ease. There was no sounds or sight of discomfort from Rhubarb Kitty, just high pitch mewls and little gasps the more and more she filled her until she was fully seated inside. "It went in so easy." Eternal Sugar mused. "How... dreadful. I was hoping that I was your first."

Rhubarb Kitty gave a sharp moan when Eternal Sugar thrusted into her. It was sudden. Harsh. Rough. Quick. She was held in place with the Beast's hands holding her waist delicately as she pulled out to leave the head inside and slamming her whole length back in. The hybrid yelped every time, throwing her head back.

"That begs the question, my sweet." Eternal Sugar didn't stop her motions. "Who was your first?"

No response other than the mewls and whimpers from the other. And she gave another hard thrust into her.

"Who was your first, Kitty? I'm not fond of repeating myself."

Rhubarb Kitty's head was mush and fuzzy. And even so, she tried to form words. "S-S-"

"Spice?" Eternal Sugar spoke up. "Burning Spice Cookie? You allowed that brute to be your first? So destructive and rough, I'm surprised you aren't split in two. You're so delicate and fragile, you put your trust in a Beast who is the complete opposite to deflower you."

Yet Rhubarb Kitty shook her head.

"No? It wasn't Burning Spice Cookie? Then who, hmm?" She looked around lazily while she kept her rough pattern up. Then she looked ahead. A laugh escaped her before she looked down at the cookie. "Oh.. don't tell me. Was it Shadow Milk Cookie? That crazed clown being your first, now that makes my heart break. You allowed him to control you and take something of yours, delicate and pure. But I'm sure you were enjoying it the whole time, hmm?" The angel picked up the pace as the disgusting imagery of the Beast of Deceit stringing up her precious kitty like she was his puppet to use her for his own gain.

The pace caused Rhubarb Kitty to cry out underneath. She tried to grab onto Eternal Sugar, yet her grip was weak. Once more, with little strength, she shook her head.

"No? It wasn't Shadow Milk Cookie either? Then-" Her eyes widened with realization. And her gentle smile grew sinister. "Silent Salt Cookie. It was them, wasn't it? Them." Her sweet facade was breaking into pieces as she pushed the cookie's legs to her chest and over her shoulders. Leaning over her, Eternal Sugar's pace quickened. "That standoffish, quiet, cookie, they were the first for you?"

"Shu-Shuu-gur..puh-puhleashe..." Rhubarb Kitty's tongue rolled out of her mouth, hot and heavy pants joined with her noises escaping her. She clenched around her length and mewls.

"No. No need to words, my lovely." Eternal Sugar tried to coo at her, but her tone wash harsh. Cold. Venomous. Even as she cupped her lover's face, the touch felt dangerous. "No need to speak. I'll give you more than what they could give you. I'll make you feel good. I'll make you melt and sing on my cock. Just relax and sing for me as I make you come. Come for me." Her words of sickly sweet demands were a contrast to her punishing thrusts, pushing deeper and deeper to break into Rhubarb Kitty's womb. As her heavy balls slapped against her ass, Sugar watched how much of a mess Rhubarb was because of her.

It was beautiful.

She was beautiful.

And to hear that delightful sound of Rhubarb Kitty coming once more and feel her squeeze around her, made her orgasm too. She holds her in place as she pumped her full of love.

Her love.

Warming up the velvet insides of the cookie. Her cookie.

Heat satiated for now, Rhubarb Kitty rested against Eternal Sugar's chest and held her close. The Beast of Sloth slowly petted her head, behind her ears to hear her delightful purring. With both sets of her wings wrapped around the other, she felt at ease. Even if it was temporary.

She'll figure out some way to keep Rhubarb Kitty to herself.

[nxvellus]

I'm gonna take a small break from writing Give a Second Chance to Cupid. Gonna just put it in a box, on a shelf labelled to come back to later.

[nxvellus]

Give a Second Chance to Cupid - Episode 7

A/N: Another short one here. I know, I know they're seemingly short and it may seem like filler content. I assure you it won't be fillers and fillers for much longer.

Warnings: None

Episode 8: Here!

Along the furthest path of Beast-Yeast past an abandoned village town, a tall milky white tower stands tall and proud, the sharp roof tops piercing the skies. Yet, it was not done yet. Preparations were still being made, adding on the sets, readying the star performers and practice of illusions to fool the mind. Rabbits of different breeds in clown aesthetic threads march to and fro to assist in the set pieces with the assistance of a finely dressed Cookie, holding his microphone delicately.

“Don’t use that frame. It’s worn and peeling. We have created multiple new ones, use those instead.” He directs the two black and white spotted rabbits supporting a painting, walking off to replace it. 

“Those are too many roses, trim them and place them somewhere else. Don’t group them together, it looks cluttered. Spread them out in the Spire and make it look neat.” Rabbits gathered armfuls of roses and transported the flowers in different directions, leaving stray petals behind them.

A lot of busy work for the ever so influential Black Sapphire Cookie. Do these cottontails realize their incompetence is cutting into his very important vocal warmups to sound just as handsome as he looks?

Oh but of course they don’t.

He didn’t have time for this. Pointing at another rabbit. “You. Yes you, I am appointing you as the new stage director now!” He demanded before walking away with a flourish, hands clasped behind his back as his sentient microphone eyed the rabbit down.

The halls of Spire twist, morph and are unpredictable. And yet, more were in the process of creation as the tower continues to grow. Only a stage so grandiose for the star performer.

Speaking of, he hasn’t been seen for quite some time. It usually wasn’t something to stress about, Shadow Milk Cookie was a rather busy cookie. Yet, this felt different. It couldn’t properly be conveyed in words, just a feeling . Maybe curiosity? 

It was a curiosity.

How could he not be?

It’s his purpose to be in the know-it-all of Earthbread, know everything about each individual cookie so he can twist the narratives to his listeners. Finding satisfaction in the destruction of their reputations crumbles into dust by misinformation.

Not to say he would do that to his Master, he’s not a reckless fool. That label belongs to Candy Apple Cookie.

As expected.

He’s hunched at his floating work desk.

By the witches, that’s a lot of plushies. Why did he need that many?

“What do you need, Black Sapphire Cookie?” Shadow Milk questioned, not turning away from his craft. “Aren’t you supposed to be directing in my stead? Schedule is tight, you know and I need all the staff on deck.”

“Of course. Don’t worry, Master. I have assigned another to take my place in the meantime and I will return to it soon.” He says proudly before folding his hands behind his back to examine all of the stuffed plushies and paper crafted puppets. Stitched and painted faces of cookies he is only familiar with by word of mouth.

But

Wait.

He stopped in front of a small plushie pile. At the very top of the small mountain, there was a doll of a cookie he isn’t familiar with. He got closer to it and pinched the small sides to hold it up for closer inspection. “This is.. quite an interesting take on Eternal Sugar Cookie.” He snided.

“What are you talking about?” Shadow Milk cookie turns away from his craft and his mismatched eyes grew wide. “Oi! Hands off!” Thin strings stretched out to immediately snatch the apprehended doll out of the other cookie’s hands.

“...Who is this cookie?”

“None of YOUR business!” He turns back to his workbench, hunched over to really bury his face in his work.

“I’m not too familiar with this cookie, Master Shadow Milk Cookie. Is she perhaps with this bunch we’re preparing for?”

“I said, none of your business!” He’s really focused on getting this stitch in, piercing the needle into the fabric.

Black Sapphire Cookie went silent for a few seconds, before stepping closer behind the jester. “Master Shadow Milk Cookie, who are they?”

He stopped sewing for a moment, then he shook his head to resume. “No one.”

Unconvincing answer.

He sighed. “You know, Master, you haven’t been as quippy, dramatic nor chatty as I remember you to be.”

…

“No randomly popping in from the shadows, creating more than performing, you’ve been locked in this room longer than usual.”

…

“If…this cookie has something to do with you behaving rather out of character, then don’t you believe they should be handled with? I can deal with them before they arrive. It’ll give me enough time to-”

“Do not.”

The way the command was growled out silenced the other cookie immediately. He turned to face his master and flinched at the sight of his deadly gaze boring into his very soul. Even the eyes in his hair stare him down with ill-intent. “M-my apologies, Master. I did not mean to step out of line.” Black Sapphire Cookie dipped his head, his face growing warm with shame.

The room went uncomfortably quiet again.

“She was in the Faerie Kingdom.”

Black Sapphire Cookie lifted his head up. “Hm?”

“She was pairing cookies together, because that Kingdom is so sad and such a drag they needed to get some romance going. That’s why she was there.” Then he snickered. “Oh if only they knew how she truly felt about them.”

“Disdain?”

“Jealousy! And even hatred.” Shadow Milk Cookie laughed. “Oh! It’s hysterical really! Pissing off the one cookie you asked for help because your Kingdom is so gloomy and what, she broke a few rules here and there?! Ugh, just like their Guardian.” He relaxes, staring ahead at the doll before continuing, “She was interesting. It made me wonder more about her, what she’s like. Luring her into the forest, working up the charms and she kept coming back for more!”

“Uh huh. I see. And the doll is because…?”

Shadow Milk Cookie frowns. “I wanted to match.” He shrugged.

Black Sapphire Cookie squinted at him. “You’re infatuated with this cookie.”

Silence.

“Maybe. But! She’s gone! Left early when Nilly and Lily showed up!” He lied.

“Assuming her return seems to be slim to none?”

“Leaning on the none. Pesky cookies really waste their energies to play the hero. Unfortunately, she would fall for it and follow along.”

“From what you told me about her, it wouldn’t be because she wanted to. But she isn’t given a choice in the manner.” Black Sapphire Cookie starts thinking.

“I can read your thoughts. You better not pull some shit behind the scenes.”

“No no, Master. I am just brainstorming. Hm. I’ll get back to finishing up my tasks after I handle my own.” He turns and starts walking over to the closed door. Then he stops when he grips the handle. “I assume you don’t want me to tell Candy Apple Cookie about this.”

“Did you even need to assume?” 

Black Sapphire Cookie snickers before stepping out and closing the door behind him. He turns and- “SHIT!” Jumped back far, his back bumps against the door and clutches his chest.

Candy Apple Cookie stood before the older cookie, her bright red eyes stared up at him widely. “What were you doing in my Master’s workroom?”

Black Sapphire Cookie gave an exaggerated sigh before smoothing his wrinkled suit with annoyance. “I’m not doing this again with you.” He grumbled before walking off.

She followed behind closely. “What were you two talking about?! I heard you say my name! What did you say?! What did he say?! Black Sapphire Cookie do NOT ignore me!”

Cupid Cookie paced back and forth in her living room.

She can’t tell her friends this.

No.

Not limited to friends.

No one can know about this.

How could she even explain it? ‘Hey guys, I’m pregnant! Oh how? I like absolutely fucked One of the Deadliest Cookies on Earthbread!’

By the witches, how could she have been so careless?! So.. embarrassingly desperate? This was probably some kind of twisted punishment for such actions.

She stopped pacing and just sat on her chair. All of that pacing exhausted her. She leans back in her chair, staring up at her ceiling.

This was reality. This was it.

And.

Maybe instead of crying about it and taking her sexual frustrations out on the doll version of the cookie that caused this, Cupid Cookie needed to adapt to this.

She gets up and slowly flies around her house, refreshing her memory of the layout. Bathroom. Kitchen. Living Room. Bedroom. The essentials needed to home just one cookie, yet big enough for guests.

“Hmm. I should discuss it with the Sugar Gnomes. I’m not too good at this.” She mumbled to herself before grabbing her cellphone and flying out of the house.

“Doopity-Doo? You wanna expand your house?” The small, full bearded handymen asked. “You don’t want to just find a different house, Cupid Cookie?”

She shakes her head and smiles. “Oh no no. Where I’m currently at is rather comfortable. Not to mention convenient.” She hums a laugh.

“Those are rather important! However, depending on how much remodeling needs to be done will also depend on how many materials we’ll need.” A Sugar Gnome explains to her.

“I would just need one room added. That wouldn’t be too much work for you guys, would it?”

“Nothing is too much work for us!” They proudly announce. “We love building and assisting in the kingdom and the cookies! We’ll be more than happy to add a room if that is something you want, Cupid Cookie.”

She nodded her head. “Thank you. It’s really appreciated.”

“Just one more thing,” A Gnome stepped up, his little mallet resting on his shoulder. “For the safety of cookies when it comes to construction, you will have to be away from the area.”

Cupid Cookie blinked in surprise. “I-I see. W-well, that is fair honestly. Uhm… I have a friend who’s local that I can stay with in the meantime.” She scrolls on her cellphone. “One moment.”

RING! RING!

RING! RING!

“Peanut Butter Cookie speaking.”

“Hey, PB.” Cupid Cookie responded, trying to hide her nervousness. “Hey listen, I’m getting work done on my house by the Sugar Gnomes and I need somewhere to stay until they’re done.”

“Remodel? What for?”

Cupid Cookie swore internally. She had a hunch she was gonna ask, but was hoping that it wouldn’t have happened. “Just wanted the extra space. That’s all.”

“Ah. Well. I would love to have you stay, however it’s just impossible.”

“What? How come?”

“I have family over. They’re visiting for a week and all the space I thought was free has been taken up.”

“Did the entire jamline show up and just pack themselves in?”

Peanut Butter Cookie snorted. “Pretty much, yes. But I love them regardless. I’m very sorry, Cupid Cookie. But I’m sure Neapolitan Cookie wouldn’t mind it.”

Cupid Cookie slouched her shoulders. “But she lives in Parfaedia..that’s a ways away from the Kingdom!”

“I’m sorry, I really am-hm? Yes? Alright, I’ll be over. Listen Cupid Cookie, if you don’t wanna stay in Parfaedia then why not just cancel the construction? Surely the need for extra storage can’t be that dire, right?”

Cupid Cookie chewed the inside of her cheek. (If only that was the case.) She just sighed. “I’ll.. I’ll give her a call. Don’t let me hold you, Peanut Butter Cookie.”

“...I hope it goes well. Take care.”

Beep!

The line had cut.

Cupid Cookie shuffled her feet before ringing up Neapolitan Cookie.

Parfaedia, a bustling city known for their magical cookies and the Institute. Stepping away from the train station while wheeling her suitcase alongside her with her cellphone in hand, Cupid Cookie looked around with caution. While she has heard the good about this city, she has heard the bad. Illegal usage of magic, occasional swarms of monsters, objects coming to life to attack-it’s one of the many locations to have a Police Station. And the Kingdom just recently recruited knights.

“Oi! On your left!”

Cupid Cookie turned her head left and sighed in relief.

Neapolitan Cookie and Misfit Cookie arrived. “We had to do some cleaning up and rearrange some stuff for your stay. Took a little longer because Misfit here didn’t tell me our vacuum was broken.”

Misfit Cookie huffed, crossing her arms. “I said I was sorry!”

Cupid Cookie flew over to hug them both. “It’s appreciated. I’m sorry for troubling you.”

Neapolitan Cookie waved it off. “It’s not an issue for me, Cupid Cookie. I truly don’t mind it at all. You’re free to come over whenever! I really don’t mind.” She smiles as she squeezed Cupid’s hands. Then she turns to face the city. “If you’re hungry-”

“Starving.”

Neapolitan Cookie laughs. “We can either eat at my house or we can get something out there.”

“Can we go to that one place with the juicy jelly burgers?” Misfit Cookie asked. “I’m crazy for their milkshakes.”

“It’s up to what Cupid Cookie is in the mood for.” Neapolitan Cookie says to her niece.

The mention of a juicy jelly burger did sound appealing. Very appealing. She placed a hand over her stomach and nodded her head. “Yeah, we can get burgers.”

Cupid Cookie leans back with a sigh. “Hooh.. I don’t think I can eat another bite. I’m stuffed.”

Neapolitan Cookie and Misfit Cookie stared at the three baskets placed in front of Cupid Cookie with surprise. Neapolitan Cookie spoke up, “I understand you were sick for sometime, but were you that hungry? Three jellyburgers and sugar sticks is a lot, even for me.”

Cupid Cookie laughs nervously, blushing a little. “I guess I was.”

“If your appetite has grown, I might have to stock up our kitchen. For you and Misfit Cookie.”

“Auntie said you went to Beast-Yeast?” Misfit Cookie asked. “How was it?”

Cupid Cookie swallowed dryly. “Well.. it was nice. Not as dangerous as a lot of cookies say it was, but I only stayed in one area during my visit.” Cupid Cookie lies and stripped away some details compared to what she told Neapolitan Cookie and Peanut Butter Cookie.

“Aww. No monster encounters or anything? Lame.” Misfit Cookie grumbled before slurping on her milkshake.

Neapolitan Cookie frowns at Misfit’s response before shaking her head. “I think we should stop mentioning or discussing Beast-Yeast moving forward.”

Cupid Cookie looked off to the side before nodding her head. “Yeah. I agree.”

“Here is your room during your visit. Misfit and I got it cleaned up and prepped for you.” Neapolitan Cookie shows off the spare bedroom. It was a simple room, nothing too extravagant like back in the Faerie Kingdom-what did you both agree on back at the restaurant? Stop talking about Beast-Yeast. No more, talking about Beast-Yeast!

Cupid Cookie steps inside. “Thanks.”

Neapolitan Cookie nodded. “You seem tired, so I’ll let you get some rest in. If you need anything, feel free to help yourself. See you in the morning, Cupid Cookie.” Then the door closed with a soft click.

Cupid Cookie sighs in relief and lays down on her bed. She curled up on her side, ready to sleep.

RING! RING!

RING! RING!

“Hello?”

“Doopity-Doo! Evening, Cupid Cookie! It is us, the Sugar Gnomes! We wanted to inform you on a time frame that it would take us to expand your house! From the materials currently being used and retrieving them to properly shape and mold the house to look perfect, it would take us… about a month or two!”

Cupid Cookie shot up immediately. “A m-month?! That seems rather lengthy! I-I-”

“No need to worry, Cupid Cookie. We will still try to work efficiently, yet carefully and maybe we can get it done much earlier! We will let you know and keep you updated!”

Cupid Cookie gave out a shaky breath, dragging her hand down her face as she groaned. “I..a-alright. Alright. It’s not a bother for me.” Lie. “Don’t let me interrupt your work then.”

She hangs up the phone before laying on her back. The urge to scream was building up, but no. She can’t do that in someone else’s home. She’ll just swallow it, keep it within, then let it out later. Much later.

“A month?!” Neapolitan Cookie exclaimed as she brewed some coffee.

“That’s what I said!” Cupid Cookie shouted. “I didn’t think it would take them that long. I mean, the Sugar Gnomes are usually quick but they said because of what my house is made of, it’s gonna take them much longer.” She sighs. “If I’m overextending my stay, I really didn’t mean it.”

“No no, it’s fine. It’s…I don’t understand why they didn’t tell you in advance.”

Cupid Cookie fiddled with her hands. “I guess I should have asked firsthand. But it slipped my mind because I was too anxious and antsy for it to be done.”

“You’re that anxious to get a storage space?” Neapolitan Cookie questioned, sipping her coffee. “Kinda strange honestly.”

Cupid Cookie laughs nervously, before frowning. “Ugh, fuck.” She muttered before turning away from the rancid smell of the coffee Neapolitan Cookie was sipping. (Damn heightened sense of smell!)

“Misfit Cookie is at school right now. Or she should be at school. That young cookie just can’t seem to avoid getting into trouble.” Neapolitan Cookie sighs.

“She’s a teen. Like you didn’t get into shit before? You don’t remember when we tried to convince Peanut Butter Cookie to distract some Cakehounds to sneak into a Cream Sheep farm?” Cupid Cookie teases.

“That was a foolish act. We did it all because I wanted to impress a cookie but was too scared to do it alone!”

“...But it worked.”

“It did work. Then it turned out that cookie just had a penchant for odd hobbies and I didn’t want to be a part of it anymore.”

“I.. can only imagine.” Cupid Cookie leans back and taps her hands on the table. “I haven’t been in Parfaedia enough times so like, what is there to do around here?”

“Library. Park. Sometimes there’s little city events that take place for cookies to show off their magical skills.”

“So pretty much like the Kingdom then.”

Neapolitan Cookie shrugged. “Yeah I guess.”

“I’ll just clean myself up and go on a walk later then, look around and stuff.”

Cupid Cookie flew down the sunny streets of Parfaedia. A heavy contrast compared to night with all of the lights illuminating the streets, shimmering like stars. There was always something taking place even on work/school days. Cupid Cookie hums before her eyes catch a bookstore and she swiftly flies in.

Walking, because flying of all sorts was prohibited, through the isles of perfectly organized books based on their genres and authors. The only books Cupid had were romance, sonnets and romcoms. In her defense, they were gifts from cookies none the wiser and it’s rude to turn down gifts.

“Oh?” Something caught her eye as she carefully pried a book out from the shelf. Admiring the cover art before opening it to read the inside synopsis. “Bear witness to the astounding tale of the Heroic Wizard traversing through the eons of space and time to find his destiny and prove his loyalty and love-ugh.” She closed the book and shoved it back on the shelf. Rolling her eyes, she continued searching around the library.

And spotted something.

A Novel for Raising Baby Doughs.

There’s just a book for everything, is there?

Placing a gloved hand on her stomach, Cupid Cookie stood there admiring the text for a moment. She could get it, it would help her out a lot. However, she’d be questioned by Neapolitan Cookie. It’s a struggle. A big one.

Ugh. Screw it. 

She’ll just keep it hidden underwraps until she’s back home.

“Oh hey, welcome back!” Neapolitan Cookie greeted Cupid Cookie. “I see you did some shopping.”

“Hm? What gave it away?” Cupid Cookie asked as she held two bags in her hands. “I’ll keep them in my room so they aren’t in the way.”

“May I ask what you got there?”

“Nothing much, just a tone of chocolate.”

Neapolitan Cookie scoffs. "No way you spent all that time outside and all you got were-chocolates..”

“Hmph.” Cupid Cookie stuffed the bar of rich chocolates back in its bag before flying into her room. “I’ll be out in a second, just need to relax from all of that flying.” 

Cupid Cookie closed herself off in her room, placing the bag of chocolates besides her bed. She pulled the book out and admired the cover. An illustration of an older cookie and a baby dough together in a pastel color palette painting surrounded by flowers and blueberry birds. Looking up at the door again, ensuring it’s locked before beginning to read and study.

