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[murder-cookie-dust393]

Now, I would know better than anyone how a pianist works, so NO ONE can say I'm wrong. If you don't understand the following terms and concepts, that's fine because it's only there for detail and not the main events.

Birthday/Holiday fic of my latest obsession Crème brûlée

Ignored Duet

Synopsis: MC is a pianist on a train with a bunch of musician friends to go have a grand performance the day before the holidays. Yet MC shares a one-sided rivalry with Crème brûlée. But Crème brûlée doesn't like this rivalry, at all.

Words: 2.7K (rounded)

Tw: murder, poisoning, breaking into people's rooms, delusions, non-explicit violence, beheading, blood, Poison Mushroom is a hallucinogen dealer

You sighed and sat down on a chair in your suite. You were tired from settling down in your suite, after having to haul your luggage to the very back of the train. You really did love the interior of the train though, it was luxury. Even better, all your musician friends were on the train too! All of you headed towards the same destination for a big performance.

As a skilled pianist yourself, you were excited to have a special recital the Eve before the Christmas holiday. People were going to be cheering and complimenting you, it always boosted your mood. It made you feel worthy about yourself.

But of course, there was always someone who ruined everything. Someone who always stole the spotlight; someone who ruined your mood and self-esteem more than anyone else. That someone being none other than Crème brûlée cookie.

He was always the star of the show whenever he arrived. With his blank demeanour and introverted personality, he somehow, somehow got the admiring of others. What irked you the most was you yourself knew how perfect he got his technique to be. Every single articulation and note. You hated how he held the rigid, textbook-like principles to heart rather than the emotion itself.

You've eyed his sheet music before, dotted with neat handwriting and circles to perfection. It was as if his entire being was laughing at you for how perfect he could become at playing an instrument of keys.

Ever since you were young, you were praised for how emotional and artistic you could play. How dramatic the motions of your hands and tone were. How you could make people cry from the pure essence you carried.

But ever since you debuted, those compliments have grown fewer in numbers. Precisely because those praises were directed towards Crème brûlée. You knew the importance of technique and the technical parts of playing, but he was completely expressionless during his performances. He didn't shift himself to the sound of the melodies and harmonies, no, he didn't even move his hand like a feather to express lightheartedness. He was utterly rocky with his playing. Hardly any room for beauty.

And yet the people and the judges loved him for it. You hated him.

You sighed as you grabbed the blanket you brought along for the trip, snuggling underneath it. Your body absorbs all the warmth produced by the blanket.

For now, you aren't going to give a single fuck about this bastard.

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Crème brûlée silently entered your suite, his eyes holding a look of swirling obsession. He approached the place where you lay, sleeping. He smiles and watches you, occasionally adjusting the blanket seated upon your body. You were more eye-catching to him than the girl with flaxen hair sir Claude composed dearly for.

But there was one thing he hated undeniably about you. It was the fact you mistook his obvious efforts. He wasn't trying to one-up you, no, he was trying to get close to you as much as possible. He didn't want to be enemies, he wanted to be the one glued to your side forever and ever. He craved the life his colleague Mint Choco had. A comfortable life with his other piece. Yet that damned one-sided rivalry you had for him divided him away from you.

He's tired of it. He's sick of it. He wants to yell at you, scream at you, rage at you that he's so sick of being seen as a villain. He knows better than to do that, of course. He simply needs to be more direct with his love it seems.

He leans in and pecks your cheek with the lightest of touches, his arms loosely resting on top of your body. His eyes lock onto your face for a solid moment before he stands up, taking out the note he had written for you. It was dotted with hearts and bunny stickers. Perhaps a bit childish for someone as sophisticated as he was, but he still thought it was cute.

He then left the suite with a little smile on his face, silently walking down the train hall with excitement bouncing within his mind. Fortunately, no one saw him, and no one noticed a single thing out of place.

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You wake up after falling in and out of sleep for the last hour. You don't feel like getting out of bed, it's too comfy. But it's also boring just laying here, as you can't fall asleep anymore. You decide to grab the book you brought along with you. You sit up, reaching for the book titled, "How to Sell Poison Shroomies", until you see a note.

The note is dotted with hearts and bunny stickers, all the cutesy stuff you could imagine. But the contents of the note were odd. It was a treble clef, with some letters below it. In between the letters were a few blank spaces, and above those blank spaces were notes. It was very similar to the note-naming practice sheets you had to do as a kid.

Without decoding it, you tried to see what it said.

_ _ R L I N _ ! I T R _ _ L L Y T I R _ S M _ TO H _ V _ Y O U

I _ N O R _ M _ L I K _ T H I S. I W _ N T T O _ _ Y O U R O N _

_ N _ O N L Y L O V _ R!

You answered each blank, coordinating the note to its letter name. After decoding it, you read the message again.

DARLING! IT REALLY TIRES ME TO HAVE YOU IGNORE ME LIKE THIS. I WANT TO BE YOUR ONE AND ONLY LOVER!

You grimace, disgusted. A creep entered your suite and you don't even know who it is. What's worse is: that most of the cookies on this train were musicians of some sort. There was; Parfair, Black Lemonade, Mint Choco, Macaron, Carol, Rockstar, and that disgusting degenerate, Crème brûlée.

You sigh. Your life couldn't have gotten any more annoying.

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Crème brûlée was excited as he went to the dining car for food. Even if he didn't change his avid poker face, he was still bouncing around inside. He decided to sit himself at the table next to yours, making sure to look nice and tidy. He can't be ruining himself after all! He needs to be perfect!

When he glanced himself over at you though, he felt a little discouraged. You look annoyed like something went completely wrong. He was a bit worried. Did someone make you feel bad about yourself?

He then spoke with a calm tone, "MC? What's wrong? You look a little out of it." He unmasked the poker face and made a little frown. He was trying his best to express his worry.

"Nothing. I just hit my leg earlier."

Your response was so harsh, so cold. He felt his heart drop and maybe break a little. Did you not see his note? He hoped you would finally change, but it seems you haven't! The horror! He turned back to his food, staring at it.

Was it the cutesy bunny stickers? Was it too much? He thought you wouldn't mind his little effort in trying to make it look nice. Unless...No, you possibly couldn't have, right?

He glanced over at Parfait and noticed the bunny charm in her hair. No, no, no! You must have mistaken his note as Parfait's! The gears in his mind whirl as he tries to think of another plan.

What if he gets rid of the possibility? If he gets rid of Parfait, then naturally you would think the bunny stickers were from him, right? It's just the process of elimination.

He smiles as he cooks up a way to terminate Parfait from your life. Permanently.

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In the evening, everybody was having a little card party. A feisty round of Uno, with everybody screaming at each other in rage. A true act of comedy. That was until a blood-curdling scream came from Rockstar, who was on the way to grab something from Parfait.

"P-Parfait's been killed to crumbs!" Rockstar shouted as he pointed to the suite. Which was covered everywhere in blood, and her head rolled off to a corner of the room. A scene one too many levels gory.

Within moments cookies are surrounding Parfait's suite; disgusted, horrified, saddened, and all sorts of negative emotions. Even Crème brûlée looked scared. They all look at each other, trying to suspect a culprit. No one stood too close to each other, not even Carol, who was one of the nicest cookies ever.

Until you notice something odd about the crime scene. You notice the bunny charm that Parfait had worn in her hair earlier that day. It stared back at you, its cute smile plastered on its face. Surrounding the charm was a blood stain shaped into a heart.

Your heart freezes.

That bunny. That fucking bunny sticker on that note this morning.

The killer was awake and was prowling for you.

