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beastyeastfreak · 14 days ago

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Mystic flour x cacao kingdom soldier reader part three

I lied last chapter there’s probably gonna be more than 4 parts, it was actually originally gonna end here lol

Previous part

Cw and tags: Fighting / violence, angst, kissing, suggestive if you squint, reader is kinda depressed/has been depressed,

Summary: After some good advice from the beast of sloth and lots of standing around, the building is attacked and your loyalty is tested one final time.

Written pre silent salt update

Im thinking of just making this the entire fics song because it fits it so welllll lmk what yall think

🌾 - Guarding the wall almost your whole life had numbed your sense of time. If someone told you, stand and watch your brain seemed to just phase out. It was hard to tell how long it had been but you knew it had been some time. None of the beasts minions had spoken to you, likely either slacking off or covering a different side of the building. You blink, clouds moving aimlessly across a blue sky. The peace would soon be broken by the sound of movement somewhere nearby. Was it… wingflaps?

🌾 - You began to stride over towards the source of the sound, it was on the other side of the building. Your mind conjured up everything it could be, a dragon, the ancient of greed, a monster… all reasons that made you draw your sword. It felt so perfect in your hand. You look around, then up, nothing.

🌾 - “I don’t believe ive been introduced to you yet~,” a voice makes you whip around and ready your weapon. But you loosen up seeing a pink angel cookie sitting on a branch above you. You quickly put your sword away upon seeing the light glistening in her soul jam. “My apologies, i thought you may be an intruder.” You replied, she giggled. “How loyal, a little warrior.~ You remind me of my other half!” She says with an almost lovestruck expression. You look around awkwardly, “as in your other… souljam holder?” She sounded so happy to talk about her, wasn’t she supposed to hate her respective ancient? “Indeed… i’m dying to see her again,” she closes her eyes with a smile.

🌾 - Her smiles contagious, “I hope you see her soon, i believe the beasts are speaking inside about meeting with their soul jam holders again. Would you like me to escort you, miss..?” You offer, trailing off unknowing of her name, she simply laughs. “Oh, what a dear you are. My name is Eternal Sugar Cookie.” She says and floats to the ground. “Nice to meet you, i’ve come here with Mystic Flour cookie… but you could probably tell that.” You replied looking down at yourself as you walked. She hums, “do you like her?” She asks bluntly, if you had water in your mouth you likely would have spit it. You embarrassedly fumble your words before saying “m..maybe..”

🌾 - “I didn’t mean romantically but that answers my next question,” she teases. “Would you like some advice, little soldier? I can see it within you that you are directionless and confused.” She says as you begin walking up the steps. You nod silently. “Though it may not seem like it, she’s being possessive of you. Beasts like i tend to be territorial at times, especially when another is threatening whats theirs. For example, you may not want to be escorting me until you’ve proven your complete loyalty.” She explains with a smirk, you evaluate your decisions. “Should i…?” You trail off. “You don’t need to open the door for me, i don’t want Mystic Flour to think I’m messing with her things.” She says while slipping through the entrance with a small giggle, the door closing in between you. Things?

🌾 - You return to where you were standing before. Eternal Sugar’s advice rang through your head, it made sense. All you had done was wear armor in her colors, talk to her and accompany her to this meeting. What battles had you won in her name? What intruders had you fended off? If you truly wished to stand by her side, you had to do something… The fact you were so different from her was not lost on you either. How could you ever earn her trust if you had died a hero fighting against her in the eyes of your kingdom?

🌾 - You stood for witches know how long, they really were taking their time in there. You admittedly were dozing off intermittently. Your eyes opened mid-rest, another sound from the woods made you perk up. Your mind told you it was the fifth beast, they weren’t here so it had to be them. They began to look around for any sign of another cookie, nothing. Your eyes fully opened and your shoulders rose, you looked around. You began to step forward into the path, searching for whoever was out there. It takes only a minute of walking to find them. Your eyes then lock with another, lurking in the shadows. You narrow your eyes, making it known you see them, and soon they reveal themselves.