Nine months, yeah.

Hormone kicks, mhm.

The obvious mentioned from what she remembered, or found out after the visit with a Healing Cookie. She just jumped towards the end for when the baby was here.

Okay, yes. This is what she needed. She’ll read up on these sections only over and over.

It’s two weeks in staying with Neapolitan Cookie and today Cupid Cookie would be assisting her with deep cleaning and going out to restock for the month. With so much moving around and current exhaustion, her energy to even fly was slowly deteriorating away; however she hides it to the best of her abilities.

She couldn’t wait to collapse into her bed, eagerly entering her bedroom-

“Misfit Cookie?!” She shrieked.

Misfit Cookie was laid on Cupid Cookie’s bed, eating her chocolate and reading the Novel for Raising Baby Doughs with a bored expression. “What did you get this for? Do you plan on having kids?”

Cupid Cookie grumbled before storming over to snatch it away from her hands and stuffed it into her suitcase instead. “Didn’t your aunt tell you to not go into your guest’s room?”

“Auntie Neapolitan Cookie can’t tell me what to do and also this is my house too and you are also my guest.” Misfit Cookie responded, putting her arms behind her head as she stared at the ceiling.

“Nice try, kiddo.” Cupid Cookie scoffed before collecting all of the spared chocolates, which sadly wasn’t a lot. “Alright, you had your fun, now get out of here.”

“Why do you have a pregnancy book?”

Cupid Cookie sighs. “Misfit Cookie, please get out.”

“Are you pregnant? If you are, I’m gonna tell Auntie Neapolitan Cookie.”

“No, I’m not pregnant. Now can you please leave?”

“If you aren’t then why do you have this?”

“Misfit. Cookie. Get. Out.”

“Answer my question first!”

“It’s for a friend. I answered your question, now get out.”

“That’s a lie! According to Auntie Neapolitan Cookie, you and Peanut Butter Cookie are the only friends you guys have!”

Cupid Cookie sighs and sits on her chair, rubbing her temples.

“If you’re pregnant-”

“I’m NOT pregnant!” Cupid Cookie started yelling.

Their yelling grabbed the attention of Neapolitan Cookie. She walked in the guest bedroom with confusion. “What’s going on here? Misfit Cookie, what are you doing here?”

“Because I can and because I want to.” Misfit Cookie shrugged her shoulders. “Whatever, I’m bored and I’m going back to my room.” She gets off the bed and walks over to her own bedroom.

Neapolitan Cookie sighs and shakes her head in disbelief. “Oh this kid. Hey, what’s going on? I heard you yelling.”

Cupid Cookie huffs and shakes her head. “It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

Cupid Cookie has been on edge after her room was infiltrated. Misfit Cookie knew the truth and there was no telling if she would spill the beans to her aunt. She tried to calm down, stress wasn’t good for the baby, but how could she?

She should call Peanut Butter Cookie to revise that request to stay with her for the rest of the month.

Ugh, but then Neapolitan Cookie might get her feelings hurt and then the truth comes out.

Fuck.

This shit sucked so much.

Dammit, where was her phone?

RING!

RING!

RING!

“You called three times?” Peanut Butter Cookie finally answered with confusion.

“Hey, uhm,” Cupid Cookie looked over her shoulder to make sure her door was closed and locked this time. “Listen, it’s not working out at Neapolitan Cookie’s.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

“Nea’s niece.”

Peanut Butter Cookie let out a disappointed sigh. “Should have known. What happened this time?”

“She broke into the bedroom I was currently resting in and she got into my stuff, my chocolates dude.”

Peanut Butter Cookie went quiet. Before saying in a confused tone, “Your chocolates? Is that it?”

Cupid Cookie groans. “Yes. Yes, my chocolates.”

“Cupid Cookie, not to downplay your annoyance, but chocolate isn’t that pricey to get. They cost the same everywhere in Earthbread. I'm positive. You told Neapolitan Cookie this, yes?”

“No. I didn’t think it would bother me but now it does. And what would even be the point of replenishing it? Kid will just break in again and eat them all!”

“Hey hey, let’s calm down. Remember, this is a child we are talking about. Let’s not get too angry here, okay? Just go tell Neapolitan Cookie what happened and we can solve the problem from there. Alright?”

“I.. I still want to come over.”

Peanut Butter Cookie went silent as she looked behind her shoulder. “I-I’m sorry, Cupid Cookie. But something came up.”

“What? What happened?”

“I…fuck uhm..it’s just a family issue. I really do not want to get into the details. I know, I’m sorry. Just-”

“No. No, it’s fine. I’m sorry. I’m just..ugh..I was really looking forward to enjoying myself with them and..yeah I should tell Neapolitan Cookie. You take care, Peanut Butter Cookie. I’ll see you later.”

Beep!

Cupid Cookie was kept afloat by her wings in one place. 

And then she was mindlessly dangled side to side by thin blue strings wrapped around her limbs, torso and neck.

Her stitched smile and button eyes stare up at the cookie puppeteering her, and he returns his gaze with slight intrigue in his mismatched colored eyes. Lifting up his hand to hold her above his head, his slitted pupils followed the puppet’s every move.

Then the strings release the doll, causing her to fall in Shadow Milk Cookie’s hand.

He’s confused.

Recalling what he conversed with Black Sapphire Cookie, what was so interesting about this common cookie? It couldn’t just be because she entertained him or the humor in watching her put on a mask just to be socially accepted by cookies? Just for such a mask to falter when those fairies were giving her a hard time?

Ugh. Feelings were so confusing and such a nuisance.

Why did he have to have them?

And why were they causing him to be drawn to someone like her? She was just a bit of entertainment to do on the side as a break for preparing the big event. And now that it’s being put into motion, she’s just an obstacle.

A distraction.

Ugh, by the hideous witches, how dare this damned cookie make him feel something and pry his motives away from something important?! He shouldn’t have given in! Now, he’s burdened with this!

Wait.

Burdened?

No. No that can’t be.

“Ha….haha…” His body slightly shakes before he drapes his hand over his eyes, throwing his head back to let out a maniacal laugh. No way, he’s burdened with feelings for some common cookie who he knows would never return to Beast-Yeast?

She’s not a fool, some cookie would have told her the deets by now. She isn’t coming back.

And yet,

That notion bothered him.

Disturbed him.

His laughter died down and a sigh left him. That feeling will pass. There’s another cookie he’s anticipating seeing. If things go accordingly, then he won’t be so bothered by this little cherub cookie.

…

She feels soft in his hands though.

He’ll hold onto her a little bit longer.

Just a little.

[nxvellus]

Give A Second Chance to Cupid - Episode 6

A/N: Short episode moment. And it just gets more and more exciting for Cupid Cookie.

Warnings: NSFW (Plushophilia) and Pregnancy

Episode 7: Here! Banner credit to @/anitalenia

99+ Notifications finally started pouring in. And more than half of those notifications were messages from friends. Surprisingly more from Peanut Butter Cookie than Neapolitan Cookie.

How was the Kingdom?

What did you see there?

Please send photos of any relics or history books.

Or take photos in general. I wish to see them all.

You must not have any service it seems if you aren’t responding right away.

Hey, you must have service now if you were able to call Neapolitan Cookie. She called me after you hung up. You told her you were attending a Theater Show? How odd. There were no mentions of something along the like. But do be careful. Remember, Beast-Yeast isn’t a laughing matter.

You haven’t responded to either me or Neapolitan Cookie, I hope you’re alright.

I will simply assume that you are and you lost service again.

Please let that be the case.

I’m worried for you, Cupid Cookie.

Hey

I’m almost home

See you two soon

<3

The warm sun hit Cupid Cookie’s skin, making her sigh in relief and stretch her wings. A contrast from the cool environment of the forest, it was like a welcoming hug for her. As a way to welcome her home from all of the pain she went through. As the air balloon slowly descended, she could see the small specks of Peanut Butter Cookie and Neapolitan Cookie running over as fast as their legs could go.

The balloon descended and when Cupid Cookie made her departure, she was nearly tackled to the ground by her two friends who gave her a tight embrace. She let go of her bag to return their tight embrace. 

Tighter.

This was the perfect welcome home.

The three cookies rested in Cupid Cookie’s home, tea and chocolates out to enjoy as they caught up from the past week and a half.

“How horrifying to hear. But we can always count on the Ancient Heroes to take care of the situation. It is what they do best.” Neapolitan Cookie chimed with a delighted hum before sipping her tea.

“I can not believe you actually spoke with the Ancient Heroes.” Peanut Butter Cookie spoke with disbelief. “You must tell me, were they as radiant as their paintings depict them? Their stained glass illustrations, their tapestry, their statues?”

“It was just White Lily cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie. He said it was a mission between the both of them and three kids tagged along because they’ve been assisting them. And let me tell you, those kids are strong as Hell. Gingerbrave Cookie nearly crumbled my hand in a handshake.” Cupid Cookie shook her head with a laugh. “I hope they’ll be alright.”

“They will be. The only cookie that matters to us is you, Cupid Cookie.” Neapolitan Cookie says as she grabbed her friend’s hand and squeezed it. “I was worried sick when the line cut and you were spouting nonsense. I tried to call you again, but nothing.”

“Well, you won’t have to worry about it. They’re not traveling to Beast-Yeast until further notice. So, I won’t be going back any time soon.”

“And you don’t really have a reason to go back.” Peanut Butter Cookie chimes in.

“Right.” Cupid Cookie sighs, leaning back.

“Oh yeah, I just remembered. The craziest thing happened back at home, you’re not gonna believe this.” Neapolitan Cookie sat up to begin a retelling of some insane misuse of magic done in a cafe in Parfaedia.

Peanut Butter Cookie leaned forward to listen with intrigue.

But Cupid Cookie started feeling light-headed and dizzy again. Neapolitan Cookie started to sound muffled and incoherent as she held her head. “Urgh..shit..”

The two cookies turned to Cupid Cookie immediately. “Oh my, Cupid Cookie, are you feeling alright?”

“You must be feeling jet-lagged.” Peanut Butter Cookie says.

“I’ve been feeling like this in the morning. I’m just glad I didn’t throw up on the trip home.” She slurred, trying to sit up but the sudden wave of nausea hit and she went still.

“Oh dear. Could it have been something you ate?” Neapolitan Cookie asked.

“Maybe? I didn’t eat that much at the gathering.”

Peanut Butter Cookie set her cup down and approached Cupid Cookie’s side. “Let’s lay you down, Cupid Cookie. Come help me, Neapolitan Cookie.”

Neapolitan Cookie nodded her head to join Peanut Butter Cookie and carefully led Cupid Cookie to her bed and laid her down. Neapolitan Cookie fixed up the pillows and pulled the blankets up to cover her friend. Peanut Butter Cookie brought a tall glass of water and a trash bin, placing them beside Cupid Cookie. “Here. That should be everything.”

“Crackers?”

“She doesn’t have any. I checked her cupboards and pantry. Which is rather barren. Cupid Cookie you-I’ll go shopping for you.” Peanut Butter Cookie stood upright with her hands behind her back. “I’ll be right back.” She leaves to exit Cupid’s home.

Cupid Cookie shifts as she gets comfortable under her blankets. “Mm. Thanks.” She sighs. “This shit sucks so much.”

Neapolitan Cookie laughs nervously. “I can only imagine. But if it is food poisoning, you won’t be down for the count forever. Would you like for me and Peanut Butter Cookie to be here with you in case you need something?”

Cupid Cookie shook her head, wincing slightly. “Mm. No. Doubt you have anyone watching Misfit Cookie. I’ll be fine, Nea.” She gave a weak smile. “I’ll just sleep it off-”

“Make sure you drink your water though. Stay hydrated.”

“I will, I will, Mom.”

Neapolitan Cookie rolled her eyes before giving her farewells to return home.

Peanut Butter Cookie returned and stocked up Cupid Cookie’s kitchen as she promised. As an extra, she left behind a recipe book she purchased from her bookstore. “I didn’t get all the ingredients for every recipe in this book. Just the ones I have post-it notes sticking out of.”

Cupid Cookie sat up in her bed, skimming through the pages of her new book to admire the photogenic food pictures while reading the ingredients list and steps. She’ll make one of the marked pages for her dinner later. What she needed right now was a warm shower. Stripping off her clothes as the warm water runs from the shower head, she stepped inside to wash her hair and body. As she scrubbed the sweet soap all over her body, she nearly dropped her sponge when she washed her chest. “Agh! Wh-what?” She touches her breasts and scrunches her face up. They felt weird.

Why did they feel weird?

Cupid Cookie turns off the shower and wraps her fluffy towel around her body, careful to avoid adding pressure around her chest.

She began to work on her dinner, following the note wedged in by Peanut Butter Cookie that read in big letters, “MAKE THIS! IT’S EASIER ON THE STOMACH!” So, Cupid Cookie has her ingredients carefully measured and organized. Preparing her stove top at the right heat temperature as per the instructions, adding the flavoring items first that created a sweet smell wafting through her kitchen. Slowly, she added stuff one by one to create a soup-like mixture. Just one more thing to add and-

THUNK!

CLATTER!

“Shit!” Cupid Cookie exclaimed as she kneeled down to scoop up the spilled mess back into the container. “Ugh.. fuck it stained! Why does this shit stain?!”

…

(What was that outburst just now?)

“Fuck, the soup!” She gets back up to her feet and takes her dinner off the heat immediately, but slips in the residue of her mess, falling on her back and making an even bigger one as her dinner was now splattered all over her kitchen.

She sat up and looked at the red sweet splatters with wide eyed horror, mouth agape and trembling.

Sniff.

Sniffle.

She hugged her knees tightly as she sobbed into them. Hiccuping and coughing as her frame shakes. What the hell was going on? Why did everything feel difficult?

She gets up to grab her phone.

Peanut Butter Cookie, hair messy with food she picked up, assisted in cleaning up the mess alongside Cupid Cookie. “Don’t smear it, alright? Just dab it and let it soak into the rag.” She says in a soft voice.

The mess was cleaned up to the best of their abilities and they ate together in silence.

Cupid Cookie puts her burger down and sighs. “I don’t know what the hell has been up with me. I just-”

“Cupid, it's okay.” Peanut Butter Cookie scoots closer to her. “It was an accident, we got what we could cleaned up and it’ll be better tomorrow. You’ve been having it rough for nearly two weeks and still reeling from the effects.”

“I still feel bad for interrupting your sleep.”

“You sounded distressed, Cupid. I wasn’t going to leave you in such a state. What kind of friend would you take me for if I did?”

“...A pretty shitty one?”

“Yes. A shitty friend. And that stinks.”

…

Snrk!

“Pfft-yo-you just made a pun? Really? Are-pfft! A-are you sure you’re not the sick one, Peanut Butter?” Cupid Cookie brought her hand up to hide her laughter.

Peanut Butter Cookie took a moment to process the words that came out before her face flushed. “Oi! That was-that was accidental! Stop laughing that it wasn’t that funny!”

The next morning, Cupid Cookie didn’t feel as awful as before. The discomfort around her chest was still present, unfortunately, but at least she felt well enough to not be bed ridden for too long. “I should try to get back to work.” She grabbed her phone, her two pistols holstering them under her skirt before flying out to do some matchmaking.

“Right and just to be double sure, you want to fulfill your dream of.. Running a Jam shop together and making it a traditional bloodline rule, yes?” Cupid Cookie asked, looking up from her cell phone as she types the data in.

“Mhm! Need someone dedicated and offering in helping my Daddy and my daddy’s daddy and my daddy’s daddy’s daddy’s dreams pursue!” The bright eyed Cookie announced boldly.

“Uh huh. Seems like I found a cookie that could fit the bill for you. Right this way, I can lead you to them.” She says as she flies ahead with the cookie following right behind her.

“Cupid Cookie?” The familiar voice of Peanut Butter Cookie causes the cherub to halt. She approached with confusion and concern. “You’re getting right into work?”

“Yeah-uh one sec, babes-yeah, I wasn’t feeling too bad this morning. Chest does kinda hurt, but I’m managing. Didn’t wanna stay home for too long.”

“W-wait I-but I thought you had food poisoning.” Peanut Butter Cookie placed her hands on her hips.

“Food poisoning?” The bright eyed Cookie parroted with surprise. “Oh Miss, you shouldn’t be flying like that or working! Hey look, I’m in no rush to find somecookie right away.”

Cupid Cookie blinked in surprise and started sputtering. “W-wait hold on, it’s not-”

“No way, ma’am! Take it from me, you need to conserve all of that energy and rest up to stay healthy. I’m sure that cookie will be out there even when you’re feeling better.” Then they placed a hand on their hip and rubbed their chin. “Although, don’t recall having chest pains during that time. You should see a healer or their aid or something to get that looked into.”

Peanut Butter Cookie nodded her head. “They’re right. I had no clue you were having chest pains either. Come on, we should see what’s going on with you.”

Cupid Cookie glared at her. “Don’t word it like that.”

The two cookies entered a small building with cookies running back and forth with tools and herbs in their arms. Cupid Cookie was in a room by herself as a Healing Cookie looked over her vitals and notes. “So you were nauseated and vomiting yesterday, suffered dizziness, fatigue, tender chest and.. Lashing out. Is this all correct?”

“Yeah. I think that’s… it.” Cupid Cookie shrugged, crossing her arms-folding her hands in her lap.

The other cookie gives a hum. “Pardon my intrusive question, but just to clarify something before I give the confirmation or theory, have you participated in any sexual activity?”

Cupid Cookie went pale and swallowed dryly. Her wings twitch and curl forward to wrap around her frame. “U-uh..”

“There is no judgement if you have.”

(You say that now, but I’m doubting that statement.) Cupid Cookie thinks to herself before she chewed on her bottom lip, then slowly nodded her head.

The Cookie removed her glasses and tucked them in her pocket. “I see.”

Peanut Butter Cookie was sitting outside on a bench with an open book in her lap. She was sitting inside the building yet the overwhelming smell of herbs was making her head spin. The sounds of wings flapping behind her grabs her attention, spotting Cupid Cookie flying away from the building towards her. “So, what was it?”

Cupid Cookie clasped her hands in front of her as she blew a raspberry. “Just some soreness. I did over exert myself at the Kingdom, but I was told it would pass. You and that other cookie were right, I should rest and take it easy.”

Peanut Butter Cookie’s iced brows knitted together. “Soreness? Really?”

“Doctors don’t lie, Peanut Butter Cookie. I’m just telling you what they told me.” Cupid Cookie shrugs her shoulders.

She sighs. “Well.. if that’s the truth then you must take it easy moving forward. Love isn’t going anywhere, yes?”

“Mhm. Love isn’t going anywhere.” Cupid Cookie said, nodding in agreement. 

Cupid Cookie flew home alone, entering her cozy abode and untied her shoes to place beside her door. She walked over to her couch, sat down, and took a deep breath. When she exhaled, she leaned forward to bury her face in her hands as her sigh turned into a groan.

“Based on the listed symptoms and answer. Cupid Cookie, you are pregnant.”

This couldn’t be. It can’t be.

She had to have been hallucinating? Hearing things.

No.

No.

No no no.

No.

No.

NO.

NO!

NO!!!

“Based on the listed symptoms,”

NO!!!

“Cupid Cookie,”

STOP!

SHUT UP!

“You are pregnant.”

YOU’RE FUCKING LYING!

“You are pregnant.”

SHUT THE FUCK UP!

She reached for her pistols, pointed and-

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Clik! Clik! Clik!

Her arms trembled as she looked at her couch, feathers scattered about and filled with ammunition. Her arms drop to her sides as the guns fall to the ground with a loud clatter.

This was reality, wasn’t it?

Being pregnant. 

And who else would it belong to other than fucking Shadow Milk Cookie.

Cupid Cookie storms off to her bedroom and pulls down the unpacked suitcase to the floor, unzipping it and plunging her hand into her clothes to fish out for it.

It had to still be in here. Where else would it have gone?

“-!” Her eyes lit up and pulled it out by its arm. The mismatched stitched eyes and smile stared at Cupid Cookie, and it felt like a mockery. As if this non sentient toy found amusement in her suffering. She violently throws the doll towards her bed, hearing it loudly THUD! against the headboard before falling on top of her pillows.

“You just had to rub salt in the wound, hm?” Cupid Cookie interrogated it as she walked over to it. “You lied to me? Hurt innocent cookies, take something valuable to me after I shared my feelings with you?” She flies on top of her bed to pin the doll beneath her hand by its neck. “You purposefully hid your true identity from me! Had I known you were a Beast, I wouldn’t have-ugh!” She ended up straddling the doll, the friction of its stuffed body against her covered pussy sent shivers up her spine. Yet arousal mixed with anger as she choked the plushie out, grinding against it. “You toyed with me! You lied to me! And not only did you leave me, you got me pregnant!”

Her hips roll up faster and harder as her grip tightens. “I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I-ah!” She hunched forward when her orgasm hit, coming in her panties and slightly soaking the doll’s stomach. As she panted, she started hiccupping and sobbing. “I… I… I still-hic-love you…”

[nxvellus]

Give A Second Chance to Cupid - Episode 5

A/N: Ugh god yes, I have finally gotten to write my most anticipated parts of this fic. It just keeps going downhill for this cookie, its no wonder she's got a drinking problem. Also, moving forward, for series fics I'm deciding to not do a character list mainly to keep the surprise going.

Warnings: NSFW (Pred/Play and Cookie Sex.), Vomitting Episode 6: Here! Banner credit to @/anitalenia

Through the cold and damp forest of Beast-Yeast, Cupid Cookie ran for dear life. Panting in time with her pounding heartbeat as she kicked the dirt behind her. She needed to find somewhere to hide, and soon. Before he finds her.

The maniacal laughter rings through the trees, sending shivers down the cherub’s spine. 

He was close. 

With no hesitation, she ducked behind the nearest tree. She kept her body stiff and brought her hands to her mouth to muffle her sputtered gasps. She relies on her hearing, the cookie hunting her stays airborne to avoid his footsteps being heard but any form of wind noises could possibly assist his range.

Her heart was pounding against her chest, ringing in her ears that caused issues for her to listen to her surroundings. She could fly out of his sight, but her wings weren’t silent. One flutter of these small soft feathered appendages, and she would be found immediately solely by the swishing noise.