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You couldn't sleep. You didn't know what to do. On one hand, you wanted to tell the others about your discovery, but the killer might come for you faster than before. Your only option was to wait it out until you arrived at your destination, playing a horrid game of survival. The biggest thing is that you need to find out who the killer is.

You take the note off the table, staring at it. You observe every line and curve of the sender's handwriting. It was neat, but messy on a few edges. You started to eliminate cookies in your head that you didn't think matched the handwriting. It couldn't be Carol or Macaron for sure, they had pretty and consistent writing.

Your only suspects remaining were Black Lemonade, Mint Choco, Rockstar, and Crème brûlée. You've seen Rockstar's handwriting before. It was god awful, literally a bunch of scribbles and lightning bolts. So it couldn't be him. Mint Choco wrote in cursive only, so you doubted it was him either.

You were left with two cookies now: Black Lemonade and Crème brûlée. You've seen Crème brûlée's handwriting before, on his sheet music. It was never consistent. Sometimes it was fabulous print and other times looked like a hurried cursive. But he was your enemy, and he would never spend time writing a cutesy love note. Although...you did remember hearing him get accused of murder last year's Christmas.

You don't think it's him. He's too much of a cocky bastard to care about such things. Then it could only mean...Black Lemonade.

It would make sense, considering they were at Summer Soda Fest together. Black Lemonade might of had a bad interaction with Parfait. But you need someone who was there to tell you if they knew anything about the event. Aha! Rockstar. He would know any tension between the two guitarists.

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The next day, you discreetly knock on Rockstar's suite door. He opens the sliding door a minute later, managing to smile during these grim times. After seating yourself on a seat, you hold out the note to him, showing the offsetting love note you got.

"So yesterday morning, I got this note from someone. Do you see the bunny stickers? Well, Parfait had a bunny charm in her hair yesterday." You explain, emphasizing the shiny bunny stickers that were dotted all over the paper.

"Yeah, I noticed the bunny charm at the body last night. Do you have a suspect?" He answers, sipping on a can of soda.

"I do. But I don't know for sure yet. Was there any tension between Black Lemonade and Parfait?"

He hums for a moment, thinking. It takes a few seconds before he shakes his head, "Nah, not that I can remember. I don't think interacted a lot in the first place."

You freeze for a second. You stare at him before quiet mumbling, "No? Then that can only mean...No it can't be, I-" You blink, wondering if you should tell him, "Could it be Crème brûlée?"

He glances at the note again before shifting his eyes back to you. "I don't know him that well, but I doubt it. He's kind of...isolated. Plus, he never seemed malicious to Parfait."

"Then who could it be..." You grab onto the door handle, slowly opening it. "Well, thanks for helping. I need to find the killer soon."

As you leave his suite and head back to yours, your own intuition feels like something is off. The suspects and the handwriting weren't adding up right. Could it be someone not even a part of the passengers? That's a whole new gate of hell that you didn't want to enter quite just yet. You open the door and lay down on your makeshift bed. Letting the paper flutter to the ground.

You stared up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to suck out details from past interactions and your own knowledge. That is until you hear a creak. You look beneath your bed out of curiosity and see nothing. It was probably a squeak from the train.

"Do you like ignoring me?"

The voice made you flinch, you flip your head to see Crème brûlée standing there with a frown. How did he get in here? You had your door locked due to protocols.

"Crème brûlée? How did you get in here?"

"Stop ignoring me. I hate it." His voice is sharp, cutting through your question. He approaches you, picking up the note off the floor. He shoves it in front of your face. "I wrote this. Not Parfait, not Black Lemonade, not Mint Choco, not anyone but me."

Your body feels like it's encased in cement. You couldn't move as you stared at him with widened eyes. "You...killed Parfait?" Terror pounds through your veins. You back away from him, your back hitting against the wall. "Wha- Why would you do such a thing?" This was working out a lot worse than you had thought it would be.

"Because, you mistook my precious, my sweet and thoughtful note as Parfait's!" He suddenly exclaimed, a look of madness bouncing around his expression. "You were supposed to be loving me! I originally planned for us to nerd out on Brahms literature, but instead here you are trying to play detective for a worthless crime case."

For a period you couldn't respond, speechless from his words. What kind of delusional narcissist was he? Did he really believe you'll instantly fall in love with him after you realize the note was from him? Of course the fuck not! In a state of anger, you pounce on him. Hitting his face and shoulders as much as you could. But instead of pain or hurt, his face depicted laughter.

"Darling, darling, your hits won't work on me. My dough is a lot stiffer than you would think." He pushed you off of him, and before you could regain your footing he was hugging you tight, smiling. "No need to care now, they're all going to be dead soon."

In a state of rage and grief, you scream at him, "What do you mean them? Who? You heartless monster!" You struggle in his grasp, trying to wriggle away. He was right, he seemed to be much stronger than he looked.

"Oh, just a few poison shrooms in breakfast. A little kid told me to take some when I was rambling about my jealousy the other day." He caressed the hair on your head. This was the longest you've ever seen him smiling. "Don't worry, I calculated which plate would go to your suite so you aren't poisoned.

You've lost the energy to fight anymore. Your friends were all going to vanish soon. And you had no way to help them. On a train, in the stupid snow of the middle of nowhere. It was as if your own luck was laughing at you. The performance you were so excited about was just a mere side note.

"How could you? How fucking could you?" You mumble, feeling too drained to scream and shout at him. You didn't want to even look at this wretched murderer.

"Shh...I know you were so excited about the performance, I know. We can have our own little recital in the banquet car. Just you and me. I even brought a few duet books for us to sight read too." He giggled, kissing your cheek. "You know, bonding time."

You slumped down onto his shoulder, exhausted. Dead inside. What a merry holiday it was.

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We're not gonna talk about the child with the mental capacity of a 9 year old driving the fucking train (Yes it's Poison Mushroom)

Dude writing this was literally digging a plot hole, and filling it. And repeat that 10 times. Anyway, hope you enjoyed!

I have to wait 2 more hours before my birthday presents- shit fuck.

- Celina

[djljpanda]

Same anon from https://www.tumblr.com/djljpanda/729765849772228608/hi-just-discovered-your-tumblr-and-thought-id-say

May I be snow anon plz? Also...can't help but imagine one funny senario with all cookies, you can involve beasts or not if you want:

Imagine if y/n was naive and innocent and can get easily distracted....like two cookies could be duking it out for their attention only to discover y/n got distracted and was now watching a butterfly on a flower...like if the cookies took their eyes off y/n for too long or something, y/n wanders off lmao! Also can imagine y/n being confused why cookies are fighting eachother, not realizing it's for their attention.

Bonus if you want...if you want a playful naive fighter y/n senario too: imagine if y/n sees two cookies fighting, thinks they are sparring or play fighting...and just runs up and joins in!

Y/n, seeing two cookies duking it out for y/n's attention but y/n doesn't understand that: oooh that looks fun!

Cookie 1: their eyes should be on me!

Cookie 2: no, they should be on-huh?

The two cookies, turning to see y/n running straight at them with fire in their eyes: WAIT Y/N NOOOO!

*both end up punched in the face by y/n who thought they were sparring or having some sort of fun fight and wanting to join in!*

Y/n: did I win? 😃

Fallen Hero’s/Beast x Reader

I remember you snow anon.

This all happens before their fall from grace.

Now Reader cookie has been traveling with the hero’s for quite awhile now as she was encouraged by the five to join them. But along the way all of them had developed feelings for the cookie.

