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nine-of-words · 8 months

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Something Borrowed (Part One)

M Gargoyle x M Reader

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Wordcount: 3486

Content Warnings: Discussion of a Breakup

I think this might be the closest thing to a romcom I've ever written, so that should inform what this one's going to be like.

You’re cursed to be alone.

You wake up, alone. You do your job, alone. You eat raw cookie dough in your pink silk pajamas while curled up in bed as you watch your programs, alone. Then you go to sleep, alone.

Everything- alone.

You’ve nearly gotten used to it. Accepted it. Welcomed it, even.

It's certainly easier to not have to constantly worry about another person's feelings or needs.

Some people are just meant to be alone.

Though, you never imagined you’d be one of those people…

You let out a long, dreary sigh as you pick up another glob of buttercream frosting on your offset spatula and smear it in a practiced movement against the side of the cake on the counter in front of you.

…It’s really not all that bad, you reason as a small smile finds its way onto your face.

There’s always cake.

Today is more of the same. Another slow-paced and quiet Tuesday morning like any other for your modest, but cozy little bake shop.

…Or at least it was.

The bell above the door jingles sharply, announcing a customer. You look up from the frosting job you’re working on, chasing the sullen quality from your person.

“Good moooorning!” A small, perky, business-casual clad faun says in a chipper sing-song, shattering the peace of the empty shop by calling out to you before you even have a chance to put on your customer service face and greet them. They quickly make their way over to the counter, their hooves clicking on the tile. They produce a lanyard-bound ID from their vest pocket and present it to you. “I’m an investigator with the mana bureau.”

The small picture does indeed show the person before you, clearly trying to hold back a smile for a neutral, bureaucratic photo.

Kirkja Papadakis-Kierkegaard,

3rd level Mage-Investigator,

Certified Cursebreaker.

“Oh- Um, Hello. What can I do for you, Investigator…” You tilt your head at their ID, trying to reason out how to pronounce their last name without slaughtering it.

“Just call me Kirby! Everyone does!” They laugh, and after they give a cursory glance around the shop to ensure there’s no other customers, they continue; “I have some things I’d like to chat with you about! Is now a good time?”

“Sure, it's as good a time as any.” You smile wryly and motion to the bakery case. The first thing you learned growing up in your small, rural village's only bakery is that baked goods are an excellent ice breaker for nearly any social situation. “…Can I get you anything? Complimentary, of course.”

“Um. Yes???” Kirby basically scoffs, and you see the familiar glazed look in their eyes that you so often see in customers as they lean over the case. "That one."

They point to a pastel pink-blue swirled crown of frosting with a puff of spun sugar nestled in the center.

"Candy floss? Good choice. I'm testing this flavor out, so you'll have to let me know if you like it." You turn to grab a small plate from the rack behind you. "You can sit at the counter if you'd like."

"Don't mind if I do." Kirby lifts themselves up onto the bar stool with a grin.

After plating their cupcake and setting it in front of them, you pull up your own beat-up wooden stool you keep behind the counter and take a seat across from them. There’s no customers to assist right now and you don’t have any tastings scheduled until later this afternoon, so you might as well make yourself comfortable. You can always do the tasks you had planned later- one of the perks of being your own boss, you suppose.

“So. I’m here about a string of mishaps of magical origin that have happened across several weddings in the area.” Kirby starts, peeling off the paper and happily taking a large bite out of their cupcake. “Mmph- They all involved the wedding cake. As it would happen, my investigation so far turned up the only thing the couples involved all had in common was that they had gotten their wedding cakes from you.”

"Me…?” You say incredulously. “What could’ve happened?"

"Cakes exploded." Kirby says as elegantly as possible through a mouthful of cake and frosting.

“They exploded…?” You say, aghast, looking directly at the potential explosive in their hand. “And you’re sitting here eating one?!”

“Don’t worry about it! We’re not at a wedding.” Kirby says with a little chuckle, but it reassures you little. “Plus, I’d know if this bad boy was going to magically explode, for sure.”

“Oh no, that’s…” You cover your mouth with your hand as the information sinks in. It didn’t occur to you that a curse was something that could spread. You'd hate to think that you were passing on this misfortune to your customers, even the more difficult ones. “You don’t think… Are curses actually contagious? I’d feel terrible…”

"Sometimes. It’s complicated. Do you mind if I do a quick reading?”

“Ah, no. Go… right ahead?”

You’re not exactly sure what a magical audit entails. Being a numan, magic is a force that generally doesn’t directly touch your life often, outside of being in periphery to it on a daily basis.

“Great.” They put down the cupcake.

Kirby closes their eyes and stays quiet and still, which despite you not knowing them very long at all, seems to be starkly at odds with their usual demeanor. The only movement they carry out is bringing their hand up to hold the bolo tie at their neck.

You can swear that you feel a small thrum in the air - but knowing you have no capability for feeling energy magic yourself, you think you may just be imagining it.

