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cookierunconfessionblog · 3 months

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This is sort of a response to the Clotted Cream is racist post here:

https://www.tumblr.com/cookierunconfessionblog/741277956145577984/i-cannot-be-the-only-one-who-thinks-its-weird?source=share

I cracked up laughing so hard at this because I genuinely want to know where they got these takes from?? I genuinely wondered if we were playing the same game and story? Because Clotted Cream Cookie does not do any of these things described or they view Clotted Cream in every possible light they could.

I think what the fandom doesn’t understand is that Elders are the ones who kind of let the rampant poverty continue? They build things around their wants the most. Like Clotted Cream is the counsul he has power but he still has to deal with people who may oppose his ideas. Also I’m assuming the racism is about the sea cookies and once again it’s not even Clotted Cream but the Elders being a bit prejudice towards them. Clotted Cream is literally allies with Oyster Cookie, and I don’t think he bothers caviar cookie, and that bit with Dark Cacao gagged me the most because I know you literally did not read or listen to Clotted Cream’s speech. He was talking about how he is concerned about the ancients being unwilling to give up their soul jam was suspect, and he brought up Dark Enchatress/White Lily as an example of an Ancient becoming corrupt. Like the fact you bring up dark Cacao’s “aggressiveness” first got me wondering where your brain had to dig that up and think that of a brown doughed cookie… but whatever am I right?

Anyway it’s valid to dislike Clotted Cream Cookie but not over BS reasons like this. Especially knowing you made half that shit up lol

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sugarcloudsky · 1 year

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Hi! Welcome to the cookie run x reader community! Here you'll find so many amazing fics, writers, and anons like myself! I am personally a big fan of cookie run x reader stuff and I saw you and thought I'd give you a request and see what your writing is like!

I noticed how you prefer writing for male characters and lucky for you...my top two favs are males lol! (Clotted cream and affogato!)

So I was thinking....may I request am affogato x a shy, sweet reader? Like the reader is an absolute bean?

Again, welcome and I hope you like the people and anon and other writers here!

「The Sweetest Medicine」

character: affogato cookie

wc: 1.1k

cws: none

first request done, i really hope you like it!! thank you for the kind welcome, i appreciate it >_< this rlly came out longer than i expected,,

Early morning hours were always a thing Affogato Cookie quite disliked. The bleary gray sky served to always dampen his mood, and he sometimes found himself longing for the day the Dark Cacao kingdom may just one day see a sunny morning. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. He was too tired to deal with that miserable excuse of a king today. For once, he just wanted to lay in bed all day. Oh, to be able to have an entire day to himself, being able to sit alone and eat all the sweet confectioneries he could ever want—

A knock at his door interrupted his fantasies.

“…Sir Affogato Cookie? Are you awake?”

Normally, he wouldn’t have sprung up from his soft mattress so quickly, but perhaps this case was a bit special. He quickly straightened his hair before replying in the same sugary voice the cookies of the kingdom was so used to hearing, “I’ll be right out.”

After a few moments of changing out of his sleep attire and fixing himself up, he slides open the door to his chambers. There, he meets you waiting for him. He carefully scans your figure, taking in your nervous body language. He watches as you entirely avoid eye contact with him, as well as noting that you are obviously hiding something behind your back with your two hands.

“My, my, quite the lovely sight, even in these early morning hours. What brings you to my chambers so early, hm?”

His compliment caught you entirely off guard, causing your face to burn and the speech you had planned in your head to completely dissipate. You try to speak, but the words are caught in your throat. The only thing that comes out is a quite frankly pathetic mess of words.

“I— You— F— Ah,” You stumble over your words, and your face burns even brighter when you hear him chuckle. Panic quickly enters you, is he already laughing at you?! Oh crumbs, this really was a bad idea. You pull one of your arms out from behind you, subconsciously try to hide your face in your hand in an attempt to calm yourself.

“Sorry, I—”

“Why don’t you come in, hm?”

“Huh?!”

You bite your lip in embarrassment at your loud exclamation. Other cookies who were roaming the halls of the citadel all turned to you, and at that moment you might as well have just melted into a puddle. Affogato chuckled again as he gently peels your hand away from your face. His hands cup your own as he softly pulls you into his bedchamber. You aren’t able to get a word in before you're standing in the middle of his room.