Innocent Reader, always sees these cookies as friends and would be confused on why they scrabbled allot with each other, just to hold your hand? Now you hate to say that the butterfly flying around was the reason you got lost. But not for long as you saw Eternal sugar cookie come flying down, “oh I was so worried about you how could you get lost like that”. Eternal sugar cookie was always the first to find you and he sit did upset the others.

But at times while you were out doing something’s the rest might start fighting. Let’s say you were leaving to go collect some wood for the town you and the hero’s were helping with. Burning spice cookie, shadow milk cookie, and silent salt cookie had joined you while eternal sugar cookie and mystic flour cookie stayed behind in case if any other cookies may need their help.

But as time went by the two cookies had started to argue as both thought that they will treat you better which led to them about to physically start fight till they heard you and the others returned. When you questioned the two cookies they just pushed off the question while they helped you with the wood you collected.

Fighter reader, here you went with eternal sugar cookie, burning spice cookie, and mystic flour cookie to help some cookies with food. As you four left silent salt cookie and shadow milk cookie decided to spat together but as it continued they truly did started to fight as the topic of you came up. But both were token off guard as they were both knocked to the ground as all confusion went away they look up to see you smiling with the other cookies looking along. “You should have told you two were going to spar I would have stayed back”, you smiled helping the two up as you all got ready to go and help other cookies civilizations.

Other cookies that can fit your scenario-

Affogato cookie and Caramel Arrow cookie

Raspberry mousse cookie and Raspberry cookie

Lilac cookie and Scorpion cookie

Lotus dragon cookie and Longan dragon cookie

Red velvet cookie and Dark choco cookie

Linzer cookie and Crème brlee cookie

[yanderecookierunkingdom]

I cant expose myself because it’ll be my main- but anyway, I’m gonna request because there’s not many writers for Yan cookies- (and I’m a writer myself so-)

Can I have Yan Crème Brûlée with an MC who follows him around for his performances? Not necessarily to the point of stalking, but like a big fan of him.

They’re always checking for the next date, constantly saving money to attend every single one of performances.

Over time, he notices them. He finds it kind of endearing that they’re always there to support him.

…

And from there you can take it anyway you want. It can be soft or more extreme Yan, I don’t care.

(Side note: Do you take anons? I haven’t checked your whole blog yet- if you do, can I be 🎹 anon?)

His Biggest Fan

Crème Brûlée Cookie knew that he had fans, many of them in fact. The venues at which he performed were always packed full to the brim, adoring fans listening as he worked his magic. The sweet and soothing melodies the Cookie would play, and the roaring appulase afterwards was always something he come to enjoy.

But there was one fan that stood out amongst the rest - you.

It started out small. He'd catch glimpses of you in the audience, seeing you leaning forward to watch, stars in your eyes. You were always at one of his shows, never once missing a performance.

Sometimes Crème Brûlée Cookie would see you outside, waiting. There would be many Cookies too, but you were a constant. A happy smile on your face as you would check the time to make sure you weren't too late or too early.

It was.. endearing.

Soon enough, Crème Brûlée Cookie came to expect your presence at the performances, and you never disappointed. You were always there, watching with the biggest smile, captivated by what he did.

It.. warmed him to know that there was someone who enjoyed his work as much as he did. Crème Brûlée Cookie felt it in his dough almost, like you were the only one who truly understood the meaning of the music he made.

He soon grew to yearn for you to be there, and while you always do, sometimes he worries that.. maybe you won't. Will you get bored of his performances one day? By the Witches, he hopes not..

And as he sees you lingering at the final performance of the day, merely basking in the afterglow of his music, Crème Brûlée Cookie works up his courage and approaches you.

"Hello there. I can't help but notice you've been at all my performances as of late. Might I know your name?"

He hopes that you'll give it to him, and he can find what type of his music you love most so that you'll never think of not coming to one of his performances.

[yujo-nishimura]

The confession

Warning: Non, just fluff <3 Luffy x Reader (before time-skip and on the Going Merry, since that is my favorite ship). English is not my native language, apologies for the mistakes.

It was a normal sunny day on the Going Merry. You had promised to help scrubbing the deck since nothing more exciting seemed to lie ahead for a week and everyone else was busy - Sanji was in the kitchen, creating the usual abundance of snacks for you, Nami and Robin. Zoro was napping, Usopp was creating another extraordinary weapon of his and Chopper was working on a medication for seasickness. Luffy was just Luffy and watching you while you were on your knees scrubbing the planks with a brush. The sun was burning and you took short breaks in between taking some sips of water and fan yourself in a feeble attempt to cool off.

"Hey! I need you to talk with me whenever you're finished with that chore." You suddenly hear your captain saying this and he waves with a big grin and his stretchy arm from the second level of the ship.

"Sure! I am almost done with cleaning the deck.. let me finish here and then I will come to you."

Luffy's grin stretched wider, and the gleam of excitement sparkled in his eyes. "Hopefully, it's not another ridiculous escapade or him pestering me about stealing more of Sanji's food," you muttered under your breath as you finished the final wooden plank on the starboard side of the ship. "Awesome! Hurry up, I'm really looking forward to talking to you," Luffy called out, his voice full of anticipation.

As you made your way towards the kitchen to return the bucket and the brush you wonder what seems to be so important for your captain to talk with you about. You look up to the second level of the ship and watch Luffy absentmindedly stretching his arms, bouncing up and down with the energy of a kid on a sugar rush. You giggle and enter the kitchen, smiling at Sanji who is immediately enamored by your presence and calls you "Y/n-chwaaan".

You decide to surprise Luffy - you know how happy he is whenever you get him food and witnessing his sheer joy whenever you provided him with a snack warmed your heart. "Sanji, would you have some snacks for me?" "Anything for you, Y/n-chwan, would you like some ice-cream, cookies or maybe something more sophisticated, a sorbet or a Crème Brûlée?"

You can see the sheer disappointment in his face when you point at the wrapped rice crackers on the kitchen table.

You are grabbing some of the crackers, escaping Sanji's desperate attempt to convince you to stay in the kitchen. With the delicious goods you acquired you run up to Luffy in high spirits. With him as a captain it is never a dull moment and you are excited to hear what he has to tell you. "Here Luffy, I got us some snacks from the kitchen!"

Luffy's eyes lit up as you approached him with the snacks. He eagerly took the rice crackers from you, his stomach rumbling in anticipation.

"Thanks! You always know how to make me happy," Luffy said with a wide grin, his excitement evident. He quickly devoured a rice cracker, savoring the crunch and flavor.

As he chewed, Luffy's expression turned serious for a moment. He swallowed and looked at you, his eyes filled with a mix of earnestness and nervousness. "Hey, um… I wanted to talk to you about something important. It's been on my mind for a while now." Luffy paused, gathering his thoughts.

"I've been feeling… different lately. Like, whenever you're around, my heart beats faster and I can't stop thinking about you. It's confusing, but I think… I think I might have some feelings for you." Luffy scratched his head, a slightly sheepish expression on his face.

"You're not just my crewmate, you're my friend, and… maybe even something more." Luffy's cheeks reddened slightly as he finished his confession.

He looked at you, a mix of hope and uncertainty in his eyes, waiting for your response.

Surprised about what Luffy said you forget to chew for a moment and start coughing over the dry rice cracker. You had expected anything. A stupid adventure suggestion, his demand for more food, him trying to make you laugh with funny faces. But not that. Not his confession. "Feelings for me? But you're my captain…" you blush as well, not sure what else to say. Luffy, undeniably attractive, exuded an aura of safety and comfort that enveloped you. His enchanting, childlike charm and unwavering determination were the traits that captivated you the most. However, the notion of having romantic feelings for him had never entered your mind until now. "I appreciate your honesty, Luffy," you finally managed to respond, grateful for his openness. And then you fall silent. You just cough a little bit from the cracker.