🌾 - Within the building, Mystic Flour was sitting calmly on her side of the table. The conversation about what to do with their souljam holders had gone off rails about three times already. Burning spice almost turned it into a war room, Eternal sugar angered the other two by not hating Hollyberry, and Shadow milk was lying about how good it went and he “let pure vanilla get away”. Mystic Flour knew this would happen, she almost regretted bringing you. She was reassured that you weren’t encountering any issues due to your life slaving away at Dark Cacaos pointless wall. It was odd to her, many had lost their life trying to keep a suffering kingdom in a desolate place safe. They would continue to do so, and yet you would be the only one to reach the enlightenment that there was no point to it. That you were above that. You were raised so unfairly in her eyes, if not for her you would have never broken the cycle.

🌾 - She phases back into the conversation, her eyes had been resting on Silent Salts seat this whole time. She wondered what they were possibly doing that required such effort. Burning spice was currently proposing the idea that they should all collectively attack individual ancients kingdoms, of course starting with Golden Cheese. Shadow milk began to roll his eyes, “as if that’d work! The other ancients would just come to their aid, what killjoys.” He says tapping the arm of his chair with his fingers. “I wouldn’t want us all to attack Hollyberry anyway, i think i almost got her where i want her. She’ll be mine if i just-“ Eternal sugar said but was cut off by Burning spice and Shadow milk groaning. “Enough about Hollyberry!” They nearly say in unison, she wrinkles her nose.

🌾 - “We aren’t getting anywhere with this.” Mystic Flour states. “Your individual resentments are blinding you towards the goal.” Mystic flour says. “Tch, my sight is perfect, besides you just want to go see the soldier.” Shadow milk says making all the eyes that adorned him blink, now sitting sideways, legs hung over the side of one of the arms. Mystic Flour didn’t deny it, but this truly was going nowhere. “Eh, shes right unfortunately,” Burning spice leans back in his chair.

Cling

🌾 - Mystic Flour stops, sitting up slightly and turning her head. Metal had clashed against eachotherin the distance, had that always been there? “Silence,” she commands and the three stop and turn to her. There it was again, the sound of metal hitting each other. Wordlessly the four beasts arose from their seat and began to flock to the door.

🌾 - The figure emerged from the darkness of the woods, it was your king, Dark Cacao. You stiffen up, if not in fear then readying yourself. His gaze is harsh, but not only that he was accompanied by the two legendary split dragons. “Have you truly betrayed the Dark Cacao kingdom, soldier?” He asks, but it was a challenge. You knew there was an opportunity, to leave what you had just joined. To go home and proclaim you were forced to do everything. But you weren’t a liar, your plan was to pretend but now you were following whatever plan Mystic Flour had for you. “I will not be returning to the Cacao kingdom, and i ask that you turn away now so i am not forced to fight you.” You replied with volume, hoping someone may hear. You wouldn’t win against Dark Cacao, not with two dragons and not with his souljam still attached, but you had always been ready to die. At the wall, from the cold, or from starvation.

🌾 - Dark Cacao grits his teeth, “you would abandon your kingdom for a beast?” You stare, “i would.” You respond coldly. “Then let me speak with your master,” he steps forward making his intentions clear. You decide not to mention there are other beasts in there, letting him believe it was only her. You stand firmly, drawing your weapon. “I cannot allow you to do that.” You replied but he was already moving closer. “Step aside, traitor.” He commands but you are unmoving. “You know i will not,” you replied and raised your sword readying for an attack. And attack he did, “If you are so adamant,” he says and reels back before swinging at you. Your swords clash as dragons fly around over head.