“What is it you wanted to tell me? You don’t have to worry about anyone else being around.”

You do not reply. You are frozen in place, unmoving. This isn't how you planned for this to go. All you wanted to do was give him what you made for him, and leave. That’s it. You didn’t expect to be standing in the middle of his bedroom alone with him. This is the worst possible outcome, you thought. How did it turn out this way?

He observes you closely, almost being able to hear the gears turning inside your head. He quietly sits on the edge of his bed, his eyes not leaving your stiff form. He clears his throat as a means to get your attention, and you jolt. Affogato pats the space on his bed beside him, beckoning you to sit next to him, and you hesitate.

“S—Sir, I really don’t think this is appropriate. I shouldn’t be in here so casually with you…” you fluster.

“Why so worried, hm? It’s just us in here. You can sit next to me as much as you like.” He deflects, still patting the space next to him.

Attempting to swallow your nervousness, you sit. Immediately, you’re hit with the mixed scent of coffee and ice cream. The bitterness of the coffee with the sweetness of the ice cream left your head spinning and cheeks burning once again. Oh crumbs, he smells really nice— no! That’s creepy! Just give him what you wanted to give him and go!

After what felt like forever, you pulled out what you had hiding behind your back onto your lap. It was a neatly wrapped box with a cute little ribbon on top. Affogato’s curiosity peaks as he asks you what’s in the box.

“It’s— um, I made you.. I made you a cake… because I heard you talking about how you… you liked sweets…” Your voice grew softer as your sentence continued, your figure shrinking on the spot.

For a moment, there’s only silence.

Then, he laughs.

“My, my,” he says, attempting to suppress his giddiness, “For me? How charming. You’ve come to me this early in the morning just to give me this?”

You nod. You’re so flustered and embarrassed at this point, you thought you were going to explode at any moment now. He gingerly takes the box from your grasp, untying the ribbon and opening the lid. Inside was a small chocolate colored cake with light fluffy icing, along with a cute little spoon. His eyes widened at the sight. The aroma was divine and the cake looked delicious.

He smiles as he turns to gaze at you, eyes holding pure adoration for you. He watches as you fiddle with your fingers nervously, your eyes glued to the floor in front of you.

“Thank you.” he sighs. His tone is so different from what you’re used to hearing. It was so genuine and kind in comparison to the faux sweetness he held with any other cookie in the kingdom. “I appreciate it, truly.”

“It’s— It’s nothing!” you nervously laugh, still refusing to face him. Despite your embarrassment, you’re glad he likes your gift. Sure, a cake so early in the morning might be a bit odd to some, but he likes it, so that’s all you really care about. You spent almost the entire night in the kitchens of the citadel, perfecting your recipe to make sure it was well suited for Affogato Cookie, Dark Cacao Cookie’s right hand.

“Such a thoughtful gift from a lovely cookie deserves a reward, does it not?” he hums in an unrecognizable tone, causing you to look up at him quizzically.

Your sputter, eyes widening.

He smiles angelically, motioning a spoonful of the cake towards you. If it was even possible, your face darkened even more. But you could’ve sworn his own cheeks held a light red tint as well.

“Say ‘ah’.”

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #crk #crk x reader #fanfiction #affogato x reader #crk affogato #affogato cookie #x reader

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rxspbrrry · 2 years

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Hello! I wanted to drop by and say that I adore your writing and characterisation! It's always so on point-- how you manage to do that is beyond me; but keep up good work regardless!☆

But since I'm already,, here, I was wondering if you could a 'their type' type thingie for Clotted Cream, Madeleine and any other cookie of your choice [or just Clotted Cream and Madeleine if you'd rather do just these two!]. Basically what I was trying to ask is what do you think their romantic 'type' would be^'

It's totally fine if you'd rather not do that request! Hope you have a good day regardless!

omg yes so true anon

notes ; clotted cream cookie, madeleine cookie x gn reader, headcanons

long story short, clotted cream would want someone who could whoop his ass.

honestly, having everyone at his beck and call in the creme republic (though the feeling of power is satisfying) can become quite annoying with no one to challenge.

yeah, sure, everyone loves him, everyone obeys him, everyone does what he asks them to do. how boring. isn’t there someone around here who secretly hates him and wants him dead? someone who will barge into his office with a “I HATE CLOTTED CREAM!!!” sign and challenge him to a rap battle? or a bakeoff? or a passionate and completely useless dragonboating competition?