Once you had recovered from your coughing fit, Luffy listened attentively to your response. He could sense your surprise and uncertainty, and he understood that his confession had caught you off guard. He nodded, appreciating your honesty in return.

"Yeah, I know I'm your captain and all, but… I can't help how I feel," Luffy replied, his voice soft and sincere. "I understand if you need time to process this. It's okay if you don't feel the same way. I just wanted to be honest with you because you mean a lot to me."

The sudden emotional maturity displayed by this usually childlike captain caught you completely off guard, causing your heart to race faster.

Luffy's gaze remained steady, his expression a mix of hope and understanding. He didn't want to pressure you into anything; he just wanted you to know how he felt.

You say the first thing that comes to your mind, just like him you decide to speak without hesitation:

"I'm afraid that if I like you more than I already do that I need to worry about you all the time and that I could eventually lose you. The mere thought of losing you, Luffy, is unbearable..." As the words escaped your lips, you became aware of just how much he meant to you. Overwhelmed by a sudden need for reassurance, you impulsively leap forward into his arms.

Luffy's eyes widened in surprise as you suddenly leap into his arms, but he quickly recovered and wrapped his strong arms around you, holding you close. His heart raced, a mix of joy and relief flooding through him.

"Hey, don't worry," Luffy said softly, his voice filled with reassurance. "I may get into trouble sometimes, but I always find a way to come back. And having you by my side, caring about me... it means everything to me."

As he held you, Luffy couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with happiness. He had never imagined that his confession would be reciprocated, and now that it had, he felt an even stronger connection with you.

"I promise to always protect you, no matter what," Luffy said softly, his tone filled with determination. "And together, we'll face whatever challenges come our way. We're a team, after all."

Luffy gently pulled away from the embrace, a bright smile on his face. "I'm really glad you feel the same way, and I'm excited to see where this journey takes us, both as friends and... maybe something more."

With that, Luffy leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead, a gesture filled with warmth and affection.

You blushed, feeling suddenly an overwhelming feeling of joy. "But what about the others? What shall we say to our crew?"

Luffy scratched his head, thinking about your question. He pondered for a moment before answering with his usual straightforwardness.

"I don't think we need to keep it a secret," Luffy replied, his eyes filled with determination. "Our crew is like a family, and they'll understand. We've been through so much together."

He paused, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Plus, they'll probably figure it out anyway. They know me too well!"

Luffy's carefree attitude and confidence in his crew's acceptance made you feel more at ease. You trusted his judgment, knowing that he always had the best intentions.

"So, let's tell them together," Luffy said, his voice filled with excitement. "I can't wait to see their reactions!"

"Right now?" a little screech escapes your mouth.

"Why not?", he starts laughing and grabbing your hand, his grip filled with warmth and support. He drags you to the lower level of the ship, to the rest of the crew, ready to share your newfound happiness with your friends on the Going Merry.

Comment if you want a part 2 with the crew's reaction, if not I will conclude the story here. :)

[cookiekissers]

Can I request a headcannon for creme brulee cookie with a composer reader

[Crème Brûlée Cookie x Composer Reader HCs]

Creme Brulee Cookie actually becomes acquainted with your work before you even meet.

He stumbled on some of your pieces and immediately the melodies danced in his head, and all he could think about was needing to play them.

Seeing the sheet music was one thing, but bringing your work to life on the piano was another.

Creme Brulee was a little captivated by the songs you wrote by the quality and the voice of the notes themselves, and you quickly became one of his favourite composers. He often wondered when playing, what kind of Cookie you were.

It was odd, he had never heard of your work before now and it seemed you weren't particularly well known.

It couldn't be helped, but he was fine with bringing your compositions to other Cookies through his recitals. Work this wonderful had to be shared.

You happened to see a flyer for one of Creme Brulee's performances that featured a piece you wrote. You were surprised, to say the least. A Cookie as skilled as Creme Brulee was playing something you had written? Of course, you had to see this concert for yourself.

As you sit in the audience as the performance began, you are left speechless by hearing the notes you scribbled down during many late nights being transformed into a beautiful melody by a Cookie of such skill and with such passion and care.

After the show, you introduce yourself to Creme Brulee Cookie as the composer of the piece he played.

He was shocked that you had attended the recital and wished that he could have known ahead of time. He gets a little flushed now that he's face to face with you.

You begin talking about music, as he has a lot of questions about how you write your compositions, and end up striking a friendship.

You promise to let Creme Brulee Cookie have a special sneak peek at all your ongoing projects, and give him the finished pieces before anyone else. You are honestly very flattered that he thinks so highly of your work.

You are merely a composer, and don't play yourself. And sometimes Creme Brulee Cookie will give some of your pieces suggestions based on how it will sound, which only helps improve the quality of your works going forward.

You both end up spending a lot of time together. Going to cafes and collaborating on compositions or just chatting.

Creme Brulee now can't hide his feeling behind simple admiration. He hopes that something more will come from your friendship.

[bug-bites]

LET THEM COOK!

tw: none! just pure fluff :]

pairings: task force 141 x gn!reader (can be either platonic or romantic)

summary: cooking with tf-141 heacanons :3

characters: simon "ghost" riley, john "soap" mactavish, john price, kyle "gaz" garrick, and gary "roach" sanderson

notes: first batch of headcanons yurrrr 🗣️‼️💯 (sorry if they're a bit ooc im abt to eep :P)

john price

he's a cook from the heart type of guy and it always turns out (surprisingly) really good

most of the recipes he has memorized are probably comfort meals or hangover cures

this man is so well meaning, standing behind you and helping you with every damn thing no matter how small the task. he does the thing where he holds your hand when you're chopping anything with a knife or stirring and guides you. it gets a bit overbearing but he's trying his to help

probably acts like you have never seen an oven/stovetop before and is constantly reminding you its hot as if thats not the whole point of it

he likes playing music while he cooks with you (most likely a shared playlist between the both of you) he likes humming along to it and he likes it even more when he can hear you hum along with him

the meal he defaults to making with you is probably chicken pot pie that tastes just like home

kyle "gaz" garrick

this man can BAKE. cake? muffins? cookies? he's got a recipe for it and you bet your ass its a damn good recipe.

he probably enjoys having the great british bake off in the background while he cooks

out of all the guys in TF-141, gaz is probably the one you should trust the most in there with you. when its the two of you in the kitchen not only do you get things done efficiently, it ends up being super fun with minimal chaos!

you definitely made each other those super cute lunchbox cakes for each other at one point

as much as he loves trying new recipes with you, making strawberry rhubarb pie from scratch with you is one he will always default to. he prefers his slice with a side of whipped cream <3

john "soap" mactavish

i dont think any of the guys are completely incompetent in the kitchen, when left alone in a kitchen soap could probably make a pretty good meal. emphasis on him alone in the kitchen

but when it is you two in the kitchen it will take a lot longer than expected or go to shit (but will still be edible!)