🌾 - You were using the technique of your kingdom to fight him ironically enough. He gave you little time before he struck again, he hit so hard your entire body slid back with every attack. His entire black and white cloak flew up as he did. You were beginning to fear those dragons up above, they were readying for an attack you could not counter. You couldn’t focus on three targets at once, you slid far back after a particularly heavy attack. “This battle is unwise!” He yells, but seeing you about to answer he instead calls the dragons upon you. Pointing his sword they rush forth, you put your arms up and brace for impact.

🌾 - The attack never came, you open your eyes to see Nutmeg Tiger holding one down, the other seemed to have taken a blow to the head by Candy Apple. Black Sapphire called out to you, now on the battle field. “We got the lizards you handle him!” You were touched to say the least, you didn’t know their names, your only words towards them were snarky but through a common goal they were defending you. You didn’t need to be told twice, you charge at him. He blocks, the metal sliding against eachother. Out of the corner of your eye you saw the others keeping the dragons at bay, but also other cacao soldiers exiting from the brush. Your focus was on him though, they could handle the others. You take a risky shot and aim for his belly which he blocks again and gets a hit on your shoulder, piercing in between the armor plates making you yell out. You aren’t allowed a break though, you immediately block another attack, jam dripping down beneath the cloth and dough stinging.

🌾 - He prepares another slash, you hop away as he misses. You continue this dance leaving a trail of jam where you went. The continuous dodging and blocking makes him attempt an attack the left him open, the air whooshed past your face. You then stabbed him in the side, likely missing vital organs but sure to bleed. You pull back as he lands another hit on the side of your chest. You yell out in pain, then step back again. You catch a glimpse of the others. Candy apple running the white dragon around the trees like she was trying to tie it into a knot, Nutmeg tiger and Black Sapphire both fighting the black dragon head on while facing soldiers. You weren’t sure how much longer you could fight, he was like an unstoppable force, he would remain standing despite his injuries.

🌾 - Your legs began to shake, he was panting. “We stayed in beast yeast because none of us believed you were truly dead. Because no one gets left behind. You fought valiantly for the Cacao kingdom! How dare you betray your people!” He exclaims. “Because here i have influence! I will not die another nameless warrior!” You yell before swinging at him with everything you had left, swords clashing loudly. The impact made you fall on your back, he didn’t hesitate to land a final blow which you blocked with your sword. It gave you enough time to worm out from underneath him. But because of you trying to get up, it allowed him to strike you hard against the center of your torso between armor. Blood slung out to the side as you hit the ground again. And still, even as red stained your grey and gold armor, even as your vision began to fade,

you still reached for your weapon.

🌾 - “Stay down, soldier.” He says and begins to walk in the direction of the building, more begging you to. “I do not wish to take your life.” He continues, one hand holding his side. You begin to stand again, “do not be merciful, i have been ready to perish for a long time,” you rasp now limping after him. He turns around, he opens his mouth to speak but is cut off by the sound of heavy foot steps. He begins to turn around, as if your life had suddenly been plunged into slow motion you see a mighty yellow, red axe rise above and instinctively jump to the side out of the way fearing it would fall on you. As it strikes the ground the path in front of it cracks and sets ablaze. And wielding the weapon? None other than the beast of Destruction.

🌾 - You’re unsure whats compelling you to do so, but you ready your stance again, earning a look of admiration from Burning Spice. “Lets see how your resolution fares against MY DESTRUCTION!” He yells, but perhaps prioritizing his subjects safety over victory. He makes a gesture which sends the dragons to save the soldiers he sent out and leave the scene. “We shall see soon enough, Beast.” He practically spits before leaving, shielded by the darkness.