but kids, remember, be careful what you wish for.

clotted cream is initially elated when he gets his first hater: you. a sarcastic, passive-aggressive descendant of a noble house. you aren’t the heir since you’re one of the younger children in your family, so you have “i can go batshit crazy and people won’t care” privileges. doesn’t make you any less competent than your siblings, though, it just means you can be slightly meaner and receive no backlash for it.

so your first meeting with clotted cream starts off with you making a subtle jab at how his outfit makes him appear arrogant and narcissistic. and clotted cream, being the weird ass douche he is, loves the insult!!!!! oh my god someone finally hates him!!!!

he’s super intrigued and pokes at you further, getting more and more amused to hear more passive insults directed at him with a smug smile on your face.

however, as the days go by, the number of subtle jabs he gets from you also increases, and it starts to get on his nerves. it doesn’t help that oyster cookie and many of the elders also chuckle at the comments you make towards him. instead of hoping to hear another insult come out from your mouth, his eye constantly twitches and he keeps changing the topic to avoid more jabs (and fails).

what has he done to you to make you hate him this much!!!!!!!!!!!!! stop ruining his perfect reputation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so in hopes of hearing no insults from you, he sends you on a month-long expedition to get rid of you temporarily. you blow him a kiss and tell him to not miss you too much while you’re gone, and he says he’ll never miss you as a reply. famous last words.

the first week without a jab at him makes him feel more relaxed. now he won’t have to worry about you jumping around the corner to make fun of him respectfully!!!

the second week starts to get a little bit boring. okayyyy, work is the same as normal, everyone listens to him, the elders agree with everything he says, financier cookie protects him and stuff, and… no jab from you today.

the third week without you makes him lose his mind. surely, though he wished for someone to go against him in the first place, he shouldn’t be missing your insults this much. imagine what his ancestors would think, seeing him become all masochistic.

the fourth week becomes torture and clotted cream realises how much he misses you and your playfulness. how cheeky yet intelligent you are when you pass by him in the halls, discreetly insulting his neatly combed hair. how ruthless yet polite you are when you “innocently” comment about how he could never do a better job at swordsmanship than you. how mean yet beautiful you are when you smile and light up his world as you think quickly on your feet to rebut him with yet another insult.

goodness gracious, someone help a man in love.

maybe he doesn’t hate you as much as he thinks. maybe you don’t hate him as much as he thinks. maybe you aren’t that ugly when you laugh and pretend to compliment his outfit that actually insults him. maybe you aren’t that annoying when you protect him and fight by his side, in combat and in politics, talking both good and bad about his skills.

maybe he just really misses you a whole lot, and after a month when you step off the airship and look at him with a knowing smile on your face, maybe you are aware of his feelings for you too.

similar to modern academic r2l stories, basically both of you are the top scorers in the knight school in the creme republic. both of you score crazy well in both written and practical knight tests so you both are expected to be the best paladins protecting important people after you graduate. the only difference between the two of you is that madeleine hails from a reputable family while yours is more on the disadvantaged side, and you actually worked hard to get in, unlike madeleine who used connections to enter.

so in summary, madeleine likes someone who (would also kick his ass) and works hard to get what they achieved. it’s something i think he would hardly relate to.

madeleine is a bastard. he’s smug, he’s self centered, he’s rich and powerful. his knight skills are subpar compared to yours, and the only reason he’s in the school is because the head knight is friends with his father. unlike you, who came from a not so well-off family and worked your ass off to train to get into the knight academy.

so when everyone saw both of you being tied in first place in the whole cohort during your second last year of knight school, everyone knew shit was about to go down. the rich boy with connections and the other one who genuinely works hard. who will be valedictorian?

you weren’t infuriated when you knew that your biggest competitor was a stuck up rich kid. okay, perhaps his only redeem quality (that isn’t even redeeming) is that he has money and looks, but as long as you work hard to prove your worth, like you always do, the title of valedictorian will be yours.

what infuriated you, however, was that this stuck up rich kid you were tied with did not even care about your existence; hell, he didn’t even know about you! he looked at the name of the promising knight tied with him, simply scoffed, and went on his day. and lucky you, you caught all of this.

even if you’re going to rely on connections and money and power to get good grades, you thought, dumbfounded, at least acknowledge your opponent and their hard work, shithead.

due to fanfic logic, for the first pair assignment in your last year of knight school, the coach pairs you with your one and only rival. how fun.

yes, very fun indeed— he only realises you’re his academic rival when you effortlessly parry his blow.

the pair assignment (which is a short, harmless duel) turns into an actual fight that gets overly emotional. mostly from your end. you scream and cry to a confused madeleine as blade hits blade and blade hits armour.