Cupid Cookie gathered herself as best as she could, trying to ease her nerves as she peeked from behind the tree she was leaned against. Training her eyes into the dark depths of the forest to seek out a silhouette or the glow of his mismatched blue eyes. But the movement was still. And the sounds surrounding her were silent. Could she have lost him finally?

She linked back from peeking and the sight in front of her causes a scream to rip from her throat and jump back.

The cookie hunting her down, Shadow Milk Cookie, had successfully found her. His smile was wide as he cocked his head in an obscure angle. The sight of her so terrified was thrilling, entertaining for him. “I found you~.” He sings out in a tone so playful, it was terrifying.

Cupid Cookie tried to fly away, but he strung her up before she could be airborne. Her wrists were bound behind her and legs frog tied to keep them spread open. Instinctively, she squirms and writhes to try to close them.

Her struggles causes him to hum a chuckle, amused by her resistance. “Oooh you are just sosososososo cute! You Cutie Patootie, you!” He floats over to her with his hands clasped behind his back. “You know struggling isn’t gonna help you no matter how hard you try to fight, little Dove!” He stops between her legs and doesn’t do anything just yet. His gaze looks up at Cupid, reading her expressions carefully.

Cupid Cookie blushed and the hearts on her cheeks began to glow brightly. Her expression of discomfort melted away slightly to look at him with anticipation and curiosity, seeing what his next move would be. If he was going to do it. Yet nothing. His smile even faltered slightly until she nodded her head a little.

Shadow Milk Cookie’s grin returned and his hands firmly grip her thighs. “No matter how hard you squirm, writhe and try to fly away from me.” He leans in closer. “I’ll hunt you down and make you mine over and over again.” His raspy voice echoes within her ears, sending shivers down her spine.

Now, how did Cupid Cookie find herself in this predicament? It started with an earlier conversation they had after having sex and she rested on her side in the middle of the woods with him. And since was just introduced to sex, it made her wonder about the other adventurous stuff cookies have done. “Could we try something?”

Shadow Milk Cookie turned his head to her so fast, she was surprised he didn’t get whiplash from it. “Go on?” Followed with widened eyes and big grin.

He’s a little too excited, it makes her kinda uncomfortable. Shaking it off, she leans in close as if someone would eavesdrop in their conversation. “So like, your thing is theater and whatever yeah?”

“Wouldn’t exactly call it whatever, but yeah.” Then he claps his hands as he sits up. “Did you wanna do a performance?! Ah! I have so many ideas to share and do with you!”

Cupid Cookie tilted her head with confusion. Then it became a look of concern. “Wait I-hold on-” She holds her hand out to place it on his shoulder, grounding him from his sudden excitement. “I didn’t mean perform having sex in front of cookies. I meant uhm.. It starts with an ‘R’ and I’m drawing a blank.”

“Oh. Roleplay is what you’re thinking. Perform. Roleplay. It’s the same thing with a different label.” He remarked before leaning into Cupid Cookie’s face. “I still have scenarios that I’m dying to play out, and lucky me to have a cookie like you willing and able to do it!”

Cupid Cookie nodded her head. “Yeah. That’s me. I’m that willing and able cookie.” She sheepishly laughs. “What did you have in mind?”

Shadow Milk Cookie started going down a list of very, very specific scenarios. Until he dropped two words that grabbed Cupid Cookie’s attention.

“Wait. The hunter and the hunted? What’s that one and why was that one so not, like, descriptive?”

“It writes itself.” He deadpans.

“Could you explain it to someone who, reminding you, is just getting introduced to sex and the other sex activities cookies do that I might consider doing with you?”

“Damn, you really are a novice!” He teases her before clearing his throat and conjuring a pointing stick and chalkboard with some graphic art. He explains this dynamic to Cupid Cookie in full detail, pointing at the illustrated graphs for her to follow along. He wraps up his explanation by stating to her in a serious voice, holding her red gaze with his mismatched blue eyes, “If this scenario becomes too much, you have to say something. Listen, sex is fun. For me at least. But if you’re not enjoying it, it’s not fun. Actually, I feel gross if you weren’t enjoying it! So, you gotta give me a sign or say if it's not fun. Do ya got that?”

And that brings us to the present of Shadow Milk Cookie yanking the top of Cupid Cookie’s dress down and roughly groping and squeezing her tits. Feeling the weight in his hands, circling her nipples with his thumbs before pressing them down to elicit a whimper from Cupid Cookie. Keeping one hand grabbing her breast, he trails his free hand slowly down her body. Feeling the curves, the dips, and swells on her figure before he reached under her skirt but was surprised to see she was completely bare and exposed. Yanking the front of her skirt up high to get a better view, her slitted pupils dilated as his sharp grin grew. “Aaaahh you darling little doll you! You’re so exposed and open for anyone to see!” He spread her cunt lip with his thumb to get a nice look of her sex. “It looks so tasty and sweet. A special little treat just for me!” 

A gasp, followed by a whine escapes Cupid Cookie as the theatrical cookie begins to eat her out. Clawed hands support her ass and prod at the thick flesh. The times she has felt his tongue work wonders between her legs, yet it still makes her head spin. Especially since he’s been pushing the appendage to go in deeper, much deeper. Her bounded hands ball up into fists to fight off the urge to roll her hips for more of his tongue, more of him. Throwing her head back while crying out his name, legs clenching with the reflexes to shut tight.

Shadow Milk Cookie could never get tired of her usual reactions to being devoured like this.

After making her come on his tongue until his face was soaked in her fluids, he flips her over in mid air to bend her over. Grabbing her wide hips firmly, he pulls her bottom half close to his pelvis but not entering her just yet. No, instead he slides the length of his hardened cock against her soaked cunt to rile her up even more. It was possible, continuing to tease her more and more until she started crying for him. The whimpering little prey that Cupid Cookie was tried to press against him to make him put it in her, but the jester doesn’t allow such easy movements.

“Ah ah aah, dove.” He sings out to tease her. “If you want something, you gotta use your words. I wanna hear just how desperate you are for me.” He notched the swollen head of his cock against her cunt before pulling it away.

“MM! I need you!” She cries out, wings flapping wildly. “Please, I need you so badly!” A sharp gasp leaves her when he pushes himself deep inside until his tip is pressed against her cervix.  He doesn’t hesitate to start rutting into her pussy, forcing gasps and yells to escape from Cupid Cookie’s lips as her eyes roll to the back of her head. She yelps when he tangles his clawed hands into her hair to force her head to stay up, the tight grip causes her scalp to ache and pull.

“Ooh this is the most vocal you’ve been!” He giggles with delight, huffing and moaning between words. “So noisy too! I thought you were so, so, so scared of some cookie hearing us or seeing us!”

Cupid Cookie squirms and is given a hard smack on her rear end. The force wasn’t too hard, but enough to cause some slight pain from her cheeks. It doesn’t take long for her to start coming on his cock due to overwhelming pleasure, even feeling warmth flooding inside of her.

But just because Shadow Milk Cookie came doesn’t mean he was done. Nope, he still had more in him and flips Cupid Cookie over to have her tired, stupid, silly and cute expression stare up at him as he returns back to his quick pace. “That’s just the opening act, Dove! And this show will keep going until you pass out or my legs are drenched.”

Cupid Cookie could barely register anything when they had finally finished. The energy within her body had drained to where she couldn’t even move her wings. Her brain felt washed, filled with nothing but the very clown that pumped her full. She couldn’t even form words, just little noises and gentle panting. Her pussy felt warm, full and sticky as well as her inner thighs. It always ended like this. He’d keep pushing her limits, overstimulating her to the point of tears, leaving bite marks on her body and filling her up to the point of leaking until she didn’t have any energy remaining nor any brains left to speak. Yet, she loved every bit of it. Her craving of touch was being satiated every day and seeing that he was so generous, so kind to feed into her needs made her feel amazing in more ways than one. She slowly regains her consciousness to see her being held snugly in the arms of the blue cookie. And, like their previous sessions, kisses him until her lips are sore and wet.

The next day in the Faerie Kingdom, Cupid Cookie cheerfully made way to the forest. Yet, she was stopped by Silverbell Cookie whose face was riddled with concern. “Miss Cupid Cookie? I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been entering that forest a lot. You..you are aware that it’s rather dangerous to traverse there, right?”

Cupid Cookie had to fight herself from rolling her eyes at him. Of course she knew, she’s been going in and out of the forest more than once and yet always left unharmed. Silverbell Cookie would have to be a fool to not notice such an obvious observation.

“Especially since we have heard what sounds like screaming from within.” Silverbell Cookie continued, tightening the grip on his bow. “We tried to investigate the source of the screaming, yet always found nothing. It sounds like a cookie, but we believe it might be some monster imitating the screams to trick us.”

Cupid Cookie’s cheeks suddenly flushed and glow brightly. She faced away from the other cookie, he couldn’t see the embarrassment on her less she’d be faced with too many questions that she couldn’t excuse herself out of. “I-I haven’t h-heard anything.” She lies. “Must be wind or something.”

Silverbell Cookie doubted her answer, but didn't dwell on it. His expression shifts into a small smile as he flies closer to Cupid Cookie. “Well, wherever you’re going, not only do I want you to be safe but if you could return as soon as possible? We have some cookies coming to visit, they’re well respected in the Kingdom and I think it’d be nice of you to see them.”

Cupid Cookie was perplexed. But she just nodded her head before flying off into the forest.

“Yeaaah no. Not today, Dove.” Shadow Milk cookie dismissed, floating with his legs crossed and arms behind his head.

Cupid Cookie blinked in surprise. “Wait. What? H-how come?” She flies beside him, shoving and nudging him. “You never turned down sex from as long as I’ve known you and you said we’d do this for as long as I was here!”

“Yeeeeaaaah I know. But! Show’s gonna have to be canceled due to having another show to go set up!” Shadow Milk Cookie says with a smile. He holds the sides of Cupid Cookie’s face, squeezing her cheeks which makes her whine. “You are so cute when you’re needy, you know that right? Oh, you’re just cute in general. But! I must set up elsewhere and well, sorry not sorry, you can’t come with me.”

Cupid Cookie felt her heart breaking from how casually dismissive he was being. “Sh-Shadow Milk-” She was getting choked up and forced herself to go quiet to avoid sobbing through her words. Was this actually happening? 

Why was this happening? 

Why was he leaving her behind?

Doesn’t he know about her feelings towards him?

Why is he being such a dickhead to her?!

Shadow Milk Cookie stares down at her with an unreadable expression. Looking off to the side, then back to her. A smile slowly crept on his face as he swooped down in front of her. “Hey, save those tears.” He says in his usual chipper tone before a small portal conjures beside him. He reached his arm inside, wagging his tongue while rummaging for something. By the way his mismatched blue eyes widened, he found something and pulled it out of the closing portal. “Here, take this with you.” In his hand, was a stuffed toy replica of him. The stitched button eyes the same different shades of blue and stitched line smile stares up at Cupid Cookie as she delicately holds it in her gloved hands. “You’re leaving in three days, right? I would have LOVED for you to stick around, keep me entertained by partaking in my performances but things just happen when we least expect it. You can have a piece of me with you, even when you’re home! So no more frowny faces, okay?”

Cupid Cookie slowly lifted her head until their eyes met. She wanted to protest. Her throat itched and bobbed as if her voice was banging against the confines to be free, to express how she felt about this. Yet, she stayed quiet. Forcing a small smile to grow on her face and nod her head, a method she was too familiar doing.

Shadow Milk Cookie gave the biggest grin and patted her head. “There we go!” He grips his staff tightly with two hands. “Well! I must be off now! Need to prepare, get my scripts written, and actors at the ready for this big performance. Toodles, Dove!” And like that, he vanished.

Quick.

Suddenly.

And simple.

Cupid Cookie looked down at the doll, her grip tightening as tears began to build up in her eyes. And she falls to her knees, sobbing. She experienced being able to fall in love, only to experience heartbreak. Shadow Milk Cookie wasn’t stupid, he read her emotions and thoughts, knew about them and fed into them. But yet he just dismissed her and couldn’t be bothered to tell her why. And this plush toy of him, it didn’t mend her broken heart. Did he not care that she truly loved him like she thought? More and more she wept, hiccupped and sniffled in the dark forest. And in a form of desperation, she just hugged the plush of him close to her and wished it was the real thing.

Cupid Cookie, reluctantly, returned to the Kingdom. Her eyes felt sore, throat slightly dry and body heavy. The doll was held by the arm as she brought it to her temporary cookie house to just place in her bed. She prepared to climb in until she heard a gentle knock on her door that halted her. She looked over her shoulder towards the door and just stared. Stared until there was another knock, still gentle as ever. Cupid Cookie released the covers of her blankets and walked over to answer. “Yes?” She answered in a hush tone, looking ahead to expect a fairy but-her eyes traveled up to the gentle stare of a face she has seen before. That every cookie on Earthbread has seen.

Standing before her with gentle dark fuschia eyes and long white braided hair was the Ancient Cookie, White Lily Cookie. “Are you Miss Cupid Cookie? I’ve heard good things about you.” She says softly, giving the young cookie a smile.

Cupid Cookie covered her mouth in surprise. Was this real? It couldn’t be real. What was an Ancient Cookie doing here, especially talking to someone like her? Not to mention her current mood wasn’t too high. Yet, she masks it. Forcing a smile and a little laugh. “Oh! It’s a pleasure to meet you face to face, White Lily Cookie! Ah. You heard good things? I’m very pleased! I do my best to spread the love in Earthbread and have been enjoying my time here in the Kingdom!”

White Lily Cookie gently laughs. “I’m glad.”

“White Lily Cookie, Miss Cupid Cookie!” Silverbell Cookie’s voice cheerfully exclaimed towards them. “The feast is nearly finished!”

White Lily Cookie gave him a nod of acknowledgement before sighing when he turned away. “The fairies truly love their feasts. They had them nearly every day.”

“Every day?” Cupid Cookie looked up with confusion. “Why is that?”

“The Elder Fairy Cookie loved his feasts. It brought community together, but overtime it became overwhelming.” White Lily Cookie turns to Cupid Cookie, speaking in a hushed voice. “Please do not tell them I said that, it’s just..it makes them happy.”

Cupid Cookie nodded her head and watched the older cookie walk ahead.

“You’re coming to the feast, Cupid Cookie?” She asked, stopping in place to direct her gaze on the cherub.

Cupid Cookie was taken aback. Was an Ancient inviting her to come feast? She shouldn’t say no, she can’t say no to this. Looking back on her bed where the plush Shadow Milk Cookie was nested comfortably between her pillows and tucked under the blankets, the ache in her heart was sharp.

No.

No, she isn’t going to allow herself to wallow.

Yes it hurts. It hurts like Hell.

But when would she ever have a meal with an Ancient Hero?

Cupid Cookie stepped out of her house and closed the door behind her. “Of course!”

The entire fairy kingdom came together in a large group, serving meals and tea as the stringed instruments played through the gathering. Fairy cookies meet together to engage in conversation or dance along to the music. Meanwhile Cupid Cookie awkwardly stood aside, holding a delicate cup of fragrant tea as she watched the merriment before her. It was nothing but joyous, cookies together and she’s just kind of on the side. She looked down at her cup, before bringing it up to her lips.

“Cupid Cookie, there you are.” White Lily Cookie’s voice startled Cupid Cookie, trying to not choke on her drink. “I was looking for you.”

Cupid Cookie’s wings flap slightly. “You were?”

She nodded her head, walking over to stand beside her to watch the group alongside the cookie. “You don’t want to engage and mingle with the others?”

Cupid Cookie didn’t know how to respond. She just looked down for a moment, brain processing what answer to give before turning over with a smile and shaking her head. “Oh no, I’m fine here. I, well, honestly I haven’t talked to other cookies outside of my friend circle nor clients. Speaking of friends,” she pulled her phone out and, as expected, no service. She tucked her phone in her pocket as she breathed through her nose.

White Lily Cookie hummed. “I see. It sounds as though you’re quite shy outside of work.”

Cupid Cookie blushes.

“Don’t feel embarrassed. I was like that myself.” She follows with a bashful laugh. “If you would like, you’re free to come join my friends and I.”

Cupid Cookie looked up at her with wide eyes. She heard that correctly, yes? White Lily Cookie and her friends? The other Ancients? Could she stomach that? Could she truly fake it through being with them? Thinking about it more, it will be energy draining on top of not fully healed from a heartbreak. Yet, no one would believe her if she were to share that she had a feast with the Five Ancient Heroes. “I. Yeah. I’d love to.”

So, it was not the five ancient heroes that were present. But three young kids with different volumes of personalities. Based off of how each one greeted her, 

Gingerbrave Cookie grabbed her gloved hand and shook it with the force of an older cookie. Just how strong was this kid? He introduced himself with a loud confident voice and held his striped cane up proudly, before comically gesturing his hands towards his two friends.

After scolding his friend to tone his abrasive energy down, Wizard Cookie graced Cupid Cookie with her name and status of wizard in training. As if that wasn’t obvious by his outfit that the past wizards used to wear, but he seems proud of his appearance as well as his aspirations.

Strawberry Cookie introduced herself in a soft spoken tone, fiddling with her hoodie’s pullstrings before stuffing her hands into her pockets. Gingerbrave Cookie seemed to do the introduction for her, adding comments on how “Awesome she is at video games!” which caused her to blush. “I-I’m not that great!” She stuttered.

“No way! You TOTALLY whooped Wizard Cookie in a match of Wizard Battle of the Universe!” He responded proudly.

Wizard Cookie sputtered before gripping his staff tightly. “You KNOW I’m not good at video games, Gingerbrave Cookie! That isn’t something to brag about in an imbalance of strengths!” But then he sighs. “Besides, Strawberry Cookie isn’t just good at video games. Her lollipop swinging skills surely are nothing to scoff at.”

“..You guys..” Strawberry Cookie muttered, feeling warm from the praise her two friends shared.

The relationship these kids had, it was very sweet. Making Cupid Cookie’s heart swell from how supportive they were to each other. According to the four of them, they met White Lily Cookie while chasing a Cakehound wearing a crown on its head. But then their storytelling came to halt out of nowhere and immediately changed topic. “So, Cupid Cookie. What are you doing in the Faerie Kingdom?”

Cupid Cookie explained she was invited to do her work in the Kingdom and would only be staying for three more days. As she continued, she noticed White Lily Cookie looking over her shoulder with a slight disturbed expression. “White Lily Cookie, are you alright?”

“I’m wondering where my other friend is. He’s been away for a while and I’d like for you to be introduced to him before we go on our way.”

Gingerbrave Cookie perks up. “I’ll go find him for you, White Lily Cookie!” Before she could give him an answer, he already ran off at full speed.

Wizard Cookie groans. “Would it have killed you to wait, Gingerbrave Cookie?”

“Classic Gingerbrave Cookie for you.” Strawberry Cookie added.

“It’s sweet to see your guy’s friendship.” Cupid Cookie hums in delight. “I have two friends back at home in the Kingdom, but I can’t get in contact with them. This place has zero cell phone service.”

Strawberry Cookie tilted her head to the side. “Really?” She whips out her handheld console, presenting the screen to Cupid Cookie. “I have a connection here to play my games online.”

The cherub tilted her head to the side.

“Uh! I-I know its not the same as cellphones, but I would think that if my system has a connection you would too.”

“Could perhaps uhm..hmm,” White Lily Cookie thinks. “I’m not quite sure what to say in response to this. I’m not too familiar with electronics like..like Golden Cheese Cookie is. Mm.” Her expression was downcasted at the mention of the other Ancient Hero.

Why weren’t all of the Ancient Heroes together right now?

“Alright guys! I got him!” The sound of Gingerbrave Cookie’s voice grabbed the attention of the group. Turning their heads to the source of his voice, Cupid Cookie nearly spit out her drink when she sees the cookie stood beside him.

White Lily Cookie grew a small smile. “Ah. There you are, Pure Vanilla Cookie.”

One Ancient Hero was enough to make her an anxious mess.

Two Ancient Heroes? Well. she’d be shaking more Cakehound.

How was a common cookie like Cupid Cookie supposed to be okay-no, normal in the close presence of two cookies who are well respected and idolized? Her gaze flicked from the three young cookies to the two older cookies before silently slinking back, an odd sense of being the odd one out of this established friend group.

Yet, her movement went unnoticed. “Why don’t you come closer, my friend?” The gentle request from Pure Vanilla Cookie, extending his hand out to her.

Cupid Cookie spotted their kind and welcoming smiles, feeling rather guilty that she was deciding on sneaking away from them due to her insecurity. She returned to her spot, much closer while trying to keep that, somewhat, happy facade up.

Cupid Cookie filled the other ancient in on her arrival and duties in the Kingdom. “I..enjoy it here.” She lied through her teeth. Well, no it wasn’t exactly a lie. She did dislike her, but her trip did become enjoyable because of

Because of..

Maybe it is a lie.

Her smile slightly twitched, but she still forced it up.

“That’s wonderful to hear.” Pure Vanilla Cookie nodded his head, his kind smile growing. “Yes, the Faerie Kingdom is the safest and most beautiful landmark within Beast-Yeast. But I’m sure you knew of that already, Cupid Cookie.”

“Yes, you’re right about that.” Cupid Cookie responded with a laugh before sipping her tea.

“Couldn’t believe the nerve of that Beast Cookie to dare tarnish this Kingdom with his theatrics and puppetry!” Wizard Cookie speaks up with anger.

“Yeah! That jerk.” Gingerbrave Cookie added with a pout.

But what Wizard Cookie said, it caught Cupid Cookie off guard. (His “theatrics” and “puppetry”? Why.. could he be talking about…?) Cupid Cookie thinks as she shifted uncomfortably. “Did something happen in this Kingdom?” She asked.

White Lily Cookie frowns. “It was a disaster that destroyed the Great Tree, releasing the most dangerous group of cookies into Earthbread. As well as lead to the passing of the previous King of the Faerie Cookies.”

“Silverbell Cookie had mentioned the Kingdom lost their King, but he never told me exactly how or why.” Cupid Cookie chimed in.

“He must have wanted you to enjoy your time here without having any fear or worries.” White Lily Cookie responded.

“But-but why if this ‘jerk’ you speak of-it sounds like he was defeated if the Kingdom is back to normal.”

Silence.