gets into flour fights with you even if the recipe doesn't call for any. he just grabs it out the pantry and WHAPOW it looks like the pillsbury dough boy just fucking exploded

he also keeps eating things he's not supposed to. raw cookie dough, batter, straight up flour, etc he probably took a bite or two for "taste testing purposes" of course. he's lucky he's got an iron stomach because if his immune system was even the tiniest bit weaker food poisoning would be beating his ass

one thing that you would enjoy making together would probably be crème brûlée. of course he get the honors of the little blowtorch part but you could get away with doing a few if you ask very nicely

gary "roach" sanderson

he takes the smaller tasks like chopping things up, washing fruits and veggies, or keeping the countertops organized and he does a really good job at whatever small task you give him

ask him to slice something up for you and trust they will be in the most perfect even slices you have ever seen in your life

if you're baking together he would love watching whatever delicious creation you made together rise in the oven. he likes just sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor, feeling the warmth radiating from the oven as he watches the baked goods cook. the first time he did this you didn't realize he was just sitting on the floor so you tripped over him

your go-to thing to make together is definitely chocolate chip cookies. roach likes putting small designs on top with chocolate chips like hearts, smiley faces, or just cuss words because he's silly like that

they come out really good but if you share with someone else make sure you don't hand them one that says "dick" in all capital letters

simon "ghost" riley

he has all the measurements with him and a scale to measure ingredients so you think he's precise and it will be all fine right? wrong. sure he measures his ingredients but if he goes over he probably doesn't try to fix it. ghost is the type of guy to shrug it off and adds it to the bowl anyways. to him measurements are suggestions

this bitch doesnt level his measuring cups

this usually goes well for cooking but for baking not so much

has forgotten to add in seasonings on a number of occasions so right before you put it in the oven you have to do a whole checklist to make sure that everything that should be in there is actually in there

favorite thing to make together is probably pesto pasta. most of it is measured by heart which he definitely appreciates and also less dishes to wash!

[marvel-fanfic-writer-8675]

Kiss the chef HC

Pairing: Stucky x reader

Warnings: absolutely filled to the brim with fluff

Summary: what if Bucky or Steve or you had an apron that said kiss the chef on it

Steve wears the apron:

You and Bucky love it when Steve had the apron on, it always means he’s making something good

If he’s making something normal, he doesn’t put on an apron, but when he wears that, it’s always some dessert or really delicious food

One time he made plum cake because he was bored on a Saturday while you were at work and Bucky was doing paperwork

You came home to see him in the apron pulling a cake out, it made your lives feel so domestic, compared to the guys coming home all battered and bruised from fighting aliens and then them healing quickly because they’re super soldiers

“Honey! I’m home!” Steve smiled at you, “hey doll, Buck’s in the office doing paperwork and I got bored so I made a cake.” You went over and pretended to study his apron, “well, I guess I’d the apron says so,” you gave him a giant kiss.

Bucky then walked out, “where’s mine?” “Well, you aren’t the chef are you?” He grumbled and stomped over, grabbing you and forcefully kissing you with tons of love and passion.

Bucky wears the apron:

Bucky loves wearing the apron when he’s cooking or baking, but he’ll just wear that and his boxers, no shirt, no pants.

You and Steve would walk in from some early morning grocery shopping to see him baking in all his glory. You all had your own special things to do with just two. You and Steve had early morning grocery shopping once a week, since Bucky hated waking up early. Bucky and Steve had couples workout routines, and you and Bucky had watching the Hobbit series. Steve hated watching it, so you and Bucky would watch it together.

The second you saw Bucky in his choice of clothing, or lack there of, your jaw dropped. Fuck, he looked so hot right now. By the look on Steve’s face he was thinking the exact same thing

“Look! Stevie, doll! I made BREAD!!!” You looked over to your excited boyfriend who just made a baguette from scratch, “mm, so that’s what the delightful smell is.” Steve chuckled and walked over, putting the groceries away.

Steve turned around, and came face to face with Bucky’s back and ass in those tight boxers that Steve loved. He slapped Bucky’s ass, and Bucky jumped from surprise, “eek! Stevie!” He warned. “What,” Steve asked innocently. “You gotta appreciate art,” he continued. Bucky slapped his hand with a spatula and continued what he was working on, another type of bread.

You decided to tease Bucky as well, you walked behind him sneakily, and wrapped your cold hands around his torso. “Hiya doll,” he grinned dopily. “Hi my Buck Buck, whatcha makin’ now?” He turned around and returned the hug, “a sourdough loaf, for the old lady across the way.” He was talking about Ms. Ariti , an older lady who lived alone, that you and your boyfriends became good friends with, and often went over to her house for a Sunday dinner. You learned a lot of things from her, like how to make her family recipe of baklava (a Greek dessert).

You wear the apron:

You loved baking, plain and simple. Whether it’s something simple like cookies or more complicated like crème brûlée. Sam had jokingly gotten you an apron that said ‘kiss the chef’ on it for secret Santa. Little did he know, you loved it.

You were currently baking for Peter’s school’s bake sale, to help raise money for new lab equipment. You loved and supported science so you agreed when Peter asked if you’d make your famous chocolate chip cookies that no one could resist.

You had on the apron and were humming along and dancing to the music you had going. Bucky and Steve were out on a mission but were due back tonight, thankfully, you missed them so much.

The two guys walked in, you were in your zone, and they knew it, so you didn’t hear them. They stood and watched you for a minute before you saw them and ran at them. “Buck Buck!!! Stevie!! You’re home!” Th eh laughed and opened their arms for hugs, which they got, along with kisses.

“Looks like your having fun, makin’ cookies for me perhaps?” Steve asked leaning onto the counter, trying to grab one of the ones currently cooking. You slapped his hand away, “those are for Peter’s bake sale at school, I’ll make you your own batch after I get these done. Now go shower, you’ll contaminate the cookies with your dirt and sweat.” You shuffled him into the bathroom, Bucky was already there, about to get his shower.

They got out and came back to where you were, usually after missions they were a tad clingy, but you didn’t mind one bit. Bucky was trying to kiss you while you were measuring flour out, “let me kiss you, the apron says I need to, and I say I need to, or else I’ll die!” You gave in and let him have the kiss, then of course Steve wanted one too, you eventually told them to let you finish, and then they could have as many kisses and hugs and cuddles as they wanted for the rest of the weekend. They quickly agreed and stopped trying to sabotage your cookie making.

[mindofasupernova]

The Inventor Part 2

Kaz Brekker x reader

Description: A killer is on the loose, eliminating Kaz's informants. In a desperate attempt, Kaz meets a certain inventor that has his mind racing, trying to figure out the complex puzzle she is.

Hope you like it, let me know what you think.

Kaz

A corpse? That's what she wanted? Did she think that he just kept all the bodies of his deceased workers in his room? How the hell was he supposed to get his hands on the corpse of one of his poisoned informants?

One day after meeting the young inventor, Kaz had sent Inej to gather answers to the Y/LN Manor. And just as promised, the girl had already identified most of the compounds, but due to "careless and messy manipulation", clearly referring to Kaz's pouch, she had been unable to determine a specific substance that acted as a catalyst. Inej returned to the Slat with Y/N's message asking for a meeting and a request Kaz wasn't exactly expecting.

According to Y/N, it was of the utmost importance for her to examine the body if she hoped to pinpoint the missing compound not to mention it provided a perfect opportunity for Kaz to tell her about how the poison had captured his attention.

Inej had returned later than usual, smiling and carrying a small brown bag that wafted a sweet and delicious scent. When Kaz had raised his eyebrows in question, Inej had told him Y/N had given her some recently baked cookies. He grunted in response and kept working, but his mind kept drifting back to the cookie bag and what that small act meant.

Inej was cautious but he also knew that she always searched for kindness in people. That snack could have been simply just a gift but Kaz wouldn't have made it this far if he considered all people as kind-hearted. Y/N was a stranger, a rich stranger from the highest of ranks of society who probably didn't care if Barrel rats like him lived or not. Y/N hadn't asked for a favor nor did she need money, she just wanted to know, that unsettled Kaz more than he liked to admit.