And then, after a few more moments of slightly awkward silence; it’s over, just like that. All in all, it’s a rather underwhelming affair.

"Wowie, it's a shame, this shop is so cute but the vibes are waaaaay off! Magically speaking, that is. The decor is immaculate.” They finish fiddling with their bolo tie and open their eyes, a neon cyan hued glow fading from their irises. “I could tell from the moment I walked in something was funky, but this is just… Oof."

“That doesn’t sound like particularly good news.”

“It could be worse! But you have… hmmm, how to put this without it sounding scary…” They say as they pick their treat back up in one hand, and wiggle their finger at your general person with the other. "You’ve got a big glob of nasty energy hanging out all over you. Centered in your chest area.”

“Ah, that’d probably be because I’m cursed.” You say, matter-of-fact.

"That’s sure what it looks like! ” He says in a surprisingly bubbly tone, despite the worrying subject matter. “Don’t worry. Curses are my speciality, so I’ve got you. We just have to get to the bottom of things, and I can help get rid of it!”

“That would be lovely.” You say sheepishly. “How can I help?”

“Why don't you tell me a little about how an average day goes here?" They pull out a pen and a notepad from their bag. You lace your fingers together on the counter in front of you, trying to resist the urge to chew your nails down from the nerves.

You recount out loud your day so far: You came down early, baked off some of your batters, and while they were cooling you started a fresh batch of your signature buttercream. Not too sweet, just right. You piped a batch of cupcakes to add to the case, double checked your pars for the day, and wrapped delicate little treat boxes with fancy little bows for display.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Hmm. That sounds very picturesque, but none of that particularly screams 'OOOH NOOO I'M CURSED!!!' to me." They fiddle with the pen between their fingers in thought. “Usually there’s more… overtly magical disturbing spooky things, y’know. Blood seeping from the walls, unexplained patches of goo, disembodied cackling skulls… that sort of thing! Almost like a haunting.”

"No, nothing like that."

"Nothing at all? With this level of energy around here, I'm surprised you're not having constant poltergeist activity."

"Apologies. I'm afraid my life is a bit dull."

“Oh, don’t feel like you have to apologize! If anything, it's nice to have a curveball every now and then. Any little thing you can tell me might help, even if it doesn’t seem important at first."

You wrack your brain, working your hands on the hem of your apron, trying to jog your memory.

"I suppose there could be some wee things. Sometimes things seem to get lost or moved to places I didn't put them. Or… when I'm closing the shop down for the night, I'll feel dread like I'm being watched, even though I know I'm alone… I chalked it up to being forgetful and sad."

"Hmm. Forgetful- sure, happens to everyone." They click the pen top on the counter rhythmically. "But what's there to be sad about?"

"Er…" You hesitate. Exactly how personal are you supposed to get here?

The last thing you want to do is pathetically dump your issues on a stranger that's forced to be here, just because you have no one else to talk to.

These days, you’re severely lacking in social support. You’ve lost all of your friends in the breakup, as if your ex had won custody of them. There’s always your family, and you call home often. But you can only say so much about how you’re feeling to them- your parents are getting up there in age, and you don’t want them to worry too much about you. Your sister may have single-handedly kept you sane during the worst of it, but you don’t want her to bear the full emotional burden. It doesn’t help that every single phone call has a segment asking when you’re moving back, either…

"I’m not here to judge, so tell me everything. Even if you’ve committed a crime! That’s not my jurisdiction, so I could care less,” He giggles brightly. “Unless your victim cursed you from beyond the grave - then maybe it is? If that's the case I’d have to make a few phone calls to find out.”

You let out a huff of a laugh. Their energy is infectious, but you’re immediately faced with a huge obstacle.

…Where do you even start?

How can you condense nearly a full year of heartbreak into a mere minutes-long explanation?

Somehow, you find your words.

“Everything was fine until I opened that letter,” You finally start. "After that, my entire life fell apart."

"Ah, now that sounds like something I can work with!" The faun starts hastily jotting down notes as you speak. "Do you know the sender? Do you still have the letter? What did it say?"

"No, I don't know the sender- and probably, but I’ll need to look through storage-" You begin fielding his rapidfire questions one at a time. "But to paraphrase: everyone who had a hand in their failed marriage would suffer like they did- that any love I had or will have from now on will wither before blooming.”

"Yikes. Sure sounds like a disgruntled ex-client would be the first place to look.”

“I… didn’t realize it would pass on to the wedding cakes I make…" You say, still absolutely gutted at the thought. “I hate to think something I made ruined someone’s wedding…”

“Hey, technically we don’t know if that's the case yet! It could all be a coincidence. But I'm guessing something happened to support the letter’s claim?"

"Yes." You clear your throat, trying to dislodge the sudden frog stuck there. "The day after I received the letter my… well. My ex-fiance left me with no warning."

"Oh no, I'm so sorry to hear that. Had you been together long?"