“listen up, you spoiled brat!” you cry out, “unlike you, i actually worked my ass off to be here! so if you’re gonna be my academic rival, at least put in effort to do well and stop relying on your daddy to keep your place secure! witches, you are so infuriating!”

madeleine the entire time: ?????????????????

your rant didn’t go to waste though, hooray!!!! it actually made madeleine think twice about his position and if he actually deserved or not. so you managed to motivate madeleine to actually start strengthening his skills.

but do you think he’ll leave you alone after you become his motivation source? lmfao

yeah, get ready for an annoying pest that bothers you on a daily basis. he’ll come up to you in the hallways with that stupid annoying smile and chat with you, genuinely asking about your knight studies (but you always take it as though he’s looking down on you, lol)

i hate the 4096 character limit tumblr let me write ew (interlude)

what you don’t know, behind that smug himbo exterior, is someone whose life you changed. besides motivating him to open his eyes and look at the people around him, and motivating him to actually put in effort, he has started to really admire the way you work so hard to get the results you want to. he feels happy for you when you work hard, and happier when he sees that it pays off. so the rivalry only continues on your side, while on his side…

alas, the time has come to graduate, and the valedictorian will now be announced to the graduating batch. when the valedictorian was revealed to be the one and only madeleine, you laugh bitterly and clap halfheartedly. you suppose it was to be expected.

when madeleine goes up on stage to receive his certificate, he looks at your disappointed face and thinks about how much he misses your smile whenever you achieve your desired results after a lot of hard work. oh, how badly he wants to see that smile again.

he will bring that smile back to your face, even if it means disappointing house madeleine forever by giving the valedictorian title to you and saying how you deserved it more.

yes, seeing your astonished but grateful smile as you walk up on stage to receive the certificate from him is definitely worth getting a tongue lashing from his family.

im so sorry the ending is shit i didn’t know how to end this if there’s a spelling error it’s because i can’t type rn i keep pressing the wrong keys o(-(

#r.writes #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run sfw #cookie run kingdom sfw #clotted cream cookie #clotted cream cookie x reader #madeleine cookie #madeleine cookie x reader

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pure-vanilla-lilies · 2 years

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Clotted Cream Cookie X Dom Male Reader NSFW Oneshot? (Clotted Cream loves getting hickeys—)

HELL YES MY GOOD ANON!

A Sweet Stress Relief: Clotted Cream Cookie x Dom! Male Reader

Warnings:

Hickies, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Dirty Talking, Missionary Postion.

Note: Thank you for this request Anon sorry if it took so long because writers block and are recovering from being sick! Hope you enjoy it~! Readers Pronouns Are They / Them but they are a male reader. Also please forgive me if it's not good, I haven't written an x Reader story since Resident Evil Village was announced!

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Clotted Cream was listening to the elders about tomorrow's plans, it's just been a long boring day. He just wanted to go back to his room and rest up for tomorrow and get it over with, soon when Oyster Cookie finished up she dismissed everyone. Finally, Clotted Cream closed his notebook and got out of his chair and grabbed his notebook and left the meeting room and headed back to his room. As he opened the door, he went on his bed and flopped down on it, he couldn’t believe that meeting was that long, fucking Oyster Cookie and her annoying old ass cant stop talking for five goddamn minuets. Once he heard his bedroom door open, he laid back up and smiled softly, you are the only reason keeping him happy and sane at the same time, soon you placed the plate of sweets on the small table and walked to the bed and snuggled close to your beloved.

“Hard day today?” Y/N Asked softly.

“Yes, I need a stress reliever. Can you help me out?” Clotted Cream asked in a soft tone.

“Anything for you beloved.”