The others exchange looks of doubt.

Until Pure Vanilla Cookie breaks the silence. “That’s what we believe. However, there seems to be some suspicions that he is still present.”

“Suspicions?” Strawberry Cookie asked, tilting her head.

“I was gone for longer than expected because Mercurial Knight Cookie was informing me of some oddities within the proximity of the Kingdom. Yet it wasn’t just him. Other fairies shared their worries that he might still be present.”

The group felt tense.

“Who is this Cookie?”

“One of the Beasts, Shadow Milk Cookie.”

Cupid Cookie’s body felt heavy. 

Hearing his name echo in her head, her balance kilter. 

Hearing his name echo in her head again, her complexion became lighter. 

Hearing his name echo in her head once more, the world spun and the voices of the group calling out her name in worry sounded warbled.

Hearing his name, her body hit the ground before she fell into unconsciousness.

Cold.

It was cold. Wherever she was.

It was pitch black everywhere in this room, if you could even call it a room.

Cupid Cookie laid on her side, fetal position and nude. And she couldn’t move.

Something that she couldn’t see was holding her down in place, preventing her from moving slightly an inch. Her wings flapped to give some push, yet nothing. Her heart started pounding as her breathing quickened.

(Why can’t I move?! What’s going on?!) She tried clawing out, but couldn’t. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she sobbed in fear.

“Somecookie help me please! Please! Please! SOMECOOKIE HELP ME!”

She screams as she jolts forward, grabbing the pure white sheets. Her body shook and trembled as she breathed heavily, trying to catch her breath.

The door opened with caution and peeking inside was White Lily Cookie. “May we come in?”

Cupid Cookie nodded her head.

The door swings open as White Lily and Pure Vanilla both step inside. They close the door behind them before approaching Cupid Cookie with cautious steps. “We heard you scream from the other side of the house. Are you alright?”

She shakes her head. “No! I-..ugh.. I don’t wanna talk about it.” She buries her face in her blanket covered hands.

“You don’t have to if you don’t wish to.” Pure Vanilla Cookie spoke to her gently. “Here,” he set down a glass of water beside her. “Drink some water, you need some in your system right now.”

Cupid Cookie’s shaky hands reached for the glass of water and took slow sips before just holding it in her hands. Her mind began to recall what happened last night, the heartbreak and the devastating news. Did she faint? She must have. And this was not her room.

“We tried to take you to your bedroom, but the door to the house you were resting in was locked.” White Lily Cookie explains to her. “But we thought it would be best if we had you sleep over in my old room.”

Cupid Cookie downed her glass of water and put the empty glass on the nightstand. She hung her head, looking down at her lap in silence.

“Cupid Cookie, how do you know about Shadow Milk Cookie?”

She flinched and went stiff, grabbing the sheets again tight enough the fabric was close to tearing. “W-why are you asking m-me that?”

“That was an extreme reaction you had, Cupid Cookie.” Pure Vanilla Cookie says as he sits on the edge of the bed beside her. He opened his eyes to lock his gentle, yet intimidating gaze, onto her. “If you know something, you must tell us. We want to make sure you and the Kingdom are safe and protected.”

Cupid Cookie clenched her jaw. (What do I tell you? What can I say to you that won’t make me feel shameful for my actions?) She thinks to herself as she looks between White Lily Cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie. She can’t excuse herself out of this, it was near impossible. She sighs. “I was.. I saw this white rabbit with bright blue eyes wearing some kind of jester attire. It gave me a ticket to a show within the forest and.. I went without thinking twice. He.. he didn’t hurt me.”

“So he is still lingering.” He says, trying to hide the unease in his voice.

“Did the fairies not tell you-”

“No! They-they didn’t tell me anything!” Cupid Cookie yelled, cutting off White Lily Cookie. “H-How.. How was I supposed to know that this whole time-this.. this..” Cupid Cookie felt dizzy yet again.

Pure Vanilla Cookie was ready to catch her if she somehow slipped out of the bed.

Yet Cupid Cookie didn’t feel the heavy weight of her body, instead nausea. She gagged once.

“Ah! Wh-White Lily Cookie!”

White Lily Cookie quickly retrieves the bin from beside the bedroom door and brings it over to Cupid Cookie. “Here. In here, Cupid Cookie. Pure Vanilla Cookie, bring her some more water.”

He nodded his head and stood up from the bed to quickly exit the bedroom as Cupid Cookie vomited in the bin.

White Lily Cookie apologized profusely. “I’m sorry if we stressed you out, I truly am. Just get it all out, you’re alright.”

Cupid Cookie returned to her home to gather her belongings up and pack them away into her bags.

When she cleaned herself up and had a meal with White Lily Cookie’s friends, her and Pure vanilla Cookie didn’t ask her about her familiarity with Shadow Milk Cookie. Both of them agreed that for her safety, she should leave the Beast-Yeast early and avoid coming back until they are certain the Beasts have been defeated.

And she didn’t hesitate.

Agreeing with their suggestion, she was led back home to get ready to return home. Her clothes, her gifts, her

Shadow Milk Cookie plush.

She held the doll in her hands as a cocktail of emotions swirled within her. Betrayal, Heartache, and.. Love. She shouldn’t take it with her. No, instead she should open her window and throw into the forest in hopes that some monster or creature finds it and tears it apart with its claws and teeth. But she couldn’t bring herself to. Her grip around his small chest tightens as her hands shake before she plunges the plush under the layers of clothes before zipping her bag up and rolling her belongings out of the temporary house.

“I hope you don’t mind me accompanying you to the Air Balloons, Cupid Cookie.”

Cupid Cookie looked up at Pure Vanilla Cookie who smiled kindly at her, holding his flower staff tight. “‘S not a problem.” She shrugged.

The two of them walked together, side by side. Not wanting to dwell in silence any more, she just couldn’t bear it, Cupid Cookie turns to Pure Vanilla Cookie. “How come it's just you and White Lily Cookie here? I thought the Ancient Heroes stuck together like every day.”

“Ah-well.. There was an unfortunate war, and while we won, we, at the time, decided it would be for the best and the safety of our cookies to disband. H-However, I am working on regrouping the Ancient Heroes together but we won’t fight alongside constantly as much as we used to.” He explained. “Besides, this was mine and White Lily Cookie’s mission together to handle. Gingerbrave Cookie and his friends tagged along because they had a hand in helping the Ancients come together again.”

Cupid Cookie nodded. “I see. That sounds nice.”

“I hope you won’t feel too ill returning home. I apologize for the trouble and that your visit had to abruptly end.” He sounded genuine, and somehow guilty.

“If anyone should apologize, it should be me. I think me being here.. I wonder if I attracted him to the Kingdom and visiting him didn’t make it any better.” Cupid Cookie sighs, shaking her head. (Because of my desperation.)

“No. No, you aren’t at fault here.” Pure Vanilla Cookie reassured her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “He’s been a threat to this Kingdom due to his distaste with the Elder Fairy Cookie, the one who kept him and the other Beasts sealed for a long time. I never got a chance to truly know him the same way White Lily Cookie did.”

Cupid Cookie lifts her head up and stops in her tracks. “The Elder Fairy Cookie, his name keeps being brought up but I have heard both the good and bad. Shadow-he brought him up. Didn’t sound like he was rather fond of him. I never knew why at the time, but I do now and even then it’s…I don’t know.”

“Well,” He paused, biting the inside of his cheek. “Well, what do you believe?”

She looks up at him. “I…well. If I may go on a bit of a tangent, I haven’t been honest to you nor White Lily Cookie. I did enjoy my time here, yet the more I stayed the more I became unhappy. No cellphone service except the one odd time, getting stressed out and angry at Mercurial Knight Cookie, and…ugh nothing was getting better so I visited him and being with him was probably the MOST fun I ever had. I kept visiting him until he just left. I feel bad doing this now. Shameful, even.” She bit her thumb lightly. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I guess it’s just that I feel comfortable enough to be honest with you.” (At least kinda honest.)

Pure Vanilla Cookie hesitates for a moment. Until he just calmly says, “I am honored that you feel secure and trusting around me to be honest. There’s no harm in telling the truth about your feelings to others. It is unfortunate you couldn’t enjoy your time here but that is understandable. The fairies are very cautious and try their best to make their Kingdom as safe as possible.”

“Yet keep a tree that held, in your and White Lily Cookie’s words, the most dangerous cookies on Earthbread within the vicinity of the Kingdom?”

“Hm. Well, when you put it like that. It must have been an oversight for the Elder Fairy Cookie.”

Cupid Cookie appeared doubtful at that claim. But really the only thing she knows about the previous guardian is word of mouth. And it wasn’t like you could contact dead cookies without performing illegal magic practices. But regardless, she truly did feel at ease sharing her feelings with Pure Vanilla Cookie.

It’s almost like when she did the same for him.

Actually, being with him and talking to him kind of reminded her of how she would talk with Shadow Milk Cookie.

Not to mention that little gem or broach on his chest, she’s pretty sure Shadow Milk had the same one? Kind of?

…

….

Questions are slowly brewing in her head.

However, they had arrived towards her designated Air Balloon before she could have a turn asking him interrogation questions. As she boarded the balloon, she saw the Pilot and Pure Vanilla talking. From the way the Pilot reacted with fear and nodded his head, it doesn't look like they’ll be doing Beast-Yeast trips for the time being. As the Pilot passed Cupid Cookie on the dock bridge, she looked ahead at Pure Vanilla Cookie. Seeing his small, kind smile and gentle wave of his hand.

She did the same before flying onboard for take off.

The air balloon slowly ascended into the sky and took off to the direction of the Kingdom. The pilot looked ahead, grabbing the steers of the vehicle tightly. Not taking his eyes off what was ahead of him, he turns his head slightly to stir up conversation. “Apologies about your trip, Miss. I hope you have all of your belongings because we won’t be returning. Order of the Ancient Hero, can’t really say no to him. But I’m sure you made the most of your visit!”

Cupid Cookie rested her head on the edge of the basket, looking down at the forest with a solemn expression. Her hand turns into a tight fist. “Not really. No.” She spoke under her breath.

[nxvellus]

Because of Dream BBQ, I might write some ENA stuff.

It's gonna be SFW only.

And also OCxCanon.

[nxvellus]

Give a Second Chance to Cupid - Ep. 4

A/N: None to say here. Just enjoy.

Characters: Cupid Cookie (OC), Shadow Milk Cookie, Mercurial Knight Cookie, Silverbell Cookie

Warnings: NSFW (Contains oral sex, blood play, marking and cookie sex)

Episode 5: Here Banner credit to @/anitalenia

Cupid Cookie was staring intently at her cellphone. There was a fairy cookie rambling on and on about his interests and what he does for a living, but they sounded like muffled noises hidden behind cloth to her.

“And that covers pretty much everything. Did you get all of that?”

“.....what?” Cupid Cookie lifts her head and turns to the fairy, blinking slowly. “Oh yeah absolutely. Something about puppets and tea and flowers.”

The fairy cookie frowns and shakes his head. “N-no. Not quite right.”

“Fuck.” Cupid Cookie bit the inside of her cheek. “I-I’m sorry. I must still be drained.”

The fairy cookie looked disappointed, but immediately replaced it with a smile. “No worries, ma’am. If you need to rest, that is perfectly fine.”

Cupid Cookie flew off and away from the cookie. She can not focus on her work right now. Her mind keeps replaying how she cried out for Shadow Milk Cookie in a heated moment and just him in general. She thought she didn’t like this cookie because of how silly and over-dramatic, and kinda crazy, he was but dammit above all he was handsome. 

But it wouldn’t happen.

She can’t be in a relationship, she’s supposed to create them. And that would mean she would have to find a cookie to partner him up with.

…

She would have to match him with a cookie eventually.

Cupid Cookie stopped flying and sat against the large tree, hugging her knees close to her chest.

That thought alone. Swan, how much it hurts.

Of course it hurts because she happened to be the one cupid that wants romantic involvement. Wanting a soulmate, a pair of arms to hold her through her worst and great moments, somecookie to look forward to being with after work. Somecookie right now who would wipe or kiss her tears away. But she can’t have that. She isn’t allowed to have that.

And that just hur-

“The tree is not meant for cookies to lean against.” That damn deep ass voice pierced through Cupid Cookie’s most vulnerable moment. “I must ask that you remove yourself from this tree, immediately.”

Cupid Cookie balled up her hands into shaky fists before slowly getting up to her feet. She keeps her head down and walks away.

“Shouldn’t you be resuming your duties?” He questioned her. “There are still fairy cookies in need of a partner. Isn’t that why you were invited to our kingdom?”

Cupid Cookie crossed her arms and still kept her head down. “I’m not feeling too well right now.”

“Could it be because of this?” Mercurial Knight Cookie held up the Redberry Juice bottle by the neck.

Cupid Cookie’s heart dropped to her stomach. “You..you were in my room?”

“We forbid these elixirs from this Kingdom. As per order of the long deceased Elder Fairy Cookie. It will be confiscated if this is the source of you feeling unwell to handle the task you were said to excel at.” His voice held no emotion.

“Why were you in my room?”

“I noticed it when you had carelessly left your door open.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to enter my room. You can not do that!”

“I don’t take orders from anycookie outside of the liege of the Kingdom.”

“It’s not an order, but a breach of privacy I am not comfortable with!” Cupid Cookie could feel her anger turning from a simmer to a roaring boil as she flew closer to the Knight’s face.

“I demand that you step back before you will be handled with, Cupid Cookie. These are rules and demands to keep our Kingdom safe. As per our-”

“Your King’s damned law. I get it. You don’t need to repeat yourself.” Cupid Cookie snaps at him.

“Hey, what is going on over here?” Silverbell Cookie flew over with worry for the two cookies, wedging between them. “Miss Cupid Cookie, what’s the matter?”

“The matter is your friend here went into my room and I’m not comfortable with that!”

Silverbell Cookie frowned before looking at Mercurial Knight Cookie. “Is this true? For what purpose?”

“This cookie brought a forbidden item into our Kingdom.” He holds the Redberry Juice up for Silverbell Cookie’s frosted eyes to witness. “I am merely following Kingdom law.”

Silverbell Cookie’s frown changed to one of shock as he looked at Cupid Cookie. “Had I not told you we didn’t allow these drinks, Miss Cupid Cookie? I swore I had when you asked about it.”

Cupid Cookie gave out a shaky breath. “A-are you serious?”

“The knights don’t enter the residents home unless they suspect rather peculiar behaviorisms. It is for the safety of the fairies.” Silverbell Cookie explained with a hand over his chest. “Please don’t be furious, Miss Cupid Cookie. We just want to be careful. You understand, correct?”

Cupid Cookie pressed her lips together. She was silent for a moment, anger still present within as she tried her damndest to swallow the frustration away. She just nodded her head and forced a smile. “Of course, Silverbell Cookie. I…apologize for the trouble.” She turns away to leave the knights. “Oh, word of advice. You should invest in roping off your tree if you don’t want cookies around it.” Then she flew away from them.

Silverbell Cookie had a look of guilt and worry. “Miss Cupid Cookie…I’m sorry.”

“Should we have her depart early?” Mercurial Knight Cookie questioned the smaller cookie.

“N-no. I think something must be troubling her and she doesn’t want to say what it is. I’m worried about her and I don’t think she’s okay.” Silverbell Cookie sighs and faces the taller cookie. “We should apologize. Tomorrow.”

Cupid Cookie just flew away from the Kingdom, arms crossed and fingers digging into her arms. Those cookies don’t know that their King was a liar and those laws he put in place were pointless. And that knight, how could he not have seen that she wasn’t okay? What was so great about a tree that couldn’t be an afterthought for comfort?

Neapolitan Cookie was full of shit. This Kingdom has been nothing but a pain and horrendous for her. And the only good thing about the Beast-Yeast was-

“Lost lil Cookie?”

Speak of the devil.

Cupid Cookie looked up to see Shadow Milk Cookie casually lounging from a branch. She quirked an eyebrow. “Were you waiting for me?”

“Lemme do you one better! Were you looking for me?” He asked with a smile, tilting his head at the point of slightly being upside down.

Cupid Cookie looked away, blushing a tad. “Maybe.”

“Hm!” He shifted on the branch and leaned backwards to flip onto his feet, levitating in front of her. “I have never seen you fly so fast into these woods. And you looked so gwumpy too!” He mimics a pouty face at her. “What’s got ya wings in a tizzy, Dove?”

“It’s nothing major.”

Shadow Milk Cookie scoffs. “Leaving like that from the most BORING Kingdom in all of Earthbread, I don’t believe you! You know you’re very awful at lying, right?” He gently pokes the heart mark on her cheek.

Cupid Cookie stepped back a little. Then she just sighs. “I don’t know, I think I’m just overreacting.”

“About what? Come on, tell me! We’re, like, besties aren’t we? Come on, come on! Spill all the juicy details on what those little fairies did to piss off Miss Lovebug!” He conjured up a long seat for Cupid Cookie and a little chair for himself. He crossed his legs and leaned forward waiting eagerly with a big grin.

Cupid Cookie was laid down on her back in the long seat and just snorted. “Alright, since you’re that desperate to know.” She took a breath, folding her hands on top of her stomach as she looked up at the trees covering the sky above them. “One of the Knights took the juice you gifted me last night.”

A loud, LOUD gasp escaped from him. He looked offended, dramatically offended. Hand clutching his invisible pearls as his mouth was agape and eyes widened. “They DARE to confiscate MY gift?! Those pesky little cookies!”

Cupid Cookie shook her head. “I’m not mad about that. I mean, I am, but that wasn’t what really got me upset. Apparently, the knights can enter other cookies houses if they believe there’s suspicious activity taking place. I forgot to close my door and the Redberry Juice was in sight so they just allowed themselves in and took it. It made me uncomfortable that they walked into my private space without me giving them permission.” Her brows knitted together. “Actually, they did this twice. And the first time wasn’t even me being suspicious, I was just in bed!”

“And they just barge right in like they own the place!”

“I mean in a technical stance they do.”

“No! The King does. Or anycookie in royal power. There is no King so really no one owns the Kingdom unless some little cookie waltzed in and wanted the throne!” He explained to her. “Feels like they should have told you that first hand but they were so desperate to get those poor souls in love that they left out the rules. Not exactly your fault, they're so greedy!”

Cupid Cookie blinked in surprise. 

He was right.

The only thing she was informed about was that one law, nothing else.

“However,” Shadow Milk Cookie speaks up, “I don’t think this silly juice debacle was the only thing that made you leave in a huff. I doubt something like that would make you that mad. There’s something else, isn’t there?”

Cupid Cookie swallowed dryly. How did he know that? “I-”

“Ahem! You better not say ‘it’s nothing’ or ‘there isn’t’ or yadda yadda! Because you’re a bad liar and I can read it on your face.” He snickers. Then he leans back with a relaxed smile. “What’s up, Dove?”

Cupid Cookie sits up and hugs her knees to her chest. “Okay fine. But…you better not laugh.”

“Pfft!”

“Shadow Milk!”

“Sorry! Sorry! It’s just so funny when cookies say that! But I won’t laugh, I pinky pwomise!”

Cupid Cookie squinted her eyes at him before looking ahead. “I wasn’t feeling too great. It’s nothing new but this time, today, it was different. I flew away from the crowd to just be alone and hid behind this large tree to just isolate myself and feel my feelings. Then this knight ordered me to get away because that tree is just that important. That was the start of the whole juice thing. I was already upset and then hearing all of that was just so…” She groans.

Shadow Milk Cookie’s expression turned sour when Cupid Cookie mentioned the elder tree. That brought back some memories, but he isn’t going to bring that up. That wasn’t important. “Hmmm. But why would that make me laugh?”

Cupid Cookie started blushing again. “I-it…because…ugh fuck it. Because I was thinking about you.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Me?! They had better be good thoughts, I swear!”

“Oh they were amazing~.” Cupid Cookie sighs dreamily. Maybe a little too loud because she noticed him leaning forward with interest. Immediately she sputtered. “I-I mean-uhm…they were good thoughts. Really,”

Panting.

“Really,”

And.

“Really…”

Sweating.

“Great thoughts.”

Shadow Milk Cookie just grinned wider. “Uh huuuuh?”

Cupid Cookie started twirling a strand of her hair. “I couldn’t focus on my work because I couldn’t stop thinking of you. You’re a rather talented cookie, even if a little boisterous about everything. But I can’t be with you.”

“What?! Why not?”

‘You were offended by that?’ Cupid Cookie thought to herself, surprised by that reaction. “It’s because as a cupid, it’s your job, your sworn duty, to find love for cookies. And I can’t take a possible suitor away from their true love. But, doing this matchmaking stuff has been getting to me. It’s been like that for a while and it’s not supposed to! I’m supposed to be numb to this. Feel nothing towards it. But I can’t help but yearn for that too. And seeing all those cookies that I paired up so happy together and holding hands, it makes me jealous! I almost wish to see a pie thrown in their faces just like from your puppet show.” She laughs. “And that’s why I like drinking Redberry Juice because it drowns those feelings away. I would have drunk that bottle with you but…that was different. I didn’t even want to pop it open because I actually wanted to spend time with you and remember it.”

The jester cookie was, for once, speechless. Listening to the words and pauses from Cupid Cookie express her desires piqued his interest. Honestly because she opened up about her attraction towards him and could see that as bragging rights to use against his companions. In all seriousness, her confession felt different. Especially hearing that she didn’t give in to her addiction and stayed sober to remember the time they spent together at his tea party.

Cupid Cookie took his silence as a sign of discomfort. She did just drop all of her issues on his lap and said that she liked him, and didn't even hide that she had rather intimate thoughts about him. Yeah, she probably made him uncomfortable. She starts getting up.

“Uhm, where are you going? Surely you aren’t rushing to get back to that Kingdom of Lame-ohs, are you?” He questioned her with a teasing tone. “Go on, stay a while.”

“What? You weren't weirded out?” Cupid Cookie asked him.

He scoffs. “I have heard the most outrageous confessions and read the most bizarre facts that would make a Devil Cookie blush in secondhand embarrassment. That was nothing in comparison. Everycookie has wet dreams about everycookie! What’s so surprising about that?!”

Cupid Cookie sat back down across him.