"Eight years. He was my first boyfriend after I moved here. It was so sudden… things were normal- they were perfect. Or so I thought... Then just like that… He was gone. And so were all of our plans… I had to cancel everything. No refunds of course, but it wasn't even losing all the gold that hurt. It was hellish." You let out a shuddering sigh, realizing you're going off on a tangent. "Sorry, I probably shouldn't be making this interview into a therapy session…?"

"You go right ahead and spill as much as you need. I love tea."

You don’t need more encouragement than that to take the rare opportunity to vent. You find you continue to blab long after Kirby has finished their cupcake, them listening along attentively and responding with support or disgust where appropriate. They’re listening so intently, you’re not in a hurry to stop yourself.

"...Then all of our friends sided with him. Or at least it felt that way, since they all seemed to fall off right after…”

"Oh, that is so uncalled for!” Their ears flick in shared indignance before a grin finds its way back on to their face. “Don't worry, you'll see enough of me during this investigation, I'll be your new bestie by time we're done here. Especially if there’s cake like this is involved, haha-"

You laugh and nod, despite being skeptical of that claim. You don’t really think you even remember what it feels like to have a mutually supportive friendship at this point, so while it would be nice… you’re not holding your breath.

With that, Kirby tells you that they’ll be back the next day to start combing through your past client files, reassuring you when you question if it’s safe to keep selling cakes in the meantime. Then, like that, they’re off. And just in time, too, as it’s just about the time that customers tend to start turning up, and you still have a cake to finish frosting.

Hours later, you're finishing tidying up the back for the night. The colors of the end of sunset are staining the back window already.

It's been a long, eventful, emotionally draining day. You certainly didn't expect to bare your deeply personal relationship trauma to a stranger today. Kirby was very kind about everything, but still…Then, you got hit by an unexpected rush, on top of that.

Though, you have to admit that it was nice, not only having some validation of your curse being a real thing that is affecting your life, but being given a small glimmer of hope that it may be curable.

Usually you would throw yourself into work and relish not having to think about what happened to you at all. So, while having to talk about it felt a bit like picking at the open wound- in a way, you feel a tiny bit lighter having spoken to someone about it, even if you know that feeling won’t last.

After all, you can already start to feel the heavy sense of loss settling back in now that you’re alone again, a constant weight on your chest.

You're more than ready to go upstairs, relax and turn your brain off for the evening. Perhaps watch a program with people even more woefully unlucky in love than you are. Even if you’re doing it by yourself…

You glance at the clock.

Just six minutes until close…

And of course, that's when you hear the telltale jingle of a waiting order go off.

You heave a sigh. Then you stand up straight and wipe your floured hands on your apron, putting a customer service smile on, despite the fatigue.

Walking out into the front of house, you see the culprit is already physically present.

A gargoyle man dressed in a fine suit stands near the self-ordering kiosk, checking the watch on his wrist. The pink silk paisley of his tie charmingly matches the blush sheen of the quartz horns protruding from the tawny stoneskin of his forehead.

Immaculate grooming. Good posture. Excellent sense of style.

Your love life may be an absolute trainwreck, but you’re relieved you can still recognize a handsome man when you see one, apparently.

"Hello there," You greet the well-dressed man in your shop, trying to keep voice sounding smooth and unfazed. "It'll only be a moment and I'll have your order together.”

“Hey, good evening. Take your time.”

A dazzling smile. And a nice voice too.

You’re slightly weak in the knees.

You’re suffering as you meticulously pick his order out of the case, trying to convince yourself that you’d be this picky and only selecting the nicest looking cupcakes for any customer, not just the ones you find particularly attractive.

"Here you are, Carlyle, " You read his name off the screen and deftly seal up the bottom of the rosy pink paper box with a strip of tape before setting it back on the counter. "Can I get you anything else?"

"No, nothing more for me. Then again-" He squints at the chalkboard above you, and seemingly not finding the information he's seeking, adds: "Do you not serve coffee here…?"

"Ah, I'm afraid not. This is a cake shop, not really much of a cafe.”

“Too bad. It’s likely going to be an all-nighter, so I thought I’d get a pick-me-up beforehand.”

“Well- are you in a hurry?" You have a wild idea, and speak before thinking twice.

"I could not be." A small smirk plays on his lips, and his deep brown eyes glint with curiosity piqued. "It depends on the reason."

"Alright, you sit tight for a moment, will you? I'll be right back."

You duck into the back and up the stairs to your loft flat, and in a whirlwind prepare a regular cup of coffee in your single-serving machine. You blaze through the motions, muscle memory from going through your morning routine in a half-asleep haze shining through. You grab whatever mug is closest at hand and stare down the machine while it whirs and grinds, willing the two minutes to pass faster.

You hustle back down the stairs, pausing at the bottom landing to take a deep breath before emerging into the shopfront once more.

"Hope you don't mind storebrand," You lilt and slide the steaming mug over the counter to him, handle pointing towards him. "Be careful please, it's quite hot."