Y/N got on top of Clotted Cream and smirk, they loved looking at Clotted Cream underneath them. Everyone thought Clotted Cream would be the dominant one in the relationship but it was switched around. Y/N started to remove Clotted Cream’s coat and smiled, they saw the hickies on his neck, they knew they had to mark up his body. Unbuttoning his shirt, Y/N removed it and threw it on the floor and leaned down to his chest and kissed and sucked on it. Clotted Cream groans in pleasure as he enjoys marking up his body, oh boy how is he going to explain to the others tomorrow especially when goes to the Vanilla Kingdom, well he knows how to lie very easily, all thanks to you.

Y/N stopped and noticed the hickey on his chest which made them smirk more. They leaned down to Clotted Cream’s tummy and did the same thing. A soft moan escaped from Clotted Cream’s lips which turned you on more. Once you stopped and saw the hickey, a soft purr escaped from your throat. As you removed your top, Clotted Cream blushed red as he looked away shyly, but you made him face your face. Your [Eye Colors] sparkled in Clotted Cream’s eyes and nodded for you to continue.

Soon, Y/N unbuckled his pants and removed them from his pants. Once you felt confident, you started to unbutton and unzip his pants and pull them down along with his boxers. You still blush at the size of his length, but who wouldn’t? Y/N grabbed the bottle of lube from the dresser and squirt a good amount on their fingers and teased his hole, soon enough Y/N stuck a finger in his ass and thrust his finger at a slow and teasing pace.

“Nggh, Y/N stop teasing me.” Clotted Cream said as he was panting.

“I’m sorry who’s incharge right now, my dirty slut.” Y/N replied as they continued the pace.

“Y-you are. Aaah fuck. Y/N please.”

“Please what? You want my cock to fuck your ass. I need to hear it slut. Beg for me, beg you little slut.” Y/N said in a demanding voice.

There was one thing that Clotted Cream hated, and it was begging. And for sure you love it when he begs.

“Please Y/N, I need you to fuck me. I been a good boy please fuck me please please please.” Clotted Cream begged as he looked away nervously.

“Aww see that wasn’t hard was it. But I did keep a promise~”

Y/N soon removed their pants and boxers along with the lube. They squirted another good amount of the lube on their hand and stroked their length. As Y/N looked at Clotted Cream's eyes, Clotted Cream nodded nervously as he wrapped his hands around your neck. You took a deep breath and pushed your length into his ass causing him to tear up and bite your shoulder very hard making it bleed. You always gave him enough time to adjust to your size even you guys had sex like a couple of times, it still hurts Clotted Cream no matter what. Soon Clotted Cream removed his mouth from Y/N shoulder, he noticed the bite mark and the blood was coming from it.

Y/N leaned down to kiss Clotted Cream’s neck trying to get him to relax. Soon enough, Clotted Cream told them that he was ready, removing your lips from his neck, you grabbed his hips and thrust at a slow pace causing soft moans from your beloved, it was cute to see him bite his fingers every time you moved in and out of him. Y/N thrust a little faster causing Clotted Cream to moan a little louder, there was that cute moan you're looking for.

“Aaah, Nggh. Y/N I’m close..” Clotted Cream said as he bitten his fingers again.

“Already? Alright then. You have permission then~” Y/N said in his ear.

And with that, Clotted Cream released his seed on his tummy while your thrusts were getting sloppier with each thrust.

“Y/N! Y/N! Oh fuck Y/N more pleasssse~”

“Heh anything for you my whore~” Y/N replied with a smirk.

Y/N thrusts were getting more sloppy and sloppier and with that, they released their seed into Clotted Cream ass. Pulling out, Y/N stumbled a little and grabbed a rag and wiped their sweaty face and cleaned up Clotted Cream and laid next to him.

“Soooo. Did that help?” Y/N asked as they looked at his beloved.

With no answer, they seen that their beloved was sleeping on his side. It made you smile a lot, you gotten up and got dressed and went to get the sweets that you gotten and placed it by Clotted Cream’s dresser and kissed his forehead.

“Love you dear, rest up. You're going to need it.”