Shadow Milk Cookie hums in thought, twirling his staff and admiring the head’s blue glow. “What would happen if you were to date me? Like, hypothetically speaking, there was no normal, legendary, ancient cookie that would ever meet my standards. And you were to date me or whatever, what would that do to you?”

Cupid Cookie bit her lip as she looked down, her memory searching for an answer or recollection of any repercussions she would face. Yet, there was nothing. “Uhm. I-I…hmm. I am not too uhm..I don’t-”

“If you couldn’t give me a straightforward answer instead of stuttering and sputtering like an engine, then clearly that won’t bite you in the wings! Oh! Let’s do something!” He claps his hands together and pulls them apart to reveal a stack of cards. They spin and shuffle in the air before coming together in a neat stack, held in front of Cupid Cookie. “Draw a card! Go on! They won’t bite you. Maybe~.” He snickers.

Cupid Cookie looked at the cards, making eye contact with the eye design on the back before slowly extending out her hand to pluck the top card. When she flipped it over, she studied the illustration. A horned creature sits in the top center with an extended clawed hand that holds a chain. The chain connected to shackles handing off the necks of two cookies. She squinted at the words beneath the illustration. “The Devil?”

“Ironic right? You being a cherub of some sorts and getting the Devil card? Hah!” He floats over to sit beside her and examine the card. “Although, that whole thing has got nothing to do with this! I’m sure you’ve seen these kinds of Fortune Cards before so I’m not gonna go on a tangent about THAT! It’s about the Mister Devil Card!” 

The card floats between them, spinning in place slowly. 

“It’s a representation of restraint, as you can see by the lovely illustration of the hand grabbing the chains of the cookies. Holding yourself back from indulging in the pleasures and fun this Earthbread has to offer for you. Does this sound right?”

“Uh-”

“Ah, what am I asking? Of course it does!” He loudly boasts.

The card’s illustration changed to show an art piece of Cupid Cookie bound by shackles, a solemn look drawn on her face.

Cupid Cookie felt her chest tighten as her breath was caught in her throat.

“Now I can’t quite tell if that’s a reaction of fear or enjoyment at the idea of being restrained. Hey, I won’t yuck your yum if that is what you are into!” He giggles.

Cupid Cookie glared at him, but dammit the hearts on her cheeks turned a deep red at the idea. “I-I don’t-”

“Wanna live like this? Tied down and restrained from the fun you could be having? Well, no one wants to live like this but the sad reality is all you cookies force yourselves to be chained up by shackles. But do you wanna know something really fascinating?” He points at the illustration again, finger circling the chains around her wrists. “Hmmm, they seem rather loose don’t ya think? Almost as if you could slip your cute little hands out of that hole and free yourself. You see it, don’t you?”

Cupid Cookie squinted her eyes at the card before nodding her head.

“So what I’m trying to say is,” The card slips back into the deck and disappears in a poof. “You’re holding yourself back from rules that don’t even exist. Limiting yourself to limitations that also don’t exist. Nothing will happen to you if you decide to be with yours truly, so why not indulge in what you want?” He leans in, smiling widely before tilting his head to the side in an uncanny angle.

Cupid Cookie was speechless, he seems to have a knack of doing that to her. Looking around and processing everything he had told her, it made her realize that she was holding back because of some invisible fear. “B-but what about a cookie that would be your possible suitor?”

“What about that cookie? What cookie exists that I need to consider the feelings of?” He asked.

“I dunno! M-maybe there’s somecookie that you would be happier with.”

“How do you know that?”

“I-” Cupid Cookie shrinks, backing away as her wings try to curl around her. “I don’t-I don’t-.”

“Oh you silly, silly, silly, little Cupid Cookie! Those shackles look clear as day on your wrists and ankles! Holding back again like that big horned critter exactly wants you to be instead of just giving in and having fun! Just have some fun!”

Cupid Cookie didn’t budge, playing and fidgeting with her hands.

Shadow Milk Cookie frowns and gives out a long sigh. “Come here.” He pats the spot on the long couch beside him.

She slowly scoots over. “Yeah?”

“You wanna know a secret?” He asked in a low voice.

She slowly nodded her head.

He looks around for anycookie or being that would eavesdrop before leaning in to whisper in her ear. “I can read minds.”

Cupid Cookie’s eyes widened and her cheeks became a deeper shade of red.

He pulls back and laughs to himself. “There’s no cookie is there? But you’re trying to convince yourself there is because you want to save the heartbreak. You just told me you find me attractive and, under the same breath, told me you had a wet dream involving me! And yet instead of just, like I said, indulging, you are, like I also said, holding back!”

Cupid Cookie lowers her head and sighs. “You’re right.”

“Don’t feel guilty. Things like this are natural! The prudish would judge you for sure, but that’s because they don’t allow themselves to have fun! But with me, we’ll have tons and tons of fun! Fun you never knew existed! So why not just take it?”

Cupid Cookie balled her hands into a fist while grabbing her skirt. “Yeah. You’re right. I’ll take it.” She looked at him with determination and nodded her head.

Shadow Milk Cookie couldn’t hide his eagerness. He starts clapping with excitement. “Ah! This is gonna be thrilling! I have a complete list of things to do with you and nothing but time to do them all with you!”

Time.

Fuck.

“Wait, I’m only here for two weeks! Then I need to return to the Cookie Kingdom afterwards.” Cupid Cookie groans into her hands. “And don’t-don’t say ‘Just stay here!’ because even the fairies are aware of my departure date!”

Shadow Milk Cookie tapped his chin and hummed. Then he just shrugs. “Eh. We’ll worry about it later.” Suddenly he grabbed her sides and pulled her into his lap on her back. He couldn’t stop the laugh that escapes him at her surprised expression, she was just so CUTE!

Knock!

Knock!

Knock!

“Miss Cupid Cookie?” Silverbell Cookie called out, pressing his ear against the door. “Hm. I know you’re still upset at us, but..well we were going to apologize to you tomorrow but we thought it would be appropriate to say sorry to you before you went to bed.”

No response.

“Miss Cupid Cookie, it's just me. Mercurial Knight Cookie isn’t with me, I requested that he stay out of this since I don’t think you’d want to talk to him. C-Could you please open the door so we can talk?”

…

….

…….

“I..you must be asleep. Or still mad and just ignoring me. Th-that’s fine! We can talk when you feel like it!”

“She’s not home.”

Silverbell Cookie looked up and noticed Mercurial Knight Cookie flying from the back of the cookie house. “Mercurial Knight Cookie! I said, "Let me talk to her alone.”

“I know. However, she isn’t even home.”

Silverbell Cookie looked surprised. “O-oh my. Where could she have gone?”

The knight fairy wordlessly pointed his spear towards the forest. “She entered there. No cookie saw her return for hours.”

“Then we need to find her! Immediately!”

Cupid Cookie had straddled the other’s cookies lap in a heated make out session. It was embarrassing at first considering Shadow Milk Cookie had to teach her how to properly kiss a cookie without trying to eat their face. Something that’s gonna keep her up at night and cringe later.

“Mm.” He pulled away, “stop thinking too much.”

“What?”

“You’re thinking too much, I can tell by your lackluster lip work.” He scoffs.

She looked down with shame.

Shadow Milk Cookie gently lifts her chin up with a smug smirk. “Just relax. And be in this moment with me.”

Cupid Cookie nodded her head and leaned back in to resume their kiss. No more thinking, no distractions, just focus on how amazing his tongue feels in her mouth. Melting against this cookie while he keeps holding her close as they lock lips, relishing his hands squeezing her waist and her hips while her arms draped his shoulders. These unfamiliar touches and feelings up her spine, it excited her in a way she couldn’t explain. It was almost-

“Haah..” Cupid Cookie pulled away, letting out a shaky sigh. Her lips felt wet and tender, unconsciously licking them to get more of his taste.

“Too much for you?” Shadow Milk Cookie teases her, poking at her cheek gently with a smug grin.

She just narrowed her brows at him in response.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted to go just a bit further, but if you’re gonna pass out from simple kissing-”

“We can keep going.”

Shadow Milk Cookie blinked in surprise, but his grin grew into a wide smile. “Ohhh! Look at you suddenly wanting to continue. You sure though? It’s not exactly fun if you pass out while I’m-hehe-stirring up your insides!”

Cupid Cookie cringed. “Urgh! Don’t word it like that! Fucking…I’ll be fine.”

“Hmph. If you say so.” He suddenly began to untie the back of Cupid Cookie’s dress.

“H-hold on, wait!” She immediately brings her arms up to hold the top close to her chest. “We’re like kinda in public! Somecookie could see us!”

Shadow Milk Cookie pouts for a moment before a smile grows on his face. “You know we’re in the most ‘dangerous’ areas of Beast Yeast, yes? All those cookies, especially the fairy cookies, are nothing but a bunch of scaredy cats that would jump at the sight of their own shadows! No one is coming here. And if they did, they’d be given quite the show! I’m not opposed to a performance!” He tugged at her dress. “Come on, it’ll be fine!”

Cupid Cookie hesitated before lowering her arms to let her dress fall. She shuddered and sucked air in. “It’s fucking cold.”

“Oh yeah, I can tell.” He snickers before reaching his hands up to pinch and tug at her hardened nipples.

“Hey don’t-Mmph.” Cupid Cookie couldn’t scold him when he started to circle them with the pads of his thumbs. Her wings flutter as he holds her heavy breasts in his hands to feel their weight and squeeze them. The heart marks on her cheeks glow a bright red and she scoffs when he pushes his face between her tits, shaking his head left to right to motorboat her. “What the fuck, dude?” She exclaimed while laughing.

“They’re just so SOFT and INVITING!” He says, but his words were muffled as he was still nuzzled against her chest.

Shadow Milk Cookie started to nip at her breasts, enjoying the way she yelps and scrunched her face up. Squishing them together, he bit and sucked on the fatty flesh until a dark bruise was left behind. He watches Cupid Cookie’s reaction, noting the way she bit her bottom lip, her wings twitch and face contort in pain and pleasure. He does it again, moving closer to her nipples and shudders at her pained moan. He keeps going, and going, moving to different spots on her chest. When he was satisfied, he pulled away to admire his handiwork of his marks on her. “You look so pretty like this. All flushed from being treated like my personal chew toy. You’re quite the little kinky thing for a virgin.” He mocks her.

Cupid Cookie was discovering more about herself, thanks to him. Something about being bruised and feeling the pain slowly mold into pleasure, it was arousing. She leans forward to press her front against the jester cookie, wiggling her hips and grinding them against his as she soaks the crotch of her thong. “F-fuck..shit.” She chokes out, grabbing at his obnoxiously huge ruffled collar. Her dress was still on but pooled around her hips. She gets up from his lap to remove it completely, going still when she feels the strap of her thong get hooked and pulled from her hip before it snaps against her body. “Excuse you.”

The other cookie snickers. “Did you know that I am such a fan of your reactions?”

Cupid Cookie rolls her eyes before hooking her thumbs into the straps of her thong.

“Hey hey! I wanna do it!” Shadow Milk Cookie pulled her hands away to grab at her thong and pull it down to her ankles. Then he sits back to stare at her naked body as if he was admiring a piece of artwork. His mismatched blue eyes trace over her large tits, her pudgy stomach, the curve of her hips, swell of her thick thighs that gave little jiggles with her steps until stopping at the center of her shaven cunt. All the while, he’s twirling her discarded underwear around his finger carelessly. “Now aren’t you just a tasty treat? Especially right. Here.” He punctuated his last word by booping her shaven pubic bone.

Cupid Cookie gasped and grabbed his wrist tightly with both hands. “Ah. Sorry.” She immediately let go.

It didn’t seem to bother him. He flicked his wrist to toss her thong aside and pulled her to him. “One sec.” He pointed down at the couch he was sitting on, then pointed right. The motion of his hand causes the seat beneath him to expand more towards the right, and he gets up to lay Cupid Cookie onto her back. Shadow Milk Cookie gets between her legs, face close enough to her sex that he could see the details of her delicates. He looks up at her. “This look familiar?” He asked with amusement.

Cupid Cookie’s face felt hot. “H-how did-”

“Can read minds remember? I saw it clear as day in your little thought bubble! But,” He reached up to grab at her thick thighs, giving them a squeeze. “That looked so BORING. I could do much better than that. Replicate your little wet dream with my own spin on the script. Trust me, you’ll love it.” He moves close to the lower part of her stomach beneath her belly button. He bit down on the flesh with his sharp teeth until he broke skin. Body shuddering at the sweet taste of her jam while she whimpers beneath him. His black tongue dragged over the marks until he moved lower, leaning to her inner thighs to do the same there. He starts to bite and mark her thighs close to her crotch, keeping his gaze on her to watch her reactions.

Cupid Cookie writhes and squirms as she grunts and groans. But she doesn’t stop him, or demand him to stop. It felt amazing, feeling her cunt leak even more with arousal. When he stopped, she tried to catch her breath. Her chest heaves while her thighs and stomach were giving off a burning sensation from his bites. “Ah!” Her eyes widened when she felt the wet muscle being his tongue flick against her bundle of nerves. 

Shadow Milk Cookie grabbed her thighs as he gave the submissive cookie kitten licks on her clit. Slow, quick, and a little bit of pressure to get her riled up. He ups the ante by turning his gentle licks along her clit, and drags his tongue against her labia as his tongue flicks her nub. He couldn’t hold back his laughter when she gave out a loud gasp and followed it with a needy moan. He digs his fingers into her thighs as he eats her out as if he had been starved for centuries. 

Cupid Cookie keeps her hands up to her face while trying to keep her noises low. She rolls her hips up, wanting more. Wanting more of him. Her arousal floods from her and he happily laps it up, dripping on his lips and chin. “Ffffuck… this feels so nice.” Her head felt light and everything seemed to be a blur. Her heart was pounding against her chest, breathing was growing heavy. “Ah! AH! Ohhh fuck what is thaaaat?!” She exclaimed loudly as her eyes widened.

The jester had pushed his long appendage into her cunt. His lips curl into a smug smile as the muscle wriggled inside her delicate caverns to give her the most pleasurable experience. He kicks his ankles up behind him as he continues. Groaning and humming from how sweet she tasted. Gleeful at the noises that came out of her and relishing how she tightened up ever so slightly.

Cupid Cookie pants harder and arched her back. “Oh my S-Swan, fuck!” She shut her eyes tightly as she came. Her hips jerk upwards and wings flap under her with her hands balled into tight fists. She let out a few grunts and groans before relaxing on the soft couch.

Shadow Milk Cookie slowly pulls his tongue out of her to drag it along her spent cunt to taste more of her. When he has his fill, he sits up on his ankles to just admire her recovering from having her first orgasm through oral sex. He sways side to side, delighted with himself and more to offer her. “You enjoy yourself down there?” He asked, taunting her slightly.

Cupid Cookie opens her eyes to look at him then looks between his legs. That tight jester fit really left no room for imagination. And she just can’t stop staring at it now.

He noticed her gaze. “Aww you want it? Are you sure, Dove? You could barely contain yourself from being eaten out like that. I even held back a bit just for you.”

Cupid Cookie noted the bites on her thighs where her blood had dried up before looking back up at him. She pointed at one of the marks. “That’s holding back a bit?”

Shadow Milk Cookie blinks a few times in silence. Then he just shrugged his shoulders. “Eh. Got me there.” His smile dropped and he looked at her seriously, that was an expression she’s never seen from the time she’s been around him. “Are you sure though? I’m not even being funny about this.”

Cupid Cookie hesitated at first. She bit her bottom lip as she looked down at his crotch, gaze up into his mismatched blue eyes and then into the seemingly endless forest behind him. What would be the worst that would happen if she goes through with this? Having him officially steal her virginity and she experiences what sex feels like. Pressing her lips together, she nodded up at him. “Yeah. I want this.”

He didn’t hear a hint of uncertainty. She didn’t stutter. Her gaze is held with his as her brows knit to just show how serious she was about doing this with him. “Well,” He starts off as he begins to remove the bottom half of his attire, “If you are sure, I won’t deny you.”

When he dropped his literal fancy pants, she brought her hands up to her mouth as her red eyes widened with surprise. “No way.” She said softly.

“What? You speechless?” He asked, proud of his rather impressive size and length. “I’ll go easy on you, don’t you worry!” He waved his hand at her before crawling towards her. Sat between her legs, he grabbed his length by the base to press the swollen ahead against her soaked cunt. And he stops right there as that old feeling of his nerves spiking up in the most euphoric way returns. Being stuck in a withered old tree really does numbers to a guy. Makes you forget just how much certain senses, especially taste and touch, feel remarkable. As much as he wanted to just slam himself inside of her and rut against her until his balls have run empty, he has to compose himself. It’s her first time after all. He may be a Beast Cookie, but he isn’t THAT much of a Beast.

Cupid Cookie scrunches her face up when she feels him slowly push inside of her. Her wings curl forwards as he continues to push inside. This was new for her and it felt uncomfortable feeling her muscles spasm and get adjusted to his size.

“How ya holdin’ up, Dove?” He asked in a weird southern accent.

It made her laugh a little in the midst of her groans and little grunts of discomfort. “I-I’m fine. Just f-fuck-”

“I’m not moving unless you give me the signal to. Although you feel incredible and I just wanna take you right now! But! If you don’t feel good then where's the fun in that?” 

“Th-thanks for being considerate?” She’s grateful that he isn’t that much of a prick to just go at while she’s still adjusting but that wording is a little questionable. “Try uhm.. Try moving just a little?”

Shadow Milk Cookie grabbed the back of her thighs to spread her open a little more before slowly rolling his hips up. He keeps the pace up and looks down at her, watching her expression shift with slight discomfort but relax as she gives out soft pants through her parted pouty lips. His form starts trembling as his arms shake ever so slightly. By the witches, he just wanted to take her badly. He let go of her legs and laid on top of her, elbows on either side of her head to get up and personal with her. And how she looked up at him with wide eyed surprise, the way her face looked and barely hearing the little noises coming from her. Fuck it, if it feels good for her then he’s taking it up a notch.

Cupid Cookie grabbed his shoulders tightly from the sudden shift in the pace. Feeling him thrust into her at a faster pace. “A-ah! F-fuck-!” She cries out and lets her moans out loud and free. She needs to grab onto something immediately, hands reaching up to grab at his shoulders while her eyes roll up to the back of her head. She shut her eyes as her tongue hung out of her mouth, whorish moans she never knew she could make continued to be fucked out of her. 

Shadow Milk Cookie couldn’t stop the pace he was going at, moaning just as loud as she was. It was almost harmonious, something he could sample in his next performance in a sensual sweet melody. He reached down to grab at her legs and push her knees up to drape over his shoulder to get in as deep as possible. The increased pitch of her voice spurs him on, his black tongue hung out of his agape mouth like a sweating cakehound. He felt her clench and get tight, she was going to reach her climax soon and he wasn’t that far behind. Now, he could just pull out and spray his frosting all over her stomach to prevent any form of surprises. However, she felt too good to pull out of her and he just adores the thrill of filling up his mates.

Cupid Cookie’s wings spread out wide as a cry is croaked out. She came. She had her first, penetrative orgasm and by the witches, was it intense. Feeling him still rut his hips against her to ride out her high causes her to whimper and squirm. When the two of them rode out their climax, they just together in a sweaty and panting mess. She has her arms around his neck while he massages and grips her bruised hips. Yet despite the mess and sensitive sensation between her legs, her dough felt warm. She’s never felt this way before and it's comforting in an odd way. Was it the satisfaction of having experienced sex? Or that she did it with a cookie that she felt strongly for? Or was it both? Whatever it was or the reason, she welcomed it happily. “I wanna do this again.”

Shadow Milk Cookie looked down at her with a grin. Giving her hip a squeeze, his thin arms pull her in closer. “We could, but I wanna be, ya know, courteous since this was your first time. I could go for hours on end, even until the damn sun rises or this couch is completely soaked. We’ll do it next time, I promise.” He holds his pinky out with a goofy smile. “Swear it!”

Cupid Cookie huffs before bringing her own hand close to his and interlocking her pinky finger around his. “You’re such a character, Shadow Milk.”

“Miss Cupid Cookie!” The cry of Silverbell Cookie caused Cupid Cookie to shut down and the warm feeling vanished quicker than it came.

Shadow Milk Cookie lifted up his gaze, unamused and a tad annoyed. “Damn fairy cookies.”

“Miss Cupid Cookie! Please return to the Fairy Kingdom, this forest isn’t safe to be in at such a late hour!” The sound of bells chime and ring. He was nearby.

Cupid Cookie groans before reluctantly, pulling herself away from the other cookie’s cold body and standing up from the couch to find her discarded clothes. She muttered under her breath as she slowly dressed herself, not bothering to fix up her hair. She turns to Shadow Milk Cookie, still naked and laid on his side.

“Party crashers, am I right?” He jokes. “Well! If you wanna do this again, you know where to find me. And I’ll be waiting just like this too.”

Cupid Cookie snorted. “Cock and balls just out in the wide open?”

“I can make it a pussy too if you want!”

Cupid Cookie blinked in surprise. “Wait a min-”

He vanished immediately, the couch disappeared with him.

“Miss Cupid Cookie, there you are!” Silverbell Cookie flew up to her side. “You had us worried for you.”

Cupid Cookie slowly turns to face the other cookie. She could see the worry in his frosted eyes boring into her own. And behind him, oh great. “I see you’re here too.”

Mercurial Knight Cookie kept his stoic expression, staying close to the small cookie.

Silverbell Cookie took Cupid Cookie’s hand. “Come on, let us leave this forest immediately before we’re attacked.”

Cupid Cookie hummed and flew behind the two fairies. She looked over her shoulder again to spot he once was laid. Oh yes, she was absolutely returning here tomorrow. And the next day, and the next day, and the next day.

[nxvellus]

Give a Second Chance to Cupid - Ep. 3

A/N: Here he is! The cookie of the hour is finally here! Also yay, NSFW territory and inserting my headcanons that AFAB Cookies squirt simple syrup and AMAB Cookies come frosting :3

Characters: Cupid Cookie (OC), Mercurial Knight Cookie, Shadow Milk Cookie

Warnings: NSFW towards the end. Cunnilingus and Masturbation. Episode 4: Here! Banner credit to @/anitalenia

A roar of applause erupts around Cupid Cookie, the puppets cheer and whoop for the jester dressed cookie and she watches him eat him up.