"Ah, it smells good." You cringe as he immediately takes a long sip from the still surely boiling hot beverage, before remembering a gargoyle's temperature tolerance is much different than your own. "I really appreciate it. However…"

You tilt your head slightly, waiting for Carlyle to finish voicing his concern.

"Is your partner going to be okay with me using this mug?"

"My- wha- huh?" You babble in confusion before realizing that he's turned the mug's design to face you to illustrate his point.

WORLD'S BEST BOYFRIEND, the well-loved mug reads, the hand-glazed font bordered by multiple pink hearts.

Trevor made you that mug years ago, and you can’t bring yourself to throw it out. It used to be your favorite… And even now, after everything, it's still apparently the one you subconsciously reach for.

Your hand finds your face in utter mortification. You barely muster the courage to peek through the crack in your fingers.

"Oh. Oh, gosh. I- That’s-" You stumble over your words further, still flustered when you lower your hand. Then, you settle on keeping it simple instead of going into your own personal tragedy too deeply. "No, I'm single."

"Hmm." Carlyle seems to at least have the sense of mercy to not pry further.

"W-Would you like cream or sugar?" You swiftly and blatantly change the subject. You can feel that your cheeks and ears are burning up. "Those I definitely have down here…"

"No, I prefer it this way. This is going to sound odd, all things considered, but I'm actually not a fan of sweets."

"Oh? But-" You pointedly glance at the box of cupcakes you just packed.

"I know, I know. It's for the rest of the team." He shrugs, shoving his free hand in his pocket and swirling the coffee in the mug like he's a sommelier. "It's been a difficult case, so I thought everyone could use a treat, then I somehow got roped into pick-up duty as well."

"I see…very kind of you. But why here, then?"

"The ladies are all crazy about this place." He grins. "Though now, I see why. Excellent service."

You can't help but smile at the praise. Thank heavens for Welp.

"So, what more do I owe you for this?" He gestures with the nearly empty mug.

"Oh, nothing! Consider it complimentary." You lean on the counter playfully. "But maybe you could come back sometime? I love a good challenge- and I bet I could find something sweet that you do like."

"Hahah- challenge accepted, then."

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canyouimaginethatstory · 5 years

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Gabriel X Reader Imagine #7 (REQUESTED)

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You were walking in a park when you heard a flutter of angel wings and smelled the faint scent of candy. "Heya sugar," Gabriel greeted you with a hug from behind.

"Hey my sugary angel," he greeted back.

"What's my beautiful cupcake doing her all by herself?" he asked.

"bored really,". you answered.

"Oh," he said, "well are you hungry?".

"I could eat," she said, "why?". He smiled and held onto you tight and fluttered off. You looked around once the small moment of dizziness passed. You were in a flower grove. So many different colored flowers surrounded you.

"Come on cookie," he said taking your hand and walking through an archway of tree-like plants with purple and white flowers growing from them. When you reached the end you were in part of the groove with patches of multi-colored flowers everywhere.

"What's here?" you asked. Gabriel smiled and snapped his fingers and a picnic blanket with a basket, wine, and two glasses appeared. Gabriel smiled wider at the look on your face.

"A picnic here?" you asked and he nodded, "you're beyond sweet my sugar angel,". You kissed his cheek and he lead you to the blanket. He helped you sit down and sat down beside you.

"Let's see what treats we have," he said opening the basket. You weren't shocked at all to see a tray of brownies and a bunch of different candies in the basket. Gabriel poured you each a glass of wine. You two enjoyed the treats and talked. You always felt perfect around the archangel. Like you could be yourself and he would still love you. After you had your fill of food you picked some flowers close by as Gabriel talked and started to twirly them tightly together making sure not to rip off any of the flower heads.

"What are you working on?" Gabriel asked. You smiled as you finished and turned to him holding up a flower crown.

"A beautiful flower halo for my beautiful angel," you said placing it on his head. He smiled and posed.

"How do I look?" he asked. You giggled.

"Like my gorgeous guardian angel," you said. He smiled and leaned over kissing you softly. He picked a flower and twirled the stem of it around into a circle big enough to fit your finger.

"Close your eyes?" he said. You did. It was or now never. He snapped his fingers, "Ok open them,". You did and your eyes went wide. Gabriel was holding up a beautiful diamond ring.

Y/N," you started, "in my very long life I've never met anyone like you. I love you, please marry me,". You teared up.

"YES!" you managed to choke out as he slid the ring on your finger and held you close as you shared a loving kiss.

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chelsfic · 6 years

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Chasing Sweets; Hux x Reader AU 2/?

A/N: Um... I think I’m going full on Hux and Phasma BFFs. Which...now that I’m reading the Phasma novel is so supremely OOC for her...um, but I don’t care.

PART 1

The thing is...no one has ever flirted like that with him. The girl is… clearly beneath him. And her ideas about the First Order are almost treasonous. But...no one has ever flirted with him so openly and without guile or ambition. He’s used to elegant whores fawning on him for his creds. He’s used to the imperial dainties pushed at him by his relatives. They all want something from him: money, status, power. This girl just seemed to...fancy him.