#eclair writes #cookie run smut #clotted cream cookie x reader smut #clotted cream cookie x reader

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cookierunconfessionblog · 5 months

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(Replying to the anon that was talking about Clotted Cream) Was it ever implied that Clotted Cream's biological father left or that he ever had one? I don't remember hearing anything about that at all. Light Cream could be a single parent like Hollyberry and Dark Cacao. Speaking of which, I wish we had more cookies that are canonically mothers. We only have Hollyberry, and there are plenty of fathers. Dark Cacao, Almond, Peperoncino, Butterbear, Buttercream Choco, even though nobody knows that. (He's Cheesecake's dad!)

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rxspbrrry · 2 years

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So I saw your requests are open and what about clotted cream x reader (can be gn) who is a legendary of the sky?

Imagine clotted cream saw reader's floating chamber hovering over creme republic and thought it was a threat?

This is my first time requesting so I am bad at explaining like this (Can I be Shiba anon?)

YESS YESSSSS ive thought about this idea at least once anon you big brain ❤️❤️❤️❤️

notes ; clotted cream cookie x gn legendary! reader, fluff, woah this is kinda long, ooooooh legendary reader surprising and subtly flirting with clotted cream summary ; the consul has been leaving his office more often lately. who could he be meeting?

a/n: added a little story after the meeting heehee also i didn’t really use the floating chamber idea but i did keep the ‘clotted cream being suspicious of reader at first’ idea

the creme republic was known to possess the most advanced technology in earthbread, even more advanced than any of the five heroes’ kingdoms. none of those silly stories of sugar gnomes, legendaries or deities; everything was ruled by technology and the beloved consul of the land.

so it wasn’t a surprise when clotted cream cookie, who grew up in the creme republic being taught that legendaries didn’t exist in the republic, was suspicious when he first saw you wandering around.

at first he thought it was just a trick of the light, or maybe even some citizen cosplaying a famed legendary like the fabled sea fairy cookie or moonlight cookie. but when he squinted his eyes, it was clear that it wasn’t just some costume you were wearing. the way your smooth hair rustled in the wind (that you created yourself, clotted cream was sure, because he couldn’t feel any wind on him now) was on a level of natural that no wig could ever mimic. gold sparkles adorned your skin and shined in the sunlight. long eyelashes framed half-lidded eyes as you gazed at the grassy ground, using little hand movements to play with the flowers below you. the dangling pieces of your outfit, like your hair, was flowing in the wind. your beauty was ethereal and out of this world, perhaps literally.

still, for clotted cream cookie, duty comes first. he sets his priorities straight as he walks up to you with a practiced smile, eyes not leaving your peaceful figure. he is almost shocked by the intensity in your glowing eyes as you turn around to face him, but he keeps his confident smile on and asks, “it’s an honour to have such a lovely looking deity here. the creme republic has never been able to welcome any legendaries from folktales, and yet here you are in broad daylight. may i have the name of the beautiful deity in front of me?"

“who’s asking?” you reply softly. your voice is as calm and powerful as your aura.

he continues smiling, “my name is clotted cream cookie, consul of the creme republic. i regret to say this, your majesty, but it is not often that we see such a stunning legendary cookie in the creme republic, and the public are wary of your presence.”

your lips perk up into a small smile. “i don’t see anyone around here but you. my eyesight must be failing me.”

“i wouldn’t dare suggest such a thing,” clotted cream laughs lightly, but his smile doesn’t meet his eyes. “as honourable as it is to be in your dazzling presence, might i suggest you relocate to another resting place, so as to not disturb the common folk here?”

“young consul, if you want me gone, then you must simply say so,” you return with an equally airy laugh. “i assure you that your people are not worth harming, young one. won’t you let a deity admire the greenery of the creme republic?”

by now, clotted cream knows that you are aware of his intentions towards you. and despite your reassurance that you will not harm the creme republic, he cannot help but continue to be wary towards you.

which is why he flinches when you slowly reach a finger out to caress his cheek. the coldness of your skin shocks him, literally bringing a chill down his spine. the chill was an unpleasant reminder of a higher, stronger power, as though the god of death had touched him themself. he could only hope that you weren’t actually said god.

“let’s make a deal,” you whisper while tracing your finger along his jawline. he tries his best to not lose his composure at your action. “allow this wandering deity to stay in your land for a week, and if i do harm a single citizen here, then you shall chase me away, and i shall not complain. will you agree, young consul?”

clotted cream cookie manages to muster a challenging smile. “and what do i get in return for your stay, your honour?”