“Oh thank you! Thank you, you’re all so kind!” Shadow Milk Cookie bows left and right, closing his eyes in satisfaction to take in all of the applause from the fake audience. Then he stands straight up, hands clasped together. “We have a VERY SPECIAL performance tonight! One of tragedy, comedy, bloodshed and even-GASP!-romance?” He dramatically swoons, placing the back of his hand over his forehead as he falls backwards.

The audience laughs but Cupid Cookie frowns. She takes another swig of the Redberry Juice as she feels that burning pain start rising up.

“But oh, what do we have here?!” He twirls his staff before leaning forward, violently cocking his head to the side as a big grin grows on his face. “Don’t think I’ve seen you ‘round these here parts, missy!” He laughs at his terrible country accent. “But really really, you're a face I’m not too familiar with. What’s your name, lil cookie?”

The spotlight, wherever it was, shines over Cupid Cookie. 

And in perfect synchronization the puppet audience directs their gaze on her.

She goes rigid, the grip on her bottle tightened up. “Uhm-”

“Uhm?” Shadow Milk Cookie interrupted as he crossed his arms, tapping his chin with the head of his staff. “Weird name for a cookie-”

“It’s Cupid Cookie!” She yells out.

“Aha. Right. That would be your name, wouldn’t it?” He mused in a smug tone. “Well~, since we got a little symbol of love in the audience then I am sure you would LOVE the romance in this performance. Ya see what I did there? Hm? Love love? Ha! I crack myself up sometimes!”

Cupid Cookie slinks back into her seat. She chugged the Redberry Juice until the bottle was empty. 

Then a clown dressed rabbit walked over and placed another bottle in her gloved hand, took a bow before hopping away.

Huh. Maybe another one of these will help make this performance enjoyable.

“Now,” the jester cookie says, “let us not waste any time further. And let the show begin!”

He vanished into a void and the blue curtains drawback to present a backdrop sewn and crafted with care. It represented a kingdom. Then cookie puppets drop from above, bowing at the crowd before going into motion as music plays to fit the theme.

As the puppet show continued, Cupid Cookie laughed along with the audience and applauded after the effects and musical numbers. This was rather enjoyable! The second Redberry Juice wasn’t even opened due to her being so entranced by the performance.

A musical number of the main character’s tragedy had ended then it was time for the intermission.

Cupid Cookie got up from her seat and stretched her arms above her head. Her wings flap and flutter before she starts to take flight.

An overly dramatic gasp draws her attention. 

“You crushed the rose!” Shadow Milk Cookie cried out as he floated off the stage and snatched the flower up, holding the smushed petals delicately in his hand. He whipped his head to Cupid Cookie, brows furrowed. “You were supposed to throw this when the play ends! Actors love it when the audience throws objects at them, you know!”

Cupid Cookie just…looked at him, then the flower, then back to him. She shrugged her shoulders. “Sorry. I guess.”

“Hmm,” he squinted his mismatched eyes at her. “You’re not like a typical cupid. Normally, they’d treat roses with as much care as you would treat a baby dough.” He tossed the plant over his shoulder, a glass breaking sound effect played from nowhere. “But also, you weren’t over the moon when I heavily emphasized the romance in this show. That’s rather interesting!”

Cupid Cookie crossed her arms, squeezing them. “Is it? I’m positive a few of us are just kinda..eh about those kinds of things.”

“Eh about romance?” He floats over to her, his smile growing. “But isn’t romance something every cookie needs in their lives? I mean, why else would little cupids exist to begin with? And follow that as their motto?”

Cupid Cookie didn’t say anything in response. Just shrugging her shoulders again.

“You’re an odd lil thing.” He hums in thought. “Stick around after the show.”

“What? Why-”

He vanished.

And the lights flickered that re-summoned the puppet audience back into the seats. Intermission was over and just like the fake audience, she should be back in her seat too.

As the show resumed, it started to tread into the romance part of the story. The main character moved forward to take the hands of the love interest, the voice bellowing out the character’s true feelings they had harbored for their love for so long that they couldn’t bear to keep it in any longer.

Cupid Cookie shifted in her seat, looking for the Redberry Juice to quickly chug before she decided to get up and fly away from this.

Then, what-ho? An interruption.

Suddenly,

SPLAT!

Right in the face of the main character, a pie pelts the puppet in the face.

“Pfft! Aha! Ahahahahahahaha!” Cupid Cookie threw her head back to laugh loudly. Laugh harder than she has ever laughed before.

Then another!

SPLAT!

But this time it hit the face of the love interest.

Cupid Cookie leans back in her chair as her laughs turn into snorts and wheezes, hugging her stomach as she kicks her feet.

“You didn’t forget this was a comedy too, did you?” Shadow Milk Cookie’s voice calls out from the speakers.

Then the audience roars with laughter, applauding at the comical scene taking place before them.

“I yield! I yield!” Cupid Cookie cries out between laughs. “Please my sides are gonna burst!”

“Oh good!” The puppets get pulled up and the curtains close. “We’ll wrap this show up so the pie fillings don’t mess up my actors or my stage.”

The audience cheers and applause at the end of the show, roses are thrown from the seats and hit the stage.

Cupid Cookie, however, had no rose to throw so she just applauded as well.

“OH! The applause! The cheering! It’s music to my ears!” Shadow Milk Cookie reappeared on the stage to collect the roses and take his bows. “Thank you! Thank you all! Oh I could just cry from all of this praise!” He wiped his dry eyes. “Okay, now get out.”

The audience vanished suddenly, startling Cupid Cookie.

“Oh hey, you stuck around after the show! How kind of you to keep your word.” He floats over to sit on the edge of the stage, staring down at her with interest. “Soooo~.”

“So?”

“What is your deal, girlie? I wanna know SO MUCH about you!” He shifts to lay on his stomach and kicks his ankles up as he waits for Cupid Cookie to talk.

She brushed a strand of her pink frosting hair away from her eyes as she looked around. “Uhm..everything?” She asked, her expression displayed discomfort.

Shadow Milk Cookie sighed and rolled on his back now. “Okay fine. Why don’t you..tell me..hmmm.. why are you frolicking with the fairies and putting them together like little dolls?”

Cupid Cookie blows a raspberry from her lips before leaning back. “I was invited here. Whoever wrote to me must have heard I was kinda local and requested I show up. And frolicking? I barely talk to them unless it's just as you said, putting them together.”

“Egh. Sounds boring!”

“It kinda is yeah. Which was why I was kinda looking forward to this. I can’t recall the last time I have ever laughed that hard!”

“Really?! I’m taking that as a compliment! Successfully making a cupid nearly fall out of her chair giggling, wheezing and snorting!”

Cupid Cookie rolls her eyes before playfully waving him off. “Yeah yeah, don’t get too cocky. I’m sure there’s been others before you. Just can’t remember them right now.”

“If you can’t remember, they weren’t very important then!” He says with a shrug before floating up in a sitting position.

“I-yawn-guess.” Cupid Cookie rubbed her eye. “Well, this was fun but I gotta get back to my bed.” She got up from her chair and flew towards the entrance. Until she stops and thinks for a moment, turning around to face him. “You’ll still be around, yeah?”

“Hmmm, I’d have to check my schedule.” He reached into a portal to pull out a notepad and glasses, skimming over the text before throwing both items in different directions. “I’m free! And if I did have something going on, my adorable little bunnies will come give you an invitation.” He gave her a wink.

“Right. Well. Goodnight then.” Cupid Cookie continued to fly away from the stage and into the forest to return to the Kingdom. And as she was much further along the path, she was anxiously looking forward to their next encounter.

She’s supposed to be up right now.

It’s the next day and there was plenty of matchmaking to do.

There’s even Silverbell Cookie knocking on her door to wake her up, yet she’s still laid comfortably under the covers as she looks up at the ceiling.

Hum.

From where the candle chandelier was hung, it looked like an eye. Ain’t that kind of trippy. But also cool.

“Miss Cupid Cookie.” 

A much deeper voice genuinely startled her that she reaches for her pistol and points it at the source, barrel aimed directly at the head.

The intruder was a fairy cookie, but his wings were much sharper and his overall appearance was a stark contrast to Silverbell Cookie.

But Cupid Cookie kept her weapon aimed directly at him. “Who are you? What are you doing inside my house?”

His black empty eyes stare down at her, the grip on his sword tightened. “Your presence has been requested three times at your door but you were not answering.” His words held no emotion behind them. “It’s rather disrespectful towards Silverbell Cookie.”

Cupid Cookie felt her breath hitch in her throat as she lowered her gun. She averts her gaze with the other, the guilt in her making it hard to look this cookie in the face. “I’m rather sorry-”

“You should apologize to Silverbell Cookie, not me.” He spoke over her before leaving her home, closing her door behind her.

Cupid Cookie waited until he was gone to lift her head up, raising her middle finger up to the direction he went behind his back scowling. But then she relaxed and got up from her bed to make herself presentable and get to work. And apologize to Silverbell Cookie.

Cupid Cookie was staggering at her matchmaking job, surprisingly. There was a fairy who liked the color purple and she ended up pairing them with a fairy who favored yellow. A fairy who likes sweets and a fairy who hates them. And she had barely passed the halfway point by the afternoon. But even during those hiccups and fumbles, she put on her happy mask and apologized profusely to correct the mistakes.

The reason behind her mixups, she’s been keeping an eye out for a little white rabbit with an invitation to whatever event that Shadow Milk Cookie guy had in store. Yet, there was no sign of the little critter at all. It’s making her anxious. Wondering if he went back on his word that he would still be local in her visit. He couldn’t have lied to her, could he?

When Cupid Cookie finished her matchmaking for the day, she flew home quickly. She landed on her bed, arms crossed in anger. The one possible good thing she was looking forward to during her two weeks, yes two weeks, here and there’s no wind or telling about it. Her phone had no service, they didn’t serve juice of any variety, and all of this is making her work stagger. She wants to scream. Scream until no sound comes out anymore. Until her throat goes dry and red. Just let out some form of anger, annoyance, frustration!

Scratch scratch.

Scratch scratch scratch.

THUMP!

That’s coming from the window.

The large window that was concealed by the curtains.

Cupid Cookie’s frown grows bigger before lazily getting up and flying over. Her hands grip either curtain sheet before drawing it back. Then a gasp leaves her as her sour expression vanishes immediately.

There, scratching at the glass and thumping it with its paws, was that white blue-eyed rabbit with the black diamond shape marking on its eye.

Cupid Cookie’s wings flutter behind her with giddiness, but she shakes her head. Lifting up her window, she gets low into the rabbit’s face to loudly whisper at it in anger. “Where have you been?! I thought you’d be here earlier like last time!”

The rabbit doesn’t respond. It’s little nose twitches at Cupid Cookie before hopping down her windowsill and ahead the path.

Looks like we’re doing this again.

As they ventured further into the forest, Cupid Cookie could faintly see there was new decorum put into place. The stage that was surrounded by rows of seats filled with puppets to play as the audience was nowhere in sight. Instead, there was a long table draped with a white patterned cloth filled with sweets and tea sets. Now why did that look so familiar?

“Ah! There’s the guest of the hour!”

Cupid Cookie immediately starts looking around for him. “What the-”

“Over here, dove!”

She looked over and there was Shadow Milk Cookie. He wasn’t in his jester outfit but rather in a comically fancy suit with a top hat to put all other top hats to shame. He adjusted his massive bowtie, hearing it stretch and pull before snapping into shape when he let go of it. “You got here rather early! I thought I would have had enough time to wear some makeup!”

Cupid Cookie just smiles a little at how ridiculous he looked. “So-”

“Uhm. Not so fast.” He points his magical staff at her, pointing the glowing bulb tip at the top of her frosted hair to her toes. “You’re underdressed, dove. And that just won’t do. Like come on, do you SEE me?! The set up of the table?! But also, me?!” He sighs dramatically. “We’ll just have to fix that.” He kicked his foot up as he clapped his hands.

The only thing Cupid Cookie saw was black as a heavy gust of wind surrounded her. It all lasted for a few seconds until she was no longer in her poofy cupid dress. But rather an even more poofy dress that fit the style of his own garb. But she stood there in place like a cat wearing a tight knit sweater.

“What’s wrong? You look uncomfortable.” He mused.

“I. I am afraid to move.” Cupid Cookie said in a shaky voice. “I think if I fall, I’m not gonna be able to get up. Even with my wings.”

Shadow Milk Cookie rolls his eyes. “Ugh fine. I’ll trim away some stuff for you. But I’m not gonna like it.” He waved his hand.

Cupid Cookie was put in the void again for a short period of time. And when that was over, she felt like she could breath and move freely. It was exactly her style as she admired the dress on her, picking it up by the skirt to see her shoes.

“Yeah yeah, you look nice! You’re welcome by the way!” He twirls his staff to point at the seat beside him. “Right here.”

Cupid Cookie laughs a little before sitting next to him. “Thank you for this.” She picks up her tea cup and watches the teapot float over to fill it up before slowly moving over to the same for the host. “So, do you do different things every day?”

“I do whatever I feel like doing.” He says before sipping from his tea.

“Right.” She looked off to the side before taking a sip herself. A hum of delight leaves her. “Mm!”

“You a fan? I thought the only thing you chugged and guzzled on was Redberry Juice. Which I mean,” He conjured up a small vortex beside him. He reaches inside, staring up as he rummages around until he pulls out a bottle. “If you ever want some instead.”

Cupid Cookie blinks in surprise. She reached for it, grazing her gloved hands against his colder ones to hold the bottle.

“I’m not really a fan of berry juice personally. Too sweet and it reminds of this SUPER annoying cookie!” He continues to sip his tea, peeking one eye open to notice her just looking at it. “What’s the matter? Not gonna drink it? After I went through all the trouble getting it for you?”

Cupid Cookie just shook her head. “I’ll save it for later. I don’t feel like drinking it right now.” She set it off to the side, reaching over to grab a pastry and eat it. “Mm! Just remembered! Your invite came in rather late. Why is that?”

Shadow Milk Cookie just leans back in his seat crossing his legs. “I didn’t want to risk my adorable little bunnies getting hunted for sport! Don’t let those fairies fool you, they’re savage little cookies! No better than their liar of an Elder Fairy Cookie too.”

Cupid Cookie stopped as she was about to take a sip of her tea. Then she looked up at Shadow Milk Cookie, brows knitted together in confusion. “You know the Elder Fairy Cookie?”

“Ohh yeah! Been in the Beast-Yeast for quite some time and I’ve met that old cookie from time to time before he died.” He sighs, leaning over the table to prop his head up on his elbows. “Quite a tragedy, but he wasn’t truthful to his fairies. The real reason why it was so boring and sad was because of him.”

Cupid Cookie was alarmed. This was a contrast compared to what Silverbell Cookie had told her.

“Well, all I can say is you should be lucky to have arrived here after he died. Otherwise, he would have fed you lies to frighten you so you would obey under his orders. Don’t question anything and whatever. Really controlling guy, you know.”

“Yeah..yeah, you’re probably right.” Cupid Cookie said softly. She looks up at Shadow Milk Cookie again. When she first met this cookie, she wasn’t as close to him before. He’s rather interesting to look at, even if it was unnerving how the eyes in his hair stare at her.

“Charmed?” He muses, noticing her gaze on him. “It’s only natural that you are.” He laughs to himself.

The heart markings on Cupid Cookie’s face turn red and she averts her gaze immediately. “Sorry that was rude.”

“Rude to stare?”

“Yeah?”

“Oh please. Stare at me all you want! Take in every inch of my charmingly handsome physique!” He announced boldly with his hand over his chest.

Cupid Cookie slightly turns her head to him to glance at him a few times. “What am I doing? Why am I being so weird around this guy?” She yelled at herself internally. “He’s just this goofy cookie who likes puppets and dressing up as a court jester. Even if he is handsome that doesn’t mean-oh shit.” Her wings start fluttering and twitching. Cupid Cookie snatched up the Redberry Juice he gave her and got up from her seat.

Shadow Milk Cookie looked at her with confusion, more specifically mock confusion, when she started making her departure. “You’re just gonna leave the tea party after I worked so hard to bake all these sweets? At least take some otherwise that is such a WASTE!”

Cupid Cookie flew back and started collecting some pastries into her arms. “A thousand pardons! I-I just need to go home and uhm yeah. Okay goodbye and goodnight!” Then she immediately flew away and into the forest back home.

The blue cookie was left alone, complete silence engulfing this tea party. He magically changed back into his jester outfit, floating in place as he crossed his legs. “That Cupid Cookie. There’s something about her that’s drawing my interests. I wonder if instead I could keep her at my side forever.” He thinks to himself before a little smile grows on his face.

Panting,

And sweating.

Cupid Cookie laid on her back, completely naked as her legs were held open. Even in this cold room, her crispy body feels warm, chest heaving and wings fluttering. Gasps and moans escape her parted lips as an unknown silhouette rests between her thighs, lapping at Cupid Cookie’s sex like a starved beast.

In this unknown dark room, the only light surrounding these two were these floating blue eyes that watched her, admiring the cookie’s submission and willing form and how her back arched forwards.

The unknown silhouette stops their oral performance, pushing her legs up to her chest and over their shoulders.

Cupid Cookie gave a short gasp before slowly dragging her hands up their chilly arms before grabbing at their forearms, biting her bottom lip as she awaited for what was coming.

The silhouette opened their eyes to stare down at her, mismatched blue eyes stare down at her-

Then immediately Cupid Cookie woke up with a gasp. Her face felt warm as she caught her breath, staring up at the ceiling.

A dream?

But that felt too real.

Even between her legs, she still felt wet and hot.

Her hand moves down between her legs, pulling her sugar spun nightgown up to her undergarments to press down on her clit, rubbing it in small circles. It’s been a hot minute since she’s masturbaited and the sensations feel more intense. Her eyes are closed as she softly pants and closes her eyes.

She recalled how that silhouette used their tongue on her, given her kitten licks along her labia and swirling it around her clit. She tries to mimic the motions of their tongue but it was subpar with her fingers. It’ll have to do unfortunately. She pushes her fingers inside and holds her legs up, her needy noises growing louder as she throws her head back. 

Dammit. She needed to come.

Badly.

Picking up the speed while switching finger fucking herself and rubbing her cunt, leaking onto the sheets as her orgasm builds. She closed her eyes tightly as her tongue hung out of her mouth. While her eyes were closed, she started to visualize that unknown cookie from her dreams. The physique was hard to make out but she could remember those blue mismatched eyes. Eyes that belonged to-

“Sha-Ah!-dow Miiiilk, nngh! W-wait!” Cupid Cookie couldn’t stop her orgasm nor the way that cookie’s name was moaned out from her lips. Her hips buck up as sugar syrup squirts out of her, onto the sheets. “Huff..huff…huff…oh no..”

The slow reality seeps in.

She likes him.

Dammit.

[nxvellus]

Give a Second Chance to Cupid Ep. 2

A/N: Some of the cookies mentioned her might be kind of OOC which I do apologize for, but I did my best to keep it accurate to their canon portrayals and what we got from the Beast-Yeast episodes they're featured in.

Characters: Cupid Cookie (OC), Silverbell Cookie, Neapolitan Cookie (OC) (Brief appearance)

Warnings: None Episode 3: Here!

“Hey Miss?”

Snnnzz.

“Miss Cupid Cookie, please wake up.”

Snnnzzz.

“Please don’t make me yell, miss. I really need you to wake up.”

Snnnnnnnzzzzzz!

“Oh my Swan-MISS, WAKE UP!”

Snrk-! “Uuwhah? What-where-where am I?” Cupid Cookie blinks a few times until her vision is focused. She stretched her arms above her head and her wings, groaning loudly.

“We’ve arrived at Beast-Yeast, Miss.” The Pilot opened his arm to present the new location to her.

Cupid Cookie was still a bit disoriented, but flew up to her feet. Hunched over the edge of the basket, the view around immediately woke her up. Everything was huge compared to the Cookie Kingdom. “Oh my Swan!”

The young cookie laughs. “That’s Beast-Yeast for you. Everything here, even the creatures, is bigger than ever. Thankfully it’s not as dangerous to venture around! Heard the Knights from the Faerie Kingdom have been doing a rather dandy job at keeping things at bay. Especially for visitors as pretty as you, Miss!”

Cupid Cookie was flattered at the statement, but doesn’t take it to heart. Instead, she just puts on that chipper mask of her’s and smiles at him. “Aww, you were worried about widdle ol’ me! You big sweetheart, you!” She added a giggle to really sell it. Until she feels something wrap around her foot. She looked down and saw a blanket at her feet. Confused, Cupid Cookie kinda moves it out of the way with her foot.

“You passed out from the cold, Miss.” The Pilot says softly before going over to collect the blanket, rolling it up in his arms. “I threw this on you to keep you warm until we were out of the mountains. I did warn you and even said you should bundle up.”

‘Oh so that’s what happened.’ Cupid Cookie thinks. Then she put her hands behind her back and shuffled her feet. “I’m sorry for not listening to you. I’m sorry if I caused you any stress.” She wants to vomit from how she was talking.

“W-well anyway, let me help you get out and carry your bag for you-”

“Oh! No need! I already put you through enough, allow me to lighten the work for you!” Cupid Cookie says cheerfully as she bends over to pick up her suitcase and hoist it up.

The Pilot Cookie couldn’t fight back the blush growing on his cheeks. He rubbed the back of his neck as he gave a bashful laugh. “Well if you’re certain, miss!”

Cupid Cookie wheels her bag away from the air balloon, her smile dropping when she was further away. Now she was alone, in complete silence. “Oh right!” She pulled out her phone, ready to text her friends that she had arrived at Beast-Yeast. However the top row of her screen displayed an X. No service. “Are you kidding me? Ugh!” She groans, lifting her arm up ready to chuck her phone.

Rustle, Rustle.

“Huh?” Cupid Cookie looked over her shoulder, her arm slightly lowered.

Rustle, Rustle.

Those bushes were moving slightly.

Cupid Cookie wasted no time putting her phone away and grabbing her heart decorated pistols. If something was stalking her with the intent to pounce and eat her, she'd fill it with kiss-marked bullets before it got the chance to.

Rustle, Rustle, Rustle!

The noises increased with the motions of the bushes.

Cupid Cookie swallowed the lump forming in her throat, fingers slightly pressing down on the trigger.