🌾 - Only now does the adrenaline begin to wear off, you lean over a bit and hold your stomach with your free hand. Like an angel, Mystic Flour approaches while Burning Spice laughs, Nutmeg tiger who now earned a few more injuries joined his side. “You fought like a spice!” Burning spice hits your shoulder in a friendly way. “Th-thanks..?” You replied, your nose was now bleeding for some reason. Mystic Flour places one arm under yours to keep you upright. His general speaks after, “we- as in i and shadow milks underlings- overheard the conversation before the fight. Candy apple and Black sapphire will embellish the truth to appear better in their masters eyes but i will ensure that your story is told the way it should be, by a fellow warrior.” She says placing her hand to her heart, Burning spice grins. “Well said, Nutmeg Tiger.” He says, so that was their names.

🌾 - “Thats enough,” Mystic flour says. “This meeting is adjourned, we need time to think and recover.” She says and sheathes your sword for you. “Oh! Oh oh but i want to talk to the main characteeer!” Shadow milk floats in with a whiny voice, Eternal Sugar behind him. “Im not sure… how much talking i can do right now..” you blink to keep yourself awake, you couldn’t hear much over the pulsing in your ears. “Another time,” Mystic Flour says firmly as the two of you begin to turn to flour, you were heading back to the pagoda you assumed. Where ever she was taking you, it’d be better than dealing with the beasts while bleeding out.

🌾 - You arrive in the temple, the flour clouds settle around you. Cloud haetae turns the corner excitedly but stops as they look at you. “Take them to a room,” she commands. Cloud haetae nods and transforms into a large lion-dog like creature, tall and befitting of their prefix appearance wise. You lean against them, as you walk away you notice her entire shoulder covered in red. “Don’t worry, when i get scrapes Master always heals me!” They say, you nod weakly and begin to slow down unable to walk at their pace. “Buuut maybe this is worse than when i get hurt playing!” They say and pick you up in their big mouth by the chest plate, almost like a kitten.

🌾 - You’re taken to a bedroom, then for the first time all day you’re allowed to sit down. Cloud Haetae de-transforms. “You look like you fought someone tough! Who was it? I bet it was Burning Spice- oh! Or a dragon!” They say as you remove the plates of armor. “No.. but they were there…” you say, its nice that Cloud Haetae completely forgot they were leading you to your potential death just a day ago. The door opens, you both look over with differing levels of energy. Mystic flour stands with her flowy outer robe and veil removed which had been tainted by your jam. “You may leave now,” she says to Cloud haetae. “Yes master!” Cloud Haetae says and shuts the door behind them leaving you two alone in the quiet room.

🌾 - she glances over your red-stained tunic then begins to use her hands to have you lay down, unbuttoning your tunic. If you weren’t without jam you’d be blushing. You tend to do that a lot here for some reason. You slip your arms through the sleeves. “You knew there were four beasts within yet you still fought him, why?” She deadpans, you aren’t sure if she’s actually interested or trying to keep you talking while she heals you. You focus on what she’s doing for a second, her hand hovers over the wound in your torso. All the jam pooling around the wound and the cracks in your dough seemed to mend, turning white before blending with your body leaving only a light mark in your skin. “I wanted to prove myself,” words slip from your mouth. Her hand stops, twitching in response before moving to the next injury. “You were about to die, it was foolish what you’ve done.” She replied, her hand now on your side.

🌾 - You wince. “Your pain is only proof.” She continued. “The pain is nothing,” you say through gritted teeth. She sighs, then moves onto the last injury. “You may stop your attempts at impressing me, battling one you know you will not defeat is pointless, its suicide.” She scolds in that deadpan voice, you stare down. “Im sorry,” you mutter. A beat of silence falls upon you, your wounds are now all tended to. She places a hand on your lower chest, about where your ribs end, to keep your back against the bed, “it was foolish, but i.. appreciate you want to protect me.” She murmurs, her face hovers above yours with eyes just barely open, her free hand on your chin. You’re left speechless, but she doesn’t allow you to come back from that. She leans down and places her lips against yours, gently. Theres no force, you lean up into the kiss with your eyes closed. Your hand comes to her hand on your chest, placed over the back of her palm. Your heart was definitely pounding, she could definitely feel it.