He had spent the day gathering information about her, her personal life, hobbies, and all the rumors he could find. He had found absolutely nothing that could give him an insight into the girl's intentions, he had finished empty-handed with the information he already knew: she was the only daughter of one of the richest men in Ketterdam, the perfect personification of a wealthy royal daughter, an innocent and pious little thing that went to Church with her family. Kaz scoffed at that, the defying look she gave her at their secret rendezvous accompanied with her enthusiasm for carving a corpse open proved she was far from innocent.

No, until he had more facts he wouldn't let his guard down. And yet, a small part of him yearned for her actions to be good-intentioned. Stop, hope is a dangerous thing. He had already made the mistake of hoping when he was nine and look where it got him.

Kaz returned his gaze to the papers in front of him, huffing in annoyance, he started writing down orders to get a corpse for Y/N.

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Y/N : One day after the meeting

Y/N was quietly sitting at her vanity, a soft smile adorned her face, gaze completely lost on her new device when Inej, soundlessly crept inside her bedroom.

After Kaz Brekker had left the shop near the Church of Barter, she no longer felt the giddy spark she had when she left her manor. She couldn't blame Mr. Zhang for telling Mr. Brekker about their association, he was an old jumpy man who wished no trouble upon no one. She had left all the concoctions that Mr. Zhang had order, but she didn't show him her latest joy, she no longer felt as excited.

This new invention she had come up with consisted of a music box. But it was no ordinary music box, far from it. Y/N had noticed how most of the music boxes got damaged with time when the metal rusted and the music no longer sounded like a melody but more like a haunted house. So, instead of depending on metal to play music, why not use water vapor. Yes, she had spent four days perfecting the pressure at which each piston released the water so it was a perfect copy of one of the melodies in the Komedie Brute. Four days making sure that the amount of heat the flame distributed was enough to transform the water into vapor but not so fast it was gone before the song ended. And now, here it was, a vapor-based music box with a decorative firebird in the center that literally caught fire, warming the water below.

Mind too caught up on the mechanics of her own work, that, when the Wraith materialized from the shadows behind her, Y/N sent a rain of screws and nuts toppling down the floor when Inej's hand landed on her shoulder.

Wide-eyed, Y/N turned around to face the apparition in her room. The Suli girl raised her hands, to show she intended no harm and in a kind voice spoke:

"I'm not here to hurt you. Kaz Brekker sent me to check up on your progress."

With a sigh of relief, Y/N straightened relaxed her posture. "Why, of course, should have assumed Mr. Brekker would send someone. Please, take a seat. " with a small smile, she gestured to a plush burgundy armchair.

"As promised, I have successfully identified most of the compounds. However, I fear identifying the catalyst agent won't be possible unless I conduct a thorough autopsy on the unfortunate victim. The needle I was given was in an atrocious condition, too many foreign compounds had already interacted with it." Y/N answered, finishing with a hopeful tone.

Inej nodded her head and responded, "I'll let Kaz know, thank you Marchioness Y/LN." Inej turned around, making a bee-line for the window.

"You must not be thinking of going out in this beastly weather. Please, stay until this horrendous downpour ceases." Y/N quickly called back, wrapping her silk shawl around her petite frame, as if the thought of stepping outside was enough to send a chill running down her spine.

Inej hesitated, directing a fleeting glance at the crying sky outside, she resumed to her previous seat.

"Would you like a piece of Cinamon-coated Pavlova? I guarantee you won't regret it, the caramelized peaches are sinfully appetizing!" and before the Suli girl could respond, Y/N was rushing out of her room, the dainty patter of her heels clicking down the stairs.

Her room was exactly what Inej had expected: luxurious and overly grand. But there was something about it that Inej couldn't quite place, her room was tidy to the extreme, all the expensive perfume bottles lined up, gaps between that appeared as if they had been measured with a ruler. Nothing in her room showed a preference or indication of what she truly liked, at first sight, the room would have seemed like the perfect fairytale but now, upon close observation, the room looked generic, hollow, and cold. The spy wondered if all the riches were worth living into a life as impersonal as hers.

Y/N returned, carrying a tray full of fancy desserts Inej couldn't even pronounce.

"The baker proclaims himself a master of crème brûlées. I prefer his fruit-stuffed truffles, though. Mouthwatering" Y/N commented, gingerly placing the tray on her small mahogany table.

Y/N waited for Inej to take a bite out of the coffee tiramisu, after the Suli girl let a soft hum of appreciation, Y/N smiled and questioned: "I hope I'm not being too invasive, but how did you manage to climb all the way to my window? There are no nooks where you could have possibly held onto, you must have an incredible balance to perform such a feat."

And that's how Inej told her about her life as an acrobat, proudly sharing brief glimpses to her past, seeing no harm in the girl next to her. Y/N was more than happy when Inej started talking, she was glad the bronzed-skinned girl didn't treat her with timid whispers afraid of offending her royal title. It felt nice to have a normal conversation, being able to share honest opinions instead fake smiles and condescending words at galas, afraid that if the wrong statement slipped they'll become the next party gossip.

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The morning after, Inej returned bearing Mr. Brekker's message agreeing to a nightly meeting where she'll be able to examine the corpse.

Saying that Y/N was thrilled, was an understatement, apart from a chance to put her brain to good use, it gave her the perfect opportunity to try a device she had specifically designed for creating an alibi while she was sneaking outside at unlikely hours.

Y/N hated piano. Don't get her wrong, it wasn't the instrument, it was the music, her music. Because for an unknown reason, her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own whenever she tried to. She admired the focus and dedication of musicians, she really did, but her mind easily got distracted thinking about her latest reading material instead of focusing on the notes. So, she had created a system capable of pushing the tiles as if her own fingers played the music. She knew it was wrong to fool her parents in such a way but it gave her a perfect cover to go in secret missions her parents would never approve of.

Proper ladies don't get excited over knowledge, much less probe in repulsive matters such as corpses. Look at you, Y/N, what would future suitors think if they discover you all cheerful over someone´s murder? The scandal! Zia Francesca's reprimanding voice resonated inside Y/N´s head. But she could care less about what the whole Ketterdam thought about her, science was her passion, and she would abandon it until the day she died.

Already outside, a navy blue scarf wrapped around her head to shield her delicate features against unwanted attention, Y/N waited for Inej at their chosen meeting point.

The sly girl slipped into view, with a grace greater than the one of a feline, leaving the shadows as if she and the night were one. With a brief nod, Y/N followed the girl into the awaiting hands of darkness. Leading her towards the Barrel, a place where monsters lurked behind every corner impatiently waiting to pounce any minute. Nonetheless, Y/N felt ecstatic, warm excitement pulsing through her veins, a river waiting in anticipation to break the thin modest facade she kept up to let her curiosity resurface in search of enigmas to solve.

When they arrived at a place named "The Crow Club", Inej went to get Kaz and some "others" and told her to wait. Y/N observed the lively atmosphere, seeing customers from different countries around the world when her eyes landed on a familiar head with wild red curls.

"Mr. Van Eck?" Y/N questioned in disbelief, the boy perked up at the sound of his last name, locking eyes with the hooded girl.

Never would she have imagined finding Wylan Van Eck down in the Barrel. She was shocked, Wylan supposedly should be in a music school outside of Ketterdam. Both belonging to affluent families, Y/N had met Wylan Van Eck at several parties. She hadn't gotten to know him very well, but she liked the quiet boy who shared the same look of misfortune Y/N had every time they were thrown into a classy social event. When his father had announced he was leaving to study abroad, Y/N was happy for him although she would miss being silently miserable together. But it appeared Wylan had been doing something far from studying, now sitting next to a tall Zemeni boy with his arm slung around his shoulder.