It is endearing. That’s why he decides to visit the bake shop again. It’s been two months, for all he knows the girl won’t remember him. It doesn’t matter in the slightest, he’s just satisfying his curiosity. That’s what he tells himself as the door chime rings and he steps into the sugar scented air of the bakery.

You spend the first few nights after your meeting watching out for a tall, handsome officer with flaming red hair. When he doesn’t appear you figure his leave ended and you won’t see him again. You breathe a bittersweet sigh as you arrange cupcakes and scones, but you reason that it’s for the best. You kind of made an ass out of yourself in front of him. You...basically insulted the First Order while simultaneously flirting ridiculously with him. What did you expect? He’d rush in and declare his love?

A week goes by and you determine to cast the memory from your head. Still, every once in a while you’ll remember something particularly embarrassing that you said and a grimace of phantom humiliation will arrest you momentarily. One night a couple of rowdy First Order types come in when you’re about to close. You offer them the pick of what you have left, discounted, and watch as they make their decisions.

“Come on Rayfe, I’d like to make it Matron Jakki’s before the good ones are all gone!” one of them gripes while Rayfe lingers over the eclairs. You cringe at their crassness and just start to box up the lot for them. The quicker they’re gone the quicker you can close up and go home.

They pay and start their meandering way out of the shop.

One of them grumbles in what you presume is meant to be an amorous manner, “Can’t wait to get my hands on Bethy’s round little…”

The other one guffaws and responds, “I’m just glad to be free of that great Ginger asshole, Hux! Finally have some fun…”

They wander out and you’re left standing behind the display counter frozen in place. Hux. That’s the First Order’s top general, right? The angry guy who’s always shouting in all his speeches? Did he have red hair? He couldn’t be...You feel a tremor in your hands as you dig around in a drawer and pull out your beat up old data pad. It takes a few minutes but you pull up a grainy visual feed of one of General Hux’s speeches. And...yeah. It’s Armitage...your ginger-haired, shortbread crush.

Yikes.

***

It’s a blessing that you’ll never see him again. How are you supposed to behave around a man like that? He’s rumored to be vicious and unforgiving. You’re lucky he didn’t put you under arrest for the things you said about his speeches. Now you can just go on with your life, making delicious treats for the rich and famous.

And then he walks into the shop. It’s near closing so he’s once again the only patron. You freeze behind the counter, eyes wide as saucers and mouth agape.

“Oh,” you say, intelligently. “It’s you. Um, hi.”

Armitage laughs lightly under his breath and approaches the counter, resting his large elegant hands on the glass.

“Hello, Y/N,” he greets. And then just stands there looking at you. Right. Conversation. That thing that used to come so naturally.

“Um… hi, Armitage. Hux! General, sorry. Should I, err...salute you or curtsey or something?” There it is. You knew you couldn’t lose your babble for long.

His smile wilts a little at your awkwardness.

“You can just call me Armitage, Y/N. Have you got any more of those cookies?”

“Cookies?” Oh! Right… “Cookies! Because...bakery. Yes, yes I do. Oh, wait, no, sorry! They weren’t selling so well and I didn’t know you’d be in so I didn’t prepare any. If you want I can make some right now while you wait. It’ll just be...uh, forty minutes or so…”

Armitage looks at you like you’ve grown another head and you realize you’re having a bit of a meltdown. It’s just… now that you know who he is, you cannot believe how disparaging you’d been about the First Order.

Without prompting, you launch into an apology, “And… I just want to say that I am so sorry about making fun of your speeches. Had I known...well, of course… but, you know I went back and listened to one again. *Not* scary at all. Actually I found it...awe inspiring, that’s the word. Very inspiring and...and moving and…”

Armitage sighs, digging his fingers into his temples as if to alleviate a sudden headache.

“Y/N?” he asks.

“Yeah?”

“Stop. You don’t need to pander to me, I’m not about to throw you in a cell. I came here for sweets! And...you seemed so irreverent when we met previously I really didn’t think I’d have to deal with this here…”

He turns to leave but you rush around the counter and put a hand out to stop him. Your fingers grasp the warm, heavy fabric of his jacket preventing him from leaving.

“I’m sorry, Armitage. Let me get you a cake or something, please. And if you really want to know...it’s not just you and your title...I’m always this awkward,” with that you give him your cheekiest grin. It appears to be your secret weapon because he gives in and lets you drag him into a seat near the counter.

“Now,” you say turning your back on him to examine your selection. “What do we have that’s worthy of the *great General Hux*”

You turn your head to give him a grin over your shoulder, letting him know you’re teasing. He harrumphs from his seat but sits politely while you hem and haw before finally selecting a sweet cake crowned with the most violently sparkly pink frosting Armitage has ever seen. You set it in front of him with a smirk.