🌾 - You had your doubts, faith anything but untested today. Your plans had completely been toppled, but this had made those thoughts leave. The idea you were a traitor was no longer weighing you down. Even when she pulled away and returned to her normal stiff stance with eyes closed telling you to get rest, you felt fine. You felt as though you had meaning, you weren’t expendable anymore, someone cared.

#black Sapphire absolutely was eaves dropping on esc and reader btw #can i be honest? mfc and reader were originally gonna smash in this chapter as a like proving loyalty thing #i know admitting that is gonna get me at least 6 anons in my inbox #Y/N crank dat soulja boy #crk #crk x reader #x reader #crk x you #mystic flour cookie x reader #beast cookies #SoundCloud #bsc to Y/N: YOU AIGHT APATHY BOY /ref

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mage-ical-character-person · 7 months ago

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Why does he tell the player this. AND NOT HIS BIZZZYBOYS?? His boys are so scared…

Spoilers. And rambling

Shouldn’t it be the other way around if he wants us to “leave it to the professionals”? Wouldn’t it be better if he let us be afraid and not his boys?

Why does he tell the Godpoke at all? Isn’t sowing seeds of doubt and distrust the whole point of what he’s doing? He wants the player to stay out of his way and telling them stuff like this seems counterproductive. He could’ve not told us that without looking suspicious, he’s definitely got the plausible deniability on this one. No one’s seen Cobigail in years. Even she doesn’t remember for certain if she eats people or not.

SHE DOESN’T REMEMBER! Gosh, just… her genuine self-doubt over this. She’s pretty sure she doesn’t eat people… but what if they’re right, what if she is a monster? This bit breaks my heart, poor Cobi

I wonder if having her question herself that way was part of the plan.

ANYWAY! Inspekta could’ve easily told the player he doesn’t know if the blood sacrifice stuff is true or not, but considering the other letters it’s probably part of “King’s” plan, and that he and his boys are looking into it and the Godpoke should stay out of it until they know things are safe.

Again. Cobigail is not doing herself any favors. And again, Inspekta has the plausible deniability, and isn’t creating distrust towards the other gods the whole point of his plan?

She is NOT helping her case.

MA’AM!! I love you so much but you are making yourself look very guilty as far as the whole blood sacrifice thing goes. I AM TRYING TO CLEAR YOUR NAME RIGHT NOW MA’AM AND. YOU’RE REALLY NOT HELPING

She even says it’s an understandable mistake to make. (After all the trouble that lie caused her… Cobi, how are you so sweet and understanding?) Inspekta could’ve played dumb. I guess his pride wouldn’t allow that, and he just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make King look bad.

Or maybe a part of him recognized that he went a little too far with that one. Cobigail isn’t really a threat to him the way he perceives the other gods to be. And accusing her of blood sacrifice when she’s already been isolated for 20 years is disproportionately harsh compared to like… forging a breakup letter and sabotaging a roundabout love confession. (If you could even call it that. Those two probably would've went at least another century without admitting their feelings without Inspekta's meddling prompting the Godpoke to slap Clicky in the face with it)

Anyway now I’m imagining Hector apologizing to her after the events of the game and her responding with a similar “I can see how you would get that confused” and uh Hector saying like, “No, Cobbie, I new yew we-aren’t a blood drink-her. I lied ‘bout yew”

and Cobigail just going like: Oh…. Oh! That was a good one, then! You even had me going for a bit there! and then she does her scary face at him and tells him to never do that again or she’ll barbecue him. And then she says she’s just messing around but seriously dial it back next time.

And I dunno something like how she responds to you throwing her own jumpscare prank back at her.