"Marchioness Y/N, I never imagined...W-What brings you here?" replied round-eyed Wylan, confusion, and astonishment written all over his features.

But before Y/N could respond, steps and the tapping of a cane interrupted their little meeting, Inej small silhouette trailing behind Mr. Brekker.

"So, you know Wylan?" he interrogated in that characteristic rasp, coffee eyes scrutinizing Y/N's form.

"Yes, Mr. Van Eck used to come to our social gatherings."

Wylan just nodded shyly while his long-limbed companion kept drowning shot like they were water.

Dirtyhands humphed in acknowledgment "Nice, know that we are all together let's go to...Jesper, I don't pay you to drink the bar dry. Get your ass down here and let's get moving so our dear inventor can examine the body, shall we?

"Wait, she is the contact you talked about?" the Zemeni, Jesper, questioned. Eyes going from Kaz Brekker to Y/N, as if this was some kind of joke.

"Wylan called her Marchioness? You asked for a royal's help?" Jesper asked, an incredulous mocking smile on his face. "Who are you and what have you done with Kaz?"

Mr. Brekker scowled at him and without another word turned around not even waiting for them to follow.

"Well, nice to meet you, my lady. The name's Jesper Fahey," he said, bowing down and kissing her hand, sending her a mischievous wink.

"Very nice to make your acquaintance, Mr. Fahey. And please, there's no need for formalities, just call me Y/N." she comforted, as they finally reached the others. Glancing at the rest while finishing her last statement, prompting the rest to call her by her first name.

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Kaz

Y/N radiated waves of elation, her whole face lighting up at the thought of an adventure, a star amid the tumultuous dark waters of Ketterdam helping him find his way to the shore.

Kaz wore an amused expression at Y/N's amused gaze roaming the dirty streets of the Barrel, a new unknown world full of carnage and sins. She isn't fit for the Barrel thought Kaz, her eyes dancing in amusement at every little detail that caught her interest despite her efforts to put on a serious face and regal posture. She probably saw wonderous adventures while Kaz saw the Barrel for what it really was: a ravenous, savage beast waiting to swallow the weakest whole and drain the lives of the ones who survived its ghastly bites. And somehow the concept that she didn't belong in this world, his world, made Kaz's heart wrenched a little.

During their walk, Kaz shared the details about the latest killer on the loose and his dead informants, all the while, Y/N remained quiet, evaluating every one of his words.

When they arrived at an abandoned building, a single man was stationed outside, leaning on the tainted wall with a tired look in his eyes. Kaz nodded at the guard who gave him a set of keys and trotted out of sight. Kaz guided them inside, careful no prying eyes had followed them. Kaz turned on the lights, briefly disconcerting his companions, and pointed to a table with a big bulk covered by a dirty cloth.

"As you requested, the unfortunate victim" announced Kaz as Y/N placed a small suitcase she'd brought with her forensic equipment and tenderly pried the cloth covering the thing that once had been alive.

Y/N didn't bat an eyelash when she saw the corpse's face, not even when Jesper started gagging or when Inej turned around and started quietly mumbling prayers to her saints. Kaz focused on her face, the calm inquisitive look of a scientist, he had expected a gasp at least. Kaz was impressed by her cool analytical demeanor when a simple glimpse of the man was enough to send Kaz back to the ocean, rotting flesh beneath his fingertips. Kaz shuddered at the thought, forcing down the vomit rising in his throat.

"If you need an assistant, Jesper is willing to help" Kaz stated, stabilizing his voice so it wouldn't show his true feelings.

"What?! Me? Umm..no...I...Helping isn't a Jesper talent." Mr. Fahey said, a fearful look in his eyes, face white as a sheet. Kaz hoped he didn't look as terrified as him.

Y/N stopped her scan, looked up at the two boys, and with a small smile spoke: "I appreciate it, but there's no need. I'm certain I can handle it on my own."

Quickly discarding her coat and scarf, pushing back the sleeves of her rouge-colored blouse, and pulling long laboratory gloves over her hands along with a white apron over her head, she set up to work.

Kaz stared at her features, as she transformed into an eager forensic, light illuminating her face, falling in the right places giving her an otherwordly glow. Rebellious strands of hair framing her forehead, a pink hue staining her cheeks indicating her joyous state. The sight before him would have put any masterpiece to shame, Kaz wondered how she could stare at a corpse and find glee in such a morbid image. But Kaz liked it, the brilliant gleam her eyes portrayed, her childish joy at the promise of adventure.

The spell was broken when she started pulling out scalpels, syringes, and other items Dirtyhands couldn't bother to learn the name of. Pulling the flesh taught beneath her fingers, Y/N made a Y incision, skin splaying open.

Cold lifeless hands gripped Kaz's throat. his brother's icy whispers brushing his skin. He turned his head away and as if perceiving his discomfort, Y/N's bewitching doe eyes stared back at him.

"You can wait outside if you prefer to, I'll notify you when I'm done." her gentle voice reached and Kaz couldn't have been more grateful.

With a sharp shake of his head, Kaz limped towards the exit, Jesper, and Inej quickly following his movements.

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After Y/N finished, she eagerly started explaining her findings, a prideful gleam emanating from her.

"Well, Mr. Brekker I must admit this case is a peculiar one. The simplest ones always prove to be the most challenging."

"Here I thought that after years of fancy tea reunions you'd know the meaning of a vast number of words. I'll be sure to buy you a thesaurus." mocked Kaz, a wolfish smirk creeping onto his face.

The inventor frowned at his comment, racing her chin higher, and started her rant, thoughts racing to prove her point.

"Oh no, Mr. Brekker do not confuse simple and easy. Simple is straightforward, plain facts to the observer. Ordinary details are hard to pinpoint, effortlessly found everywhere, which makes it harder to find unique characteristics that could serve as means of identification since their nature is so elementary." Y/N spoke swiftly, pacing around the room, eyes never faltering from Kaz's.

"And that's exactly what happened in this case. As I had mentioned, my extraction wasn't entirely successful, for an essential reactant was missing. However, it wasn't the only reason why I insisted on examining the body, no, a very simple and ordinary substance appeared when I separated the poison: Helianthus annuus or more commonly known as sunflowers." Y/N paused glancing at their surprised faces, clearly pleased with their reactions, she continued, the corners of her lips tugging upwards.

"You can imagine my surprise when I found sunflower pollen as the main component of the poisonous agent. I ran several more tests and the result remains the same, our killer is using these lovely flowers as a weapon. Now, back to the catalyst, the easy part of the equation. This component isn't as fastidious as the previous one, why, you may ask. Well, its vast majority consists of average materials but a small percentage of it contains alloys that are only produced in Ketterdam, that combined with the peculiar way they were fused, suggests a Grisha alkemi made this solution." Y/N concluded, grabbing a piece of paper and hastily writing before she handed it to Kaz.

"There are no signs of struggle, meaning either they knew the attacker or they were taken by surprise. A swift prick to the femoral artery, a clear pathway for the poison to reach the bloodstream, infecting the body within seconds."

"It shouldn't be very hard to find the alkemi. They aren't very popular and most of them are indentured. Here is the list of all the reactants, the specifics, and where I believe you might find them. " finished the girl, looking at the trio expectantly.

"If you don't mind, I have taken a sample to examine more carefully at my house. I'll try to find any details I might have overlooked."