And something jumped from the bushes. But it was no monster or beast. But a small white rabbit with an odd diamond shaped marking on its eye. Its little nose twitched as it rubbed its fuzzy face with its paws.

A long sigh of relief leaves Cupid Cookie as she lowered her arms, holstering her guns.

The little rabbit perks up, standing on its hindlegs while staring down at the cookie with its abnormally blue eyes. Then it hops off, disappearing into the forest.

“Odd little critter.” Cupid Cookie mumbles to herself.

“Pardon me?”

“SHIT!” Cupid Cookie jumped back, drawing her pistol at the source of the voice that startled her.

“Wait wait wait! Please don’t shoot me!” He cried out. It was a winged Cookie. Wait. A fairy cookie. “Lower your weapon, please. Otherwise I’d have to draw mine.” They threatened in a soft delicate voice, not really helping their position in this case.

Even so, Cupid Cookie puts her arm down and holstered her pistol once more. Time to put on that stereotypical cupid mask on. “Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there! Just a little jumpy being in such a new place.” She pretended to be scared, hugging herself as her wings fluttered behind her.

The other Cookie gave her a kind smile. “Oh that’s quite alright. I should have announced my presence earlier, so I am deeply sorry for that.” He bows his head and there was a faint chime from him. “I’m Silverbell Cookie. One of the protectors and residents of the Faerie Kingdom. You’re Cupid Cookie, correct? You arrived much earlier than we assumed.”

“Oh my. Is that a bad thing?” She asked innocently.

Silverbell Cookie shook his head with a laugh. “Oh no. It was just surprising to see the air balloon descend while we had just finished dusting your temporary cookie house. It’s almost done, I believe. We’re just drying the bed sheets and covers.”

Cupid Cookie clasped her hands together. “Oh that’s just wonderful!”

“Just follow me down this path. It’s a bit of a trip.” Silverbell Cookie flies ahead of her and Cupid Cookie grabs her bag to follow behind.

Both of them were completely unaware that the mysterious blue-eyed white rabbit returned to watch them once again carefully.

“Here’s your home for your visit, Cupid Cookie!” Silverbell Cookie announced in a cheerful tone, the chimes from him adding to his delightful charm.

The cookie house smelled like the forest with a more overpowering floral scent. It was a small space, but nothing too intolerable for Cupid Cookie. Large curtains covered the windows that faced the depths of the Beast-Yeast forest. Might be for the best if she keeps them closed during her stay. She looked around, noting the small paintings hung up and the tapestries before her gaze fell on her bed.

“Oh! Oh my gosh, I’m sorry! I thought they had made it up before we arrived!” Silverbell Cookie panicked and flew over to unfold the sheets to apply them on the bed. “Just one second! I’ll make it up for you!”

Cupid Cookie frowns seeing this frantic fairy cookie hastily make her bed. She flies over beside him to assist in tugging the sheets over the sugary feathered stuffed mattress, then drapes the covers over to tuck them. “It’s only right that I offer a bit of assistance.” Cupid Cookie says with a gentle laugh. “I feel rather tired. It won’t be a bother to get a bit of shut eye, would it?”

“Of course not.” Silverbell Cookie answered. “Take all the rest you need. It’s gonna be a lot of work helping the fairies find their harmony again.”

Cupid Cookie’s lips pressed together in a tight thin line before nodding her head. “Mhm. Well! I’ll get to work when I feel energized! I hope my talents of matchmaking will be beneficial for you and your Kingdom!”

Silverbell Cookie took his leave as well as Cupid Cookie’s fake chipper attitude. She flopped on her bed, bouncing a few times from the cushions before going still. The cookie reached for her phone again, turning it on as her red eyes gaze at the top of the screen.

Still no service.

Great.

Is she gonna have to write a letter to them in hopes they get it in time? Not possible. All she can really do is hope that they won’t assume the worst and freak out because she didn’t-

Chime!

What?

Chime! Chime! Chime!

That’s her phone…? Wait.

She has full bars! All of a sudden?

Could it just have been slow service?

Not possible.

This device is supposed to run smooth as butter with the suggested add-ons and installations.

But at the very least she can text her friends that she had arrived in Beast-Yeast and made it to the Faerie Kingdom with no issue. Cupid Cookie didn’t even notice the small eye icon in place of where the service bars were. Just watching her.

Staring.

But she was oblivious to it, continuing to message her friends before scrolling on the small device until her eyelids grew heavy, then falling asleep with her phone in her hands.

It was cold. Unbearably cold.

Why was it suddenly so chilly in this bedroom? Until she pried her red eyes open to see pitch black surrounding her. This wasn’t her room. And her soft bed wasn’t beneath her.

Cupid Cookie moved at a slow, careful pace. Getting up on her feet and reaching for her pistols to hold them in an iron grip.

Drip.

Drip.

Water? But where?

Drip.

Drip.

It sounds close. Cupid Cookie walks forward, slowly.

Just a few steps forward, and the dripping noise grew louder.

And louder.

Until she stopped.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

It sounded like it came from beneath-

SHUNK!

SPLASH!

Immediately, Cupid Cookie is submerged into a body of red water. She tries to swim up to the surface, using her wings to push her up but to no avail. The liquid burns her eyes and some manage to slip into her mouth. This wasn’t red water but berry juice.

Cupid Cookie’s movements become more violent with determination to reach the surface, refusing to allow herself to drown in this sugary fermented ocean. She could hear her heart beating loudly in her ear, mixing determination with fear. The liquid was burning her eyes and nose. Until something grabbed her arm and jerks her forward-

“AAAAAA!” A visceral scream rips from Cupid Cookie’s throat as she immediately jolts forward from her bed.

“Hey hey hey, relax. Relax. You’re okay.” A fairy Cookie spoke softly, rubbing Cupid Cookie’s back to soothe her. “It’s okay. It’s just me.”

Cupid Cookie took heavy breaths, grabbing her chest tightly. Her wings twitch and flutter, curling forward to try and wrap around her for comfort.

“Miss Cupid Cookie,” Silverbell Cookie spoke up with worry in his voice. “Do you need soda water? Maybe some lavender tea to calm you down?”

She shakes her head, slowly regaining her composure. “Urgh..shit.”

The two fairies looked at her, wide-eyed in shock.

Cupid Cookie noticed and immediately flipped the switch. “I-I mean! That was scary! I had the worst nightmare ever, I didn’t think I was so active in my sleep.” She flies up, but nearly comes crashing down. She felt dizzy and lightheaded.

“I’m going to bring her some soda water.” Silverbell Cookie said to the other fairy. “Stay with her in the meantime.” He takes flight out of her house.

“How are you feeling?” Silverbell Cookie asked Cupid Cookie, watching her chug down her drink.

When she finished, Cupid Cookie lowered the glass and sighed. “Refreshed. Thank you.” She directed her attention to the brightness outside her cookie house. “Uhm, what time is it?”

“It’s the next day, Miss.”

“I was asleep for that long? That was supposed to be a nap! Oh my Swan, I need to get to work immediately!” Cupid Cookie flies up and rummages through her suitcase for her notepad. “This was supposed to be done yesterday! I-”

“Miss, you’re fine. Really.”

Cupid Cookie stopped mid-flight to fix up her hair.

Silverbell Cookie gave her a kind smile. “It was very busy for you yesterday, correct? You must have been very exhausted.” He flies over to the door to take his leave. “Don’t worry, Miss. Late or not, we’re very grateful for your work regardless. I know the Elder Fairy Cookie would be too.”

“Would be?”

Silverbell Cookie’s smile drops a little. “Oh. That’s right, you wouldn’t know. We had a royal figure, a King of a sort. He was Elder Fairy Cookie, a powerful magical Cookie who protected the Elder Tree. Unfortunately, he passed.”

Cupid Cookie landed softly on her feet. “Oh goodness. I’m…I’m deeply sorry for your loss, Silverbell Cookie.”

Silverbell Cookie shakes his head and smiles. “I’ll be fine. He’s been gone for quite some time. Even though we all miss him very much, he’d want us to be strong and not dwindle for too long on his death. Such as, I shouldn’t be holding you up from your duties, Miss Cupid Cookie. I’ll be around the area if you need any assistance.” And he flies out of her house, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

Cupid Cookie felt a twist inside her chest. They had a Kingdom but no King? Or any form of royalty figure? Kind of similar to her home kingdom. These fairy cookies were rather strong for their gentle and delicate demeanors. It almost makes her a bit envious.

“Lily of the Valley flowers are my favorites. They look like little bells. How could something so soft, cute and elegant exist on Earthbread?” A female fairy Cookie sighed wistfully. “If someone brought me some, I’d be in love forever.”

“Well,” Cupid Cookie sings, “I happen to have met a fairy who specializes in growing Lily of the Valley flowers! Tender love and care to make sure they bloom beautifully! She’s actually right over here!” She gestured to another fairy cookie with a bouquet in her hands.

The two fairies make eye contact and meet in the center.

Cupid Cookie flies out of the way to give them some space, but close enough to make sure she had actually done her job. Although there was something in the corner of her eye that caught her interest.

Within the foliage, there was that white blue-eyed rabbit just sitting on its haunches. It doesn’t move, just watching from afar. Staring at Cupid Cookie as it’s little nose twitched.

Cupid Cookie squinted at the rabbit, looking around to see if any other cookie was witnessing this as well. Nope. Just her.

The rabbit thumps its foot angrily. Over and over, demanding her attention immediately.

She flies over, leaving the two fairy cookies alone since they've clearly bonded and she doesn't need to stick around much longer anyways. As she grew closer, she noticed the fuzzy critter had something in its mouth.

The rabbit hops forward, stretching its upper half to her. Offering what was caught in its teeth.

When she took it, she examined it in her hands. “A ticket?” she questioned aloud as she flipped it front to back. Some form of ticket to attend a carnival or a circus. Whatever this event was, according to the details it will be taking place tonight in the forest. As random as it was, it piqued her interest. Cupid Cookie shrugged her shoulders and put the ticket in the pocket of her dress. “Why the eff not?” Then she looked down at the rabbit-or where the rabbit used to be. Seems like it had already hopped off in seconds. “Weird rabbit.”

“Hey Silverbell Cookie dear?” Cupid Cookie called out sweetly. “I just reached my quota for today and I'm rather thirsty.”

The fairy looked over at Cupid Cookie, finishing sharpening his arrows. “I could bring you some soda water and stock your house with some, Miss Cupid Cookie.”

“Oh no no. Not that.” Cupid Cookie tries to figure out how she could appropriately ask for something like berry juice without making this fairy clutch their sugary pearls. “You.. you wouldn’t happen to have something much uhm tangier, would you? Maybe those well known drinks from the Hollyberry Kingdom?” 

Silverbell Cookie eyes lit up. “Oh! You mean those kinds of drinks. Sorry Miss Cupid Cookie, but we do not. They’re rather unhealthy and not safe to consume here. It’s been like that since the Elder Fairy Cookie was still alive.”

Cupid Cookie’s eye twitched but her fake smile never faltered. “I-I see.”

“I do apologize-”

“No no no! You’re fine! It’s understandable, really! I’ll be fine.” She lies. “I don’t mind the soda water.”

Cupid Cookie was now in her room, hands gripping at the skirt of her dress tight to the point of nearly ripping the fabric. Her wings are fluttering and twitching violently. That dreaded feeling of longing is coming back again, and she only had soda water to numb it.

No.

It wasn’t enough.

She needed her sweet beverage.

Chug it down her throat until it was submerged into the forgotten depths and she can sleep peacefully.

She’s recalling the couples she paired together, remembering how they held hands, looked at each other with so much love, making each other laugh, all the love being displayed before her eyes and she could only watch with a stupid smile on her face.

It hurts so much.

Her eyes start burning and well up with tears that want to spill down her cheeks.

Bzzt! Bzzt!

Her phone vibrating made her jump and start looking for it. On her nightstand, it's Neapolitan Cookie calling. She wiped her eyes with the palms of her hands, took a deep breath before answering. “Heya!”

“There you are! I was calling you for a bit and you weren’t answering!”

“Yeah, I was working. Sorry about that.”

“You’re working on your second day being there? You didn’t get, like, a little look around the Kingdom or anything?”

“No. I slept the whole day yesterday and I just,” Cupid Cookie pauses for a bit. “Just wanted to get the whole matchmaking stuff out of the way first.”

“Ah. I see, I see.”

“Uhm, h-how are things back at Parfaedia?”

“Well, I just restocked my fridge because nearly all of the food had expired and Misfit Cookie didn’t tell me that our food had rotted. And some delinquents were goofing around off-limit spaces doing illegal magic practices, summoned some monsters and had to handle that.”

“Sounds fun.” Cupid Cookie snickers.

“A blast actually. Can’t you tell by the overwhelming excitement in my voice?” Neapolitan Cookie sighs over the fun. “But it’s not as compared to the fun you’ve been having at least.”

Cupid Cookie’s smile fades as she goes silent. “Uhm..y-yeah.”

“Is everything alright?”

Cupid Cookie bit the inside of her cheek. “Y-yeah sorry uhm..yeah I’m fine. Just kinda tired, you know. Also found out that the Faerie Kingdom doesn’t have anything like berry juice here.”

“I don’t know if that’s supposed to be a bad thing?”

“What if I’m in the mood for something tangy and sweet other than just soda water? This cookie, Silverbell Cookie, said the kingdom ruled it out for safety and health reasons that was in place by their dead king.”

“What? Their king’s dead? So who’s in charge then? Wouldn’t they have changed that rule? I mean, if they wanted to.”

“They don’t have a king right now. They said they haven’t had one for a while.”

“Really? Didn’t know about that.”

“Well, what really do we know about Beast-Yeast and the Faerie Kingdom other than limited information? Like-oh shit!” Cupid Cookie reached into her pocket to pull out the ticket that was surprisingly not crumpled. “Oh my swan, I need to go. There’s something going on in the forest and it’s gonna be starting in like an hour.”

“Oh okay. What kind of event?”

“I don’t know. It looks like a circus act thing.”

“The.. there’s a circus at Beast-Yeast?”

“I don’t know, but it’s like the one interesting thing taking place here and I wanna check it out. If I can, I can take pictures or record it to share with you.” Cupid Cookie says as she gets up from her bed and laces up her shoes.

Neapolitan Cookie stuttered on the other end of the phone.

“What was that?”

“I said, you should probably get there early and follow that little white rabbit waiting for you outside.”

Cupid Cookie pulled her phone away quickly, staring at her small device with confusion and double checking to make sure this was still Neapolitan Cookie on the other end of the line. She went outside her door and there was a rabbit just sitting there, turning its head in Cupid Cookie’s direction.

“Girl how did you-”

Beep.

Call ended.

And no service.

Cupid Cookie was a little unnerved. She looks at her phone before looking at the rabbit that was waiting patiently for her to follow. She patted her hips to make sure the pistols were still on her body. As long as she had her weapons, everything would be fine. And with that, she flies after the rabbit.

Meanwhile in Parfaedia, Neapolitan Cookie tried ringing Cupid Cookie again. Once more, sent to voicemail. “How the-” She starts getting frustrated, sending her texts after texts but no response. Not even an indicator that she read them. Neapolitan Cookie just put her phone down and resumed doing the dishes.

“Just hope you’ll be okay, Cupid.” She muttered to herself. “I got a weird feeling in my gut, but I want to believe that you’ll be okay.”

The moonlight shines beautifully in the forest of Beast-Yeast, illuminating the path the rabbit took further with the cookie flying behind it. Wherever they were going, it took her further away from the Kingdom and that was making her slightly uneasy.

Occasionally, she checks her phone. Still no signal.

At this point, it should just be expected that the service here is shotty when it wants to be and just gives up. She stuffed the device away and crossed her arms over her chest.

“That was weird though.” She thinks to herself. “How would she have known about this rabbit? She didn’t even know there would be a circus here and yet. Ugh. This is just weird.” She grips her arm tighter.

But then she stopped mid-flight.

Is that music she hears? An accordion of sorts?

They must be getting pretty close to

To whatever it was.

And the area looked way too grandeur for some form of circus act. It was protected by two rabbits wearing little clown outfits standing on their hind legs. Guess the cookie who put this all together really like rabbits or something.

When Cupid Cookie flew closer, one of them held its paw out wordlessly. She looks at the furry creature confused. “Uhm. Y-yeah? What do you want?”

No response. It sticks its paw out further.

“I don’t understand, lil guy I-”

THUMP! It stomps its foot angrily.

“I don’t know what you want from me!” Cupid Cookie yells at it, getting annoyed.

Then the overhead speaker blares out with a rather obnoxious voice. “Welcome all to my Wonderful Theatrical Performance, little Cookies! We will begin the show in 5 minutes! Please present your tickets to the adorably charming little bunnies at the entrance! I repeat, present your tickets to the little bunnies at the entrance!” Then it shuts off to be replaced with music.

Cupid Cookie slowly reached into her pockets, and when she felt it, pulled out the ticket and handed it over to the rabbit.

It takes it from her gloved hand and allows her access, pointing at the front of the stage.

“Okay?” She flies down the aisle. Looking left and right, the audience were all puppet cookies just looking ahead. Their button eyes and stitched smiles gave her a sense of unease. “This is kinda weird.” She speaks under her breath as she picks up the pace. Her eyes glance over the center stage. It was regal with an oddly carnival-like touch to it. Props used for plays that were done just like in fairy-tale books.

She flies to the front in the center of the aisle. There was a seat with her name under Reserved, a rose on the cushion and…a glass bottle of Redberry Juice. Cupid Cookie’s eyes widened as she snatched the bottle up and sat down, squishing the rose underneath. Crossing her legs, she pops the cork out and takes a swig. A satisfied exhale leaves her as the sweet taste goes down her throat smoothly.

Then the music stops as the lights surrounding the seats dim.

Drumroll!

Spotlights circle the closed blue curtains and that voice from the speakers out again. “And now, esteemed audience, put your little hands together for your one and only,” a puff of smoke added with some confetti expelled from the wooden center stage. A figure is seen, a cookie of the sorts but they appeared to be rather tall for an ordinary cookie. When it clears, that was when she could clearly see him.

Shadow Milk Cookie.

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Give A Second Chance to Cupid - Ep. 1

A/N: Hello, this is my (kinda) first Cookie Run: Kingdom fic that I have written. I will note that I didn't have a beta reader for this and I proofread the stories myself. These are also pretty lengthy and some characters may be OOC to fit with my headcanons or the narrative.

Characters: Cupid Cookie (OC), Neapolitan Cookie (OC), Peanut Butter Cookie (OC)

Warnings: Alcoholism

Episode 2: Here!

“I really had a great time getting to know you better!”

“Yeah, me too! And I can’t believe I got to meet someone who is just like me but better!”

“Yeah, same here! And it’s all thanks to Cupid Cookie!”

“Right. Thank you so much, Cupid Cookie!”

Two Cookies shout in harmony as they praise into the sky with joy, expressing their gratitude to the cherub Cookie that was witnessing the date from a distance. She flashed a smile as she checked off the last box on her small notepad. Today’s quota has been met and she can go home, kick back and rest. Feel the pride and joy of pairing two soulmates together for a happy fairy tale ending!

Or so common Cookies believe.

For Cupid Cookie, she was masking her happiness as she played matchmaker. But when she was alone, she chugged a glass or two of berry juice to numb that aching feeling called longing. This was a side of the Cookie the last crispy treat would see. 

Chipper, Innocent, Hopeless Romantic? Not her.

Cupid Cookie had the worst attitudes and if she wasn’t weighed down by societal expectations, she’d be loud and flaunting it. But that wasn’t allowed, Earthbread wouldn’t be able to handle it. Maybe those worst attitudes stem from something within? Well whatever it is, it’s getting drowned with gulps and gulps of berry juice.

Just keep on chugging until she passes out on the couch.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

“Mmmf?” A groan leaves a very hungover Cupid Cookie who’s mouth feels sickly sweet and sticky, something she’s gotten used to.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

“Urgh! Fuck.. one sec.” She flutters up to her feet and nearly stumbled forwards. A swear leaves her as she flies on over to her door, grabbing and opening it. An annoyed “Whaaaat?” greets the other cookie on the other side of the door.

“Oh! Well someone has been drinking clearly.” A feminine voice responds, calm yet teasing.

Cupid Cookie sniffs before rubbing her tired eyes to see who was here. “Neapolitan Cookie? What are you doing here so early? You can’t see I’m like..clearly dealing with a migraine?”

“Oh then it’s lucky of me to have brought you some soda water to ease that headache then.” Neapolitan Cookie patted her back slung over her shoulder. “Come on, I’ll help you out.”

Cupid Cookie flies over to the side to allow the witch to enter. She flies over to her couch and plops down on the soft cushions, causing her to bounce slightly. Worst mistake because now she feels like vomiting.

“Please don’t throw up on me. It’s gonna look like I killed you or something.” Neapolitan Cookie opened a can of soda water and handed it over from a distance in case the other cookie did throw up berry juice. “And where’s the tabloids for that headache of yours?”

“Bedroom.”

“You sure?” Neapolitan Cookie looked back with a grimace.

“Yes, I’m fucking sure. There’s nothing ‘secretive’ in my bedroom. I’m giving you permission to enter it.” Cupid Cookie went back to slurping on her soda water.

Neapolitan Cookie sighs and shakes her head before entering the nest of Cupid Cookie. A few clothes strewn about here and there but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t withstand. Swiftly grabbing the tabloid bottle placed on the nightstand, Neapolitan Cookie returns, shaking the bottle before opening it. “Take two of them and then more in-”

“Four hours. I know.” Cupid Cookie chucks them into her gullet and swallows them with her drink. “So, what are you doing here? You didn’t even answer me at the door.”

Neapolitan Cookie whipped out her phone. “Been texting you. You didn’t respond. Assumed you were conked out drunk and I was gonna check up on you.”

“Was?”

“Misfit Cookie and I were talking. No offense, but I do gotta prioritize my niece over everything.” Neapolitan Cookie whispered the last part, leaning forward. “You understand, yeah?”

“...”

“But I am here now and that is all that matters.” She waves her hands and conjures a triple scoop ice cream cone. She holds it out to the other cookie. “Want some? The cold will help, I’m sure of it.”

Cupid Cookie reached out, but she hesitated. “Mmm.. this is a prank isn’t it?”