“That is…” he trails off searching for a word, “beyond undignified.”

“Don’t worry,” you say, producing two forks from a pocket in your apron, “I’ll help you eat it.”

***

It’s a few hours later before the bell chimes again and Hux walks back out onto the street. He’s been sitting chatting with a treasonous baker and sharing a cake with her for the whole night. Phasma would be laughing her head off if she knew how foolish he’d been. He pushed the thoughts aside and proceeded down the street, unable to extinguish the smile on his face.

The comm link in his pocket buzzes and he reaches for it. A message from Captain Phasma wondering why it’s taking him so long to get to Matron Jakki’s. He stuffs the comm back in his pocket and hurries along the avenue. The night *is* still young and he really should keep up appearances. He can’t be seen to be visiting a leisure planet just to chat up a baker.

***

The next morning a knock sounds on his hotel room door far too early. He’s about to take off the head of whoever it is disturbing him when he opens the door to find an attendant standing there holding a delivery for him.

It’s a plain white box wrapped in twine. He takes it, shutting the door behind him and lifting a card from underneath the wrapping.

“To a very nice general.

With affection,

Y/N”

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brittle-doughie · 12 days

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HOLY NEW CROWNED CUPCAKE COSTUME REVEALED?!?!?!!

I dunno what to call it honestly... Bride of the Tower of Chaos? Harbinger's Bride? Something bride for sure

YOOOO-

Harbinger’s Bride (Epic)

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“When Earthbread’s beloved cookie fell into the ultimate dough, it had done little to sway Crowned Cupcake Cookie’s devotion to them. So much so that when word spread of a Harbinger Cookie leading the front of Dark Enchantress’s forces, she immediately knew it was them and took their side. Her love, already sickly sweet and dark, was only further deepened by her own beloved’s darkness. She now rules beside them as their bride, their happy Queen-to-be as she manages aspects of the Cake Army, adoring her Harbinger Cookie all the way. Some want to believe that the princess was corrupted and brainwashed, but Crowned Cupcake Cookie disagrees. She’s right where she wants to be…by Harbinger Cookie’s side in their kingdom of thorns. Forever and always….”

#brittle answers #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #cookie run #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom #cookie run kingdom x reader #cr kingdom #crowned cupcake cookie #crowned cupcake cookie x reader #crowned cupcake’s harbinger’s bride

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brittle-doughie · 8 days

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Out of curiosity, what would happen if Royal Icing and Crowned Cupcake started fighting over Y/n Cookie? I’m not sure what Royal Icing is capable of, but I’m absolutely sure Crowned Cupcake could sweep the floor with him!

Heyo to @mangomixu for the Royal Icing mention.

While yes, in terms of brutality, Crowned Cupcake is cold when it comes to her tactics. She could handle her brother herself, but she’s not dumb.

She knows how calculating and manipulative the prince can be, who’s not above planting proof of crimes she did (or did not) commit while making himself out to be the better cookie than her.

It can be Royal Icing staging a crumbling scene pointed at his sister. Or Crowned Cupcake poisoning the tea and swapping the cups around.

Either way, only one is coming out of this ordeal unscathed and able to marry Y/N Cookie.

#brittle answers #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #cookie run #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom #cookie run kingdom x reader #royal icing cookie #crowned cupcake cookie x reader #crowned cupcake cookie #royal icing cookie x reader

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brittle-doughie · 19 days

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Tbh, you gotta appreciate Crowned Cupcake Cookie's determination, among yn Cookie's admires there's dragons, ancient heroes, literal gods, legendary and ancient beasts that can and will erase you on the spot, yet she doesn't afraid. (I wonder if her insanity has to do with lack of fear and self-perservation)

They say love is a powerful weapon that can drive cookies to do what others wouldn’t normally do. (Nobody has said that, but Crowned still believes in it)

If she can’t fit the perpetrator in the dungeon, she’s perfectly willing to bring them down herself with her staff or sword that she’s oddly trained in using.

She isn’t afraid of any dragon if it meant you were on the line! She’s one of those “die standing rather than live kneeling” types! Except she’d much rather live so she can have a honeymoon with you!

#brittle answers #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #cookie run #cookie run oc #cookie oc #oc cookie #crowned cupcake cookie x reader #crowned cupcake cookie #brittle’s cookies

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brittle-doughie · 1 month

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OH GOD THERE'S TWO OF THEM

hiiii Brittle, its me, Blue Bird Anon! I come bearing gifts of cookie sprites! Crowned Cupcake Cookie (based on Runebrave's lovely design) and her brother of my own creation, Royal Icing Cookie. I had a lot of fun designing and drawing them so I hope you and everyone enjoy as well! (pssst also my art blog is scarabeeart ;3)

I saw an anon guess that Royal Icing was the pure opposite of his sister, and while that wasn't my original concept for him, I thought the contrast between the two would be a very funny idea hjggffg him being a totally normal, genuinely good guy while his sister is. like that.