Wanna draw that now. But alas I have other projects on my plate at the moment

#I lover her so #*chatter chatter*#Great God Grove #Cobigail #Inspekta #Inspekta's plan frankly makes very little sense I don't think he's very good at this actually.#“Hey don't yew try to help da boys dey got it covered. Yew'll get in their way don't dew dat”#“Anyway here's directions to the place I don't want you to go to and all the facts on the case and...”#It's almost like he wants you to stop him.#It's why for most of the game I thought that Capochin just overheard him being insecure and was acting mostly on his own #but under the impression that this was what Inspekta wanted bc y'know lack of communication = big problems is kinda the whole theme #but no Inspekta just ordered his boys to cause the apocalypse #and didn't have any idea how to deal with opposition to that without giving himself away I guess #that or he's just genuinely taken a liking to the Godpoke and wants you on his side as his left hand man (Capo's already his right hand man #(He's god a lot of hands its fine Cappy's not gonna be jealous I prommy)#great god grove spoilers

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zepskies · 2 years ago

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Hii! Could I request Soldier boys reaction to his gf slapping his ass 😭😭 like he's just walks by her in the comfort of their own home and she just... does it

🤣🥴 LMFAO. Bless you for this ask, my dear. It turned into a full on "imagine" scene instead of just bullet points. (And I think you sent me another imagine! I'll work on that one next. 😘)

Here we go…

Word Count: 550

Imagine: Repaying him for a job well done.

He was just standing there, doing the dishes.

You didn’t know why you liked it so much. You had cooked, so it was only fair that he cleaned up the kitchen. (Or such was one of the ground rules you'd set when you two moved in together.)

Maybe it was because he was actually following said rule. Maybe it was because your boyfriend was washing a damn dish without you asking.

Maybe it was the exquisite ratio of broad shoulders, straining under his simple shirt, to a tapered waist and a pinnacle of strong, jean-clad legs.

“Hey, you got any dishes over there?” Ben called to you, over his shoulder.

You took that moment to drain the last of your wine glass with one bracing sip.

“Yep,” you said, popping the “P.”

But when you didn’t join him in the kitchen, Ben finally looked over at you. His brow shot up when you raised the glass, twirling it around from your recline on the living room couch.

“You really expect me to go over there and get it?” he said.

“Please?” You wiggled your bare toes on the couch and held onto your throw blanket. “My lower back hurts…you know, from all those hours I put into making a loving, home-cooked meal.”

Ben shot you a look of annoyance. You gave him a pair of imploring doe eyes; you both knew it was an act, but somehow, it still worked on him…most of the time.

Your mouth twitched at a smile when he finally came over to grab your glass. He plucked it out of your hand with a shake of his head. (And a look on his face that said you were lucky beyond fucking belief that he put up with you.)

So when he turned to leave, you really couldn’t help yourself.

You leaned over and gave him a nice smack on the ass for his efforts.

Ben was surprised enough to stop short. His hand flinched on reflex, actually cracking the wine glass. It was just a fraction of his super strength, but the glass soon shattered over his hand and onto the hardwood floor.

His hand was fine, of course, but his brows furrowed as he tried to comprehend what the hell just happened.

You bit your lip, but a snort of amusement still escaped. Ben slowly turned to you.

“Fucking proud of yourself, are you?” he asked, with a wry raise of his brow. Still his lips threatened to curve upwards.

“A bit, yeah,” you admitted. Your little smirk made his green eyes narrow.

“Okay,” he nodded. Then he turned and swiftly yanked the throw blanket off your body, before all but tackling you onto the couch.

You squealed and pushed at the iron wall of his chest, but it didn’t make a damn difference. Ben trapped you underneath him, caging your hips between his thighs, and sunk a firm hand in your hair.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, sweetheart,” he said. His voice was gravel and sin, and it made a pleasant tingle run down your spine. You still had the audacity to smirk in his face.

“Who says I can’t finish it?” you quipped. Your nails dragged down his chest teasingly, all the way to his belt.

Ben huffed. “We’ll just fucking see, won’t we?”

He then captured you with a searing kiss that made your toes curl.

AN: I love doing these SB imagines/headcanons! 😘

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