“Take the damn ice cream, Cupid Cookie.” Neapolitan Cookie demanded in a stern voice.

Cupid Cookie snatched it up and gave it a long lick. Oh, it was legit ice cream this time.

“I’m not that cruel. Especially when you’re on your, what, 10th hangover?”

“I’m sure it's more than 10.”

Neapolitan Cookie sighs through her nose. “I’m surprised your jam isn’t just straight up berry juice at this point.”

“You think I could out drink Hollyberry Cookie?” Cupid Cookie asked between licks.

Neapolitan Cookie blows a raspberry. “As if. That Cookie’s tolerance is otherworldly. She could chug two barrels and carry on her day like normal. You’ve seen it, clearly.”

Cupid Cookie shrugged her shoulders, clearly not phased by that statement. It sounded like a challenge if anything. “Anyways, how’s Misfit Cookie been?”

“She’s..doing her best. That’s all I’ll say.” Neapolitan Cookie didn’t sound too convincing and the half smile on her face wasn’t helping her stance.

“...girl talk to me.”

“Ugh okay so,” Neapolitan Cookie shifts in the seat to sit up. “I don’t know what has been going on and what she isn’t telling me. Her grades are slipping bad at school, her professors have been suggesting she do tutoring and offering her a student she could tutor with. For whatever reason, she’s turning it down. And now I’ve been hearing she is skipping school and getting into scuffles with other kids and it's-” She throws her arms up before rubbing her temples. “I don’t know what on Earthbread I’m doing wrong. And it’s frustrating.”

“You guys didn’t talk? I thought you said you did.”

“It was more me talking to her. She’s shutting me out and I don’t know why. How am I supposed to help if they shut me out, but I don’t want to force them to open up to me?” Neapolitan Cookie leaned back, resting her head in her hand. A solemn look adorned her features.

Cupid Cookie finished her ice cream. “You want some berry juice?”

“It’s too early for that.”

“...”

“...one glass.”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Another cookie is at the door. Cupid Cookie gets up to answer, Berry Juice in her hand. “Oh hey Peanut Butter Cookie.” She says, sounding more chipper than earlier.

The other cookie with peanut pigtails looked at Cupid Cookie surprised, until she saw what was in her hand and frowned. “You know it’s not even close to the afternoon, yes?”

“Pshh! Whatever! ‘Sides, me and Neapolitan Cookie were just having one glass. Maybe two. But that’s b’cuz she wasn’t feeling too good, okay?” Cupid Cookie pointed her head in the direction Neapolitan Cookie was.

The older Cookie lazily waved her hand up. “Heya Peanut Butter Cookie. You here to join us?”

Peanut Butter Cookie rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Cupid Cookie, when was the last time you checked your mail?”

“Uhh..last week I think? No, couple weeks ago. Can’t remember.”

“Your mailbox is nearly spilling over!” Peanut Butter Cookie shoved the armful of mail into Cupid Cookie’s arms. “You’re lucky to have me around who gives some micron of care to you!”

“Ugh so? It’s just mail. Everyone gets them.”

“What if it’s something very important or dire that you need to see right away? Or better yet,” Peanut Butter Cookie thinks for a moment. “A secret admirer?”

“Ooooh?” Neapolitan Cookie sits up, adjusting her waffle cone hat. “Secret admirers? Juicy~.”

Cupid Cookie frowns and scoffs. “Oh please. No one is actually into Cupids. Believe me. Why do you think so many of us are single?”

Peanut Butter Cookie shakes her head. “Come on, let's go through all of this mail.” She says as she allowed herself inside Cupid Cookie’s home.

“You wanna glass as we go through these?” Cupid Cookie asked as she closed the door, some of the mail spilling out of her arm. “Oh shit. Dammit.”

“I’m fine. I need to cut back on my juice intake anyways.” Peanut Butter says before sitting down. But she noticed a drool spot on the couch and scrunched her face up in disgust. She put a heart shaped cushion down and sat on top of that instead.

Neapolitan Cookie goes over and sits on the floor on her knees to also go through the mail. “What pile should be what?”

“Spam goes in the shredder. Keep the letters that are from close cookies.” Peanut Butter says in a matter-of-fact tone as she plucks up the letters and looks at the front of the envelope.

The three cookies do this in silence with Cupid Cookie’s occasional groans and Neapolitan Cookie’s hummed laughter. They go through a good amount of the mail with a few envelopes behind.

“What is this?” Cupid Cookie picks up a white envelope. But there was something about it that caught her interest. One of those was the material. It was soft like flower petals compared to the rough paper textures. And there was a sweet but comforting floral/forest scent to it. Her name on the front was written in beautiful cursive and the ink shimmered under the light.

Peanut Butter Cookie and Neapolitan Cookie glance at one another before looking back at the envelope.

“Well,” Peanut Butter Cookie says. “Are you gonna open it?”

Cupid Cookie’s hand glides under the sticky fold of the envelope, trying to open it delicately but there were a few rips and tears. Then she pulled out a small card. “From the Faerie Kingdom?”

Neapolitan Cookie nearly choked and Peanut Butter Cookie’s eyes widened. “You for certain?!”

“The Faerie Kingdom? All the way from Beast-Yeast?!” Neapolitan Cookie yelled in disbelief. “Read more! What does it say?!”

Cupid Cookie looked at the two nervously. This was the most excited she’s ever seen Peanut Butter Cookie get. She reads aloud, “Miss Cupid Cookie. We have heard the praise and applause you have received as your job of finding Cookies their soulmates. The Faerie Kingdom has fallen rather sullen and has been seeking for that happiness, to find their own soulmates. If you wish to take upon this task, respond at your earliest convenience and we will arrange an Air Balloon for your travel to the Faerie Kingdom.”

“Oh my Swan. Cupid Cookie, do you realize what this means?” Peanut Butter Cookie’s voice grows louder with excitement. “The Faerie Kingdom and Beast-Yeast! This-this is truly remarkable! I am almost envious of you!”

Cupid Cookie, however, didn’t share that excitement. An invitation to just work? Play matchmaker? That was something she was supposed to be excited for?

“Why the long face, hun?” Neapolitan Cookie seemed to notice the other cookie’s upset expression. “You aren’t excited for this?”

“I mean,” Cupid Cookie looked at the note again before dismissing it on the table. “New location and in a Kingdom sounds…fun I guess-”

“You MUST respond right away!” Peanut Butter Cookie interjects. “Cupid Cookie, this is a once in lifetime opportunity to take within your crispy hands! Come on! I’ll assist you in writing a proper response to the Kingdom! No ifs ands or buts!” She runs off to rummage through Cupid Cookie’s stationary set up, muttering to herself to find the perfect paper and pen to use.

Cupid Cookie leans over to Neapolitan Cookie. “What even is Beast-Yeast?” She asked in a low voice.

“Beast-Yeast is, well in a more delicate term, rough. The scenery in the texts are remarkable and beautiful. A perfect location for the fairies to have a home and create their kingdom from the ground up.”

“...I’m expecting a but.”

Neapolitan Cookie sighs. “But it’s very dangerous. Hence the rough label. The monsters there are more Cookievorus, larger, and deadlier. If you travel to Beast-Yeast, you must carry a weapon on your body at all times.”

Cupid Cookie looks at her with uncertainty.

“But, you’re making a straight shot to the Kingdom so I doubt it’ll be an issue for you!” Neapolitan Cookie followed up quickly with a smile. A forced smile.

Before more questioning could be done, Peanut Butter Cookie quickly came back and laid out a pink piece of paper with faded heart marks around the border. “Here, take this pen! Now, write down these exact words.” Peanut Butter Cookie spoke with poise and grammatically structured sentences that made Cupid Cookie sound more intelligent and elegant than she actually is. She glances at Neapolitan Cookie as she writes down Peanut Butter Cookie’s words, wanting to say more, say something. But her lips stayed sealed, words locked away inside as her wrist moved the pen.

“This takes me back.” Neapolitan Cookie reminisced, hands clasped together. “Waiting outside by the mail as I waited for my acceptance letter to come in as little dough. I could cry just remembering it.”

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself.” Cupid Cookie says through her teeth, huddled in her jacket for warmth. “It’s so cold in the morning! Why couldn’t we have just waited INSIDE?! Look out the Swan-damned window for the Mail Blueberry Bird.”

“Because it shows eagerness.” Peanut Butter Cookie retorts, hands on her hips. “It shows that you’re eager and willing for this trip! And maybe that will arrange for a Hot Air Balloon to be prepped for you at the earliest hour!”

“You know in a technical sense you could boil this down to a business trip, yeah?” Cupid Cookie blandly responds. “I’m just freezing out here!”

“The season has been chilly for a while. Why are you wearing a nightgown during winter?” Neapolitan Cookie asked with concern, gesturing at Cupid Cookie’s bare legs.

“Swan forbid a cookie wants to be appealing to feel better about herself!”

“Cupid Cookie, no one is gonna see you in your nightgown when the entire Kingdom is asleep.” Neapolitan Cookie spoke in an empty, unamused tone.

Cupid Cookie huffs, turning her gaze from Neapolitan Cookie with a pout.

“Oh good morning ladies.” A voice as gentle as the breeze in the grass grabbed the attention of the three cookies. It was Herb Cookie pulling a wooden crate of potted plants, herbs, and succulents in his wooden cart. “Quite surprising to see you all out so early.” He smiles at them.

Neapolitan Cookie gave a wave. “Good morning, Herb Cookie. The same could be said for you. When did you start taking your plants on the road, hun?”

“Ah. For quite some time. I do enjoy being in my little shop but maybe taking the flowers around would raise the chance they’d find a home.” Herb Cookie says with a smile. “Which speaking of, would you be interested in a little ferny friend?” He turns to his wagon filled with potted plants, gently picking a succulent up and holding it out.

Neapolitan Cookie nearly melted on the spot as she took the plant off his hands, carrying it delicately as if it were made of glass. “Of course, sweetheart! Oh! May I take another for my niece? I’d think she would love a cactus.”

“If you don’t mind me asking how come you three are up and outside so early again?”

“Waiting for mail.” Cupid Cookie answered, sinking further into her jacket. “Peanut Butter Cookie’s demand and I had no say in it.”

Peanut Butter Cookie glared at Cupid Cookie. “Don’t word it like that! It was to show eagerness!”

Herb Cookie smiled nervously. “O-oh. I see. But I believe the mail blueberry birds would see your eagerness regardless.”

Cupid Cookie leans forward to stare wide-eyed at the other Cookie, glancing at Herb Cookie then back to Peanut Butter Cookie.

“Let us not take up your time, Herb Cookie.” Neapolitan Cookie says, smiling. “You go on about your business, now. Thank you for the new plants! They’ll definitely liven up my home.”

He smiled, a small blush growing on his face. “Of course. Good luck on receiving your mail, Cupid Cookie.”

Cupid Cookie flashed a small smile at him as he picked up the handle of his wagon and trails it behind him down the path.

“I’m getting hungry.” Cupid Cookie groans. “I should have warmed up some croissants beforehand.”

“We’ll eat when the mail gets here.” Peanut Butter Cookie says in a stern voice, head on a swivel as she looks around and keeps an ear out.

“What if the mail doesn’t get here today? You still gonna keep us out and starve us to death?”

“Peanut Butter Cookie let her go get something to eat. It’s going to be fine.” Neapolitan Cookie says.

“Ugh. Hurry up-”

Cupid Cookie didn’t let her finish as she scrambled up to her feet to get inside her house. And she leaves the other ladies behind.

“She didn’t look too excited about this trip by the way.” Neapolitan Cookie says as she admires the leaves on her plant.

“What?!” Peanut Butter Cookie clutched her pearls, looking at her astonished and almost offended. “How could she not be excited?! She won’t be going to a Kingdom, but she’ll be exploring new areas!”

“Maybe. But its in Beast-Yeast.” Neapolitan Cookie looked at Peanut Butter Cookie, face ridden with concern. “How many cookies do you know have gone to Beast-Yeast and returned?”

Peanut Butter Cookie opened her mouth and lifted a finger. However, no words escaped. She crossed her arms, bringing a hand up to her chin as she thought. “Well..most certainly a few have come back from-”

“Can you name them?”

“I-Of course I can’t name them! I don’t know every Cookie in this Kingdom! And you’re just limiting it to the Kingdom! Not Parfaedia? The Hollyberry Kingdom? The Dark Cacao Kingdom?”

“Okay. Name me the cookies from those locations that have left for Beast-Yeast and came back. Quickly.” Neapolitan Cookie crossed her arms and her legs, patiently waiting for Peanut Butter Cookie to give her an answer. But there was only silence. “Anything could happen out there, even if she were armed with a weapon. And I think that idea alone is what takes away the excitement.”

Peanut Butter Cookie looked down, understanding the revelation and guilt started brewing up within. “And I pressured her into doing this. What was I thinking? I need to go in there and apologize-”

“Mail for Cupid Cookie! Tweet tweet!”

Cupid Cookie came back outside with a warm buttery croissant in her hand. “Yeah? That’s me.” She walked down her hard candy stairs to retrieve her mail, missing the concerned eye contact Peanut Butter Cookie and Neapolitan Cookie were making with each other.

“Tweet! Enjoy your day, miss! Tweet!” The Blueberry Bird doffed its little cap before taking flight.

Peanut Butter Cookie cleared her throat as she approached Cupid Cookie. “S-so, Cupid Cookie dear, remember when-”

“It’s the Faerie Kingdom…Oh shit!” Cupid Cookie yelled out.

“Wh-what?!”

“I need to pack that’s what! They have an Air Balloon ready for me!” Cupid Cookie dropped her croissant and ran between the two to re-enter her house.

Neapolitan Cookie went white and Peanut Butter Cookie felt queasy. The two of them follow Cupid Cookie inside quickly.

“Your stay will be no longer than two weeks and a spare house has been curated and cleaned out for your temporary stay.” Neapolitan Cookie reads out the letter as the three of them walk over to the stationed Air Balloons. “We are grateful to see your eagerness to come to our Kingdom and assist the Faerie Cookies. We can not wait for your visit.”

Peanut Butter Cookie bit the inside of her cheek. “C-Cupid Cookie, do you remember when I said you should take up this trip-”

“Yeah. And don’t worry, I have my pistols and bullets on me. Can’t promise I’ll whip them out quickly if I’m getting jumped but.” Cupid Cookie just shrugged.

“Well not just that but something more along the lines of, eagerness and taking this trip. Do you remember that?”

Cupid Cookie nodded her head, frowning. “Yeah, I do. I know you’re gonna just push me more into going through with this trip. But I am, aren't I?” She picks up the pace until she starts flapping her little wings to take flight. “I see my air balloon.”

Neapolitan Cookie reached out for her. “Wait! Cupid Cookie, hold on.” She picked up her skirt to run after the cookie and when she caught up, she grabbed her hand. “Hold on, one second.”

Cupid Cookie whipped her head around and furrowed her brows. “I don’t wanna miss my flight.”

“You’re not going to miss it.” Neapolitan Cookie then turned her head towards Peanut Butter Cookie. “Right?”

Peanut Butter Cookie nodded her head. “Yes, that’s right.” She approached the two, fiddling with her hands nervously. “Cupid Cookie, listen to me. All of those things from last night, I’m sorry about it. All of it.”

Cupid Cookie was perplexed. She quirked an eyebrow and tilts her head. “What?”

Peanut Butter Cookie lets out a shaky huff. “I was-listen-My eagerness had come out that night when I saw you had received that letter. I have heard of the legends of the Faerie Kingdom, but its location was unknown. But what I had not considered is its location and just how deadly Beast-Yeast is.” 

Cupid Cookie stops flying and slowly descends to her feet. “So what do you suggest I do?”

Peanut Butter Cookie stammered.

Cupid Cookie crossed her arms. “Like, do you want me to stay here? I don’t understand what you’re telling me.”

“Air Balloons will be taking off in 5 minutes!”

Cupid Cookie looked at the Pilot that would be flying her to her destination before looking back at her friends. She doesn’t move an inch until she gets a response from either one of them. Her eyes widened as she shrugged her shoulders. “Well? What do you want me to do?”

Peanut Butter Cookie was clammed up, lips tight even though words were building in her throat. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to say anything. Even if she should. She was the one who pushed Cupid Cookie to do this because of her own selfish desires. But even so, she was silent.

“Cupid Cookie,” Neapolitan Cookie breaks the silence. “You should continue with the trip.”

“What?”

“Huh?”

Neapolitan Cookie placed her hands on Cupid Cookie’s shoulders. “Beast-Yeast is dangerous, yes. However, we have all been through tough shit together. Weapons or no weapons. And you won’t be alone on this trip either. On top of that, I think seeing new sights would be refreshing for you. Maybe it’s something that you need, too.”

Cupid Cookie relaxed her posture as Neapolitan Cookie spoke to her in a calm and gentle manner. Although internally, she believes this is how she has spoken to Misfit Cookie who was like, what, fifteen years old? But even so, it made her less annoyed. “Yeah.” She nodded her head. “Yeah, you’re right.” She gives the older witch cookie a small smile.

Peanut Butter Cookie watched Neapolitan Cookie gently speak to Cupid Cookie. The sudden pressure on her shoulders lifted and a breath escaped her. Even so, a bit of guilt was still present. “I-I,” She speaks up but her throat would tighten from the nerves and cause her to choke on her words. “I am..so sorry-”

“It’s fine.” Cupid Cookie interrupted. “If anything, you were probably trying to help out. In your own way.”

“Shit,” Neapolitan Cookie looked at the Clock Tower looming over the station. “You need to get on board like now!”

Cupid Cookie went bug-eyed before snatching up her bags and taking flight, breezing to the Air Balloon. However, she flew back to tightly hug her friends. The force almost caused the three of them to fall back onto the ground. “Thank you for this! I’ll call when I land!”

Peanut Butter Cookie and Neapolitan Cookie hugged her tightly. “Okay! Now hurry!” Peanut Butter Cookie snapped. “Go go!”

Cupid Cookie rested her elbows on the basket, admiring how small the areas looked from how high she was in the sky. Her pink hair slightly sways in the wind, and the sun was lowering to late afternoon. She starts to think back to what Neapolitan Cookie said to her. That ”this trip would be refreshing” and she “needed this”. She probably thinks it’s referencing her atrocious drinking problems, but Neapolitan Cookie doesn’t even know where it stemmed from. Neither does Peanut Butter Cookie. No one knows. And if she were to tell them, would they even GET IT?

That aching feeling of loneliness?

The painful longing?

The burning jealousy?

That can’t be escaped because it’s in your jam, your dough, your nature, to be a romantic assistant to make Cookies find their other half and spread love.

More than anything, Neapolitan Cookie and Peanut Butter Cookie have found their better halves, yet she had no one.

“Fuck.” She muttered under her breath, pinching the spot between her eyes. Those negative feelings were coming back. 

She needs a drink.

Maybe the Faerie Kingdom would have something strong enough for her when she arrives.

“We’ll be approaching more chillier locations, miss!” The Pilot called out to her. “Might be wise to bundle up and stay warm!”

“...sure. Thanks for the heads up.” Cupid Cookie responded. But she doesn’t budge.

If not the berry juice numbing the pain away, near freezing to death would.

[nxvellus]

"I Hate You."

Inspired by @blissfullyunawares prompt.

Characters: Suzy Rowley (OC)/Xarrak Drenex (OC)

Warnings: Kismesis Relationship

"I hate you."

"Why can't you say it like you mean it?"

Suzy felt flushed and her head reeling, rubbing her temples as she stormed out of the warm building to feel the contrast of cool air on her skin. But that doesn’t chill the heat she feels around her forehead and temples. Following her out, face full of disbelief, was Xarrak. He looked around before spotting her speed walking down the sidewalk and he picked up the pace to chase after her.

“What the fuck is your problem?! What was THAT all about in there?!” He shouted at her, arm violently thrusting towards the direction of where they were both previously at. “You can’t just say all of that shit and not think I would sit there and take it!”

“Of course I didn’t!” Suzy yells back, but she doesn't stop her feet from moving forward. “But Christ, Xarrak! That wasn’t necessary! That crossed a line and I just-”

“Made me look like the biggest joke between a bunch of bigwigs on Alternia! You just ruined any potential I had with those trolls, Suzy! Do you not get that?!”

“So that makes it better to say that horrendous shit to me?! You think you’re much better by doing that?!”

“I don’t think I’m better, I know I’m better! Now walk your ass back here and apologize to me!”

She scoffs and continues walking further away.

Xarrak continues yelling her name and demanding she come back. Then she pressed the sides of his head and closed his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth.

Suzy suddenly lost the control of her legs and was immediately turned around to walk towards Xarrak. Once she was close enough, she regained control of her body and started shaking with rage. “What the fuck did Zovian ever see in you?! All night and..n-night, you’ve been nothing but a jackass to me and everyone in our group!”

Xarrak crossed his arms over his chest. “What the fuck did Zovian ever see in you?! You’re annoying and constantly getting into trouble because you just can’t seem to mind your own and stay out of places you don’t belong in! Can’t do this because fucking Suzy’s dumbass got herself in some trouble again!”

“I HATE YOU!” Suzy screeches at him.

Xarrak’s annoyed expression drops slowly and he’s left awestruck by her outburst. His arms felt like gelatin and his pump biscuit nearly leapt out his throat.

“You got nothing to say now?” Suzy questioned him, snapping him out of his trance.

“You mean that?” He asked.

She was confused. “What? What are you talking about?”

Xarrak rolled his eyes. “You can’t be that fucking stupid.”

Suzy’s frustration returned and she grit her teeth. “You fucking-ugh, I just-I hate you. So much.”

“Then why don’t you say it like you mean it?” He says with a grin, now stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Go on.”

Her face felt hotter now. Whether that be due to her boiling over anger or the fact that she was blushing. Telling a troll that you hated them was on the same border of confessing your romantic feelings to your admirer. Of course she knew that but the first time she yelled it, and the second time, was in the heat of the moment. Yet now, with more awareness and less rage, she pressed her lips together before once more saying. “I hate you. I hate you, Xarrak.”

“Hate you too, Suzy.” He responded softly before leaning in to catch her lips and kiss her.

Suzy grabbed his shoulders tightly, keeping him close before pulling away. “You’re the worst.”

[nxvellus]

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