But the idea I had for him was a classic prince charming, but with the levels cranked to 11. Brave, chivalrous, humble, generous, rides a white horse, he's got it all! All he wants is to sweep Y/N Cookie off their feet like in a romantic fairy tale and ride into the sunset for their perfect happily ever after together <3 May let the prince charming thing go to his head as he has a secret hero complex and will often put Y/N Cookie into danger purely just so he can heroically swoop in and rescue them. And while his sister is more physical with her use of force to chase away those who get too close to Y/N Cookie, Royal Icing is more manipulative and unhanded. Not above willing to plant fake evidence on other suitors and use it as a way to turn Y/N against them and only trust him. "These Cookies are merely trying to marry you only to claim the throne, they want to usurp you, your adviser is scheming and plotting against you" and all the other fairy tale tropes. Will never fess up to sneaking around because his perfect prince image is incredibly important to him. You trust him, right? He's your fiance! Your prince charming, your knight in shining armor. Of course he wouldn't lie to you <3

(hehe sorry for writing so much! I've been thinking about this for too long hjgfhjgf)

First of all.

That’s some damn incredible work you made here. You are getting a follow from me!

Crowned Cupcake now actually looks like canon compared to my more simple style! She’s even pulling a Cherry Blossom with that triangle mouth there!

Royal Icing too! He looks just as amazing, definitely the charismatic type that no cookie would doubt has a dark side to him! Both of them are just wonderfully done and I really appreciate you taking the time out of your day to do this!

I did think about Icing being exactly like his sister rather than being a kind soul, with him taking the more psychological approach rather then the brute forcing Crowned would do. He’s willing to play any card in his hand to turn it in his favor, even if it meant falsely accusing other cookies if it meant getting them of the picture.

You would trust him more at first. After all, he hadn’t done anything wrong to warrant any kind of suspicion on him! These liars can’t prove anything against your Prince, so you’ll take his side more often then not.

Overall, this is spectacular and I greatly appreciate the work that was done here!

#brittle answers #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #cookie run oc #cookie oc #oc cookie #royal icing cookie #crowned cupcake cookie #crowned cupcake cookie x reader

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brittle-doughie · 21 days

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Thinking about what would happen with Crowned Cupcake if certain cookies were the ones to "steal" us away. Specifically the cookies on the more powerful (and more evil) side of the spectrum.

Any opinions if it was Black Pearl or Dark Enchantress who "stole" us away?

(Also maybe Crimson Coral or Carmel Arrow, but that's mostly for self-indulgence reasons on my end)

Notice: Inbox is closed at the moment so I can make dents in the ask pile!

Crimson Coral always knew that Crowned was up to no good and took you in to protect you from her.

Within the water, Crimson has more of a fighting chance, but will severely be at a disadvantage if Crowned can get her out of the water. But Crimson isn’t one for backing down, she’ll keep fighting no matter what!

That goes double with Caramel Arrow Cookie. Her love for you is the most pure compared to Crowned and she’s determined to prove it in any way possible

No potentially murderous princess will stand in her way of sharing a path with you! Crack her dough all she wants, Caramel Arrow Cookie will fight until the end

#brittle answers #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #cookie run #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom #cookie run kingdom x reader #cr kingdom #crowned cupcake cookie x reader #caramel arrow cookie x reader #crimson coral cookie x reader

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brittle-doughie · 3 months

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Don't worry guys I can fix Crowned Cupcake Cookie, I can fix her /j

“I’m crazy about you, sweetie. There’s no fixing that!”

You try to fix her or she can make you worse. Only two ways about it.

She does simply adore that you’re giving her all of your attention by trying to improve her attitude! She can’t help but squeal about the fact that her prince/princess wished to spend whole weeks with her, complete with nobody around!

She understands that you had nothing but the best intentions for her and she appreciates that. You’re the only cookie she’ll allow within 90 meters of her except for servants or cookies of high importance.

Ignore the disappearances of your admirers, they probably got crumbled by beasts or something.

#brittle answers #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #cookie run #oc cookie #cookie oc #crowned cupcake cookie #crowned cupcake cookie x reader

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brittle-doughie · 22 days

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So what do you think will happen after Y/N Cookie and Crowned Cupcake Cookie's divorce?

Unlike Stella in HB, Crowned Cupcake will do everything she can to prove that her love for you is grand and genuine, but she might still hire bounty hunters, but more towards the ones she thinks are responsible for the divorce between you two.

#brittle answers #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #crk x reader #crowned cupcake cookie x reader #crowned cupcake cookie

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brittle-doughie · 4 months

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Taking a break from angst-time for some good Ole fashion family drama!

I'd like to request a scenario where a matriarch relative from Y/N's family roping them into an arranged marriage with an upper-class cookie (whoever it is up to you)

Said relative is introduced coming to the kingdom where they try to take y/n cookie to their would-be-fiance, only to notice a plethora of cookies either following, stalking, or budding in on their "familial reunion."