Briskly reading the list, Kaz frowned and then pocketed the small scrap of paper. "First thing tomorrow morning, ask around for an alkemi who might have bought these materials. "

Kaz turned to look at his fellow crows, content with their nods of approval, grabbed his cane, and sauntered towards the door. Her chemistry knowledge was astounding, a marvelous domain of anatomy, and an even more gifted engineer from what he had heard. Hers was an indeed beautiful mind, not that he would ever tell her.

"Mr. Brekker?" her light voice shattered through the gloomy night. Kaz craned his neck, gaping back at her in question.

"Is there perhaps a place where I might be able to tidy myself up?" Y/N questioned, Kaz finally looking at her messy red-stained apron and her exposed arms displaying strokes of red all over them.

Kaz hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should bring the girl back to their home. "You can use the restroom back at the Slat." The girl had risked her reputation sneaking out on ill-advised affairs to help them, it was the least he could do.

"Thank you" Y/N replied as she carefully peeled her apron, attentive at not brushing her arms against her blouse.

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Once she had freshened up, Y/N stumbled upon the young Van Eck talking with a couple. The green-eyed girl was about Y/N's age, a generously carved complexion, holding the hand of a tall Fjerdan.

Y/N inclined her head as a form of salute, "I never pegged you for the rebellious type, Mr. Van Eck. I never thought you hated music lessons that much to run away." she told him in a joking tone.

"And I never thought you were the type to sneak out at ungodly hours just to play detective. " Wylan replied, a grin beginning to form on his face.

"Well, I suppose everyone has secrets."

"You must be Y/N, Inej told me you were the help Kaz so desperetly needed. I'm Nina, he's Matthias and well you already know Wylan."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Inej had briefly mentioned them, she knew now that Nina loved food, maybe next time she'll bring those exquisite truffles she had so eagerly talked about. If there is a next time Y/N reminded herself, she desperately hoped so, but now that her work was done she wasn't so sure Kaz Brekker would ever seek her again.

"Well, you have saved me the introductions." Kaz sarcastically glowered at the green-eyed girl, Nina kept talking as if she hadn't heard him.

It was one thing for Kaz to admire her intelligence, it did not mean he trusted her, though. Pieces were still missing to the intricate puzzle she was and until that changed Kaz did not like the way she rapidly befriended his crows, her intentions were still blurry to Kaz, and even though he would never admit it he cared deeply about their well-being.

"You should stay a little longer, we could go for waffles as a way of thank you." prompted Nina.

"Your offer is very tempting, but I'm afraid I'll have to pass. I should be returning home." Y/N declined, grinning at Nina, blissful someone had invited her for waffles.

Kaz stared at her and wondered how many times someone had done something similar, not to thank her but rather to use her, so that such a simple gesture put her in a joyful state.

"Scared of what your parents may do if they found out the truth?" Kaz quipped once his crows had left the two of them alone. A teasing tone masking true concern.

"Terrified. Someone may notice I've been playing the same four songs for the last couple of hours, always missing the same notes every time and they might get ideas of checking up on me," she confessed, mischief coating her features.

"Good night, Mr. Brekker. I'm happy I could be of assistance. Please, let me know if you find your killer or if my experience is needed again."

Kaz just bowed, signaling for his Wraith to get Y/N back to her manor in one piece.

Both girls disappeared into the night, leaving Kaz pondering what the hell she had meant with playing the piano.

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Y/N

Almost two weeks had passed, no signs of Kaz and no visits from the Wraith, well not that she was aware of. Y/N caught herself glaring at no point in particular, she readjusted her expression and plastered a well-practiced look of keen interest, trying to focus on Lady Stathos' rant about the attractiveness of the Viscount of Chagny.

Y/N politely excused herself, with no intention of making a fool of herself if Lady Stathos posed a question related to her gossip.

Too busy drowning in her own sorrow, knowing that Kaz had probably captured the culprit and was happily celebrating his success and no longer needing Y/N's help, that she stumbled forward, barely catching herself when someone bumped her from behind.

When Y/N turned back around, searching for that someone, she was met with a sight she had only seen once in an abandoned warehouse late at night. One that made her mind scream: Helianthus annuus.

Mercher Dupont's eyes were deranged, veins gruesomely popping and blood spilling from his lips, before toppling in the middle of the dance floor, taking his final breath.

[murder-cookie-dust393]

Can we get some more Creme Brulee Cookie content, that cookie's a power house in my team- I was thinking since there were hints about him and Linzer Cookie being in a past relationship, what if y/n Cookie did like CB but didn't pursue him bc of his history with Linzer?

I have requests from late December, how embarrassing. I'm such a bad writer for not feeding you guys for like 3 months-

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Tw: murder

You dejectedly sigh as you stare at the ceiling of your room. Thoughts filling your mind: negative ones. You didn't like the thought of Linzer with Crème Brûlée. But who were you to interfere? She was clearly more valuable to him than you ever could be. Even if you were his biggest supporter.

But it still hurt. You wanted to be with him. Cheer him on for his performances; ensure he was well cared for. Sure you could do so as his friend. But you wanted to be much more than friends.

You didn't have the place to interfere. You shouldn't interfere. It's wrong.

Those sentences repeated in your head as you lay on your bed. You wanted sleep to overcome you, but your mind seemed unwilling to let go though. You needed to move on. There was no point in clinging to a future that wasn't even possible.

Until you hear a distant knock, from your front door. You turn your head in the direction of the hallway, before slowly rising from your bed and walking out the door. You glance at the living room clock: 2:43 AM. Who would be knocking on the door at this hour?

You saunter to the door, looking through the glass. Your eyes widen slightly: it's Crème Brûlée. What was he doing here? You open the door, and immediately you're encased in a hug far too tight.

...Was your desperate mind imagining his embrace? Oh, how pathetic you are.

"Crème Brûlée? What are you doing here?" You utter, your voice scratchy from not getting out of bed for the last 3 hours. Why was he holding you so harshly? Did something happen?

"I love you. I swear, I can't believe you looked at my photos from three years ago." He bluntly states, his tone almost seemed as if he was offended. His hair brushes against your cheek as he buries his head into your shoulder.

"What?" You blink. Absolutely frozen. Did your mind just manifest your biggest wish in front of your face?

The door is still open, the cold breeze freezing your body only in sleeping clothes. He speaks once more, now his tone less brash and more soft, "Darling. My darling. Linzer is hardly a thought in my mind now. I've realized you are much better suited for me." His head nuzzles your shoulder, holding you against him.

"Wait. Wait. Does that mean..." You trail off, not having the confidence to even say it. It's impossible. Your life had never gone right when it came to love, so why would it go right at this moment?

"I love you. I've loved you for the last 3 years. Now stop hiding from me." He nudged you over the couch, not giving you a moment before coddling you. He should become a koala at this point.

You wanted to say more. It doesn't matter though. You were too ecstatic to even begin forming words. Finally, your mind calms and you fall asleep: exhaustion taking over. He was warm. Like you imagined him to be.

An hour passes by, before a sudden grin forms on the usually quiet Crème Brûlée. He caresses your head gingerly, loving the feel of you in his grasp.

"Finally, you've come to realize. I should have killed that terrible Linzer earlier, otherwise, we would have been happier earlier. No matter, we can be where we were supposed to be...together." He closes his eyes too as he continues to snuggle you.

You were too blinded by your love to notice why Linzer never was over at his house since three years ago.

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Wow! I got this one done in one sitting. I'm so proud of myself. Usually, it takes multiple sittings to do requests. My attention span is non-existent.

- Celina