#munches a choco chunk cookie

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( YOU DO THIS OVER THESE FRESHLY BAKED COOKIES )

( YOUR SAUCINESS RUINS THEIR SWEETNESS )

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Hello, can I have The Three Sisters x Male or GN Reader please? (Platonic for Pudding á la Mode Cookie) Thank you, and remember to take care of yourself!

-Akbrain

Three Blades, One Heart

Choco Drizzle x Green Tea Mousse x Pudding à la Mode (platonic) x GN!Reader 

The wind howled through the frozen cliffs of Crispia, each gust slicing like a knife against your cheeks. You tightened your scarf and trudged forward, boots crunching over the snow.

“You’re late,” came a cold voice. From behind a jagged outcrop, Choco Drizzle emerged—sharp as ever, both in gaze and presence. Her massive sword rested on her back, yet you could feel the weight of her scrutiny pierce you sharper than any blade.

“I brought supplies,” you replied, lifting the heavy bag over your shoulder. “And sweets… don’t glare at me like that. You know Pudding would cry.”

Choco Drizzle’s eyes narrowed. “She doesn’t cry. She explodes things.”

“Same difference,” another voice chuckled. Green Tea Mousse dropped from a ledge above, one shield slung casually over her shoulder. “You’re braver than you look, sneaking through all that security. What was it this time—guards? Wolves? Sweet cream golems?”

“Three guards,” you answered with a shrug, “and one very confused snowman.”

Green Tea Mousse let out a bark of laughter. “You’re getting good at this. You sure you’re not a criminal too?”

Before you could answer, a mechanical whirrrr filled the air.

“GUNS OUT!!” came the shrill scream.

You barely turned in time to be tackled to the snow by a blur of fluff and pink lasers.

“PUDDING!” you yelped, face planted against the frost. “YOU CAN’T JUST—”

“Sugar levels critically low! Must. Consume. Marshmallows!” she announced in a monotone panic, already rummaging through your bag like a raccoon possessed. “Ah! Emergency frosting detected.”

Choco Drizzle sighed. “You’re going to give them a concussion one of these days.”

You finally wriggled free as Pudding á la Mode Cookie munched happily on a marshmallow, her cannons humming softly in standby mode. She nuzzled against your leg like a cat and looked up with unsettlingly starry eyes. “Friend unit… you’re back.”

Your heart melted a little.

“I told you I would be.”

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The four of you gathered around the small cave fire, shielded from the worst of the cold. Green Tea Mousse was lounging like royalty on a pile of stolen rugs, casually juggling a chunk of bread. Choco Drizzle stood with arms crossed, staring at the flames, while Pudding curled into your lap like an oddly warm laser turret.

“Any sign of the master’s next order?” you asked after a moment.

Choco Drizzle shook her head. “Only static. Radio silence for days now. Something’s wrong.”

“I bet they ditched us,” Green Tea Mousse muttered. “Tired of paying our sugar bills.”

“Well…Whatever happens, I’m not leaving you guys. Orders or no orders,” You said firmly.

Choco Drizzle glanced at you from the corner of her eye. “…Why? You could be living a normal life.”

You looked around at the three of them. Outlaws. Killers. Sisters forged by something broken. And yet—

“Because I chose you,” you said. “And someone has to make sure you don’t eat dynamite again, Pudding.”

She tilted her head. “It was shaped like a lollipop.”

“I rest my case.”

Green Tea Mousse cackled, even as Choco Drizzle looked away, the faintest ghost of a smirk curling at her lips.

Maybe you weren’t like them. Maybe you didn’t belong in this wasteland, with criminals and sword-wielding maniacs and candy-loving laser babies.

But you were here. And you were staying.

No matter how cold it got.