P.s. Hope your having a safe belated new year, brittle-doughie! Your the best

- 🥀 Anon

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Much appreciated, my dude. Arranged marriages pretty much spell disaster for the would-be spouse if you run a kingdom!

Crowned Cupcake Cookie, that was the name of the cookie in the photograph sent to you, the one you were apparently meant to be wedded with for the sake of “keeping the doughline pure”, as Sugar Cane Cookie, your family’s matriarch, would put it.

AN: Many thanks to Runebrave for massively carrying with the design, as you guys may know, I don’t have a single creative bone in my body lol

Your mother, Molasses Cookie, couldn’t be any more embarrassed that her side of the family is meddling with your personal life, wanting you to choose how you want to live it, wanting you to choose who you want to be with…but Sugar Cane Cookie insisted.

She was expected to arrive with Crowned Cupcake Cookie soon, which means having to break the news to your Cookie Kingdom before they did. They deserved to know…

You opened the door to your quarters to see Financier Cookie standing by, she gave a small bow to you.

“Y/N Cookie, I see that you are alright today. It gives me relief knowing that you haven’t gotten hurt.”

And it helps to know that a cookie like her is always keep watch over you, when she makes it to the schedule at least. Quite a number of cookies are always gunning to make your bodyguard spot such as Caramel Arrow or Raspberry Cookie, had to break up a few scuffles on occasion.

But that’s a topic for another day, you’d rather you give her the news of what’s to come..

You tell Financier Cookie to be ready, for your kingdom will have…important guests arriving soon..

“I’ll be sure to be on my best behavior and that will go for the other cookies. May I ask who these guests are?”

It will be your family matriarch, Sugar Cane Cookie…and your soon-to-be fiancé, Crowned Cupcake Cookie-

You see Financier Cookie stop in her tracks, a thousand yard stare straight ahead, as her grip on her sword shakes.

“….What?”

Now now, you know that sounds like a big shocker already, but it’s being forced upon you and you really can’t-

“A forced marriage…as if the circumstances can’t get any worse…”

You asked for her to please settle down, this was beyond your control once it was made known to be an order in your family!

Financier’s grip on her sword tightens up as she takes deep breathes, indicating the hidden rage that was boiling inside her

“Don’t worry about it, self-discipline is something I need to practice for anyway…just don’t expect me to be cordial with this…fiancé of yours if she steps out of line…”

If Financier could get like this, there’s no telling how the others will be…

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Jealousy is hitting Kouign-Amann Cookie when she learns of the news. What kind of cookies were your family to try and set you up with something arranged?! As opposed to..what your heart wants..

She can proudly boast that her skills as a Paladin exceeds what this visitor can do for you, anything crossing your path can just meet her sword! What can this visitor do? Because they probably won’t be able to do as much compared to Kouign!

Not giving up is also another part of being a Paladin! Nothing this newcomer can say or do will deter her at all, even if it ends up in a fight! Because Kouign is more than willing to put this cookie six feet under if they push their luck…

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Almond Cookie is on the case. Not only was this arranged marriage done without an agreement on your end, but you weren’t even on a first name basis with this other cookie? This has gotten him on high alert that required a whole lot of coffee, he’ll need it if he’s to dedicate his time to this problem.

He’ll be right there with you for when your arranged spouse has entered the station. The safety of the Cookie Kingdom’s ruler is of the upmost importance to everyone, including him. Especially him. He felt like being your barrier, the wall of protection that you can count on!

And..just reading on whatever files he can scrape on up on this Crowned Cupcake Cookie…he’ll definitely need to be on guard for whatever she has planned or would be ready to do. He’s more than happy to slap her in cuffs if she so much as LOOKS suspicious..

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Did this mean you won’t be able to come to her picnics anymore? You’ll be giving all your time to Crowned Cupcake Cookie?

It was a pretty unfortunate realization for Cherry Blossom Cookie, she felt like what you and her had was going pretty nicely. It just felt like a pain to her heart to suddenly lose that connection to a cookie she’s never heard about.

She can’t just deny your future spouse a picnic though. In fact…she very much would like to invite her to the best picnic! She promises to make Cupcake’s food R E A L S P E C I A L to commemorate the occasion. She’ll make it so good, it would be to D I E for…

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Your cookies could only internally cringe when Crowned Cupcake arrived on the train and was already hovering around you. She went on a long speech about the fairy tale romance of a princess meeting the one she loves being a reality for her. Financier’s self-discipline was TESTED with how much Crowned was putting her hands on you.

Almost as if she sensed it, Crowned Cupcake started to giggle, her back towards the envious crowd of cookies. She turned back towards them, with wide eyes and creepy smile, her right eye twitching.

“Oh? Am I sensing objections between me and my dearest being together…? If that’s the case…”

She put away her staff…before slowly pulling out a sword from behind her, with dry strawberry jam staining the blade, her smile growing more deranged.

“I’m more than happy to settle any differences. Dungeon or execution..? Hehe…”

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