“do you see the flowers blooming below me?” and he looks down to confirm. indeed, the flowers appear more pure and lively with you standing above them. “i promise i will help your land prosper.”

“then it is a deal, your almightyness,” he lifts your hand off his cheek gently and shakes it. his stomach does a flip at the sight of your alluring smile.

little does clotted cream know, the common folk of the creme republic adore you. children visit your resting spot everyday, bribing you with candies and squeezing a story or two out of you of your wonderful travels and asking “how is it like to rule the skies?” questions. sometimes they drag their parents along who also respect you because of the trade secrets you share with them, allowing their businesses to bloom. the elderly come by every once in a while, sitting down with you as all of you hold folktale telling competitions or recipe sharing conversations. even some of the creme republic’s leaders, who were curious about the legendary deity that clotted cream cookie had encountered, had stopped by to chat with you before returning to their work. in less than a fortnight, long after the deal was expected to be off, nearly the whole of the creme republic was in love with you.

and despite the number of visitors you receive on a daily basis, the consul whom you struck the deal with never fails to stop by and chat with you himself. sometimes he invites you to the night markets and treats you to the creme republic’s delicacies; on other days he sits down with you on the grass and asks about your legendary life.

clotted cream cookie is enamoured with you, to put it simply. unlike the usual respect or awe cookies would have for their gods or heroes, he sees you as a normal person who just so happens to be extraordinarily powerful. yet it doesn’t diminish the admiration he has for you, which is clear in how the look in his eyes becomes softer and softer over time.

“i wonder if it’s a legendary thing to just stop by random kingdoms to say hi to their leaders out of nowhere,” clotted cream comments, resting his head on a tree that the two of you lean on. it is the twentieth day since your uninvited visit, and the deal has not been broken yet. he doesn’t think it will any time soon, with how gentle and motherly you treat the citizens.

you laugh as a reply, and clotted cream does not stop the smile from edging up onto his lips. “no, it’s actually the first time i’ve done this. when you live for thousands of years with no duties to do, you get bored very easily. i hope that my visit to the republic was beneficial, other than helping your land prosper.”

you turn to him and look at him in the eye. he no longer flinches at your glowing eyes, but rather finds himself drowning in them. he can’t tell which is worse.

“it was. do you have any more tales to tell me?” he struggles to get the words out. he must seem so utterly embarrassing in front of a majestic god.

“oh, i’ll tell you one alright,” your laughter sounds like chimes in the wind and it is a sound clotted cream can never get enough of. he gets dizzy when you lean in and whisper, “once upon a time, a lonely wandering legendary cookie decided to visit a land full of advanced technology, wondering if they, a mythical being, could fit into such a society.”

“while they were admiring the greenery of this land, a handsome lad came up to them with the intent to drive them away because of his suspicions towards them.” clotted cream continues staring at you dazedly. an uncharacteristic, silly and smitten smile appears on his face. “did the handsome lad drive the beautiful deity away in the end?”

“he didn’t,” you giggle, covering your mouth with your sleeve. “he let them stay on the basis of a deal, and ended up befriending them in the process.”

“i wonder,” clotted cream starts, unwilling to let you continuously take the lead in this flirty conversation, “if this lad would like to get to know the beautiful deity even better.”

“if he does i’ll be surprised,” you can only hope the blush on your cheeks are not clear enough for him to see, “but i won’t be upset about it. in fact, i’ll be elated if he does.”

clotted cream musters the courage to lift your hand to his lips, before looking at you again. his eyes already tell you that he’s infatuated with you; though it isn’t like your worshippers haven’t loved you romantically before, you’ve never felt as ecstatic as when clotted cream looks at you like this. “then,” the consul’s voice is but a whisper, “i’d like to get to know you better, my dear.”

“isn’t it too late to say this?” you laugh again. “we’ve been having moonlit conversations for around two weeks straight.”

“i do hope it’s not too late to make you fall for me, though.”

his words are bold. his face is flustered yet confident. you wonder if coming to the creme republic was a mistake, if getting lost in his emerald eyes was the result of this trip. however, when he squeezes your hand and kisses it lightly again, waiting for your answer hopefully, you realise that perhaps this visit was more than worth it.

you smile and squeeze his hand back, hoping he understands your reply.

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